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

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Did you not witness my unplanned yet great entrance from the ceiling?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Must have been looking elsewhere.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

The Dressing Room apparently decided I should attend this instead of having dinner, so here I am.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

... are you hungry then?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

... Yes.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Wanna get something?

[gestures vaguely at the buffet tables]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

... Sure.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[follows a step behind him, reaching for a plate to find himself some ribs and such to nibble on]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[smiles at the sight, loading up on ribs and potato salad, two things he has missed from home]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[pads after him quietly, sitting across from him once he finds a table]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he nibbles at the ribs, a smile on his lips. he doesn't seem to notice he's being ignored]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he hears the crunching of the bones, and pauses, blinking at him]

Those bones are going to tear the fuck out of your intestines.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

My body is different than yours.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

As long as you don't cough up blood all over my food.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I won't.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he stops paying attention, preferring to watch the meat he's tugging off the bones in his hands]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[swings his legs under the table and oh -- he accidentally brushes his foot against someone's leg]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[good. because it was an accident. not going to happen again]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]