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

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Me neither. How about... Punch?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

I suppose there's no harm in it, since it's doubtful that the punch contains alcohol.

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Doubtful.

[looks amused, but moves toward the punch anyway.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Well... he'll get some anyway. He'll go ahead and grab a glass for himself.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[sips hers a bit cautiously, then shrugs when it tastes normal to her, looking back along the table.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Hm, nods, sipping more of his.]

Is there anything else you would like?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Mmhm. Just not sure what. Maybe a little of everything?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ah, an excellent idea.

[he'll go ahead and grab two plates, then]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[holds her hand out for one of them.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[and he'll hand it over, naturally!]

Now, where to begin?

[He'll start looking over all the food.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Start at one end, make our way to the other?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[ff, laughs]

Fair enough.

[He'll start grabbing an assortment of foods, then, going along the table.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[does the same! something sweet, something salty, a little bit of everything here and there.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He's got himself a nice bit of salad and some pasta, mostly. Light stuff, though he's picked a few cookies because, hey, they looked good.]

This should suffice for the time being.

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[she's got cookies too!]

Looks good to me.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

In that case, shall we find a place to sit?

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Lead the way.

[balancing her plate and punch over here.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[nods, leading her over to some comfy chairs and a table]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[...immediately sinks down in her chair, ha. heels are a pain, you know.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[It's times like these that he's grateful to be a boy-- but he'll sit in the chair right next to hers, placing his plate and punch on the table.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[he should be very grateful. she does the same, then sits up properly, setting her fan down on the edge of the table.]

I'm glad my mask isn't too big. You couldn't eat with some of these.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

True. Yours is the perfect size, however; it also suits you quite well.

[hm, he'll start eating now.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I liked the design too much once I saw it.

[likewise.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

It's certainly more detailed than my own, which is rather plain.

[He gestures to the mask, which is conveniently placed to the side.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

I like your mask though. I think something too sparkly would've been... not quite you.

[Bites into a cookie.]