bluh bluh huge ball

[thalassino]

Characters: Vatheon
Location: That Castle
Time: Evening, on Sunday
Style: Any
Status: OPEN. Threadjack, threadhop, spam away!

[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

Comments

[bethehugejerk]

Are you--are you shooshing me? Stop that. I have Gamzee to do that and that is really weird coming from you.

[He may be coloring a little in the face.]

When the curse ends I won't have magic - [Cough.] - Dad.

[He's still getting the hang of that name.]

What I'll have is my sylladex and my actual fucking clothes again.

[devwocean]

[Dualscar twitches in surprise, his tail flicking up, and it's an effort not to pull it out of Darkleer's reach. Up to now the blue-blood's been standoffish at best, outright sarcastic and offensive at worst, and now he's flirting?]

Wwater's my natural habitat. Are you drinkin' or something?

ehehehehehheh

[aim_exorable]

[Heh. You are kind of quite cute despite not being quite in his proper age interests, Dave. Maybe he will kidnap you and give you to one of his 'sons' as a gift. He wonders idly if they have a... taste for fowl.]

I have a feeling you would be surprised at a great deal of things. Ah, the naivete of youth.

[red_medic]

[He looks up, slightly startled at the sudden voice, but catches himself as soon as he sees who this is. So he nods at her.]

Vell. In a vay, maybe.

[He ponders for a moment, then makes a small gesture with his hand.]

Can you danze?

[bethehugejerk]

Don't expect me to sleep at all soon, Eridan. Not after that, not with this curse, not until things feel fine again. Which they probably won't, because you can't tell me you haven't noticed she took up the place next to us if you're calling her Yu of all things. She didn't act like she was talking shit, either. I'm not stupid. Even if she was, everything I've learned tells me to take shit seriously. March fucking fourteenth happened when I didn't, and I know you weren't here for that, but it is a hard lesson and hard backup and I am not going to forget just because it means I could get lazy and relax.

[A bit of a huff.]

And I'm not here for the ball itself. I'm a fairy godleader and I've got idiots to... science - [Eyeroll.] - dresses for because they can't get themselves into something proper on their own.

>)

[toreadorkabull]

Uh... you are sure, that is okay?

-=all this high class fanciness makes him feel weird for some reason=-

[innocentgear]

...Is it?

_{[Hi Ky. There's this one clueless looking Gear here. She's currently dressed like a witch... But don't worry. She can be only a good witch.]}

[aim_exorable]

[Flirting? Who's flirting? Darkleer is simply admiring a very fine specimen of aquatic biology. Can't he do that? He's quite the nature lover.]

[Right now, emphasis on 'lover'.]

I have not yet indulged, no. It has crossed my mind. [Quite often, in fact, and Darkleer is not normally a drinker.] Would you care for some, however?

[Another slow drag of his fingers down Dualscar's tail, curious to see it twitch again.]

[unshelledbullet]

[The last ball Squall had gone to was his graduation ball and he tries to pretend he doesn't remember what happened at it.]

I've seen lots of people with wings. It's probably a waste of time to hunt down every single person with them.

[He's seen dragons, fairies, even a giant peacock on one occasion. He agrees on the not making people kiss thing though.]

Maybe one of the other lines can give us a better idea. What's this "glance slightly dark" thing?

[Why can't these things just say what they mean. Seriously.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's confused now, and that makes him wary and nervous. And being wary and nervous makes him angry. He grits his teeth, trying to decide if he likes that weird, nice feeling of Darkleer's fingers on his scales]

Yes, sure. Go get me somethin' to drink.

[At least it'll give him a chance to compose himself]

[aim_exorable]

[Bowing at the waist, Darkleer just smiles slightly up at Tavros.]

So long as you have a proper partner, I should hardly think of a reason why it would not be.

[gun_symphony]

[She just smiles at him and nods.]

Of course.

[And she takes his hand with her own gloved one.]

Lead the way~

[aim_exorable]

[Well, if it makes any difference, Darkleer certainly likes doing it. He likes doing it so much, in fact, that his fingers go right up to where skin meets scale, lingering on the seadweller's hipbone.]

Wine, then? They have much to spare.

[toreadorkabull]

-=oh gosh, bowing? w-what do?=-

I d-do not think, that dancing is a thing, I would be any good at.

[closedcircuit]

Perhaps dark brown eyes? Or it could refer to a psychological state.

[That doesn't seem like it would be any more helpful.]

If we could figure out what kind of call was necessary, then this would be more straightforward.

[closedcircuit]

I suppose that if it's meaningless, we haven't anything else that we could be better spending our time on, so we may as well take the risk that we're wasting our time.

Or we may do that if we knew how to even start.

Which I don't.

[devwocean]

[Dualscar almost slaps the hand away, suddenly aware of his nakedness in a way he hadn't been before. But instead he just grips Darkleer's wrist, looking up to meet the centaur's gaze]

Yes, get me some wwine. And next time, ask me before you start gettin' fresh.

[420]

Makes a motherfucker up and feel like he is all gonna break some shit here.

[Hey, Gamzee was just a simple goat. All this fancyness is definitely not his scene. For fairy tale heaven's sake, he's not even wearing clothes. Though luckily the thick fur keeps him covered will enough.]

[aim_exorable]

Fresh, sir?

[As he begins to rise to his hooves, he just so happens to get rather close to Dualscar's face, blue eyes half lidded and confident, not even bothering to fake innocence.]

I hardly know what you mean. Now then. I shall return in a moment. Please be patient.

[Pulling his arm away, he rises properly up and begins to trot away.]

Open!

[a_violent_end]

[Shizuo, still in the role of the huntsman, doesn't really know why he was invited to the ball. Balls were for knights and princesses, not hunters. He's retired his ax, somewhere, and after spending a few minutes in the ballroom, decides to go somewhere secluded. The garden is the perfect place. He strolls through quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone who may be sharing a moment, mind on a promise he hasn't forgotten.]

[unshelledbullet]

[Since figuring out the meaning of lines is getting them nowhere fast, Squall tries looking at the structure of the riddle instead.]

Everything rhymes except for the last word in the last line. But I don't see how that's important.

[knightime]

[Oh god. Don't actually voice that out loud. He wouldn't know what to actually say...]

And what exactly would these great deal of things be exactly.

[closedcircuit]

It says that they're supposed to kiss. And that they're in love, even if it's reluctant.

So I do believe so.

[He doesn't really have any better idea, and he's looking at her a little strangely, trying to figure out what she's wearing.]

[devwocean]

[Snort.] I bet you don't.

[He scoots back into the water, resting his arms on the fountain edge instead and watching that horsey backside trot away. What the hell is going on here?]

[closedcircuit]

It rhymes with 'curse' again, I guess.

But I don't see what a longing for patria really means in this context. Don't most people here long for the place they came from, for one reason or another?