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dualislogs2019-11-16 05:12 pm
headandhand) wrote in dualislogs2019-11-16 05:12 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- destiny: drifter,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- doom patrol: crazy jane,
- ff10: tidus,
- ff10: yuna,
- ff7: sephiroth,
- ff7: vincent valentine,
- ff7: zack fair,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- ff8: rinoa heartilly,
- ff8: seifer almasy,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- kingdom hearts: naminé,
- marvel comics: david alleyne,
- marvel comics: michael morbius,
- mcu: loki odinson,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- oc: nick rivenna,
- rvb: south dakota,
- the gifted: lorna dane,
- warhammer 40k: mira nero,
- xmcu: charles xavier,
- xmcu: domino,
- xmcu: erik lehnsherr
oh, we dance in misery
WHO: Open to all Dualizens!
WHAT: the Plague Memorial Masked Ball
WHERE: the Mayor's Mansion (central Dualis)
WHEN: the evening of November 16
WARNINGS: Visuals/discussion of disease and death in the setting. Anything else, please use appropriate warnings!
At 8 p.m. sharp, the lights inside and around the Mayor's Mansion turn up, and the doors are opened to the crowds that begin to trickle inside. All entrances are manned by Iterations, and all party-goers are scanned for both proper attire (formal and masked, mandatory) and weapons (absolutely forbidden) before being allowed entry.
Once inside, attendees are greeted to a spectacle of warmth and light and lavish decorations, all themed in white accented with gold and violet. Venture into the ballroom, and you'll see intricately carved ice sculptures in various representations of death, all laden with garlands of marigolds and violet chrysanthemums. At one end of the room, a rotating cast of musicians plays soft music in differing arrangements of strings and piano. Long tables at the other end of the ballroom are piled high with punch fountains and platters of delicious party foods, and a few bar stations serve beverages of the more adult variety to those of age.
Outside the main ballroom are seven smaller rooms, for more intimate conversations and quiet recovery from the main gala (or just skulking like a brooding weirdo, if that's your thing). Six of the rooms are decorated in monochrome blue, purple, green, orange, white, or violet, and the seventh room is pitch black with red accents.
Throughout the night, the mayor herself winds in and out of the crowds, shadowed by a pair of bodyguards. She is all smiles, greeting people with a friendly handshake and effusive words of thanks for attending the ball, but she never stays in one place long enough for a true conversation. This is a celebration of life and a remembrance of the dead, after all - not the time or place for talks of business or politics.
Enjoy yourselves tonight, everyone! And remember - death eventually comes for everyone.
WHAT: the Plague Memorial Masked Ball
WHERE: the Mayor's Mansion (central Dualis)
WHEN: the evening of November 16
WARNINGS: Visuals/discussion of disease and death in the setting. Anything else, please use appropriate warnings!
At 8 p.m. sharp, the lights inside and around the Mayor's Mansion turn up, and the doors are opened to the crowds that begin to trickle inside. All entrances are manned by Iterations, and all party-goers are scanned for both proper attire (formal and masked, mandatory) and weapons (absolutely forbidden) before being allowed entry.
Once inside, attendees are greeted to a spectacle of warmth and light and lavish decorations, all themed in white accented with gold and violet. Venture into the ballroom, and you'll see intricately carved ice sculptures in various representations of death, all laden with garlands of marigolds and violet chrysanthemums. At one end of the room, a rotating cast of musicians plays soft music in differing arrangements of strings and piano. Long tables at the other end of the ballroom are piled high with punch fountains and platters of delicious party foods, and a few bar stations serve beverages of the more adult variety to those of age.
Outside the main ballroom are seven smaller rooms, for more intimate conversations and quiet recovery from the main gala (or just skulking like a brooding weirdo, if that's your thing). Six of the rooms are decorated in monochrome blue, purple, green, orange, white, or violet, and the seventh room is pitch black with red accents.
Throughout the night, the mayor herself winds in and out of the crowds, shadowed by a pair of bodyguards. She is all smiles, greeting people with a friendly handshake and effusive words of thanks for attending the ball, but she never stays in one place long enough for a true conversation. This is a celebration of life and a remembrance of the dead, after all - not the time or place for talks of business or politics.
Enjoy yourselves tonight, everyone! And remember - death eventually comes for everyone.
b. could you wait to call me another day?
[But god, he contradicts all that well-put-togetherness with a grumpy as fuck look.]
[He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't have to read minds to get a headache from the noise. The ice sculptures alone are creepy enough without the additional mental filth poor Charles is putting up with here. And his mind is especially rancid by the time he stops by the former dapper... schoolmarm? Nah that's women. What were fuckin' men at school called again? Headmasters, yeah. That was it.]
Looks like you're enjoying this thing as much as I fuckin' am.
[His date has been on 'restrain the demented woman' equipped with the powers that a teenage girl wished she had with fuckin' boy bands so he kind of ended up alone with only a pair of gifted lapis cufflinks to show for it.]
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Sometimes it's harder to keep it out. I try not to encroach on anyone's privacy.
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[He looks around.]
Look, I got nothin' better to do right now, and I don't want to get roped into another fuckin' conversation about young heathen shit or what the fuck ever. Do you want me to go find you a tylenol or a scotch or somethin'?
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I would never say no to a scotch.
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[And he wanders off, briefly accosted by an older woman trying to stall him to talk about police matters. He has to pretend somehow it's an urgent mission to get that scotch back to Charles.]
[And he offers him the drink when he gets there, safely out of harm's way.]
This party turning out any better?
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It has its ups and downs. My last party was playing up to a bunch of politicians. So the company here is vastly superior.
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[He's been playing dodge all night. He doesn't know if it would be the same as in Detroit, where whenever he was on a big case the mayor or the nearest politician would try to chase him down like a starving dog after meat, but it's not worth the risk when he doesn't have back up.]
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Why does she want to take a picture with you?
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He's busy.
[He's actually pretty disappointed by that, and also stranded in perpetually bitchy Hank mode.]
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He abandoned you? That's rather rude.
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[Apologies, Charles. He recognizes Connor's doing the right thing, but Hank's left holding his proverbial corsage and standing in the corner. At least he's getting to talk to some people.]
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That's kind of him, but I would be annoyed as well.