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

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

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

Why did you--?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

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?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

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

[squints at him, not moving her hands.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

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

[ghh, sitting now. on the floor.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[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.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[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?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[that's alright, her eyes are squeezed shut anyway. she's kind of leaning against him, feeling strangely dizzy.]

I don't know.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[that's fine with him. He's a bit dizzy himself.]

Perhaps we should leave?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Maybe?

[lifts her head up, looking around.]

Is it-- is everyone else okay?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[...still tilting, and shaky. He's kind of seeing weird patterns on the walls, too.]

I'm not sure-- possibly?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[she's having a difficult time seeing anything right now. her dress seems to have bloomed out wide, it's nearly suffocating. in her mind, anyway.]

Do you think someone's doing this?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Perhaps... but surely others would have noticed.

[closing his eyes really isn't helping; he's still seeing weird things even then, mostly weird patterns and such. At this rate he's leaning closer to the floor, growing increasingly dizzy.]

Could it be the cookies?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

How would cookies do this?

[starts trying to... push her dress down. from the point of view of anyone else, it would look like she's merely smoothing it down.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure.

[looking at the floor, looking at the--- ... is that water? Why is the floor made of water, ghh?]

Hallucinogens, perhaps?