beauty & the beast montage

[terribly2shy.livejournal.com]

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)

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[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Kaylee is (of course she is) on top of the world in her fancy dress (http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll235/RedHeadLuv/Kayleemasqueradedress-1.jpg?t=1280557147). Her hair (http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll235/RedHeadLuv/Kayleemasqueradehair-1.jpg?t=1280557169)'s even done up and everything. Honestly, there's probably nothing in the 'verse that could make Kaylee happier than she is right now, unless it was a nice engine in the middle of the room for her to play with. She's currently all but prancing around the room, smiling at everyone and trying as hard as she can to pass her excitement on to anyone who looks upset.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura gravitates to many people in the ballroom, those who appear to be wallflowers, those who don't quite want to be here (apparently, it's a half grindwump convention in the ballroom) and those who say 'hello' in a moderately sedated tone. So it pleases her immensely to see someone so happy and cheerful having a good time.

Gathering up the sumptuous skirts of her gown (http://www.simplydresses.com/_img/PRODUCTS/500/PromGirl-506870309.jpg) (which is quite fancy), she crosses the room to the person. "Hey, ho," she says, with her 31st century version of 'hello'. "I'm glad to see that someone is happy with the party."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

And look at that, a face that isn't completely grumpy. Kaylee grins at Nura as she approaches.

"Are you kiddin'?" She's feeling like a kid in a candy store, and it only grows when she sees Nura's own dress. "With all the pretties here? Feel like I'm floatin' on top of the world, surrounded by all this."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura nods her head. "I know what you mean. It's absolutely amazing..." she then looks over her shoulders at a group of wallflowers and sighs. "If only everyone else could be as enthusiastic as we are about the festivities," she turns her head back to Kaylee, wryly grinning, "that don't include being a wallflower."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Kaylee's gaze follows Nura's, and she gives a hurrumph of agreement. "Should make wallflowerin' against the rules, cramps everybody up." It's like the hugging. Too many people avoiding just looking at the bright side of something. How often do they get to dress up on this boat? Not nearly often enough. "Can't really make 'em enjoy it, unfortunately. Likin' somethin' can't be forced."

There should be an in-game ball.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura sighs, "Yes, I suppose you're right. We could shower them with chocolates or machines or whatever else they so dearly love and they'd probably still be sitting there," she places her firm hands upon her hips, "stiff as an inertron block."

If the prom ever happens... o9

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Puppies 'n kittens 'n all kinds of shinies," Kaylee agrees. "Some folks just like bein' grumpy, I s'pose. My cap'n back home's one of 'em. Goes around makin' everybody think he's all kinds of rough and tough, but he's a teddy bear deep down in there someplace. He just don't like showin' it."

I hear it is being planned.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"Mhmm. I can relate," Nura says, grabbing two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. She hands one to Kaylee. "I married a regular grumpy-pants myself." She waves her hand with a chuckle. "He'll snap and grump around like a grumping gordanian most of the time, sour-puss and everything, but deep done," she smiles, "he's that little Coluan who needs a lot of hugs."

Enough planning, more doing! >>

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"It's that image they gotta uphold, y'know? That...reputation, or whatever you wanna be callin' it." She laughs, accepting the glass of champagne with an appreciative nod and thank-you. "Men gotta be men, and for some reason that always seems to translate to gruff 'n grumpy."

[governorkang]

Kang's suit and silvery horn caps didn't do a damn thing to help him blend in. If anything, they made him stand out even more.

He couldn't help smiling at how excited Kaylee looked, though, and headed her way. "That color does suit you."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Too bad for Kang, Kaylee really can't keep the grin off of her face when she sees him. "Like the silver, think you should keep it."

Teasing? Maybe. He'll never know for sure~

[governorkang]

"Nehaalista said the same thing, when she gave them to me," Kang shrugged. "I'm just not all that fond of jewelry." The necklace didn't count, since it was a symbol of his authority in Teyr.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Not everybody is, but those...they really set off your. Scales." Yeah, there's no keeping a straight face for that, sorry Kang.

[governorkang]

"...what? Do they look bad?" Kang asked, quirking an eyebrow ridge at her expression. Had Nehaalista lied to him? "If they make me look like a fool, tell me the truth."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Relax. They don't make you look bad at all, and I do like 'em. You're just a bit of an easy mark sometimes, and it's hard not to tease ya a bit. Gets you all kinds of ruffled."

[governorkang]

Kang shook his head and snagged himself another glass of champagne, "I feel like enough of a fool wearing this ridiculous outfit."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, outfit ain't so much you." Kaylee observes it carefully. "Needs more armor, I'd think. And less ties."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Upset? Oh no, not upset. SCOWLING. Full out scowling.

In a tux. (http://www.fanpop.com/spots/supernatural/images/792536/title/double-o-dean-photo)

Dean was not at all a happy camper right now.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Look happier, Dean. You've got a happy gal in a big fluffy dress prancing around next to you.

"Don't think you could look any more dashin' unless you was covered in engine grease, y'know..."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

He hadn't got a good look at her yet, he was looking off to the distance.

Dean muttered, "I'd prefer the engine grease to this monkey suit and when I found out who did..." He turned while talking, and his mouth dropped open. He blinked a few times, and then recovered.

"Uh... Kaylee baby... wow, you look... I mean uh...." Congratulations, you've reduced Dean's vocabulary even further.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Engine grease is the security blanket, that's why. I'd offer to roll ya in some, but I wouldn't want to ruin that suit, sorry to say." Or not sorry at all, really. She could stand to see him all snazzed up like this on occasion.

And that was a reaction Kaylee could definitely live with. There was something satisfactory about rendering a man speechless...

"A sheep walkin' on his hind legs is somethin' Mal would use to describe it. Like to think I'm a bit more graceful'n that, though."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Maybe later you can roll in some with me?" Dean grinned, and waggled his eyebrows a little. And he wouldn't mind ruining the suit. He felt more comfortable in cotton, flannel and leather. Not this high end crap. He only wore suits for when he was pretending to be an official or agent.

He then remarked, "Mal don't know what he's talking about, no offense. You look uh..." Amazing, pretty, cute. "Beautiful."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Might not be so opposed to that," Kaylee replied, giving him a nice wink. She, however, would be plenty mindful of how the dress would not be involved in any Clothes Ruining. Not this fine fluffy thing, hell no.

Her train of thought derailed, though, as he finally found some coherent thought to voice. The mechanic's face turned a little more pink, and she beamed up at him. "Comin' from a dashin' man such as yourself, that means a whole lot more than what the cap'n's got to say."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

His mind briefly went to happy fantasy land on her agreement, so it took him a moment to realize what she said next.

"Dashing huh?" Ok, coming from her, suddenly the monkey suit's not that big a deal.

He came closer to her to put his hands on her waist, "Guess I'll keep the suit for a little longer then."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, very dashin'," she replied, all grins and batting eyelashes.

Her hands slid up the front of the suit toward his neck, and she draped her arms over his shoulders with an added, "And to think you'd stay all dressed up for little ol' me."