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

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

[presses a hand to his chest.]

Time heals all wounds. Or so I hear.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I've heard that too, so it must be true.

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Sweet-- Vy, stop it.

[bats the Dancer's hand away from his mask. seems she's fond of the bells.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Vy?

[pfft, glad her mask doesn't have bells.]

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry, Kairi. This is Vy.

[Vy has no sense of personal bubbles, and slips away from Demyx to twirl around Kairi.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[turns a bit to watch the Nobody.]

Why Vy?

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

[shrugs a bit.]

Fits her.

[she loops around them both once, then flits off toward the other end of the dance floor.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[watches her go, blinking.]

She a nice dance partner?

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Well, it is what she does.

[assuming Kairi knows what she is, anyway.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[well, her younger self has played the games, but that was after she was supposed to leave, so this one hasn't. but she does know about Nobodies, lesser and otherwise.]

True.

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

[he'd hope she would know about them. dangerous place around here, after all.]

So what about you? Have you danced yet?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

A bit, yeah.

[very dangerous place! luckily she hasn't been in danger lately.]

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

[that is very good. he'd rather one of his only friends here not get hurt.]

Care to dance again?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[but now I want to get her in trouble.]

Sure, why not.

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

[that's because you're a mean person. Demyx would be unhappy.

but for now he just lowers himself in a bow, offering her his hand.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[smiles and takes his hand carefully~.]

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

[and he leads her closer to the middle of the dance floor, moving into place.]

Apologizing right now in case I step on your toes.

[he won't.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I wonder if steel-toed high heels exist.

[she's not really worried.]

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Someone somewhere has made them. No doubt in my mind.

[can be leading her in a dance nao?]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

It'd make sense.

[of course, good sir~.]

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Everything ever exists somewhere. Remember the popcorn room?

[he's actually much better than he appeared to be with the Dancer, but shhh.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Right, of course.

[oh, that's good. it means she doesn't have to watch her step.]

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Don't be surprised if you go back to your room and find heels like that.

[come on, his element is water. he's a very fluid dancer!]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[laughs.]

Well, they might come in handy, at least.

[orhighwaters.livejournal.com]

Probably.

[suddenly, imagining Larxene in heels like that!]