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

[wolfstrike]

"It's pretty obvious," Yuri points out, still dancing with her despite the bit of drama.

He then shrugged. "She looked like she needed some help. Is making an entrance really that big of a deal? You looked like you were having fun with all those other guys anyway, especially the one in red."

Yes he had been paying attention too.

[phoenixstrut]

Another sigh, this one a bit frustrated. She's run out of steam. He's backed her into a corner of truth, and she's not going to be able to fight it.

"It is to some people," she mumbled, shaking her head and shaking it off. "Forget about it. I'm glad you got her into the party, in any case."

Forcing the rest of the mild irritation down, she spun away, then back to him, this time with a forced little grin. "They were all very nice," she informed him. "And I did have fun. Don Juan was very... attentive."

Now the grin is slightly more relaxed as she fights a little giggle. That poor kid hadn't known how to handle her, despite her being on her best behavior. "I even sang for him."

[wolfstrike]

Yuri has the sneaking suspicion that she's still mad at him despite her attempts to dismiss it. But Yuri doesn't know what else to say, so he lets it go. So he just listens as they continued to dance.

"You can sing?" he asks with a blink. She's never sung for him before.

[phoenixstrut]

She's trying. She really is.

"Of course I can sing," she told him, a little dumbfounded, but turning a little pink all the same. She wasn't usually one to sing around people, unless they were her children charges or someone under her care, but she had gotten a little caught up in the moment with Don Juan..

"Most guardian angels-- most angels can sing. It's sort of a stereotype that's...well, true."