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

you still love me tho!!

[tsundyne]

[Interesting that he didn't deny it. She definitely takes note of that, and, despite the scowl he may or may not be giving her now, decides that she'd been right. The woman must be extraordinary, if she's somehow manage to illicit anything but hatred out of him.

But topic is left at that, since he'd been gracious enough to change it. Her gaze is as unfocused as his, and she'd hardly notice any reaction from him at all, otherwise.]

It got hot.

[She frowns, wondering idly if maybe she should have brought a fan. Though it would've been a pain to carry around something like that, even if it is light.]

I was just taking a break.

[Last she checked, that wasn't a crime.]

darn it, I do!!

[asea]

[Eating a slice of cake isolated at the corner is clearly the way to break off from the crowd.

All right, so she's taking a break. He certainly isn't, and he isn't going to put up such an illusion of being lazy or inattentive. He looks back to Shirley. Despite her obvious reservation to heading into the chaos, quite a handful of people are approaching her . . .

And she happens to be on the other side of Yukari, so it may look like Walter is ignoring Yukari right now. He kind of is.]

(yay) <3

[tsundyne]

[Walter is a lot of things, but lazy isn't one of them, in Yukari's eyes-- nor is inattentive. So he doesn't really have to worry about that. Likewise, she is hardly offended when Walter seemingly ignores her. On the contrary, she finds herself curious who's got his attention so.

He seems to be looking right past her, so she follows his gaze, and she sees Shirley.

...Of course, she doesn't know for sure that it's her. Perhaps he's simply staring, wondering why anyone would approach someone like that, when he'd rather not even be here.

But either way, she takes a chance. And without specifying who she's talking about...her shoulders shrug slightly.]

...She's pretty.

/insert Yukari tsun-face <3

[asea]

[That grabs his attention and Walter lowers his gaze down to Yukari, staring. He doesn't say anything about her comment, though he has a good idea it's meant to be Shirley she's talking about. The crowd is crowded, yes, but it's not too hard to single out a face -- covered or not. And Shirley's face isn't.

. . . "pretty" from an Orerines, is it?

That he looked to Yukari should speak more for itself than the impassiveness of his expression.]

/icon

[tsundyne]

[The fact that he looked at her was more of a reaction than she'd been expecting; although the surprise doesn't show on her face. She simply tilts her head, looking back with similar intensity-- wondering if he'd had something to say about the matter.

When he doesn't, she'll of course speak up again.]

What? It's a compliment.

[If that hadn't been obvious.]

I'm sure even you've heard one of those before.

[asea]

They're just words.

[He's not going to overthink it. People compliment appearances all the time. In the end, it doesn't mean anything.

. . . and there's so much more to the Merines than her mere looks, more she embodies beneath that flesh. He's not going to say that out loud.]

[tsundyne]

[Spoilers: there's more to anyone than just their looks, and he doesn't have to say it for Yukari to realize. It's whether he actually cares about what's beneath; and since he clearly doesn't, he can feel free to keep on thinking his precious Merines is a special snowflake if he likes.

. . . It's his business, and she was just making an observation.]

Words can mean more than you think.

["Sometimes you have to say them while you can."]

[asea]

[Keep thinking he will, that the Merines is far more special than the likes of this woman beside him.

Walter takes a second to consider his experiences. His bias against Orerines knowingly inhibits him from treating her words as more than superficial. On the other hand, Shirley wants him to try to be a little more civil, so he manages to keep his tact for this segment.]

I know. They don't always mean anything.

[tsundyne]

[. . . Color Yukari surprised.

She hadn't expected him to actually agree with her-- though to be fair, she wasn't exactly expecting an argument against it, either. She . . . doesn't really know what she was expecting, actually.

So she's left speechless for a moment while she finishes her cake; savoring the last bite before swallowing and shrugging.]

All right. I'll give you that.

[And, gripping the now empty plate a bit tighter, she steps away from the wall.]

[asea]

[He doesn't say anything in addition to what he has when Yukari is quiet. There is, after all, no more to be said.

Though keeping his divided attention on her, he still doesn't when she peels away from the wall and steps away. He spies the empty plate -- if she's going to head off now, he won't stop her.]

[tsundyne]

[. . . Yeah. Try as she might, she can't think of a reason to stick around; though judging by the momentary silence, it seems like she at least tried. She'd like to find a trashcan for said empty plate, anyway, so she figures this is a good opportunity to take her leave-- and ultimately make things less awkward for the both of them.

She shrugs, having nothing else to say.]

Well . . . see ya.

[And finally, she turns to leave.

Unlike she has done in the past, she knows he won't follow.]