MASQUERADE PARTY

[masqueradeparty]

[the day of the party has arrived!

right around dinnertime, fairies will try to round up every single character and gesture, lead, or pull them towards the courtyard. there, the miniature castle has finally been completed! there are fairy lights and beautiful singing all around you, and it looks like there's some kind of a party going on in the castle, but...

...but it's still so tiny. how could you possibly get in there? it would be hard just to get your hand through the front door!

but the fairies will persist, and as soon as a character steps into the fairy ring...

they find themselves in the ballroom.

this post has been forward-dated to tonight, of course, so mingle in the comment sections and have a fun time with the different rooms.]

SECTION LINKS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:
• The Ballroom
• Side Rooms
• The Garden
• The Altar

Comments

[untilmydarknessgoes]

You are. Excellent deduction skills, Fred. Real impressed.

Though not nearly as impressed as I am with the fact you're still standing up straight. I didn't know you were such a party animal.

[fredless]

[From beneath her mask Fred feels herself smile before she can think to dampen it]

I'm tougher than I look.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

I'm starting to notice that. I, for one, like that in a woman.

[fredless]

[And suddenly she's laughing. Suddenly, inexplicably laughing. There's the fleeting thought that it feels strange, situated somewhere in her dress. Finally pulling a breath, Fred presses the heel of her palm against her mouth to prevent further transgressions]

This is ridiculous. [She casts him another glance, letting go] When did this place get so ridiculous?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Damon seems to think for a moment.]

Y'know, Fred, I think it's always been ridiculous.

[fredless]

[There's a slanted look. Up at the sky and then back again. The subtle lift of one shoulder might be an indication of her thoughts]

...I really don't think I can argue with you there.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

I'd hope not or else then I'd hope someone cut you off from the wine or checked your meds.

[He motions for her to take the seat beside him if she wants.]

[fredless]

[She doesn't hesitate. Or, more accurately, she doesn't think. Her head's been so busy with it lately]

Is that because of the way things are in general, or because nobody's allowed to argue with you?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Where'd that come from? Damon's not sure. As far as he knew, Fred didn't really know him. So, what reason did she have to get her panties in a twist?]

Well, people are certainly allowed to argue with me all they want. They'll just always be wrong.

[fredless]

...right. [There's a flicker of a smile] You're one of those.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

And here I was aiming to be one in a million.

[fredless]

That always thinks they're right? You probably needed to pick a different skill set.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

No, I was more referring to the general cluster of always being right, a helluva conversationalist, and a winning, charming personality. Not to mention my stellar and damn near perfect good looks.

[He winks.]

[fredless]

[As words go, it's an onslaught. But there's a flicker of a smile]

As a general rule of thumb, I think I'm supposed to decide when I'm being charmed.

[But no matter what? She's curious]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

If there was a chance you might not be, sure. But there isn't, so...

[fredless]

[She's not allowed to laugh. Or smile]

I'm surprised you even wore a mask.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

And why is that?

[fredless]

[A pause, then a slight softening at the corners of her mouth]

Because really, why would somebody go around covering up all that awesome?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Touché. I hadn't thought of that.

[He definitely approves if that smile is anything to go by.]

[fredless]

Well there you go, then.

[Which, speaking of. She's still actually looking for someone in particular. Fred stands]

I'm sure when I say 'it's been interesting', you'll take that for what it is.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

That you're absolutely enamoured with me.

[He's being sarcastic. He knows that's not what she means.]

[fredless]

[Again, there's a subtle change to the lines around her mouth. a tilt of her chin seems to punctuate the sentiment]

You've got it.

[And then she's gone, slipping back into the ballroom]