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

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"Is it?" She really should have been so much more sarcastic. Motoko is older than Bruce, but still younger, in ways, remembering with perfect vividness unclouded by time or nostalgia the days when she smiled at a boy and asked him to walk with her— and was declined.

The memory made her shut away her expressions, and grow only that little more distant and cold. It was the only way she knew to feel it.

"I can't really picture you finding this kind of entertainment diverting."

[crusades]

"I never said I did." There's nothing in his world that he finds diverting. It's always there. His best friend, the phantom limb.

He tucks his closed hand against his flank, forming a loop with his arm to walk her into the ballroom, if she would assent, "What can you picture me finding diverting?"

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

She considered him for a long moment, then demurely looped her arm around his. It's a light touch, and unnaturally warm, even through the satin opera glove. The heatsink requirements of a military shell are not trivial concerns. She was smiling.

"I have some idea, but I doubt it's legal."