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insertmeathere2010-07-30 11:03 am
terribly2shy.livejournal.com) wrote in insertmeathere2010-07-30 11:03 am
beauty & the beast montage
One moment, your character was minding their own business, and the next? Perhaps they opened the wrong door, appeared out of nowhere, or maybe, in a decidedly rare occurrence, they were actually escorted. The choice is yours. Either way, they seem to have found themselves at a formal party.
Spread out before them is a large ballroom. The decorations look like something from a fairy tale; high ceilings supported by stone pillars, walls adorned with gold trimmings and white silk curtains, and a high balcony overlooking an ornate marble dance floor. To the far end, a special stage has been set up, where a small orchestra fills the room with classical waltzes. Overhead, a large crystal chandelier illuminates everything with droplets of rainbow light.
To the sides and on the balcony small clusters of people make leisurely conversation and sip champagne. Several busboys carrying silver trays can be seen taking and delivering drink orders, regardless of age. Several couples choose instead to dance; the most graceful tend towards the middle, while the more inexperienced do their best to stay in the places they will be the most unobtrusive.
Should your character choose to go outside, they will be met with clear, starlit skies, a cool breeze, and a lavish rose garden. Several small tables are set up, lit by candles, where waiters take orders for a full-course dinner. Some of course, choose instead to gather near the ever-present Cod Fountain. Several pieces of strange currency can be seen at the bottom of the fountain; it seems that it's a popular place to wish for happiness.
THE RULES:
-Your characters' clothing with be replaced with formal wear, though the degree of formality is entirely up to you.
-Don't go having epic duels and destroying the building and what have you.
-If you please, you can use NPCs, but you will have to write them yourself.
-Standard "DON'T BE DOUCHEBAGS TO OTHER PLAYERS" disclaimers apply.
-????
-PROFIT!
(stolen with so much love from![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
fountainofcod)
Spread out before them is a large ballroom. The decorations look like something from a fairy tale; high ceilings supported by stone pillars, walls adorned with gold trimmings and white silk curtains, and a high balcony overlooking an ornate marble dance floor. To the far end, a special stage has been set up, where a small orchestra fills the room with classical waltzes. Overhead, a large crystal chandelier illuminates everything with droplets of rainbow light.
To the sides and on the balcony small clusters of people make leisurely conversation and sip champagne. Several busboys carrying silver trays can be seen taking and delivering drink orders, regardless of age. Several couples choose instead to dance; the most graceful tend towards the middle, while the more inexperienced do their best to stay in the places they will be the most unobtrusive.
Should your character choose to go outside, they will be met with clear, starlit skies, a cool breeze, and a lavish rose garden. Several small tables are set up, lit by candles, where waiters take orders for a full-course dinner. Some of course, choose instead to gather near the ever-present Cod Fountain. Several pieces of strange currency can be seen at the bottom of the fountain; it seems that it's a popular place to wish for happiness.
THE RULES:
-Your characters' clothing with be replaced with formal wear, though the degree of formality is entirely up to you.
-Don't go having epic duels and destroying the building and what have you.
-If you please, you can use NPCs, but you will have to write them yourself.
-Standard "DON'T BE DOUCHEBAGS TO OTHER PLAYERS" disclaimers apply.
-????
-PROFIT!
(stolen with so much love from
fountainofcod)
In the ballroom. Not here. Not. HERE!
What...Oh dear, what the hell is he doing in formal native wear?! ...why didn't he put on Cinder's white coat? He's standing (actually standing, having reminded himself) in long, very see-through layers of cloth that look more like controlled liquid-smoke. Arm bands and ankle bands adorn, as does a wide neck decoration very vaguely reminiscent of Egyptian collars of state.
Ai yah. His headdress is on. And so is the formal makeup. Face paint more like, but still.
Don't mind him. He's standing there blushing like mad and trying to disappear into the wall.::
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Billy moves to shield Renne from the rest of the room in two big steps, kneeling with clear concern.
"You look like you'd rather be anywhere else."
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Rrrr-enne noh dahnts! Eee...Wha-t do?
::That's one way to put it. Rather: He knows absolutely ZILCH concerning formal occasions. And he knows it::
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Instead, he'll sit and talk with his brother for a while. His brother in the very interesting outfit, which he may ask about later.
"You can talk on the balcony, sit out under the stars, or make a wish at the fountain. I'm sure there's more to do, but that's all I can remember right now."
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::Chitter-squeak. If there's some kind of national authority coming -- Oi, what would he...Right. Calm down. Breathe. There. Oh and he is so not giving a very brief, low-key but very thankful nudge::
Wha-t Bee do? Do Bee dahnts?
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Billy smiles and carefully nudges back, attempting to avoid anything delicate.
"I have to dance with a girl. I was dared to do so. But I have plenty of time to sit and talk if that's what you want. I'm actually curious about a few things."
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::That earns a bit of a blush and a careful ear-flick. That headdress of his? Yeah, it's not going anywhere but still. The thing's as fragile as it looks::
Eeee?
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"Come on, do you want to sit down?" He starts leading the way to an alcove where they won't be bumped into by passing dancers.
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::He is of course, kidding, Billy. He knows zip about dating and other such things. Courting rituals of Humans? Yeah, no dice there. A squeak later and he carefully follows; his odd, swaying gait making his clothes, such as they are, flow and sway. And yes, they change colour in the light::
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With a fond smile, he sits them down in the alcove. "You looked really uncomfortable out there, Renne. Have you had bad experiences at balls before?"
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There's a bit of a blush on his face -- is it odd for someone to admit that he doesn't know precisely how to act at a formal occasion?
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He smiles. "Not all of us are from worlds where these functions were common, and even if they were they may not have had access to them. It's okay."
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His voice is kept low but there's a tone of curiosity beginning to overlay the nervousness. You have a massive effect on this formally dressed little thing, Billy.
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And he has full confidence that Renne won't do either.
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::Blink. Another careful ear-twitch. That....doesn't sound too bad, really::
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Billy's quite serious about that. He doesn't want his friend to feel lost or worried anymore, and he'll do whatever it takes.
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::He can't resist offering a brief inner surge at this, one of thanks. And okay, so he has to...::
Thee, what is word...Hand-some.
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Both that surge of gratitude and the assessment make him blush, though he looks slightly confused too.
"I'm not that...how do you know?"
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::Chirp. As if that explains it. Does it?::
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He smiles self-consciously and tugs at a silvery sleeve.
"I suppose it's not too bad. Your outfit's from your world, right?"
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::And don't try telling him he's biased. He won't care. Then a nod.::
Eee. Is, eey-ess.
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"You're starting to sound like my mother."
Grinning to himself, he waits a moment and then asks again.
"I thought I saw something like that before, but not quite as elaborate. Is it comfortable?"
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::Yep, now he's hesitant. Blush. Squeak. His voice lowers considerably, to a definite whisper. No. He doesn't much like admitting his house had been Imperial. What's the use?::
Is fohrrr....Is fohrrr li-ke Kingh.
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"That's right. Your family was royalty, but they..."
That had been terrible to hear the first time, and he didn't like repeating it. Inwardly, he sent his love and appreciation that Renne was still there.
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::Although his ears flop down, he does manage to smile. Bloodlines be damned, with Billy, he feels more and more often like, to coin a phrase, "king of the world". And this is not a feeling he hides either::
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