EVENT: A VERY NICE BALL.

[cuddlemods]

EVENT: A VERY NICE BALL.

Blink, and a week goes by; close your eyes, and the evening of the fifteenth comes to life, the cool glow of moonlight illuminating the quiet streets of the city. For once, it seems like the entire city's come to a standstill — many of the local businesses have closed early today, with signs advising they'll reopen first thing in the morning, and even the dependable, cheerful squawks of the street vendors have hushed for the time being. Hurried as this year's event may seem, the annual celebration is a city tradition that's not to be missed; bakers and booksellers alike know this all too well, and any lingering souls in their shops will be gently but firmly shooed to the exits by late afternoon. They've got to get all dolled up too, after all, and such finery takes time. Whether the Social Committee's video enticed you or you've been dragged by the metaphorical scuff tonight, the Samhain Ball hopes to offer you an evening of seasonally appropriate escapism. There's something for everyone tonight, from the comforting swells of smooth jazz and upbeat swing pouring out from the stage where a live band plays, to the mouth-watering smells and tastes of a gourmet plated meal served early in the evening, to even the simple beauty of the decorated ballroom itself. The first hour or so of the evening allows for guests to enter at their leisure through double doors at the north end of the ballroom, where all are greeted by the smiling faces of Flora and Cornelius in their matching cream pantsuits. Should you choose this main entrance, you and your companion — or companions, if you've brought more than one — will be announced in grand style, befitting the occasion. (Savvy — or sneaky — attendees may note the auxiliary entrance on the west side of the ballroom. Follow the garden path, and be mindful of the sprinklers. They do have a tendency to go off at the wrong moments.) Take a look around, and soak in the sights. The ornately carved ceiling of the ballroom has been obscured for the evening with tasteful black draping dotted with the gentle glow of strung lights. It lends a twilight quality to the evening, enhanced by the soft flicker of tea lights placed at the center of each table on the east side of the ballroom and the sconces hung on the wall throughout. Each table, too, features a soft cream tablecloth and a bounty of autumnal florals, perfectly arranged to match the golden chairs surrounding. There's plenty of seating for all, and no assignments — feel free to claim a table for you and yours, and free your hands of anything you may not wish to carry. The slow fade of music from the stage signals attention to a single woman illuminated by spotlight, whose silhouette should look familiar to anyone who's spent time in the city. With a small, tired smile, Mayor Drake welcomes you and yours to the city's annual Samhain Celebration Ball; her speech is short, but touches on the importance of the holiday, from the appreciation of the harvest to the welcoming of the new year, and reminds both natives and visitors alike to take time in the coming months to cherish their blessings — including this most immediate one, the promised Samhain feast. Once you've settled around a table, the ballroom welcomes you to chat with strangers and friends alike, encouraging conversation with soft instrumental music and the quiet, pleasant generosity of passing waiters carrying flutes of happily bubbling champagne. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone, after all. Dinner is an affair in itself, plated and served by hushed but skilled waiters whose capable hands whisk courses in and out with no more than a smile. No matter your dietary preferences or needs, there's an appetizer, entree, and everything in between available for you — simply raise a hand, and a member of the waitstaff will be at your side to assist in taking your order when you're ready. Linger as long as you like at the table; there's no rush to leave, but when you're ready, let the swells of the music from the stage entice you to the west side of the ballroom, where a dance floor's lit by the warm glow of so many twinkling lights overhead. The music itself goes on through the wee hours of the evening, so there's plenty of opportunities to fill your dance card with any number of partners. The songs themselves vary from gentle waltzes perfect for cheek-to-cheek swaying to faster rhythms suited for swing dancing's signature dips and twirls, and requests are always welcome if you've something particular in mind. There's even a microphone tucked to the side, just in case you feel the urge to croon with accompaniment to someone special as the night goes on. Of course, if you don't feel like dancing, or just need to rest your feet, there's plenty of entertainment tucked in the hall. In a small room just off the ballroom, you might find a collection of old-fashioned photobooth machines, ordered on accident and set here where they won't clash with the rest of the decor. They're operational, of course, and free of charge; feel free to take a few silly photos, but be sure to wait for them to print. There's the gardens, too, equally decorated with twinkling lights, though the effect is muted by the moonlight that trickles through the canopy overhead; the adjoining hedge maze and walking paths have often been a perfect site for quiet walks and romantic interludes in years past. While a perfect world might allow such a charmed evening to last forever, unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and as the late hour of the evening gives way to the promise of dawn, a familiar tune is played to signal the end of the event. As the lyrics go, you don't have to go home... but you can't stay here. Time to make your way to the exit, and see where else the night takes you. Whew, talk about words. Should you need a recap: be pretty, because this is a fancy event. Bring a friend or come stag, whatever you choose; eat, drink, dance (or don't) and be merry, for this is an event without any dramatic accidental consequences. Well, except the sprinklers... and maybe your own excessive consumption of champange, but that's up to you! And, though we say it every time, please don't forget that your mod team is here for you with answers to any questions you might have, whether related specifically to this event or the game in general. If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. If you have general questions, or prefer a more private venue, our GENERAL INBOX (and SCREENED INBOX) is always available for you. Enjoy your evening, cuddlers, but if you would, please — save the last dance for us?

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[cuddlemods]

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derek hale • ota

[duelo]

arriving (ota)

Even though he's asked Glinda to the Ball and she's agreed to go with him, she's told him that she's going to be helping decorate and they've decided that he'll meet her there. It hadn't actually occurred to him that he might have trouble finding her in the crowd right away once he arrived, though. She's definitely here, because he's got her scent in his nostrils already, but there are a lot more people here than he'd initially assumed there would be. It's pretty clear to him as he makes his way in, looking around at the decorations, that he's underestimated the popularity and importance of this holiday here.

Derek sort of wanders around for a short while, half looking for his date and half just checking out the surroundings and trying to remain approachable because it's been a long time since he's bothered to come to any event of this sort — the last black tie type of event he'd attended was a cousin's wedding when he'd been twelve. He'd skipped his proms in high school because they'd come just after the fire. He hadn't felt any draw to go to them; his life had changed too much for the worse back then. Now, though, he's looking forward to seeing people he knows — from work at CriminALES or just from having seen them around at the gym or on the network. He's been keeping largely to himself and settling into a life where it's safe to be himself and he can just live a normal life again. It's taking some getting used to and Derek's pretty sure it's going to take a lot longer than he'd like to become the social butterfly he'd been once upon a time, again. He'll get there, but the fact that he's at this celebration, he thinks, is a pretty good step in the right direction.

After a while, he'll make his way to the first table he sees with more than one available seat. Eventually, he'll find Glinda, and once he does, at least he'll have secured them a pair of seats before dinner kicks off. "Is it okay if a friend and I sit here?" he'll make sure to ask before actually taking the seats.

dance floor & gardens (ota)

While the band is very talented and Derek's the first to admit it, the music they're playing isn't really his style. Unless asked by someone, he isn't likely to get to the dance floor proactively — Glinda may be the sole exception, because he imagines he really ought to since he's the one who invited her to come with him to this thing. It'd be kind of awful of him to make her ask him to dance in that case; she could've gone with anyone, after all. But, if a woman is to ask him for a dance, he isn't likely to turn her down.

When he's not, however, dancing or eating, he'll have wandered out to the gardens. It's a beautiful night, after all, and it'd be a shame to waste it indoors the entire night. Largely, he can be seen appreciating the scenery and the moonlight muting the artificial lighting, but now and again, he'll nod a greeting or say a polite hello to a passerby and maybe strike up a conversation.

closed to glinda

There hasn't been a romantic moment between them since the semi-unintentional one at the bonfire before, but Derek's been looking forward to spending more time with Glinda. It's weird that they even get along, he thinks, because he's typically known for being more quiet and reserved, keeping to himself because he's used to people back home (besides McCall's pack) preferring it that way, meanwhile Glinda is such a bubbly an bright presence. They're practically opposites and it certainly doesn't help that he's familiar with the Wizard of Oz film.

He still hasn't mentioned that. Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe she'd think he was crazy like Scott did. It's one thing for Scott to have an averse reaction to Derek admitting to something that seems unlikely — in Scott's case, time differences — but it might be a lot harder to experience Glinda having the same reaction. He's sort of taken a shine to her.

With a small smile, Derek leans closer to her to be heard over the music. "In case I haven't mentioned it, you look beautiful tonight," he tells her. When he pulls back, the smile on his face is genuine and he isn't necessarily trying to flirt so much as he thinks that when a woman looks beautiful, someone ought to make sure that she knows it by coming out and telling her. He might not be the first or last one to say so tonight, but just in case, it's better to say it than not, he thinks.

"Do you want to go check out that hedge maze? I could use some fresh air," he suggests, lifting his eyebrows in question.

wildcard (ota)

(( or hit him up with your own starter! feel free to shout at me on mistojen or discord: mistojen #8486 for plots. ))

dance floor

[smoak]

She'd seen glimpses of him throughout the night.

Sometimes she'd watch for a bit, lips curling into an smile without her even knowing as he laughs at someone's joke or does something nice for his date.

Other times she'd look away as fast as she could, afraid that he'd look towards her and they'd make eye contact and she'd have to ... have to ...

It's been a month after all, since their talk in the cafe and since Derek told her that he was a werewolf. Even if there hadn't been a communication blackout, they hadn't seen more than glimpses of each other since and well, it's obvious to Felicity why she's so nervous to talk to him again. By not talking to him, she'd sent a message that she hadn't meant to send, and well, tonight is the night she's going to make clear that she isn't trying to avoid him on purpose.

Or so she tells herself. Felicity knows she isn't always the best at making things clear. But what better way to tell a man that, then by asking him to dance?

Right?

With her arms resting in front of her and her fingers interlocked together, Felicity makes her way towards him — one step at a time — before she begins reaching out to tap him on the shoulder. She pauses though, when she's just an inch away from making contact, and instead closes her fingers into her hand and bites her lip. Maybe something less touchy would be better. She doesn't want to be startling.

"Hey," she says instead, in as friendly a way as possible, trying to get his attention with her voice this time — just as the last few sassy lines of Womanizer fill the ballroom and the band begins to change. Her hair is down, her eyes are hopeful, and there's a genuine sense of I've-missed-you in her smile.

felicity smoak * ota

[smoak]

arriving stag

Felicity is dressed in red, her blonde hair finally let down enough for people to see her soft curls. She feels more nervous than she should, given that she normally enjoys herself a lot (too much?) at social events, but for the past month, she's barely left her apartment for anything other than food or coffee, and it was starting to wear on her psyche.

Computers are fantastic Felicity, she'd said to herself when she first got that call from the social committee, but you need to interact with people again.

To be fair, she has been busy trying to figure out a way to make some new apps using the technology here, but that's conversation for another time. She's missed people and there are so many new faces that she doesn't even care whether she's mingling with party guests or the wait staff.

spills & other mishaps

A some point, red wine spills over the rim of the glass, staining everything in its path before it hits the floor. Or maybe, a stray vegetable jumps out from beneath Felicity's knife and fork, landing on the table or on a guest. Or even worse yet, mid-dance, someone falls and needs saving.

No matter what happens though, Felicity's reaction is always lightning-fast:

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Eyes wide, she'll jump to your aid, because it's clearly all her fault. "That was ... not supposed to happen. Are you alright?"

singing in the gardens

People at parties aren't kidding when they say they need to get some air. No matter how big the venue, once there are enough people, lights, and dancing, it gets hot and a little stuffy. Halfway through the evening, Felicity finds herself out in the gardens, a glass of something in hand, sitting on a bench to rest her feet as she hums along to the music that pours out from the main hall. At some point, the light humming turns to whispered singing.

"Hit the road Jack, and don't chu come back no more no more no more no more..."

dancing

While she has no qualms asking strangers to dance, there's a lot of dances that she doesn't know but would love to learn — especially the songs that are jumping to the rhythm of swing. Everyone seems to energetic and while she'll definitely give it a go (her eyes are practically sparkling at the sight), she's going to need some prodding to actually make it out onto the floor.

For the easier dances though that don't require more than just swaying or moving however you'd like, if Felicity sees someone on their own, looking to dance but without a partner, she'll definitely come over to introduce herself and ask if he or she would like to dance.

[advena]

( the problem with being a superhero — well, to be more fair, a problem with being a superhero is that you're not so good at letting other people do the saving. so when felicity's body lunges forward in an awkward attempt to shield kara's outfit of choice from the dangerous flow of red wine, it should come as no surprise that kara's also in motion at the same time.

which, unfortunately, means that they both wind up jumping into the same space, felicity's all-too-human skull getting the brunt of kara's kryptonian bone structure. whoops?

at least kara is equally apologetic in return, a pained grimace taking the place of a previously beatific smile as she fusses over the other girl. ) Oh, no, Felicity — I'm sorry!

( peas of a pod, clearly. )

Do you need anything? Ice? Water? Aspirin? ( for kara to be quiet? ) More wine?

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire tells herself she's here only because she was asked to come by Killian, but she certainly is dressed for the occasion in a strapless black dress. Not her usual style, but she's trying to be something different than Claire Randall or Claire Fraser for once. Just... Claire, maybe, whoever that might be in this city. She's not so successful in taming her curls, however. They sit about her shoulders and she spends a few moments trying to situate them before giving up entirely.

When her date isn't by her side, she lingers on the edge of the dance floor. Longingly, perhaps? She's not a lady of grace, but she does enjoy a dance now and then. If anyone comes near she'll give them a polite smile, but she doesn't yet have the courage to straight up ask a stranger here to dance. Not yet, anyway.

Later, she can be found outside on the walking paths, glass of champagne in her hand. If she looks a little sad, a little somber, then that's what she is. This is a difficult time of year for her.

Come across her at the right time and you might be witness to her slumping down on a bench and covering her face with one hand to will away any tears that threaten to come. It's a party, Claire, don't be a downer--though at least she had the courtesy to take it away from the main event.]

[myownwoman]

[ gaby had seen claire at the opening of the brewery shop... thingy, but she hadn't lingered long enough to meet the woman with the wild curls. this is more her speed, anything to do with dance, and so when she sees her again, gaby finally gets a move on and stops in front of the woman.

it's just that she looks so much like the woman jamie had pointed out as his wife in eudio. ]

Would you like to dance?

[ her smile is small, hopeful, expectant. some women will say no, but if gaby could get goodnight to dance with her once upon a time, she is sure she can get this lovely woman on to the dance floor as well ]

claire temple | ota

[nursetemple]

a. making an entrance (ota)

[ Sure, Claire's not really one to make a big fuss about herself most of the time - working most of the time while covered in bodily fluids of all sorts tends to keep a girl from really thinking about playing dress up most days. But this is a ball, and this is an occasion; she's not working, she has no reason to fear someone bleeding all over her dress, and she shouldn't have to run around in her heels.

If all goes according to plan, of course.

So for once, she got herself all made up, in a sparkly dress hiding a revealing back, and, well, she pretty much feels like a million dollars as she walks through the main entrance, her name ringing out as she walks past, chin high as she attempts to look as cool and collected as she can.

Now, she's stag, so feel free to come and have a chat, ask her to dance, or have a drink with her! ]

b. it's only dinner (ota)

[ Claire isn't really picky when it comes to sitting down at a table, and just gets herself situated where there is space; she is, actually, still new to town, and hasn't made the kind of connections where someone asked her to come as their date to the ball. Frees up her dance card, though, and she's never not been a friendly, open person. So as she sits, playing with an half-empty Champagne flute, don't be surprised if she turns to you, smiling: ]

So, are you also new here?

c. photobomb (ota)

[ Later - alone, or with you if you're so inclined - Claire sneaks out to the room where the photobooths are, slipping into one with a giggle. She might be a little tipsy, enjoying herself, and wanting to make some memories (and her apartment could do with some personality).

Find her in the photobooth, or just come along to snap some shots together! ]

d. gardens (ota)

[ The ballroom, when packed of people, dancing, drinking, laughing, gets a little stuffy. It's not that Claire doesn't like the beat of the party, and how it feels like the whole room has come alive, but after a while, she feels the need for some fresh air. She slips out to the gardens, wandering off of the walking paths a little and taking her shoes off, letting them dangle from one hand as the other holds her dress up to keep it from getting dirty.

The grass is cold underfoot, and the lights strung around, along with the moonlight, are so romantic that Claire can't help but stop for a moment and tilt her head up to the sky, sighing contently; even alone in a place where not being alone is preferred, she still feels like she's not out of place, or helping the wrong people. She's where she's supposed to be.

And if you'd like to talk to her, now might be a perfect time. ]

gardens

[quinientos]

[As soon as he's outside, he catches the glimpse of her from behind. Having left Buffy, he heads out for some air (he says air, he means a cigarette), and when he's smoking, he sees the line of a bare back, making him once again think that people have too loose habits when it comes to their clothes here, but Vasquez is profiting from this with a long leer at her back, a muffled laugh swallowed up by his smoking.

He heads after to follow, mainly because there's the slightest of chills for him, so he can't imagine for her. Tugging off his jacket, he lets it dangle from the fingers of his free hand, whistling at her once he takes the cigarette from his lips. Dressed this time, which is a far improvement, he can't help his smirk.]

Now who's taking their clothes off in public?

[It's not the same, of course, a bare back is nothing like how nude he was, but still, he offers out his suit jacket to her.]

Just in case you're cold.

isabelle lightwood.

[distractly]

ARRIVING — open to baby.

( it's only fitting of a lightwood to enter those grands doors adorned in black, form-fitting dress accentuating her generously, raven locks pulled back into a sleek pony, and the company to which her arm is adoringly raveled within matches her seamlessly. this was normally the type of thing isabelle might fly solo to, all too accustomed to breaking traditions at ceremonies and events back in brooklyn. she wasn't a woman who believed she needed a man at her side in order to manage an institute, look over people, and yet there's a foreign sort of bliss that comes with having gotten comfortable of the idea of him, baby, with the heat of one large palm at the small of her back. lips pressed to her temple.

eyes scour over the well-dressed tables, a dance floor let off to it's side already holding a few pairs of limbs that'd tugged their others up to join them, laced digits and huddled in close to the slow jazz notes passing through the room. a small hum passing cardinal lips, tugging him in just that littlest bit closer to her as they wander slowly further, tempted between luring him to that floor and perhaps finding a light drink for the two of them to toast. she catches a glimpse of the gardens at the far exit, making a not to perhaps slip off on their own at some point of the evening.

for now, she'll revel in the luxury of it all, the golden and twinkling accents that cover the room and request her attention, though none more than the boy in which she holds. )

DURING — open to all.

( while a hearty portion of her night may be denoted as occupied, you'll still be able to catch her with some glass of bubbly pinched between her fingers, perhaps scoring the grounds of the garden, careful not to enter that hedge maze lest she have the company to rely on getting her out. despite how she enjoys such upper tier events such as this, there's something to appreciate in stepping outside beneath a glowing, open-mouthed moon, with company or simply reveling in the quiet—hum of the party left in the background.

walk the string-lit paths with her, or if you manage to catch her indoors, feel free to sweep her up for a willing dance. ( she's well equipped with enough rhythm to guide you even if you've arrived with two left feet, she promises ) — to which she'll gracefully accept. sooner or later she'll have to find those from back home to tug into the photobooth. prepare to be peppered with a kiss to the cheek if so. )

fight me

[perro]

( rene would have to be blind to not notice izzy throughout the night, that's for damn sure.

the first time is when her name's announced alongside another — okay, it's a dude, he realizes as they cross the threshold together — and he can't help but crane his neck a little to see, catch a glimpse of sleek black, of cutouts that accentuate her figure, of curving black symbols that adorn tanned skin. later, it's a peek of laughter through the crowd on the dance floor, smile bright, lips red.

by the time rene manages to catch izzy's wrist in his hand as she's ready to flit off somewhere else — it's a reflex, sorry — it feels as though most of the night has come and gone; the crowd indoors has thinned slightly, people spilling outdoors for some air to cool off those flushed cheeks from sipping on too much champagne. he lets go abruptly, looks a little bit like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, finds it in himself to smile a little through the vague sense of embarrassment over his hasty jump to action, a rarity for the guy who runs on impulse more than anything. )

You got time for another dance?

kimberly hart • ota!

[recoined]

↪ a little bit louder now.

( a party is a party, and a ball is no exception — while kimberly comes to this one dressed up a little more formally than her everyday uniform of yoga pants, daisy dukes, and tank tops might suggest her capable of, she's still the same social butterfly as before. glasses of champagne and upbeat music certainly don't hurt, either.

she's all too happy to claim a dining table for herself and her friends, with plenty of seats to go around for any that might want to sit come meal time, but she doesn't linger at the table any longer than she has to. no, the dance floor is a near-constant attraction, the peppy trill of brass and beats a perfect companion to the happy spins and dips of swing. she's glad for the lessons now, cheeks flushed from exertion, and pleased with her choice of dresses as the skirt hem fans out with each giddy twirl. wallflower friends need not fret about finding the right partner, either — as the dance brings her near the edges of the floor, kimberly's all too eager to gesture a shy friend in. )

Come on, dance with me!

( ... or, instead, to pause her own movements long enough to drag them in, if necessary. it's a party, after all, and what good is a party without someone to share it with? )

↪ a little bit softer now.

( eventually, though, the efforts of the evening require a little downtime, and so she'll take to exploring the rest of the venue. the photobooths are especially appealing, a perfect place to strong-arm a friend into for some unplanned vogue-ing, and the gardens too with their prettily twinkling lights are well worth exploring.

when the late hours of the evening come around, it's the garden patio that kimberly lingers in, heels kicked off and resting underneath her as she perches on a stone wall, moonlight trailing over her bare shoulders. it's quiet out here, just the soft echo of the music slipping under the closed french doors, and cool enough that the flush of her cheeks has the opportunity to finally fade.

should anyone happen to wander out while she's resting, she won't scatter — instead, she'll offer a tired smile, maybe even a wave of her hand. )

It's nice out here, isn't it?

softer

[amarillos]

[the evening begins to wind down, and for trini, that means that her shoes — little torture devices with modest heels — are off, casually held in her right hand by little more than a crooked index finger. she leisurely makes her way out of the ballroom where the sound of music still manages to seep through the doors and out into to cool night air of the gardens beyond.

she's never been one for spectacles, but after volunteering to help put the event together, even trini couldn't resist the urge to see all her hard work come to fruition. of course, wanting to see the event doesn't make being around so many people who want to know all sorts of things about her any less stressful. and after one too many well-meaning party goer introductions, trini's about had her fill.

she takes a deep breath and practically smells the cold air that should be coming in the next few months. the thought brings a smile to her face as she meanders the grounds in search of a quiet place to sit. off in the distance she sees a lone figure, dressed in black. who looks like she had the same idea as trini.

perhaps it's the moonlight reflecting in the other girl's hair, or the result of one too many glasses of bubbly champagne, but regardless of the reasons, she's curious enough about the other person to head toward her rather than away.

that's what this place is about, right? she reminds herself. finding people. connecting with others. possibly in more ways than one.

trini hasn't gotten a good look at the girl just yet, but she definitely hears the comment, nods along at first before finding herself responding rather shyly.]

Yeah. It's peaceful. I just needed a moment away from everything.

gaby teller ▸ open

[myownwoman]

▸ 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝

[ gaby abstains from letting them announce her, gathering her dress in her hands and hurrying past them with the briefest hello. by the time they manage their announcement of gabriella teller, she's already winding through people to get as far from the doors as possible and flora and cornelius are left looking like they announced an invisible girl. maybe she will write them an apology note later, but she didn't relish sneaking in the side door and getting her white dress drenched by the sprinklers. it shows enough skin. ]

Sorry. [ she offers a smile as she almost barrels into someone, twisting gracefully around them to snag a glass of champagne from a passing waiter with a sweet smile. she tosses it back immediately, setting the empty glass on the next waiter's tray.

liquid courage is necessary for parties. ]

▸ 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘

[ it is not necessary, however, for dancing because gaby loves to dance. she will be the woman enticing reluctant looking observers onto the dance floor, man or woman, giving them impromptu lessons on dancing to music she actually recognizes. she once made a sullen russian bear dance with her, she can make anyone dance with her. ]

Don't be shy, [ she entices, hand outstretched, something tempting on her expression. ] Dance with me.

▸ 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟

[ later, when she needs a break, gaby can be found sitting in the garden with a glass of something, squinting up at the glimpses of starlight through the trees. she'd thought about attempting the hedge maze but decided not to, instead, drinking alone perched on a stone wall in the cool autumn night.

it's not a bad way to end the party honestly. ]

arrival

[dedikated]

( There's no one in the city (or even back home) with quite the level of persuasion required to get Kate to wear a dress of any kind - they're just so... fidgety. With all the fabric pooling to the ground, looking like a never-ending piece of frustration anytime anyone wants to move-

Nah. She's good with black trousers, form-fitting and flexible enough that she can still walk like a normal person with her hands free, and a white blazer jacket buttoned shut. It's more restrictive than her usual fare, but comfortable enough that she's not fiddling with the clothes constantly. )

Whoa-

( She sidesteps as Gaby comes barreling down, squeezing up against the wall and following the other woman with eyes hidden behind thick rimmed and unnecessary glasses, brow cocked in mild amusement. )

Thirsty?

thea queen ➙ open

[withasouvenir]

➙ ｓｎｅａｋｉｎｇ ｉｎ

[ whatever kara had planned, thea diverted. her brother and his girlfriend could be announced together, but thea decides to go in through the side entrance, darting past the sprinklers like a speedster. it still catches her skirt and legs before she leaps into the safety of the door frame, but considering she's pretty much in head to toe leather, it rolls right off like a well oiled duck. she does duck into the bathroom to wipe off her legs, but then she's back!

she's been looking forward to dinner since she got the invitation and she's antsy waiting for it to start, trying to find some wine instead of champagne. ]

➙ ｓｎｅａｋｉｎｇ ａｒｏｕｎｄ

[ once dinner is over and thea is sufficiently stuffed, she wanders around before attempting dancing. she didn't take any lessons and even though she's watched a lot of old movies, she needs time to hype herself up for that. she finds herself in the photobooth room and decides to take a run on all of them, abandoning the photos so someone else can find a handful of picture of thea making kissy faces left in the tray. she makes a run for the maze, offering smiles and friendly hellos to anyone she encounters in the maze.

it's not exactly fun on her own, but she's stubborn. she'll make it fun.

eventually, she will head back inside to give this dancing thing a shot, at least dancing with kara once because she'd promised to do so and thea is a good baby sister, looking out for her brother's girlfriend's happiness. ]

➙ ｓｎｅａｋｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ

[ that doesn't mean she doesn't cut out early to avoid having to tell her brother if she has plans later, which finds her edging through the partygoers toward the door. ]

Excuse me, sorry. [ fashionably later and leaving early. always leave them wanting more. ]

[advena]

( plans? what plans? okay, so maybe there were a few suggestions casually discussed over dinner. well, alright, so maybe there were some tentative ideas that kara had maybe gone over in way too much detail over appetizers at a way too posh restaurant just so thea couldn't excuse herself immediately in the middle of them and run away screaming.

oh, fine, so maybe there had been a few of those so-called plans... but kara wasn't upset, really; oliver's nonplussed reaction at finding thea missing had told her it was hardly a safety concern, and it was hard to be anything but exuberant when faced with so many twinkling lights and a beautifully decorated ballroom.

no, she's not mad. by the time kara finds thea, she's all too happy to envelop the other girl in a warm hug, hands sliding down as they part in order to tug the other girl's wrists — and therefore her body as a whole — towards the dinner table, where she's left oliver to patiently (or perhaps impatiently) wait for food to arrive. )

You're sitting with me.

( there's no room for argument in that tone, even if it is a happy one. no sneaking away again, miss queen! )

buffy summers | ota

[gr8muppetyodin]

arrival

Buffy had done the unthinkable and managed to ask Vasquez to the ball without making a total fool of herself. No, that had come before when she’d Dirty Danced her way against him at The Deviant after participating in a test at METAMalt. Never. Again. She was sworn off those mysterious liquids. Surely she’d tried it enough times now to cross it off her Try New Things list.

The last time she’d been in a setting like this it had been prom at Sunnydale High School and she’d been awarded the first Class Protector Award. That classic Sunnydale spirit of acknowledging the weird without quite acknowledging it leading to her getting a golden umbrella covered in tinsel. It had been sweet, and touching, and for a moment she missed Xander and Willow and the rest of the Scooby Gang.

And then she took another step, smiling brightly as she admired the decorations and looked down at her dress to check that nothing was tucked into places it shouldn’t be and she still looked like she knew what she was doing here.

dancing

While she probably should have learned her lesson about dancing in public, Buffy couldn’t bring herself to care after dinner and a glass of champagne. She’d even gone to a lesson or two just to make sure she remembered the slower dances and didn’t just shuffle her feet side to side (although there was nothing wrong with that). Slaying had also made her adept at handling any situation in heels, so when faster songs came on she was just as capable of moving to those without stumbling. This was her true talent.

photobooth

Buffy had found the photobooths with a big smile, unable to resist the urge. She was dolled up and feeling pretty good about herself right now, so why not honour the occasion? Of course if you’re standing close enough there’s a chance she’s going to grab you by the tie or dress and pull you in with her. Just embrace your inner dork.

wildcard

Find Buffy wherever you need to find her. Give me your own starter or hit me up on plurk (<user name=kindofabigdeal site=plurk.com) or pm to work something out. Will match brackets or prose.

dancing

[quinientos]

[The lessons that she had made him take hadn't been so awful, even if he'd scowled his way through most of them, especially when the instructor would pick and snap at his hips, like he could somehow fix everything he was doing so quickly. Vasquez just thought it lucky he'd left his guns at home and wasn't feeling like a fist-fight, but he has to admit, now, that maybe he managed to pick up at least one or two little tricks.

Smoothing a hand through his slicked hair (still aching for his missing hat), he adjusts his suit again, not feeling very comfortable despite the similarity in layers, before he heads to Buffy's side, holding a hand out very properly, just like he'd been taught.

Apparently, you can teach a rabid dog at least one trick.]

So, are you going to step on my feet during the first dance, B? Or will I have to wait until later for that pleasure.

thor odinson | ota

[mothersdrapes]

Arrival

While Thor had met new friends and old in the city, he arrived stag to the ball. The prince and god had left his armour back in his room, and chose to follow the dress code. The tie, however, had lasted all of five minutes before it was removed and placed on Mjolnir which hung from his belt. Surely it still counted as black tie even if it was his hammer that wore the tie.

Dinner

Thor’s enthusiasm for food was nowhere near equal to Volstagg’s, but he did enjoy a good meal. Maybe there weren’t waffles or pancakes, but he had to give his compliments to the city for always providing delicious meals. Of course the danger of sitting near Thor while he was eating or drinking was the constant risk that he might throw a plate, or smash a glass to show how much he enjoyed what he was having. He was trying to be on his best behaviour for the ball though, time around the Avengers calming him down just a little these days.

Gardens

As so always happened during revels on Asgard, the god eventually found himself wondering out in the gardens to take a breath away from all the excitement and cheering. Once upon a time it used to be because he was thinking of Jane, but those days were gone. Now it was because he couldn’t help but think of his father and his home despite Steve’s very good advice just to embrace the break that Cadelle offered.

Wildcard

Attempt to dance with him and Mjolnir. Drag him into the photobooth. Anything goes! Will match brackets or prose, I just wrote openers in prose. Hit me up on plurk (kindofabigdeal) or pm if you want to work anything out.

gardens

[dedikated]

( She escapes to the gardens while Will is... somewhere. Probably the bathroom, but who really knows. The ball has been more fun than she anticipated, but after a while she craves the air and night sky, wandering around the gardens with her head tilted back and white blazer jacket pulled tight around to try and fight the cold night air.

Of course, wandering around with one's head in the (figurative) clouds is a surefire way to accidentally bump into someone. )

-Shit.

( Uh, sorry? )

vasquez | ota

[quinientos]

smoke break

[It's not that tonight is stressful, but then, Vasquez isn't a smoker because he needs it. He's smoked for so many years that it's habit and maybe there's a smidge of oral fixation to it. He's been dancing and drinking, taking care to try and blend in with his suit and cleaned cheeks (though not too clean), but eventually he excuses himself for a little outside break.

Of course, no sooner than he gets the matches out to light up a cigarillo but trouble starts up. He should've taken notice that no one was out on this path, but he'd been too eager for the privacy to pay any mind. Seconds later, Vasquez pays for this privacy when a deep chugging sound in the ground begins and water begins to spray all around him, soaking him from head to toe, and worst of all, putting out his cigarette.

His shoes squeak, his hair is sopping, and there is a look on his face that says that whoever turned on this water is going to pay with their life. Right now, though, all he wants is to salvage his smoke break. Squeaking his way back to the doors (and into safe territory), he whistles to the nearest person to get their attention, signalling to his soaking cigarette.]

You got a spare and a light?

stain remover

[The dinner is more than Vasquez is used to, with too many rich foods settling heavy in his belly. Everything makes him somewhat sick, but not in a way that he intends to stop eating, only barely putting on the five pounds that he's been missing when really, it'll take another fifteen before he's got the meat back on his bones that he needs after three months on the run.

He's quick to serve himself rapidly from each passing plate when he knocks a glass of wine onto himself, causing a flurry of cursing as he looks down at how it stains his white suit-jacket. He should've known that something like this would happen to him. Excusing himself, he ducks dancers and other dinner-goers, grimacing when he ploughs right into someone.

Grimacing, he stares down at the stain and his new friend, having forcibly bumped into them.]

Did you get any on you? I don't think it's so quick to transfer. [With a glare downwards, he aims that evil eye on that seemingly growing stain]. But, you never know.

wildcard | ota

[Go crazy, don't do anything he wouldn't do, and hit me up at lovelyambition if you want to run anything by me!]

smoke break

[nineteenfortyfive]

... fortunately, for you. [She replies with the lift of a brow, stepping closer to open her purse while trying to not laugh at the poor man that's soaked from head to toe. Sprinklers? A bad date? Claire's not going to assume too much.

She fishes out a cigarette and pack of matches. Only one happens to be missing from the book. She's not much of a smoker, but she's decided to carry them around with her just in case others are. Seems to be working in her favor.

They're held out to him.]

Bad night?

Jax Jackson | OTA

[scrimshanding]

Making an Entrance

Helping Kendra was part of the reason Jax had decided to attend the ball. He had been on the fence about the entire thing, at first. Although, he certainly enjoyed cutting a swath with the team whenever a mission required they dress formerly - after all, he looked damn good in a suit, if he said so himself - those events turned out a little dull the moments before things got out of hand. Jax wasn't sure he wanted to handle an entire evening of small talk, bowties, and figuring which spoon was the right one.

That said, he had been curious to see how the city liked the results of his culinary efforts. (And, of course, he had been eager to try them out for himself) He also realized that if this event was popular as they'd made it seem, it was a good opportunity for him to get his socializing on. He'd been admittedly a little slow on that front; his focus primarily on other factors.

Jax fidgeted with parts of his attire as he took the steps to the building and entered it. Previously, he had been running errands. This lead him into rushing in an effort to avoid being too late. He was working on his watch when he realized that they were announcing people.

Really?

He paused abruptly, but had the decency to move slightly to the side, as he shot the entrance an incredulous look. However, he hadn't realized just how close the person behind him had been.

"Hey, sorry." He murmured in response to the person's sharp warning. Jax two stepped quickly and just narrowly avoided stepping on their feet.

Dinner Conversation

"Mind if I sit here?" Jax leaned in slightly. Close enough to be heard over the music and chatter yet far enough to be respectable. He gestured to the next seat over. It was one of two currently unoccupied seats. The other having a shawl tangling over it's back. Meaning it was either taken or someone had left it there while dancing. Or whatever.

It was almost dinner time. The waitstaff were already making their way through the tables and mingling crowds taking in people's orders.

Wildcard
[hit him with your best shot, fireaway. find me at backstreetsmallfry or PM me! ]

[advena]

( the shawl is probably thea's, abandoned as the other girl flitted from place to place during the night. she'll come back for it eventually, but the seat in question is absolutely free for the taking; kara is all too happy to beam up in jax's direction and encourage him to take a seat. )

Please! It's all yours, ( as is the sure-to-be delicious meal that's coming up, which she's more than excited about. ) I'm starving... hopefully we won't have to wait too long.

( the priorities of a girl with a super appetite. )

barry allen | open

[speedforcer]

[when they're announced, he's all grins, one arm hooked around caitlin's, and an amused look thrown past her shoulders to cisco on her other side. sure, he's been to a fancy party or two in his life. but this is somehow a step up from the queen mansion. different, but impressive in its own right.

he's gone the plain and boring route, though granted he's also sporting something that's gone a few steps beyond a five o'clock shadow by now. but with a theme in place and two "dates" there with him, he had to at least make the effort.

despite all that, despite being the one to bring it up in the first place, he doesn't really want to be at the ball. that much is likely obvious from the look on his face every time he's off on his own. coming with cisco and caitlin had seemed like the right choice at the time. the only way for him to go in the first place. without them, that hole by his side would be a lot harder to deal with. as it stands, it's already painful enough knowing that there's no way to fill that void. no way to even pretend that he doesn't miss them. but with no return ticket home in his future, he knows he just has to...make do.

thankfully, once dinner comes, he has all he needs to try and distract himself. his meals look a little different to most, stuffed full of calories that still only fill a portion of what he needs. that, combined with the off-hued champagne make it clear to him that the city has taken his specific needs in to account when making his meal for the evening.

dancing doesn't really happen. not because he's incapable of it, but rather because he isn't all too interested in it. to the friends who want a partner though, it doesn't take all that much to convince him to change his mind. but he's quick to reclaim his seat after the songs end. happy to duck out of the party entirely once the coast is clear enough. there's a garden to go wandering around. a maze to explore.

don't mind him.]

[atms]

[ leonard catches sight of barry when he first arrives. glances at him a few times over the course of dinner, maybe gives him a smirk across the ballroom should their eyes meet. he doesn't go over to say hi, though. at least, not until barry's making his way off the dance floor and a slower song starts up. then there's a warm hand that rests on the small of his back as len comes up behind and around him, raising an amused eyebrow. ]

What is this? [ he reaches up and rubs a thumb along the line of barry's jaw and the... fuzz that's currently growing there. ] Trying to get rid of the baby face?

rene ramirez . ota

[perro]

( guess who actually cleans up pretty nice, when he gives a shit? rene goddamn ramirez, that's who.

okay, well it's not so much that he gives a shit, but hey, it's something to do. besides, oliver was nice enough to give him a little fashion advice beforehand 'cause rene's never been one for these fancy kinds of things, and mr. formerly-rich formerly-tabloid-beloved former-playboy oliver queen's got enough experience for the both of them combined. "rene ramirez! is announced as he arrives and he feels more than a little weird about it, mainly cause it seems like everyone and their mama came with a damn date, but that's aight.

who needs a date when there's this ridiculous feast, completely gratis? anyone knows rene from back home knows about his (probably disgusting, in their opinion) ability to wolf down a triple stack from big belly burger — this meal's a piece of cake. figuratively, although he's kind of hoping that there is some actual cake later on. he doesn't know anyone at his dinner table, but, with his main course plate completely cleaned, he may or may not sneak a glance to his neighbor's as they set their fork down, ask with a skeptically raised eyebrow: ) You done with that already?

( so, about that dance floor. dateless, he's not about to start getting down with his bad self in the middle of all the couples doing swing dancing and waltzing all fancy and shit, but rene's pretty content to watch idly from the sidelines, sip a flute of champagne or two, scan the crowd for a familiar face or two. ask him to dance, won't you? or maybe just stand there and commiserate with him. god knows he never shuts up — and you might be surprised at the kind of rhythm this gun-toting vigilante's got going on.

or wildcard me, or plot with me at frickin / canary#4628. cool cool cool. )

[advena]

( dear rene ramirez: you didn't think you could spend hours in her apartment getting formal wear advice and shooting the everyday shit with the other occupant and somehow not be required to dance at least one time with kara, did you? because that was certainly not going to happen, not if she had anything to say about it.

especially not when the bright sounds of brass roll through the room. definitely not when the band just so happens to bring out a particularly cheerful-sounding tune, conveniently timed for when her default dance partner just so happens to be otherwise occupied with his one obligatory brother-sister moment. oh, no. this is an opportunity that will not be missed. )

Come on, Wild Dog, ( is the only verbal warning he gets before slim fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him off the sidelines and into the crowded dance floor. ) Don't be shy.

( has she had a few glasses of champagne by this point? maybe. were they tinged a little extra golden thanks to a particularly friendly looking bartender? maybe. don't judge her. she's just here to have a good time. )

clary fray ( open. )

[creatio]

( If there's ever an occassion to feel a little like a Disney princess then Clary Fray is going to take it. She's even dressed up without any prompting from her best friends. It's not the most elegant of outfits, she's a lot less polished than some of the guests, but she feels cute in it regardless. A little boho, a little bit creative. Just like her.

Avoiding the whole grand entrance - because hello, awkward - she slips in through the side door and takes a moment to look around, a smile on her face at the beauty of the ballroom spread before her. A passing waiter offers her champagne and Clary takes it, but after sipping at the bubbly liquid it's clear it's not exactly to her taste when she scrunches up her nose. Excuse her while she finds somewhere to abandon her glass.

Later, she'll be spiriting everyone she knows off to the dancefloor, either for something of a more serious dance - though the slow ones are reserved for her favourite blonde - or something terrible and quick, something filled with laughter. She might even ask strangers to dance if their looking a little lonely. The photobooths are just as haunted by the redhead, everyone she lures inside is prompted to make even sillier faces as each shot flashes. She'll split the strip with whoever she's currently with, and by the end of the night have a dozen of them tucked into her purse.

When the evening is winding down she's in the gardens. Sometimes she pauses to take a picture on her phone for artistic purposes later. That or she's found flowers to twine through her braids. If she has managed to end up in the maze you can guarantee she's bitterly complaining about her height as she wanders the dark and leafy corridors. People with height on their side are cheating. Come rescue her. Or laugh. Overall, she's just very happy to be here and is ready to make sure other people are too. )

( ooc: hit me up with anything you'd like. i'm at athosing. )

remember that time clary walked in on things she shouldn't? no? me either.

[recoined]

( the gardens, with their tall bushes and stone walls covered in sprawling ivy, are an excellent place to get some fresh air during a busy party. of course, the entire concept of "getting fresh air" generally requires an emphasis on the air itself, which usually implies one is relaxing in the outdoor space.

therefore, working up to a fever pitch under the relative privacy of a particularly thick spray of ivy, with one's hands slipped under the exposed hem of another's dress shirt and the straps of one's own dress slipped down over bare shoulders, is decidedly not the sort of thing generally implied when one says they're "stepping out for a bit of fresh air". but then again, kimberly's never really been the type to adhere to literal definitions.

which might help to explain why her particular hiding place isn't so much a hiding place at all, or even really hidden — and if her tendency to shirk dictionary definitions doesn't quite fill the gaps, the numerous glasses of champagne she's had throughout the night might do the trick.

she's a little past tipsy, and when the shock of red hair that can only belong to one miss clary fray makes its way into her bubble of quiet space, she's also suddenly alone, watching as her boyfriend skitters back inside under the presumption of "getting a glass of water".

yeah, okay, mister. you just don't want to be caught in the act. hello, clary. have a wave. )

glinda "the Good" + ota

[notthatgirl]

[ Glinda had been there early, helping with decorations as only a witch could. But as the hour approached for the ball to start, she ducked away back home to change into something more appropriate.

Being properly introduced upon arrival was important to her, and although she had told Derek she would meet him at the event since she was helping with decorations beforehand, she was perhaps a little upset not to be able to announced with him.

"Lady Glinda Upland, the Good Witch of the North."

[ She smiles to herself, having insisted on her full title being used since she wasn't arriving by bubble to make her presence known. She practically floats down the stairs and stops the first waiter she finds to retrieve a glass of bubbly.

Dinner is enjoyed with Derek, though it doesn't keep her from engaging the rest of the table in friendly chit-chat. This is her element, she thrives in settings such as this. ]

This meal is posilutely scrumptious! [ She remarks- or perhaps she turns to another friendly face at the table with a charming grin and sparkling eyes: ] How have you been spending your time while here???

[ While dancing is very important on her social schedule, Glinda may be found off to the side, nursing her champagne when she's not cutting the rug, so to speak, with Derek. That isn't to say she's against dancing the night away, and she certainly won't turn someone down should they ask her. ]

kendra saunders + ota

[wingedpriestess]

[ Kendra knew that by helping with the appetizer portion of the ball, she'd be more inclined to go. She wasn't necessarily happy to be somewhere that reminded her of so much that was going on back home, but it was best to push that to the back of her mind for the night and just try to enjoy herself.

Arriving stag was somewhat awkward, especially as it was insisted she be announced. Kendra was glad to be out of the spotlight as soon as she was down the stairs (though really, who was even paying attention to the announcements??) and grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing tray.

She offers a smile to whoever's nearest and laughs. ] Does anyone actually like that?

[ Dinner is a separate affair entirely and as soon as she's downed one of the glasses of champagne, she's finding a table and placing her hand on one of the chairs. ] Think I could join you?

[ Dancing wasn't going to happen unless she's asked, so instead she can be found in the gardens, enjoying the fresh air and the time away from the large crowd. She's tucked away, staring up at the stars. ]

robbie reyes ▸ota

[acuerdo]

[even former street racers from east los angeles have to clean up every once in awhile, he tells himself as he adjusts his tie for what feels like the twentieth time for the evening. it's one thing for robbie to trade in his well-worn leather jacket for a sportcoat, but he's never had reason to get this dressed up before. surprisingly enough, he doesn't completely hate it.

though he starts the evening hand in hand with his date — a certain armor wearing former cheerleader — there's plenty of opportunity to steal him away from the shared feast for an awkward dance or two as he tries his damnedest to actually pull off a waltz without stepping on his partners toes. one lesson does not an expert make, regrettably.

later on, he can be found in rare form making absurdly goofy faces and use of the rather ridiculous props — who needs a fake mustache when he's got a real one?— at the photobooth. drag him along to chat as the flashing lights threaten to blind one and all.]

i continue to be the #worst at unique ideas

[recoined]

( she tries not to monopolize the evening. really, she does. it's one thing to ride in the front seat of the charger, the black of her dress blending neatly with the leather seats, to linger arm-in-arm through the early hours, and to rest her head on his shoulder as dinner winds down to a close, but it's another altogether to stay stuck like glue to his side. no, kimberly is happy to cut him loose and let him enjoy himself, and to open both their dance cards up to friends, acquaintances, and strangers alike through the evening.

it gives her opportunity to seek out clary in the gardens, to share a dance or two with baby under the twinkling lights, and to toast with a certain avenger over bubbling glasses of champagne. a well-filled evening. but, when the leader of the band taps against the microphone and croons out a warning of one last dance, there's no question which partner she'd like to close out the night with.

he's deep in conversation with someone she doesn't recognize about something she doesn't understand — cars, probably, if she had to venture a guess — when her hand curves over his shoulder, a gentle tug to pull his attention back. )

You're not too tired to dance with me one more time, are you?

Rip Hunter | OTA (whether he likes it or not)

[directed]

[Truth be told, Rip originally had no intention of coming to the event itself; he's put his time into making an appropriately colored cake to be delivered for the evening, marbled on the inside as had been per the city's request, and surely that should be enough "good will" to offer up for the present. But as he is coming to learn, Rip will likely get away with very little during his stay in Cadelle; all too many insistent messages to his phone have him relenting, donning a white suit for the evening and showing up to spend some time at the ball.

But coming in through the side entrance, thank you very much. Rip has absolutely no desire to have his name announced to the gathering at large.

Of course, now that he's there that means he can hang by the sidelines and watch the goings-on, doesn't it? Not that he won't participate at all; there's a rather fine looking meal, and Rip, there on his own, will try to find an empty seat to enjoy it at (but only after asking politely). Same goes for the champagne. But dancing cheek to cheek and moonlit strolls lack much of their appeal when one is on their own and not necessarily looking for the romance the atmosphere implies--though he does head outside a time or two, just for a bit of fresh air, and time away from the thick of the crowd.]

{{ooc: open to all and to just about anything; hit me up if you want to hash anything out.}}

[leaguer]

Nnnnot so fast, mister.

( it's a declaration that's accompanied by a hand, lightning fast, seizing rip's wrist as he tries to take a seat at one of the large dining tables on one side of the large hall. this entire thing is entirely sara's fault, and she doesn't have an ounce of caring in her system; rip may have attempted to forego the event for reasons that vex her, but she knows how to be persistent. allowing a member of her team, a friend, wallow in a tiny starter apartment by themselves all night instead of mixing and mingling just isn't gonna cut it.

good thing rip's not in the mood to dance, because sara sure is, tugging him towards the dance floor and taking extra caution not to step on her dress. white felt a little cliché for her, a little expected, so she's glad to rock bedazzled black, a sharp contrast from the clean white of rip's suit. ) I think you still owe me a dance.

( you know, one that's not a part of an undercover mission to stop a blood ritual from happening. )

kate galloway. ota.

[dedikated]

entrance/ if i could bottle up this feeling

( Why wear a dress when there's perfectly serviceable women's suits for events like this? Easier to walk in, especially with the flats she's wearing, and far more comfortable. Kate picks out a thick rimmed pair of glasses that she doesn't need and spends too long on her hair, but eventually makes her appearance via the main entrance, fancy announcements and all.

That part gets a look, sceptical and bemused, but Kate seems surprisingly at ease about the whole thing, moreso - at least - than anyone who's met her might expect. Anyone who was unfortunate enough to run into her earlier in the month may be even more surprised to note that she's neither hungover nor looking like the human rendition of storm clouds. She relaxes into the scene around her and pinches a glass of wine from a waiter's tray with nimble fingers, weaving in and out of the crowd.

Feel free to catch her then. Or perhaps you'd prefer her to come up to you, which she might just do if she needs to get by, tapping people on the arm briefly and firmly. )

Mind if I…?

dancing/ hit me like the real thing

( After a few drinks, it's easier to find Kate on the dancefloor. Being able to down drinks properly at an event like this is a novel experience and she may have indulged a bit too much. But still, her eyes flick through the crowd, picking people out, watching them.

Old habits die hard.

As a faster song dies down, replaced by something slower, heavy on the strings, Kate turns to someone nearby and lifts her brows in question. )

Fancy a spin?

( She might be a little tipsy, but she's still pretty confident in her dancing skills. )

wildcard/ won't sink when i need it

( Find her at the gardens, drag her for food or photos! Or hit me up at forethought or nico#8071 for further discussion! )

steve rogers | open

[recruited]

[ Steve has always been able to dress himself. It's never been in question. What is in question though is his dance skills? He took them up on a few of the dance lessons they offered before this event even kicked off. After he asked Sara to go he wanted to make sure he wasn't about to crush her feet while they were out there. He doubted he could get away with just brushing off dancing and to be honest he didn't really want to. That wouldn't be any fun for her if he just held up the wall watching others dance.

But he tries to push those nerves down during the dinner. Happy and talkative. Even when his date isn't there with him. But once dinner is done and some dancing does start he does look a little nervous. Maybe a little less so after the first dance with Sara. But they aren't constantly dancing together. Which means that Steve is free to dance with just about anyone else that ones a spin. He can't promise he won't be a little stiff and likely counting in his head.

At some point he'll even give the photobooth a chance with someone or multiple someones if they want. Steve does migrate outside to the gardens for some air. By this point he's removing his jacket maybe and pulling at his tie to loosen it. He could wander through the hedge maze as well just for the chance to see how difficult it was. ]

a maze of hedges.

[recoined]

( her heels have long been abandoned, left tucked in a quiet corner of the garden's patio, by the time kimberly makes her way over towards the hedge maze and its overhead adornment of twinkling lights. it's blissfully cooler out here than it had been in the crowded ballroom, and the night breeze is a welcome relief as well, perfectly suited to chill the faint flush on her neck and cheeks from so much dancing.

finding a familiar face lingering near the entrance is a pleasant surprise. she hadn't planned on exploring it, but the opportunity seems too well placed to pass; might as well take advantage, right?

with a grin, kimberly strolls forward, tapping him on the shoulder from a step or two behind. )

Something tells me you're not supposed to take these on yourself.

killian jones | open

[assailed]

[ He's not entirely sure if this was the best idea coming to this, but he cannot deny that he doesn't see the appeal of a nice party. He makes a special effort to avoid wearing leather this evening for a special woman he asked. Claire Fraser. Not a date. Least that's what she's told him several hundred times in the time span between him asking her and them arriving here tonight. He will say though that they cut a striking figure together. It's rather nice to be arriving with someone. Especially someone he cares about.

Killian has been to a few balls in his time, but usually in a different realm. The Enchanted Forest tends to do things a little bit different. A little bit grander. A little bit more to them, but still very similar. Killian doesn't really eat too much during the dinner. Likely nerves one could say or maybe as the Dark One his body just works a bit different with a darkness lurking inside of it. He will happily dance though. He replaced his usual hook with a wooden prosthetic covered in a black glove. He could have just as easily as conjured a hand up before the event, but he's never seen the need. He is what he is.

Going into the hedge maze will probably take a great deal of coaxing. Only because as the Dark One he recognizes that it would offer too many blind spots. Too many attempts could be made to kill him if someone desired. It would take a lot of work or simply being Claire Fraser. That works too. He would do the walking paths though if asked. ]

hedge maze of course

[nineteenfortyfive]

[It's not a date, but they do make quite the pair dressed in black. It's startling. But it is nice to not be flying solo, and she does hope they'll both have a good time. He deserves it. She's sure to smile at him, keep his arm, and after picking at her own dinner she graces him with a dance or two. There's an itch to get away, sometimes, because this is far too comfortable, but she forces herself to stay. Eventually, she does go outside for a breath of fresh air. One time she even drags him along.

She must be having a decent time of it if she's up for an adventure.]

I imagine a pirate has a good sense of direction. Care for a challenge?

[A question asked as she spots the hedge maze, hand on his elbow.]

joshua faraday | open

[sofar]

[ The last time he was at a party like this was Eudio. The New Years Eve shindig they put on. The suit the lady in the shop picked out was tight and had Billy poking way too much fun. The hangover the next morning was brutal, but at least they had good chow. He's actually got a date this time. A very small blonde with a lot of energy and freakish strength. But that's why he likes Gwen Stacy. She keeps him on his toes and he imagines that tonight won't be any different.

Faraday is not a man that turns down free dinner. He's definitely not one to turn down champagne flutes. So don't be surprised if you see him pounding back liquor. He's Irish and a cowboy so this is pretty much how he gets through the day. Or the night for this instance. He's in good spirits though. Happy to be here. Happy to be among friends and people he considers himself to be close to.

But he's pretty damn pliable by the time dancing starts. Happy to get out there. Happy to hit the photobooths or the gardens. He's not a hard man to please or convince to do something. Up for adventure and fun. Really if you offer Joshua Faraday the right incentive (booze) he would probably follow you right off a damn cliff. ]

( OOC: He can pretty much be found anywhere. Feel free to pick something not stated. Faraday is very flexible when drink is in him. )

Claire Bennet | Open

[evogirl]

a. - arrival

[ Claire can't really recall when she had been to so many parties in so little time, but this one is different. This is like some kind of extravaganza. It's certainly much more fancy than she's used to. Perhaps she would be used to this kind of thing if she'd been raised as a Petrelli instead.

She's pretty amazed by the sights and the sounds as she enters, dressed in an elegant blue ball gown. She feels strange being so dressed up. But she's very excited to be here and see what the night will bring. ]

b. - dinner

[ She's seated at one of the tables, not drinking. It's not like it'd do anything for her. But she's definitely digging in to the food in front of her. It's been some time since she's seen so much food for something like this. People look like they're enjoying themselves too.

Claire's here on her own, but she doesn't mind if someone joins her at the table. It's nice to meet new people. Or maybe she'll see some of her friends. ]

c. (OOC: want something else with Claire? Hit me up, liveforthefight so we can work something out.)