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.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-12-07 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Now, South is fairly sure she could move as smooth and graceful if she chose to. But really, she's too flashy and aggressive, chances are she couldn't. But it doesn't keep her from rolling her eyes, unimpressed.

"Nah, I know plenty. Had to do dancing as a kid thanks to my parents, joined the military- top military branches at that, the literal day after my birthday. I have an idea."
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[personal profile] skyward_eyes 2019-12-08 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Nida scoffs as he rolls his shoulders and moves to the door of the room.

"At least you had parents. And CHOSE the military. Some people just have all the luck."

And with that he steps out into the main room, a smile back in place. Time to get back to the dancing.
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[personal profile] whosthemonsternow 2019-12-10 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She considers shuffling along with a rebuttal, an argument, but she stops short. South has honestly never considered her joining the UNSC was a choice. It was someone has to do something, someone had to step up and do anything and everything to stop the Covvies from destroying all of them. And while her mother was taken away when she was just a kid- she did have parents, at least one for her whole life.

South lets him leave in peace, watching a few seconds before narrowing her eyes. Well great. Now she has to sit and ponder on all this bullshit he's kicked up that she didn't even know was there.