kingdomdressing | THE BALL

[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.]

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Ah, but that in itself is admirable. Some seem to put far too much worth in appearances, opting to dress in ways to please solely those around them rather than being content with themselves.

[hm, well it doesn't taste too bad. He'll eat the rest now...]

I guess that's true no matter what world you're in.

[shakes her head a little.]

Alas, I suppose certain customs and beliefs simply can't be avoided.

[...hm. Odd. After finishing the cookie he feels a little strange.]

Unfortunately.

[so does she. she's going to stop eating for a minute, leaning back in her chair.]

[... hhh. He's going to turn towards Kairi, putting his utensils down.]

... Are you...alright?

I think so. Did the... lights just get brighter?

[looks up.]

I...

[...oh dear. He's looking around now, and everything looks so bright and loud... kind of spinny.]

It appears so.

[cringes a little, reaching up to hold a hand above her eyes.]

What happened?

I'm not sure, truth be told...

[... w-what. Squinting nao.]

Is it me, or do the walls appear to be coming...closer?

... No?

[looks at him, then stares at the nearest wall.]

... Odd.

[just. tries to focus on his food, which is looking a bit weird itself.]

Perhaps there was something in the food?

It tasted fine to me.

[looks at her plate, then at his, and jumps.]

[He just drops his plate! And his utensils, which creates a bit of a mess.]

I-is that a snake...?

A snake?

[b-backs up, nearly knocking her chair over.]

[... it's still there. It's about to strike...at her! Just pushes the table in an attempt to knock it over.

Even though it's all just in his head.]

[lets out a quiet scream, covering her hands with her mouth and backing up fast.]

[Well that's one table knocked over to the side, but it's still coming...and it's bigger! And the ground is kind of shaky. He, too, will be backing up quickly.]

[kind of just staring at the mess, hands held over her ears.]

Why did you--?

It was going to harm you...

[and now it's gone, but instead everything seems to be...tilting upside down. His immediate response is to clutch his head tightly.]

P-perhaps this is some sort of trick? An illusion?

I... guess. What was it? I didn't see anything.

[squints at him, not moving her hands.]

I'm...not entirely sure. Perhaps I was imagining it--

[ghh, sitting now. on the floor.]

[watches him for a minute, then her eyes get much bigger and she kneels down beside him, putting her hands on his closest arm.]

Something's going on.

[he tries to focus on her, but it's kind of hard. Dude's having a trip from those hallucinogenic cookies and is kind of distracted by what's going on around him.]

Yes... But how, and why?