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]

Pray tell, what's the occasion this time?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Don't think there is one. It's a ball for balls' sak- that didn't come out right.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Still doesn't seem worth attending without meaning to.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Then leave.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I had planned to.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Larx has no one to dance with, so she flops onto a couch.]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

That was quick.

[scoots away]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I can't leave.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

So you have to hang around me?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

No, but I do want to request that you open a portal for me so that I may leave.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[waves her hand in a dismissive gesture, a portal opening in front of the couch.]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Damn it.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Not my fault.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I wish it were.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

What, so you'd have an excuse to kick me around?

["Like you do Axel?"]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

No, I'd just rather make the cause of my misfortune pay.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I don't think the room would notice.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Hence why I wish you or some person was responsible.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Sucks to be you.

[Hit the wall?]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

... That idiot isn't here, is he...?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

If he is, I haven't seen him.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I'm not detecting him anywhere...

[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.