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

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Good for you.

[gets up, thinking she'll go dance or something. Away from Saix.]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

We need to talk.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[flails a bit, shooting sparks down her captive arm]

No, we don't.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Yes, we do.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[grits her teeth and stops shocking him.]

About what?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Axel.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I've tried talking sense into him already.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Keyword being "tried", correct?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Right.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Talking sense into that idiot is impossible. That should have been obvious from the beginning.



You care for him, don't you.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I did.

[crosses her arms and Looks at him. what are you up to, Saix.]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

"Did."

/goes to bed now for real (hey I was checking something)

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Fine, do, but he's making it awfully difficult.

Pfffft.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Because he won't let you have him to yourself?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[scowls]

It's not just that.

[Although Saïx is at the root of the problem.]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Then what more is there? If I may know.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

He doesn't listen.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Anything else new?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Ha-ha. Very funny.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

What? I thought that was common knowledge.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

It bears repeating.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Well, it would be nice if he would listen.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I can't leave and I can't kick him out because he comes back bitching about wanting to see the baby. Or wanting to see me- like that's even true.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I think it's true. He seems to care about you a lot.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

If he did, he wouldn't keep running back to you.