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

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

... I was on my way to the kitchen.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

There's food here! Come on I'll show you!

[grabs your hand and tugs it; what is this thing called personal space]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Not necessary.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[that's okay, he'll just climb up next to you then take over your lap; you wouldn't really hit a little four year old, would you? D:]

How come you were way up there?

I lost this tag somewhere in my memory. Sorry. orz orz orzzz

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I was... teleported there by the Dressing Room.

it's alright XD

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[....D:]

Did you hurt your butt?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

No.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Yours is pretty.

[traces a finger over the design on your mask, oblivious to your discomfort]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

I like you!

[playing with your hair now; he's never seen anyone with your color before]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Do you like all strangers you meet?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[aw but his hands aren't that dirty yet; will just use your chest as a pillow then]

No... one wanted to eat me but he promised he wouldn't an' said I could have ice cream. But he's still scary.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Scary, you say?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[gives a little nod, one hand fisting to rub his eye, the other hanging onto your shirt]

He had... horns on his head. Your eyes are pretty. Like a kitty.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

And yet, I am not a cat.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Does that mean I can't call you Kitty?

[yawns and settles against you more, clinging like a little burr as he watches people dance with half-lidded eyes]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

... I would prefer that you don't...

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[are you kidding, he's fighting sleep because this is the latest he's been allowed to stay up]

'kay. What can I call you?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I see no point in giving my name to a brat.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[pouts at you]

'kay then, I'll call you Kitty.

[if you won't give him your name, he'll just give you one himself!]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

My name is Saïx.