THE BALL

[mouselikeyoda.livejournal.com]

[Today is the day of the ball, and as such the entry to the Grand Ball Room is wide open, a sound of music echoing through the halls. Not too far away are signs pointing to the general area, intended to help those who are new as well as remind those who are interested.

The room itself seems incredibly clean, thanks to a few enchanted brooms, some of which are still there to clean up any messes from the food. Speaking of food, there is a large table with many delicious meals to choose from, from classy foods to simpler snacks such as chips and even a bit of treats for the children and others who enjoy sweets. And of course, beverages are present, such as punch, water, soft drinks, and even a bit of wine for the adults. Off to the side is an ice box, which may in fact contain sea salt ice cream.

Similar to the last ball, there is a comfortable area set off to the side for those who would rather relax, maybe take a break from dancing. It consists of comfortable chairs and couches for the guests, and even smaller tables for beverages.

Of course, the main attraction is the dance floor itself, which is dimly lit by a chandelier and the occasional candles here and there. The aforementioned music at the moment is classical, a sort of waltz and seems to be coming from no apparent source-- but one may notice somewhere in the ball room that Mickey himself is present, dressed not only in proper masquerade attire, but also with a familiar hat.

Anyone is welcome to enjoy the ball. However, if trouble should arise Mickey does have a Keyblade and would be more than willing to intervene; this is meant for enjoyment, not violence.]

Comments

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, I thought you might be looking for your date!

[dawnrise]

[Blinks. Pauses! Stares at him.]

My what?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Your date. I think this party was meant to be a date-thing, if you do that sort of thing.

[dawnrise]

[Pff. Reaches up to adjust her mask.]

Well, I don't. I'm only here in case something happens.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Pfff. You could at least loosen up a little. Even if we're here just in case another fight breaks out.

[dawnrise]

Fine, I'm loose. But it's not like I'll be going dancing or something.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

... you might not want to say you're loose so loudly, Riku-pi. People might get the wrong idea.

[dawnrise]

[...this is her disgusted face.]

Don't make me kick you with heels on.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*flail*

I was trying to be helpful! Don't kick me!

[dawnrise]

[Just... rolls her eyes, looking over at some people.]

Alright.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

How about I get you some punch? Then we can glare at people together.

[dawnrise]

[Smirks.]

Sounds like a good plan.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*hurries off to get that punch then!*

[dawnrise]

[Will just be hanging out right over here while he does that.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*brings you a cup of punch! and one for himself*

... so who looks suspicious?

[dawnrise]

[Takes it, nodding a thanks. Good question!]

Hm.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

No overly evil people around yet?

*sips politely*

[dawnrise]

Not of the obvious kind.

[Does the same. They're so classy.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

The King would kick their asses if they were obvious.

*they're just reeking of doom and gloom in this corner*

[dawnrise]

He would.

[Aren't they?]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... he kinda scares me.

*totally threatening and stuff*

[dawnrise]

Why's that?

[Looks at him.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, because he doesn't like me. At least, not back home.

[dawnrise]

That's hard to imagine.

[Mostly because she can't imagine the Queen really not liking many people. Villains aside.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Well... I may or may not have given Riku a bad name as a thief on some worlds.

*>_> siiiiip mmm delicious punch*