Event | Masquerade Ball

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Characters: All
Date: The Evening of October 30th
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion
Situation: Valdis and 'Rue' have put together an All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball.
Warnings/Rating: None

The day has finally arrived and the morning and afternoon are spent putting together what will be the scene of the Masquerade Ball at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Kedan can be seen coming and going, carrying in decorations and lights and later on, various foods and desserts. Valdis, and Rue can occasionally be glimpsed directing people and moving things around, but anyone not a part of the setup will be ushered on and discouraged from lingering.

As night falls, the Courtyard will be brightly lit and ready for guests...

Comments

[unetrustworthy]

"Try telling that to a stubborn two year old," she let out an almost-laugh at the thought. Maybe if medicine had been sweet, Michel wouldn't have tried to throw the spoon in her face that one time....

[solo_patria]

"That WOULD be much harder." Enjolras laughed too, counting himself lucky that the people he'd spent the most time with had been able to be reasoned with. On that matter at least. On others, well. Marius was Marius, wasn't he? "You would think someone could come up with something a bit easier by now."

[unetrustworthy]

"Certainly not by my time, that's for sure."

Because she hadn't forgotten. That she was, from the perspective of many on the Turtle, she was from the "Future". More than 200 years from Enjorlas' time.

[solo_patria]

"Ah, science and the future. Mine at least." Enjolras smiled. "Some things are so close and some so very far away. Perhaps someday, at least."

[unetrustworthy]

"Maybe it'll happen here, one day?" She reached for one of the sliced local fruits, popping the piece into her mouth. "If so, I might be tempted to actually try the licorice again. So long as continues to taste like medicine."

[solo_patria]

"It seems like it might be something worth suggesting, even. I wonder if the healers might take it into consideration." Enjolras sipped his punch, mulling over the possibilities. "It COULD be worth mentioning."

[unetrustworthy]

She allowed herself to entertain the thought for a full three seconds before shaking her head.

"I'm sure they have many more important things to worry about over the flavor of medicine. I would hate to bother them."

[solo_patria]

Practicality did win out in this case, didn't it? Enjolras HAD to admit that it had its place in the world.

"And especially now it becomes even less practical, doesn't it? Still, a good idea, in theory. Perhaps it's simply not found its time."

[unetrustworthy]

"Some day," she agreed. "When we can go longer periods of time in between war."

Because she wasn't disillusioned enough to assume that they would ever be done with war. Not after listening to so many other stories, on top of a lifetime's worth of her own.

"...and until then, no licorice for me."

[solo_patria]

"When the peace sustains itself for such a time." Enjolras nodded. "If even a generation is able to pass through the world unaffected by it, that should help. Someday, perhaps more time than that."

He does still believe a peace is possible, outside of heaven, but he can respect where others find it hard to now.

"Until then." He smiled, raising his sword a little, to catch the light as he did so. . "There IS always peppermint."

[unetrustworthy]

She grinned up at him, even letting out the faintest of giggles.

"I do like peppermint."

[solo_patria]

It's infectious, seeing her giggle like that, and again, Enjolras is reminded, not of Eponine, but of the feeling that he had around her, that protective instinct combined with happiness at seeing HER happy, and wanting to make it happen. It's a nice feeling, like having almost-family here.

"I like mine best in cocoa." He confides.

[unetrustworthy]

"...peppermint in cocoa?"

She had a curious look on her face at the thought. Clearly betraying the fact that she not only had never tried such a mixture before, but had never even heard of it. (In truth, the only things Midii had ever heard of putting cocoa in cocoa. Maybe a touch of whipped cream, or--on special occasions--a marshmallow)

[solo_patria]

"They've done in the cafes here. Also with coffee, which is good, but..." Enjolras shrugs. "The peppermint in chocolate really IS quite amazing." He'd have not really thought about it, or much about drinking chocolate, even though it'd been around in Paris, until he'd been here long enough to get curious.

[unetrustworthy]

"Wouldn't the peppermint overpower the chocolate taste, though?"

She'd had both separately, and from what she could remember, peppermint had been very strong.

[solo_patria]

"It depends on who is making the drink, really, and careful measurement." Enjolras smiles, making a little face in memory. "I've had a few deeply overpowering ones when Haru, the youngest son of my kedan family...eh, the family who owns my favorite cafe in Wood, who took me in during that ritual a few years ago, got started making drinks. But he improved, oh QUITE a lot. And came up with some good tea ideas as well. It takes a steady hand more than anything else, to prevent it. I'm told it takes a lot of practice, to make certain something tastes good while being inventive and unusual. It certainly looks it."

[unetrustworthy]

My kedan family.

He said it so easily.

Not that Midii had any problems with the family she stayed with. They were all very nice. Sweet. Their children were too young to be modifying cocoa recipes as of yet, but the oldest was getting up there--what was he now, 7? 8?

"I would like to try it sometime." If for no other reason than curiosity's sake. "Since it seems to come so highly recommended."

[solo_patria]

It was so easy to still think of them in that way, and the fact they'd become friends again, after things had started to warm between kedan and foreigners, had helped in the process. Those heady, easy days before the war were so important to Enjolras, back then, in the days his friends had all been vanishing. He'd made new connections, he supposed.

And he missed how easy, how nice, it all had been. It couldn't go back to the same, ever, but maybe it was coming back a bit.

"I can take you, if you'd like. It's been a while since we've really properly caught up."

[unetrustworthy]

She smiled warmly, and gave a nod in agreement.

"I think I'd like that very much."

[solo_patria]

"Excellent." He couldn't help grinning. "You always do make me think when we're able to speak together freely."

[unetrustworthy]

Whether or not he realized, that was one of the highest compliment anyone, of any age or gender, could offer her.

"I suppose someone has to."

(She was joking; he always struck her as a thinker. A very verbal, long-winded thinking, but she would never once have denied the fact that he was a person who's mind always seemed to be running in some fashion.)

[solo_patria]

"That they do." Enjolras smiled, reminded, in a way, of Combeferre.

In a vastly different world, the girl could have been the doctor's daughter, he thought. She had the same wisdom that Combeferre had always shared, the same way of looking at the world and seeing everything within it.

It was rare for someone to have that ability, especially someone so young as Midii, Enjolras thought, and yes, he'd always been a thinker and quite long winded at that,but still, he appreciated the way that her perspective allowed him to see MORE of the world, to understand its greater picture.

"I appreciate it very much, the thinking, and the talking." he said now, instead. "You show me things I'd not thought of, or help me to discover more to investigate on my own. It's rare to have a friend that one can share those quiet moments with. I'm grateful to have you."

[unetrustworthy]

For Midii, it was quite the opposite.

Enjorlas was always so FOCUSED on his subjects. So passionate. Not to mention, familiar. With everything that had been taken away from her over the years, any lingering semblance of familiarity, she found herself clinging to. It was a comfort amongst the constant unknowns.

"And I, you." She nodded her agreement. Then, in a rare sentimental moment: "I often wondered...if I had an older brother growing up...if he would have been anything like you."

They had both grown up in times of war, after all. It wasn't unthinkable to assume a sibling who might remember a time before the assassination of Heero Yuy would have had Enjorlas' passion for speaking his mind.

[solo_patria]

He did try to have that focus, yes. It had been something that had, perhaps, hurt in the earlier days, when his focus had been narrow, relegated mostly to friends and immediate concerns here. These days, Enjolras had been trying a bit more to work things out in the larger world. He was not sure how well he did, though.

The familiarity of those he cared about? That WAS special, though. He smiled at Midii's statement there,looking thoughtful.

"I think I should have been proud to have a sister like you. I am not sure how well I might have done in such a world as the one that you survived, but, perhaps together, it could have been done. I would hope any theoretical older brother for you would do much the same."

He would have liked to have seen a world in need of change, after all. Enjolras had forever looked for something to speak up for, or against, in a world that had shifted at his earliest age, from Napoleon to the King, to constitutional monarchy that was ruled by the rich and none of those had fit France right. He was used to changes, and to seeking ways to improve the world around him. Perhaps it would have worked out after all.

[unetrustworthy]

"I think you would have done better than you give yourself credit for."

He would have had to, if he were a member of her family.