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

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

Cas frowned at Dean in confusion. "You feel like a device or implement?" he questioned. "But you look ... normal." A pause. ".... Nice, in fact."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"It's an expression. I look stupid, and I hate wearing crap like this."

Dean eyed him a little, "Uh thanks. ....You too."

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

".... I don't think you look stupid, Dean." Cas frowns down at his clothes. "I'm not sure I understand why wearing this is any different from what you normally wear though."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"It's stuffy and uncomfortable. It's rich guy crap. Only James Bond can look cool in this. Or Bruce Wayne." He glanced over to where that guy was, and gestured. "See? I don't do dress up."

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

Cas shrugged. "It feels fine to me," he offered. "And you look ... just as good as you always do."



Did he say that out loud? Oops!

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean blinked at that, "Uh thank Cas. And yeah I know I usually look good. But you can remind me anytime you like."

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

Cas blinks at him. "... Okay, Dean."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean reached out to pat Cas's shoulder but found his hand lingering there.