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

[solo_patria]

Enjolras does welcome the fact that it's more of an equal chance to do it here. "I'll do that." He agrees, going for a slice of his own that looks interesting and smells citrusy. He does like lemon things, after all.

He's taking an experimental bite now, then swallowing, nodding. "That IS rather good."

[unetrustworthy]

"I told you."

See, look at all the things you've been missing out on.

"The only thing I don't like is the fact that they mix all the flavors together," she added after another bite. "They want each piece to be a surprise. But I'm not big on surprises."

[solo_patria]

Sometimes stepping down from the soapbox is a remarkably healthy and enjoyable thing that way, isn't it?

"I appreciate the novelty, I suppose." He muses. "Or the thought of it, but. I agree. I would rather things be determined ahead of time, that one would be able to know. They DO do an excellent job, though."

[unetrustworthy]

"But what if there was a flavor you really hated, and you didn't know it was too late?"

Then you would be stuck with that awful, awful taste in your mouth. All for the sake of novelty.

[solo_patria]

"Right." Enjolras agrees. "I can't think...licorice comes to mind as a taste I'd not exactly want to be left with. " He doubts it would mix in with the other flavors well anyway, but still. "Some sort of way to tell what you're biting into, maybe a flag or something would be nice. I don't like being unawares of much. And nor, I think, do you."

[unetrustworthy]

Her nose scrunched up at the thought.

"Is that the candy that tastes like medicine?"

[solo_patria]

"It is, yes." He makes his own disgusted, nose wrinkled, puckered lips sort of face. "It started as a medicine I think. Tea for coughing or...something. And I guess people liked it. I don't see where, myself."

[unetrustworthy]

"Why would anybody ever like the taste of medicine? It was always so...bitter."

One of the few arguments she and Michel ever got into was when he was sick with fever, and she had to give him a spoonful of the most disgusting liquid known to mankind. He hated it so much. Gagged every time he took it. If it didn't work wonders on most common childhood illnesses--not to mention, cost far too much to let go to waste--she would have happily let him pour it down the drain.

[solo_patria]

"I ponder that myself." Enjolras shakes his head. "Two of my close friends were doctors in training and had courses in making the stuff too. I swear that everything they came up with was purposefully vile. Some sort of attempt to keep you from becoming sick and dealing with it, maybe? As a sweet..." His nose wrinkles in disgust.

"It would only bring back the memories, I think."

[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."