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

[asea]

[He's had fleeting exposure to all of the "sane locals" at best, but he knows there's quite a few. Not enough about them to make the kind o judgment Zelda has.]

Whom do you intend to approach?

[zelda_hylia]

Perhaps the Station Master... he's always helpful, and it's easy to locate him in person. People can be terribly evasive over the network.

[Speaking of! She looks at him, grinning just a bit.]

You should at least put your name on your voicemail.

[asea]

[The grin doesn't draw anything of the like from him, as Walter flatly explains:]

My name is already on the list.

[Nor is he very interested in talking that way in the first place.]

[zelda_hylia]

Oh, very well.

[Walter is utterly hopeless. And people say that Zelda has an allergy to fun! Is this what Zelos feels like when he's trying to convince her to loosen up all the time?]

Would you like me to send you any updates about it?

[asea]

[Fun is unnecessary and a waste of time, harrumph.

He nods, and nothing more. She can take it as consent to send it however she wishes -- since they're on the topic, by voicemail would be fine. And whatever else that's efficient.]

[zelda_hylia]

I will, then.

[All rested up, she moves away from the wall, stretching just a bit.]

You should ask her to dance if you're that concerned about her, you know. She looks a little anxious, too.

[Without giving him much of a chance to respond, Zelda slips off into the crowd.]