THE BALL

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[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

[dawnrise]

That it does.

[She thinks it suits him, too.]

[before]

Bet you can't guess what I was going for.

[dawnrise]

[Crosses her arms, looking ridiculously thoughtful.]

[before]

[Just watches her expectantly.]

[dawnrise]

Well, the Red Death comes to mind.

[But the horns bring about entirely different possibilities.]

[before]

[The pout looks out of place.]

Damn, you guessed already.

[dawnrise]

Because the possibilities are endless.

[Looks amused, then tilts her head up.]

Should I be afraid?

[before]

Nah, I'm feeling lenient today.

[Pauses, grinning.]

Plus everyone would kill me for. well, doing the whole Red Death thing.

[dawnrise]

[Lifts an eyebrow.]

Yeah, I think they would.

[before]

Yeah! And I don't feel like getting dead today, so.

[dawnrise]

I'd hope not.

[That'd put a damper on things.]

[before]

Haven't been in the mood for it for a while now actually.

[dawnrise]

[What a thing to say.]

That's not exactly a bad thing.

[before]

I guess not! Not like I wouldn't come back anyway.

*rewords*

[dawnrise]

[She's choosing not to say anything about that, looking off at a group of people.]

[before]

[Raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn't say anything either.]

[dawnrise]

[Narrows her eyes a bit, very briefly, before the expression disappears and she looks back at him.]

So how does this ball compare to the last, in your opinion?

[before]

Better. It's not all Christmas-y.

[dawnrise]

Had a feeling you'd say that.

[before]

Then why'd you ask?

[dawnrise]

[Shrugs.]

Just checking.

[before]

Right.

[dawnrise]

What?

[Curious!]

[before]

Nothing.

[dawnrise]

Of course.

[It's always 'nothing'.]