headandhand: (mayor marcelina)
the head | the hand ([personal profile] headandhand) wrote in [community profile] dualislogs2019-11-16 05:12 pm

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.
fuckregularpeople: (karen: discomfort)

[personal profile] fuckregularpeople 2019-12-05 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
She's not. Karen's not on the hunt for a partner here, she just wants someone on her side and Tannis is an easy enough target. Karen gets one-on-one attention while still being nice to someone, and her Siren-esque powers prevail while Connor tries to understand her stance. He steps aside and Karen reaches for Tannis' hand. "Thank you!" She smiles at him, then pulls Tannis to her by the hand.

"No problem! It's totally cool." She guides her new friend toward the hallway, turning back to smile at her. "What's your favorite color, Patty? I think they did some theme parlors. Shouldn't be many people in them. Don't be lame, Con-Con, we're all friends!"
notalive: (17 - RMTBxep)

[personal profile] notalive 2019-12-07 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not saying anything," he protests, deliberately holding up his hands in a peacable gesture and smiling. It's not his genuine, slightly lop-sided grin, but something more charming. Perfectly symmetrical. "I just..."

Pause, like he's trying to think how to phrase his feelings when really he's rapidly trying to calculate just what those feelings should be.

"I didn't realise you and Patricia were friends." Neither did Patricia, for that matter. He looks at her now, none of his worry about her sudden brainwashing showing on his face. "I just didn't want Karen spending her night worrying about strangers, you know?"