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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
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

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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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And Renne gets a hug, any concern about clothing being wrinkled outright ignored.
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