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

[martelapproves]

[ W-what. He's just going to turn and walk away when shown the suggestion. ]

Don't bother me with this again.

[redcladidealist]

What? Hey, come on!

[Lloyd abandons the mask and darts after the blond, a few long strides enough to catch up to the other's side.]

You don't have to pick that one, you know. I was just suggesting it.

[martelapproves]

Like I'd want to go to a party with humans. Especially one like this.

[ Still walking, but at least he hasn't tried to push Lloyd away. That's a start, right? ]

[redcladidealist]

[Still keeping up, sorry, Mithos.]

How do you know they're all humans? They've all got masks on. In fact, I'm pretty sure there's a lot of people here who aren't humans.

Why should it matter anyway? No one's hurting you.

[martelapproves]

I don't trust them, and I never will. Not after what they did to Martel.

[redcladidealist]

So you're just going to let that ruin any chance you ever have to have some fun? You don't trust them so you'll just stay by yourself and never do anything?

[martelapproves]

This doesn't look fun to me, anyway.

[redcladidealist]

There's food and masks! You could pretend to be anyone! You could talk to anyone, and everyone would be equal, because no one would know who anyone is. There's dancing, too, and I don't think anyone would care even if you don't know all the steps. What's not fun about that?