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)

Comments

[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."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Well if the lady wants the suit, she's getting the suit. So yeah, damn right I'll stay like this."

He leaned down to kiss her.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"The lady definitely wants the suit, then, though she wouldn't mind the jeans 'n t-shirts either."

She kisses him back, nice and slow.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Good 'cuz I'm all for the jeans and t-shirts." And then enough talking, more kissing time now.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine they'd be more comfortable..." Oh, but the kissing, right. She'll go ahead and let herself be distracted by that.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Kissing that was now making its way along the jawline and upward where he nipped gently at an earlobe.

Dean then rumbled into her ear with, "You wanna dance or go get 'comfortable?'" He knows he sucks at dancing but will make an allowance for her.