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kingdomdressing2011-12-24 01:44 pm
heaaarts) wrote in kingdomdressing2011-12-24 01:44 pm
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snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be ☆
[ Things are a little different this Christmas Eve. It's the first holiday season in years that many residents will be able to spend outdoors, and whatever drives the place has gone all out to make things festive. There are white lights and ruby garland strung up around lamp posts, red bows and wreathes adorning buildings. Even the trams are decorated, lit up on the outside and warm and cozy inside. There's a chill in the air, but for the most part it isn't too uncomfortable. Trees stripped bare of leaves by the change in seasons have had their leaves replaced by lights, and the occasional tree in the park bears large, shining baubles.
The ball this year is held in a new building, something that's popped up on the outskirts of the residential area overnight. (Of course, no one will be able to get inside until much later in the evening.) The park's a little smaller and crowded as a result, but not by much. It, like much of the outdoors, is covered in white. A light snow has been falling since early afternoon, resulting in a glistening bed of frost over the ground, the trees, and every rooftop. Much of it stretches out past the area, giving a wintery cover to most worlds. The fountains in Radiant Garden have frozen over into chaotic ice sculptures, and enough snow for a snowman (or snowmouse) can be found in Traverse Town, while the sound of carols comes from nowhere in particular in Disney Town. Hopefully no one tries to take the tram to Halloween Town for purposes of sneaking into Christmas Town. That world is barred off from entry no matter how hard anyone tries.
Somewhere around six in the evening, the doors to the ballroom open and remain so. Large wreathes decorated with red ribbon and crystal clear baubles hang on the doors. The building itself is decorated simply and tastefully, with red ribbons and streamers, dimmed lights and soft, instrumental music, perfect for the pristine dance floor. The ceiling, a true highlight of the room, is made of framed glass and gives a perfect, pristine view of the stars and snowfall outside. The tree this year is decorated with red, pale green, white, and more clear glass ornaments. Strangely enough, each is marked with a small tag. Just a simple old strip of paper, blank until someone gets close enough to see their name appear on one special ornament, in swirling red script. There are birds, hearts, stars... all kinds of simple, precious ornaments there to take. Maybe they mean something.
Like any good party in the DR, there's plenty of food. In the back room, separated from the ballroom by frosted glass walls, there are tables with glass tops and sheer white tablecloths, the largest of which is rectangular and has a placement of ham, roast birds, casseroles and vegetables, with nuts, popcorn, pretzels and cheeses further down. There are two smaller, round tables, one with drinks (non-alcoholic eggnog, ciders, and hot cocoa), and one with sweets like pudding, cookies, fudge, and sugared fruits. A group of much smaller, more cozy and personal tables are scattered in the corner near the food, with delicate placements decorated with classic red poinsettias. ]
{ ooc: LiveJournal mirror here. Happy Holidays, everyone! }
The ball this year is held in a new building, something that's popped up on the outskirts of the residential area overnight. (Of course, no one will be able to get inside until much later in the evening.) The park's a little smaller and crowded as a result, but not by much. It, like much of the outdoors, is covered in white. A light snow has been falling since early afternoon, resulting in a glistening bed of frost over the ground, the trees, and every rooftop. Much of it stretches out past the area, giving a wintery cover to most worlds. The fountains in Radiant Garden have frozen over into chaotic ice sculptures, and enough snow for a snowman (or snowmouse) can be found in Traverse Town, while the sound of carols comes from nowhere in particular in Disney Town. Hopefully no one tries to take the tram to Halloween Town for purposes of sneaking into Christmas Town. That world is barred off from entry no matter how hard anyone tries.
Somewhere around six in the evening, the doors to the ballroom open and remain so. Large wreathes decorated with red ribbon and crystal clear baubles hang on the doors. The building itself is decorated simply and tastefully, with red ribbons and streamers, dimmed lights and soft, instrumental music, perfect for the pristine dance floor. The ceiling, a true highlight of the room, is made of framed glass and gives a perfect, pristine view of the stars and snowfall outside. The tree this year is decorated with red, pale green, white, and more clear glass ornaments. Strangely enough, each is marked with a small tag. Just a simple old strip of paper, blank until someone gets close enough to see their name appear on one special ornament, in swirling red script. There are birds, hearts, stars... all kinds of simple, precious ornaments there to take. Maybe they mean something.
Like any good party in the DR, there's plenty of food. In the back room, separated from the ballroom by frosted glass walls, there are tables with glass tops and sheer white tablecloths, the largest of which is rectangular and has a placement of ham, roast birds, casseroles and vegetables, with nuts, popcorn, pretzels and cheeses further down. There are two smaller, round tables, one with drinks (non-alcoholic eggnog, ciders, and hot cocoa), and one with sweets like pudding, cookies, fudge, and sugared fruits. A group of much smaller, more cozy and personal tables are scattered in the corner near the food, with delicate placements decorated with classic red poinsettias. ]
{ ooc: LiveJournal mirror here. Happy Holidays, everyone! }
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[He walks over to stand beside her, turning to face the tree as well.]
You look nice. You should try wearing them more often.
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When? When I'm fighting Heartless or running through the woods with my dog?
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Terra does it.
[Those things he silly things he calls pants are so totally dresses in denial. Or so Roxas thinks.]
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[She has yet to speak to one, as it goes.]
Wow, hi, I can has typing skills.
[He makes big hand movements to overly emphasize his words, pausing for a moment to stare at her a little bit in disbelief.]
Are you seriously telling me in all this time in the dressing room you've never met one?
y I has no notifs ):
I think this place is keeping me from seeing any of them. I met the one in my world when I was... I don't know. Six?
Idk, I do :<
They were going in spam wtf
[She shrugs.]
Terra came to the islands once. Before Kai ever showed up.
Silly spam box.
[He looks pretty fascinated by this idea for whatever reason, now lost in thought as he turns back to the tree.]
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[She smirks.]
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It's funny, that's kind of how it went with my world's Terra and Aqua too.
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[His world is so different from hers. She's curious.]
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[That smile turns a little sad.]
When... everything happened, it was Aqua that kept us from Vexen.
Merry Christmas, by the way ♥
[She has immense respect for Aqua, moreso than the other two, even.]
Thank-you!! You too :)
[Breathes a laugh now, running a hand over his hair.]
I miss her. I wish she'd show up here too.
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Do you think she might one day?
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-25 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)Whoops, didn't realize it signed me out.
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[It's not like the DR is very predictable.]
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Yeah...
[After a moment of contemplating that, he shrugs it off and looks to her with a grin.]
So, what are your plans for the night?
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[What else, Roxas?]
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Even after all the times I've drank too much, I have yet to feel partied out. There had better be some spiked eggnog around here.
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[Hmph.]
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