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[paracelsus-ftw.livejournal.com]

WINTER GALA IS OPEN ~ !

Seen the sign? It’s everywhere.

And every little corner, and every little street, strident and glistening and snow everywhere. Statue here, statue there – North, South, East, West – they do call it the Square. There’s word they’re war heroes, or troubled hallows, or nothing of the sort. That might be ice they’re sculpted in – or the sliver in some champagne glass, because giants drink too, and the City knows things. The City doesn’t tell.

But the tap those statues once or twice, and tap them strong, and tap them well, and they’ll whisper a secret. The little Elf army scuttling about has seen better days for wear (mostly Thursdays), but they’re only three feet tall, and the silver powder on their cheek’s both rigidly applied, and rented. Kick’em. They’re fluent in seven languages, you know. They have a degree. Naghladi’gjamarai got a Nobel nomination last year; no one knows. The human reporter didn’t look down to his knee when he was interviewing. Humans, so damned righteous.

Like the lights everywhere can never go out.

Like they’re the first ones here, dancing all too merry.

Like it’s their celebration.

Like it’s not all coming out of their City taxes.

Idiots.


[ooc: OK, kids, as per Jesse instructions: please title your comment + replies in such a way that you mention if they're directed at anyone in particular. Free-for-all ball, enjoy ~ ! ]

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Open to anyone and everyone~

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Despite being in a suit and in a setting a bit more formal than what he was used to, Vash was rather excited about going to the gala. He still wasn't crazy about wearing what he was, but Zaheela had been nice enough to go with him and even wear a dress, so he owed that much to her.

And it made him feel a little better that Zaheela wasn't much better at this than he was... After a brief discussion (http://henkonasuisho.livejournal.com/57333.html?style=mine), it was decided they should find someone to "waylay" or "engage in friendly conversation." Now that was something Vash could do.

"You realize once we waylay some people and have some drinks, you're going to have to brave dancing with me, right?" Vash said to his parter with a grin.

Let the chaos begin

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

The though crossed her mind and a sigh escaped her. Vash had mentioned lessons in the past, but that didn't mean her feet would escape unscathed if she wasn't careful. Her grip on his arm tightened slightly before she attempted to relax. It wouldn't be fair if she ruined the mood with a sour attitude.

"I'm sure i'll live." Zaheela joked as she placed one foot down on the ice platform which would serve as the dance floor.

Open to all!

[luna-alchemy.livejournal.com]

The young girl glided around the party in her white dress. She had a clam smile, but did not make eye contact with anyone. It was not her way. She was not avoiding anyone’s line of sight, she just did not meet it, only gave a kind smile. She had no need to look to know what was before her. It was in this manner that she almost looked like a ghost, though not. The light that reflected off of the moon seemed to also gently glow from her. She seemed very happy to be outside, as though she was raised there all her life. She was young looking, though her eyes showed a greater wisdom that she would not tell. All of time seemed as if it were meaningless around her, as though everything could stop at any second, if only she allowed it. Her sent was of the most wonderful flowers, though only those with wolf like sense could tell. She did not seem bothered by anything, nor as though she wished to bother anyone. Just being alive was enough for her.

Re: Open to all!

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed had arrived fashionably late this time. He was dressed in his usual attire, save for the single bow tie around his neck. It looked out of place on his body, but he didn't seem to really care. He strode across the ground, looking around at the different patrons. He knew he invited several people to dance, it was just a matter of finding one...

Bingo.

"Cheza!" he laughed, running over to her, "Care to dance?"

Open to all~

[electronicly.livejournal.com]

Dressed in a light teal dress, and for once wearing contacts instead of her usual bent glasses, the young woman arrived at the gala. She seemed to be feeling a bit awkward in her current attire, but she smiled calmly. Though not deliberately calling attention to herself, she did occasion peer through the assembled groups to see if she recognized anyone there. If no one she recognized was attending, conversing with a stranger did not seem an unwelcome alternative. Picking up a drink, she decided to wait until someone who appeared friendly or someone she knew arrived. If someone looked her way, she would return their gaze and smile nicely but would not say the first world; she was on her best behavior and had heard somewhere that ladies should speak only after being spoken to.

Perhaps someone would invite her to dance tonight, or maybe just conversation. It would not bother her either way, and her expression showed her contentment at simply being able to visit a ball like this. After all, in her world, balls were a thing existing only in the past or in fairy tales.

Werd for random.

[shit-stings.livejournal.com]

Budd had avoided wearing suits for quite some time, now, and was beginning to regret not continuing with the trend. But a party was a party, and getting into a big-assed to-do wasn't something that he could do very often. Besides, the routine needed a little freshening up. Work and home again, schooling some kid in whoop-ass, occationally the bar or meeting Bill... And he'd bet money that Bill was going to show up, probably with Elle, and he could get kicks out of annoying her, or both of them, or whoever simply caved first.

No sign yet, though. He didn't want to stew in it any longer.

This girl standing by the door, pretty brunette, looking a little lost. He sidled up casually, "Waitin' on someone, are we?"

Open to All

[bound-by-time.livejournal.com]

With a little sigh, the blonde nun slipped a bit away from the dance floor, where her brother was currently dancing with the woman named Cirucci. She Frowned a little at her apparel, seeing as she WAS supposedly Joshua's date (http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/8663/winterformalyi2.jpg).... it was freezing out, she didn't understand how she could just waltz around wearing such a short dress. She definatly didnt approve, but she really didnt have a say in the matter. Making a face she flopped down on a bench, threading her fingers together (http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/4496/rosetteformalzn1.jpg) as she watched the dancers, swirling to the music. It really was beautiful, the ice and the decorations, though she felt slightly out of place, sitting alone as people threaded in and out of the square.

She took in a deep breath in and then released it, her words coming out in a sigh,

"Coming here was completely pointless."

Just for Rosette--at least for the moment

[freakyfanboy.livejournal.com]

Autor brushed his hair out of the way of his mask irritably--only to have it fall back into his face again. This is pointless, he grumbled inwardly. He felt incredibly uncomfortable in his suit, his new haircut was a mess--he told her to style it so that it'd be unrecognizable, but he didn't tell her to chop it up!--his hand had given him a lot of pain as he put his gloves on, and the mask looked ridiculous. He wasn't completely lying to people--he didn't like parties like this. Why was he coming? Rosette probably wouldn't even be--

His breath caught up in his throat. She was there--sitting, alone, on a bench. In one of the most beautiful gowns he'd seen in his entire life. She looked...feminine. And gorgeous.

...He looked around for Joshua and didn't see the boy nearby...should he risk it? He dragged the watch supplies he'd given her as a gift all the way here in a bag...it'd really be a waste if he didn't go...

Steeling his courage, Autor marched over to the lonely girl, clearing his throat.

"Excuse me...is anyone sitting here?"

He hoped his mask covered his cheeks enough to hide his growing blush.

Open to all

[fowlprodigy.livejournal.com]

Dressed in a nice suit, not that this was unusual for him, Artemis arrived at the gala with a slight smile upon his lips. It had been quite some time since he had last attended a formal function. Unfortunately though, those times had been less than enjoyable. Perhaps tonight would be different. After all, there were several people who wished to meet him this evening.

Looking around, he studied the faces of the people around him. All so very different. And it was quite clear that some of the faces did not belong to his world.

Interesting.

Not surprising really. Especially not to him. He certainly had seen stranger things in his time.

Re: Open to all

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

There he was. It had been a while, and he might not remember, but Lyra remembered Artemis's face. Pantalaimon curled around her neck, she pushed towards him.

"Hey, Artemis!"

Open to all~

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Fascinating the speed of metamorphosis here, the frozen fountain, no visions now--unless, dare one stretch the metaphor, the drifting crowds could be called a vision: brightness, glitter, white gowns. The fairy story icicles and the sheen of the floor, not of smeared heated wax: cold, ice. Some eccentric king had once ordered a ballet performed on the edge of a frozen lake to give the illusion of dancing on the water. No one drowned, nor froze. Can such a feat be repeated?

White tie and tails, top hat, velvet cape (and every last button done himself, the coldness of it). Always black and white. Let the women be the hothouse flowers: forced amyrillis, cunning artifice. Let Merry be the little princess of it, old enough now to appreciate it, dark enough still to question it.

And the old familiarity, despite the frostbite: Christmas dances and Twelfth Night parties. Paler and colder this time, deathly pale and cold, not overwhelming gold on gold in hot ballrooms. A silver cast even in the champagne. Strange, still, to attend such a function out of doors. No place, no need, no want to leave capes and cloaks and wraps behind.

A novelty, this Jack Frost celebration, like the very citizens among whom he moved, blackbird in the flowers. Like home, but only in strange dreams. He would take the unreality along with the comfort.

He would dance, too.

His cane struck resonances on the ice.

And who was here?

up to you ~<3

[luna-alchemy.livejournal.com]

Cheza was gliding around the room. She did not meat his eyes but did smile for him. She was still, and yet there seamed to be a movement to her. the soft light that glowed from her body was calming, almost enchanting.

She was closer to him now. It would seem a little odd at how fast and graceful she moved, all most as though it was a mind trick. She gave a kind smile so be reassure him, to say it was all right. "Hello."

Open to all (if you can catch him)

[copy-enigma.livejournal.com]

Not at all dressed for the occasion, Kakashi arrived with no intention of staying. His reason for showing up at all? There was free hot cocoa being served at one of the long silver tables, elegantly coated with a sheen of frost. The ninja didn't usually care for sweets, but there were always a few exceptions and he couldn't pass up a nice cup of steaming hot cocoa. Plus, it would keep his hands nice and toasty as he intended to watch the event from a remote and probably lofty distance.

Open to all (if you can catch him)

[cal-sitter.livejournal.com]

Niko remembered the ninja from the snowball battle with Rose and the others a few days prior, and he wondered if he ought to make a proper introduction. He was curious, to be perfectly honest.

"Kakashi, wasn't it?"

open to all

[ever-evey.livejournal.com]

Evenings like these, Evey Hammond wished V hadn't left.

Normally she could be glad that he'd (hopefully) gone to some kind of final rest, or at least bury any other feelings she had on the matter--but present a girl a night of dancing and other such amusements, and she begins to wish her favourite partner was still around for a waltz or two. There were other people to dance with and chat with around flutes of champagne, of course, but a selfish little voice in the back of her mind muttered that it would've been nicer if she had someone in black to balance out her vividly red gown.

She wasn't going to dwell on that thought if she could avoid it, though. As she stood off to one side, a pause between dance partners, a glass in hand and a slight smile on her face, her mind was (almost) entirely on the evening at hand--the people she'd come with, acquaintances she spotted amongst those mingling, the lovely decorations, the tang of champagne on her tongue. There was too much to appreciate in the moment at hand to grow muddled in what might have been.

[prehensiled.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Fraulein Hammond," Kurt literally appeared on the scene just a few moments ago, having to be content with the fact that Logan may, just may, show up before the evening's end. He'd managed to find a suit that was... suitable, if one would, and so he wouldn't let the rough-around-the-edges lifestyle that the Wolverine tended to keep him from what would hopefully be a good evening.

He knew very few people in the City even relatively well, and didn't know how many of those he did know were prone to balls of this sort. His first scan of the large aread with his odd eyes brought him only the vague familiarity of Evey, and he bowed lightly when he greeted her, something of a silly smile intact, "Enjoying the party so far?"

open to all

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

The first time Ptolemy attended such a dance in the City, he spent the entire evening sitting in a chair, taking notes on the event. Months later, he was now significantly more mobile, but he found he had far less with which to occupy himself. Notating the events of this evening was not necessary, as it was not a prototypical example of 'modern' tradition; he was not about to attempt to take part in dancing; and he was not particularly hungry.

It left him with the prospect of spending the evening in conversation and watching others converse and take part in the other activities of the evening.

He suspected that it would not be a late night for him; there would be little reason to stay much longer than an hour at most, given the limited range of amusements available for him.

lawl Ptolemy, too. I am lose. Sorry ;-;

[prehensiled.livejournal.com]

Nightcrawler had taken a couple of turns on the dance floor before he decided that a turn towards conversation and a beverage would be grand. It was during this more intensive sweep of the room that he found Ptolemy, and he cracked an easy grin as he approached the man of apparently acient origin. Frankly, he had figured that Ptolemy wouldn't suit himself to an occation such as a dance, but that was a rude thing to think, anyway.

"I am sorry I did not spot you sooner, Ptolemy," It was honest. He was absolutely fasinating for conversation, "How have you been?"

For those who know Robin, or, er, want to know him [replies may have to be backdated b/c of rl]

[tehpuck.livejournal.com]

Smiling like, oh, a fox, Robin found his way onto the dance floor. It wasn’t hard, places like this? The floor was always in the same place. It was center of attention… like he ought to be. One could say he was already.

Freeing himself of a few inconsequential NPC acquaintances, Robin looked around. The part of his brain that registered people— their level of attractiveness, how well he knew them, their level of attractiveness, things like that— scanned the crowd. Who did he know, who didn’t he know?

He knew quite a few people.

He was in his element. Not the city of Rob Fellows, not the forests of Pan, but the social climate. That was his true home, and he knew it, and he acted like it.

Stirring his wine, he smiled. Ah, how charming. He knew quite a few people.

RFor those who know Robin, or, er, want to know him [replies may have to be backdated b/c of rl]

[cal-sitter.livejournal.com]

"What, no dance partners?" Niko asked as he stepped up to Robin. "I'm surprised at you, Goodfellow. Are you pacing yourself?" He hadn't intended to be present at the gala, but various circumstances had led to Niko exchanging the black jeans and tee-shirt for a suit and tie much like the ones he would have worn to provide security services for the wealthy socialites of New York City.

Open to everyone but Alucard has first reply tag

[steeldame.livejournal.com]

Although Integra disliked social gatherings of this pomp when they served no real purpose, she indulged Alucard and attended as his date. Hair styled curlier, donning a white dress to contrast her bronze complexion and his darker clothes, the knight moved to pick a goblet of what appeared harmless wine - she really didn't trust anything those administrators offered - and carefully sipped it.

As much as she wasn't fond of the banalities, Integra knew how to carry herself on them. She stood tall, cigar in one hand, glass on the other and watched the mingling.

"The decorations are suitable," she remarked, pleased with the setting.

[hercount.livejournal.com]

He stepped to her side after depositing Integral's fur and his coat with the coat check person, then placed his hand at Integral's elbow.

"You look lovely, my Master. Shall I taste the wine to assure there is nothing in it?"

open to those who don't mind hell on wheels?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Dress that was better than everyone else's? Check. Nice shoes? Check. Sufficient supply of alcohol either in hand or waiting to be in glass and, consequently, in hand? Check, check. Gun?

Gun?

Ah, gun. Check.

She had always been of the opinion that guns and dresses went well together. After all, it was the perfect balance between sophisticated and smart: two things Faye considered herself to be at all times. Especially when there were certain other issues to worry about, not that she was concerned remotely, not unless those issues happened to include someone spilling something red all over her dress. Just because she had her piece on her didn't mean that she was in the mood to end up looking like a gunshot victim. What was she? New at this? Yeah, right.

The only bad thing about this sort of affair was the fact that it tended to be almost impossible to smoke. No matter how hard you tried, someone was always bitching about smoke in their eyes or knocking your cigarette out of your hands. Didn't people know anything about courtesy? No one had manners like her, she thought, not bothering to apologize or even look back as she elbowed someone--was that Cirucci? Whoopsie--in her attempt to get out of the throng of people.

Open space? Check.

Faye rolled her eyes and flipped open her lighter. "Finally."

Re: open to those who don't mind hell on wheels?

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

A loud whistle of appreciation rang out from behind her as Greed sauntered into view. He removed his glasses to better take her in, violet eyes canning her form.

"Well now, aren't you just the picture of absolute beauty? Glad ya' could come, Faye."

Open to All

[psychicpixie.livejournal.com]

Alice loved an excuse to dress up. Tonight she was looking particularly good; she had chosen a long, elegant black dress that looked rather flattering on her, and some silver jewelry. Her short hair was in it's usual style (there wasn't much one could do with it), and her eyes were a rich gold color -- if she was going to be around a bunch of humans, she had to make sure that she fed well.

Walking amongst the groups of people (though since she was so graceful, she seemed to glide), Alice's eyes couldn't help but turn to the happy couples. Ever since she had arrived -- well, known she would be arriving -- she had been worrying about Jasper. Was he alright? Had he killed? Would Edward be enough to stop him from doing so?

Still, she couldn't let that get her down. She was doing all that she could to find a way out. Until then, Alice would have to have faith in her family.

And hope that she wouldn't have to turn down any wishing to dance with her tonight. The natural allure of a vampire was strong, but Jasper was the only one allowed to dance with her. Besides her family, of course, but that was different.

it would be open, but let's say open-pending...

[charmedillusion.livejournal.com]

Sarah sat by herself, some distance away from everyone else, watching the proceedings. Her (http://s226.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/palejewel/?action=view&current=snowgown1.jpg/) gown (http://s226.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/palejewel/?action=view&current=snowgown2.jpg/) was puddled around her, blending with the scenery, like snow on snow; her hands were folded neatly in her lap. She looked as if she had stepped out of a Béraud painting (http://s226.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/palejewel/?action=view&current=daydreamfigaroberaud.jpg/), except that her expression was more thoughtful rather than sombre. Neville was about somewhere, she was sure. She had not hesitated to wander away for a bit, to be alone with her thoughts, even if she was not fully acquainted with the City yet. He would find her. He always had in the past.

She still did not feel entirely sure she should be here, but as each moment passed, and she let herself be wrapped up in the enchantment, she began to feel a very small - but very stubborn - smile tug at her lips.

It was enchanted, and she needed to come.

omg omg omg?

[thexgoblinxking.livejournal.com]

Jareth was never more regal than at a formal function--the picture of attendance to whomever happened to be on his arm, bowing where appropriate, and glancing down his nose to whoever happened to be (or ought to be) bowing to him. Dressed in a blue coat so dark that it appeared black except when the light caught it and allowed the colour to shine, a poet's blouse buried under numerous ruffles, and trousers that may as well have been hose for how tightly they wrapped around his form, he moved with considerable grace across the dance floor.

Until, of course, from the corner of his eye, he spotted what could not be anything but a trick of the mind. A young woman--no, really no more than a girl--with dark hair and a dress of white silk. With a feeling of ice running through him, he turned his head as he continued the dance, twisting to prove to himself that it was a stranger, that it was not her...

There was no question when he caught sight of her once more, however; Sarah sat, no less than a vision before him, apparently unaware that he could see her. And ignoring--perhaps even forgetting--whatever courtly manners he'd cultivated, he dropped his arms from the woman with whom he was dancing and, without a word, slipped off the dance floor.

Behind her--it would have to be an entrance from behind, for it would not do for her to see his approach--with movements as silent as a cat, Jareth neared, hardly daring to breathe. It was difficult enough to believe she was here, within an arm's length of him. With arms crossed, he cleared his throat and said the only thing that came to mind: her name.

"Sarah..."

((OOC: I'm sorry--I got a tad carried away. >.>))

Open to FFXII crew or any friends/acquaintances.

[cooperating.livejournal.com]

The festivities were incredibly mesmerising. It was almost reminiscent of some of the formal banquets in Archadia...although the range of dress and behavior varied considerably. Most seemed to be dressed very elegantly, but there were a few with outfits that left Larsa trying not to gawk.

Though he was not used to wearing a tuxedo, he did find it a bit more comfortable than his normal garb. Still, even with the music and the food and the smiles all around, Larsa was having trouble settling into the good mood. Basch had been missing since that morning. How was Larsa supposed to celebrate without his Judge Magister at his side?

Watching Penelo convince Fran to a dance was certainly enough to draw a smile from him, though. They were both stunning, and made quite the pretty picture together. The boy could hardly keep himself from staring.

Re: Open to FFXII crew or any friends/acquaintances.

[e-meritus.livejournal.com]

She hadn't felt the inclination. Formal events were too trivial, pointless. Confining in that they allowed for no escape, no alternate pathways to take once the exits were sealed and disguised. Her own fortune had not merited invitation. Rather was it Penelo's insistence and passion for the ordeal that had brought her to sway.

Though she had not yet been made to endure any sort of ill-treatment on the behalf of anyone outside of the young lady in question, Fran found that spinning in circles was somewhat akin to the very first time she had flown: jarring, awkward, something she might yet grow to enjoy.

Once, however, was enough, for the moment at hand, at least. Fran craved, above all else, to be rid of the venue, yet once she had spotted Larsa she allowed her plans and preoccupations to shift. Basch had quit the place, in her mind, and it would not do well to leave the boy so exposed. She had Vaan's tone in her ears when she thought: one for the team.

"You find yourself at ease?" she inquired, minding Penelo even as her focal points switched. An ear twitched after the girl's presence. She would not go unattended to either.

Open to all~

[arrogantfanfare.livejournal.com]

Kline brushed the red hair off his eye patch and fidgeted with it. It was going to be a night fraught with dangers. Dangers of losing his marital virginity. He was going to have to keep a close eye on his...well, eye.

He had arrived with Senna, dressed up for the occasion. A green suit, however odd that looked, with a black cloak around him. Of course, the cloak could come off at anytime and he didn't mind losing it into the crowd.

Fidgeting with his eye patch one more time, he look a look around with his other eye. Hopefully he'd catch sight of the multitudes of beautiful women that had arrived and he could sneak a dance with them. Of course, he'd spend a majority of the time with Senna but he did have other obligations.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

She and Vash had parted for a brief time, due to the fact that it was a social event to... converse and stuff. Not exactly sure of what had been laced into the punch bowls anymore, she had been forced to hunt down a waiter of sorts and request something light, a wine. There was no point in being a fool.

She weaved through the crowds, not paying much attention until something along the lines of a clash of contrasting colors that she swore only her little brother could of pulled off caught her eye. An eyebrow raised as she moved closer.

Open to Everyone

[proto-typing.livejournal.com]

Proto wasn't exactly sure what his excuse was for showing up at the winter gala; he'd thought of a few of them, and he didn't quite know which one had won him over in the end: that he wanted to check out some of the other residents of the city, that it was better than sitting around doing nothing, or that he'd actually never officially attended a gala before and he wanted to see what it was all about.

Unfortunately, it was about as he'd expected: mingling, dancing, and food, none of which he particularly cared for. He hadn't seen any reason to dress up, preferring to stick with his usual armor and visored helmet, and he hadn't come with anyone so there was no real obligation to dance or talk. He took up a position far away from the crowds, keeping to himself, and watched, his arms folded over his chest.

Maybe it was a waste of time, but hey, there were worse ways to spend an evening.

Open;

[mizrahigirl.livejournal.com]

Sakura had arrived with Rubedo's cavalcade of people, coat duly wrapped around her slight shoulders. The dress (http://static.houseofbrides.com/files/images/dt/d/d_121052.jpg) she'd found was slightly longer than what she was used to, but she liked it. Liked the way it flowed out from the green bow at her waist and sat hovering just above the ground.

She'd promised to look for people, and stuck towards the edges of the growing crowd, looking past the taller adults for the smaller forms of Nill and- hopefully- Autor, even though he'd said he wasn't going to come...The brunette still hoped to see him there. And Rubedo- it was always nice to see him dressed up.

Settling down to watch the dresses and suits walk, dance, and saunter by, Sakura couldn't really keep a vague smile from her face.

Open;

[red-dragon-666.livejournal.com]

Dancing with Elena was always a treat, of course, not to mention getting to see all of his friends so dressed up... But it wasn't exactly the biggest stroke to his ego to always have to look up to his dance partner.

And that was when he noticed he'd lost Sakura somewhere in the crowd. It was to be expected at such a large party, but she was one of the people he needed to protect, and he liked keeping track of her.

Spotting her in the crowd, he loosened his damned constricting tie before slipping up behind her and sweeping one arm around her waist and grabbing her hand to smoothly spin her around to meet his grinning face. "Snuck off on me there, cutie!"

Open to all

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed weaved through the crowd, greeting people he knew and even some that he hardly talked to, all while making his way to the refreshment area. He carefully scanned over the options, looking somewhat displeased with the selection. He rifled through a satchel he carried in on his back and pulled out several bottles, setting them up alongside the other refreshments.

"Now we're talkin'. This is the good stuff, here."

He opened a few bottles and glanced around himself in all directions, before pouring the contents into different punch bowls and wine decanters.

"Heh," he laughed to himself, "This oughta' put some hair on their chinny-chin-chins."

Alice saw that >(

[psychicpixie.livejournal.com]

"...And just what do you think you're doing~?" A musical voice spoke from behind him.

Alice stood with her arms crossed, head tilted to the left and looking half amused, half displeased. Which was hard to pull off, but she somehow managed it.

"I think that the drinks were fine just the way they were."

Open to Johan and Tybalt [and RxJ crew if they want]

[legislated.livejournal.com]

More and more, Tybalt was full of surprises. First there was his name, but she figured that was just a coincidence... And then there was his pegasus and hint at being a noble of some sort... And then, of course, there was his dancing. Nina had never been trained in dancing, but she was athletic and a quick learner by nature.

One hour and a couple bruised toes later, she was finally able to keep up with him. He certainly did not dance like most men her age, and at the very least she now knew something about ballroom dancing. Waltzing was incredibly fun, and she was quickly appreciating it as an art.

With a laugh, Nina's golden skirt (http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9489/cn1027pblackburgdrosesaef8.jpg) twirled with her as Tybalt spun her out, both her arms spreading out to her sides just before she began to turn back towards his waiting arms.

To Nina and Tybalt

[imputing.livejournal.com]

Of course he had been watching her for awhile. He could never take her eyes off of her. She was so beautiful. She was the only beautiful thing here, everywhere. The only real thing anywhere.

As if on cue, he caught her hand as she twirled out from her partner. He knew it was not very polite of him, but it was quite rude of her partner to have kept her for himself for so long, too.

The subtle smile always on his face, he gave a little bow to her. "May I?"

Open to All

[banditfox.livejournal.com]

Kurama had enough experience of life to simultaneously appreciate and loathe social gatherings. At one time, they had simply been convenient environments in which to practice his trade. During his school years, they had simultaneously been opportunities to expand upon the persona of a human teenager and prolonged torture sessions that subjected him to the inconveniences of adolescent hormones and behavior.

Tonight, the gala was simply a pleasant evening out with his mother and friends. The youko was, for the most part, hidden. Kurama wasn't here to play the fox.

[konned.livejournal.com]

There was something...something just so about a suit that made one feel just that little bit more suave, more sophisticated, more accomplished.

Which is a big deal when one is ten inches tall, a stuffed lion, and recently having been swung around by the forepaws by an excitable young arrancar.

Soothing a ruffled dignity along with the creases in his new suit, Kon found himself a perch on one of the tables with the food, looking hopefully around the arrivals for one of his particular goddesses. Or even find a few new ones! With luck, this could turn out to be a fantastic evening.

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[lethalcrow.livejournal.com]

Karasu did not expect to be approached at the gala, but he had not come to make small talk. He had come to watch. He was well aware that certain individuals of interest to him were present. He was also well aware that they would not tolerate his interference. That did not mean he couldn't enjoy the sight of them, nor that he could not take advantage of the evening to search the city's population for new distractions. The demon haunted the edges of the crowd, shifting from one vantage point to another, hoping for a glimpse of something promising.

[OOC: He will behave himself tonight.]

[soten-kisshun.livejournal.com]

It was beautiful.

Orihime wandered into the glittering ballroom, eyes widened at all she saw. The white dress she wore glittered in the pale light; as if the girl had been adorned with a gown of new-fallen snow. Her jewelry accented it flawlessly--the crystalline pieces gleaming like icicles around her neck, and from her ears.

She looked for her "date", whom was meant to be with her here, but at the time present, she could not find him.

[pinkenthusiasm.livejournal.com]

There was someone she knew. Yachiru practically - no, she actually was- bouncing her way over to Orihime, landing on a shoulder before proceeding to the more normal area of the floor, skirts sort of keeping up with

"Hi, Big Boobies~!"

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[caged-song.livejournal.com]

Nill fluttered around at the edge of the dance floor. She was dressed up (http://www.jovaniprom.com/cstyles/images/d07-Img10529.jpg) and looking more angelic than usual. She was happy. What more could she ask for? Heine had said she was happy, she had had the best Christmas...her first, actually. Nill was ebullient.

She was perfectly alone, Heine having wandered for awhile. Nill was left to explore the enchanted ballroom.

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[apostleofhope.livejournal.com]

He was starting to get worn out. Joshua could only handle so much time around such a large crowd without having their 'noise' prick at his mind.

Cirucci had been his original date, of course, but they were also occupied with keeping an eye on Rosiel out of the corner of their eye...and Rosette. There was no way he was leaving her alone in the Cathedral.

Having just left Cirucci's side to try and remember where he'd left Rosette, Joshua backpedaled when he spotted a trace of familiar blonde hair. Sister?

...No. Not this time. It was that girl... What was her name? Nill.