In the ballroom...

[paradisamods]

[For those residents that find themselves locked in the ballroom, it's really quite a sight to see.

Balloons and streamers and cardboard hearts are strewn all about the room, hanging from the ceiling and decorating those tall, locked doors. But even if the doors won't open, it's not the worst place a person could find themselves.

If you're tired, there is a section of the ballroom where Valentine-themed blankets, pillows, beanbags and blow-up furniture spread out across the floor. The lights are somehow significantly dimmer on this side of the room, allowing for easier sleep.

Along one wall is a seemingly endless array of snack foods, candies, hors d'oeuvre, and anything else someone might want to wish up. There's plenty of room! Nearby, a chocolate fountain stands as tall as the average resident, constantly flowing with delicious chocolate for dipping. Directly beside the fountain is a very, very large chocolate chip cookie shaped like a heart. The cookie alone could feed the entire ballroom if desired. Perhaps as you approach the snack area, you'll find yourself holding a tall, cold glass of pink lemonade.

For entertainment, there is plenty of music, movies and video games to satisfy all genres. Residents are free to wish up whatever they'd like! This is all about having fun with others, after all, and Paradisa's willing to allow (almost) anything to get those bonds forming.


TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE OF THE DAY

In the center of the room is a parachute of grand proportions, colored with stripes of red, pink and white. It's rather large, and cannot be handled by just a few people.

Residents may feel encouraged to run over and help lift the parachute. If enough people can band together and start up a few parachute games, the castle will reward the ballroom.

The reward: The ceiling of the ballroom will fade away, giving the illusion of sunny skies and fluffy clouds during the day, and brilliant stars at night.]

Comments

[spiritusaequitas]

[he chuckles] Nah. Last I checked, anyways, it'd be a bit hard to put something in has that would'n' get chopped to bits.

[squartatore]

[...not sure if want. dryly:] Terrifying.

[he isn't making it sound all too safe, okay]

[spiritusaequitas]

Oh... not really ... it's .... you dunno what hash is, do ya. [sudden realizations are the best] It's meat an' potatoes chopped up real small, and fried up in a skillet so it gets all crispy on th' bottom. Sometimes people put other stuff in, but where I come from, s'usually corned beef. An' then ya cook eggs on top.

[squartatore]

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blink] Is that all?

[so her imagination may have run off a little there]

[spiritusaequitas]

[he laughs quietly] Aye. ... Why, what'd you think it meant? Just curious.

[squartatore]

Nothing worth telling you about. [SO the mental picture may have involved lots of pointy tools and belong on a list of things which should never go with eggs.

subject change!] Let's go find you some breakfast.

[spiritusaequitas]

Now there's a topic of discussion I can get behind. [he grins] I'm Murphy.

[squartatore]

[a nod in return] Sayaka.

[she turns her attention back to the table, handing him a disposable plate]

[spiritusaequitas]

Nice t' meetcha. [he takes that plate and starts poking around] ... Jesus, is it ALL 300% sugar?

[squartatore]

The castle's grand plan is to make us develop diabetes. Who knew. [but she munches on a donut nevertheless. Hey, it's tasty, okay]

[spiritusaequitas]

[he laughs, already liking her and her sense of humor] Long's there's a good insulin supply at th' clinic, I guess.

[muffins. those aren't so bad in the scheme of things. he picks up a blueberry one and starts peeling off the wrapper]

[squartatore]

Yeah... [she shrugs again, not actually having to worry about problems like organ failure, and continues chewing]

[spiritusaequitas]

... [he shrugs, too, and digs into his muffin in silence, looking around]

Awful lotta people stuck in here. Any idea why?

[squartatore]

The doors are locked. I don't think the entire castle population can fit here, though.

[in other words, she doesn't really know herself, but they've probably been split up for whatever reason]

[spiritusaequitas]

No, but... my brother's not here. [he scowls. from the look of him, the castle had better not have done anything to him]

[squartatore]

[knows that look! She's worn it enough times herself...despite not having any siblings. Small detail.]

Maybe you just haven't run into him. Lots of people, after all.

[spiritusaequitas]

... Maybe ... [his tone's distracted, as he's already scanning the crowd, looking for Connor]

F'we fell asleep in th' same room, though, wouldn' we wake up somewhere near each other?

[squartatore]

Dunno, I've never had it happen to me. [and with all the instances of waking up in another bed that happen (or...those that get broadcast over the journal for others to hear), she didn't really pause to think about the opposite]

[spiritusaequitas]

Huh. ... [he sets his half-eaten muffin back down on the table, now thoroughly preoccupied with finding his brother] Help me look?

[squartatore]

OK. What does he look like? Was he in pajamas the last you saw him?

[spiritusaequitas]

He'd have a bathrobe, like mine ... 'bout my height, brown hair, messier'n mine ... [he makes a gesture that's somehow supposed to translate to 'spiky hair']