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.
metamorphotic: (that you don't want to know)

[personal profile] metamorphotic 2019-12-08 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Not them being made.

[that was absolutely intentional, no question about that. she taps the ash off the end of her cigarette and turns to meet cloud's gaze with her own, making a silent observation that the way his eyes glow is both beautiful and frightening.]

Them bein' set loose. That was the mistake. And it won't happen again.

[not on nick's watch. or, if it does happen again, she won't be part of it. she's resolved on that much, at least. but there's a confession there, in the spaces between the words she speaks - it's partly her fault that those attacks happened. and she regrets it.]
bravers: please don't take. (010;)

[personal profile] bravers 2019-12-08 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[It's... not a very good look he's giving her. His eyes are hard now, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed.]

You sound like you know more about it than anyone else I've spoken to.

[There's suspicion in his tone, certainly.]

What makes you so sure?
metamorphotic: (keep your face in the light)

[personal profile] metamorphotic 2019-12-12 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[she sees that look, and it’s not terribly unexpected, but it certainly doesn’t make her feel any better. still, she doesn’t shy away as she answers.]

Just a hunch. I’ve been here for a while now. Seen how things run in the city. Mistakes like that can get people killed - anyone would wanna make sure it didn’t happen again. Wouldn’t you?