Overflow for Masq. Ball

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~

All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to just make an initial comment with a link to the thread you're continuing here and then thread on your merry way~]

Comments

[zelda_hylia]

[She doesn't want to make him angry. Zelda lowers her hand, looking a little disappointed.]

Very well. I won't force you. It is fun, though.

[martelapproves]

B-but, they're humans! And I haven't danced in almost four thousand years!

[ Is he trying to convince her, or himself? ]

[zelda_hylia]

I do not see why anyone else's race matters. I'm not asking you to dance with the entire party, here.

[Just with her. Honestly, Mithos. She'd like to discourage him from trashing on humans, but she's fairly certain that would send him huffing right out the door.]

[martelapproves]

[ With... her... ]

... F-fine. If it means so much to you.

[zelda_hylia]

[This time when she holds her hands out, she takes hold of his and pulls gently towards the dance floor.]

If it has been that long, I do not mind leading.

[martelapproves]

[ Mithos flinches a bit at the tough, but doesn't pull away. He lets her lead him out, but otherwise remains quiet, but obviously nervous. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[Seeing someone flinch at a simple touch like that reminds her of herself when she'd first come to Vatheon. The past seven years had been a long war, touch meant nothing but pain. How long had it been for him?

Zelda arranges her hands properly, starting a simple waltz that's easy to follow along with.]

What sort of dances did you have on Aselia?

[martelapproves]

[ Okay, okay... deep breaths... stay calm... try to follow her... don't step on her toes... ]

I-I don't know!

[ Okay, he's starting to panic just a bit. He only ever danced when Martel was around, but he never danced again, guilty feet have no rhythm... ]

[zelda_hylia]

[Why is he panicking? He certainly can't look as silly as Crocker doing disco or Darkleer dancing with a puppy!]

I suppose it doesn't really matter. This sort of dance is called a waltz.

[She will deftly keep her toes away from him, going so far as to levitate slightly if he really stumbles. She doesn't let any of it get to her, though. Zelda is generally quite easy to dance with.]

[martelapproves]

[ He might not have looked as awkward, but he sure felt as awkward. It was fairly easy to follow through with Zelda's movements, but he felt... anxious. Nervous. Martel had tried to dance with him a few times, and every time, he got nervous, just like he was now.

He didn't answer Zelda's comment about what the dance was called. He was too busy focusing on not screwing up, than he was trying to enjoy the dance. ]

[zelda_hylia]

Why don't you fly a bit? It'll be easier.

[Zelda lifts the hem of her skirt just enough to show that her feet aren't touching the ground.]

No risk of strange foot movements that way, hmm?

[martelapproves]

And have Kratos freak out when he senses my mana surge? No way.

[ Instead... he tries his best to predict where she's going. It seems less like he's enjoying himself, and more like he's just trying to make it through this without messing up. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[It's not difficult to follow her, she's doing a simple dance that she hopes he'll be able to catch on to quickly.]

Kratos? That's Lloyd's father, isn't it? Would he really panic about something so small? I would think if you had wings, you would just want to use them to fly for the fun of it.

[martelapproves]

If my wings come out, it's never for a good reason. Kratos logic.

[ Because in this form, having his wings out isn't nearly as comment as in his Yggdrasill form. And the last time he did, it was when he beat Zelos within an inch of his life.

He's... he's trying to catch onto the dance. But he's avoiding eye contact with Zelda, for some reason. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[Probably just because he's shy. She doesn't comment on it.]

It sounds as if he overreacts to a lot of things, then.

[Does she sound annoyed? Just a tad. Zelda's still sore at Kratos for lurking around her house when Lloyd was comatose. Is he allergic to knocking on the door or something? Zelos's flattering descriptions of the man don't help, either.]

[martelapproves]

Every time he does show emotion, it's usually pretty over-the-top.

[ He finally looks up at Zelda's face, but he looks out-of-it, and maybe even slightly nervous. It looks like he's at least trying to get the hang of this, now, but it still looks like a far cry from enjoying it. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[Her face softens again when she catches sight of Mithos.]

If it's really not something you enjoy, we can stop, you know. You're doing well, though. Don't be so nervous.

[martelapproves]

I-I don't--!

[ Don't what? Don't give her the wrong idea, Mithos... ]

I-it's the closeness. And the--- the--....

[zelda_hylia]

Closeness...?

[They were still a good distance apart, though they were holding hands. Did Mithos consider that inappropriate?]

I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize!

[Good job, he gave her the wrong idea.]

[martelapproves]

N-No, I mean--!

[ Oh, great. ]

Y-you're so-- I mean--- I'm ner-....

[ He's blushing more and more, and may or may not be glancing around for a possible escape route. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[As dignified as Zelda generally acts, she's still a teenager. Mithos's body may look young, but he's still obviously a teenager as well. Seeing him that embarrassed causes her to let go of his hands suddenly, waving her own around frantically.]

I'm really sorry!

[martelapproves]

N-no! Really! I'm just-- you're just-- I'm...

[ Still stuttering, and that blush is only getting brighter. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[All right. One of them has to be the adult here, and since Zelda is currently older looking, she will try to take that role.]

...we look a little silly, don't we? Let's go sit down. I'll get you some punch.

[Calm down, Mithos!]

[martelapproves]

Y-yeah... sure. Let's do that.

[ Thank goodness. He allows Zelda to lead him off of the dance floor, blushing furiously, and, well, Zelda was very attractive, even to him. Not being human was a big plus. ]

[zelda_hylia]

[There's a space set off to the side to sit once people get tired. Zelda heads that direction, stopping to grab a couple glasses of punch along the way.]

I hope it's not too sweet for you. I'm rather fond of sweets myself.