BED OF ROSES PARTY; OPEN LOG

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

When; Evening, February 15th
Rating; PG
Characters; anyone and EVERYONE~
Summary; The Bed of Roses party is go! ♥
Log;

Red roses will find your eyes wherever you turn, even if you look upwards. The whole ceiling of the spacious ballroom has been covered by a carpet of roses in full bloom and no gap can be seen on the sea of ruby. Round dining tables are set on one corner of the room, bouquets of a dozen roses placed on the middle of each. In front of each chair is a card with the name of each guest; it has been shuffled so that couples and singles will have a chance to socialize with others --without risking unwanted hostilities, of course. Kara has taken excellent care of it.

On the other corner of the room is a stage from where live music is playing. Most of the guests are gathered near the stage, conversing among themselves while waiters and waitresses walk around with champagne to serve. The Host Club members are around for you to spot, looking invitingly beautiful; you know you can't resist them ♥

Be careful, however, several hidden photographers are around to take pictures of your scandalous dealings with any Host Club member --Remember to steal a kiss that the paparazzi can capture, it will make an excellent framed gift for your ex.

As for Blair, she is as finely dressed as any with her Petite Bijoux, Louboutins and Chloe. Word to the wise, don't ask her whether or not they are authentic. The pleased hostess surveys the room smugly from a quiet corner, although she notes that several highly-expected guests are not yet here.

Dinner will be served once she decides the most important of the guests have arrived.


[ooc: party amongst yourselves~! Indicate it if your char is talking to Blair or a particular someone, and feel free to play it out as if dinner has been served (soon enough) or that the waltz on the dance floor has started (once dessert is served) or even that the party's done (in the morning, around 2-3 AM) --only, of course, indicate that too~]

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[commoneresque.livejournal.com]

Standing to one side of the entry, outfitted in modest if formal attire, Haruhi is on time to greet anyone coming in. An effort between miss Blair and the Host Club, it seemed sensible to arrive a bit early. This party is not unlike others she has attended before at this point, but it has been a while since the last one, or so it seems.

The music is lovely and the entire set-up here is quite applause-worthy. Smiling now and then at any given lady who approaches or passes by, making small-talk with most of these people who do not realize the 'he' is a 'she'--not that Haruhi cares even now--she thinks it is nice to have an event like this. A distraction is a distraction, but at least this one is somewhat productive.



[ooc: open to whoever and replies will all be gotten to over time. Computer woes might make them sporadic but as a Host member obviously she's here 83;;; so have at her...or rather, "him" if you want lmfao ldsfjs ]

Open to all~

[malleableworld.livejournal.com]

Nate had managed to find the place - late, late, late as usual, and lost, but looking no worse for wear in his pale gray suit. The corsage in the box that was in his hands was still pristine and unwilted, white and smooth with just a hint of blue, and the calm look on his face was smooth and unruffled.

He always had a gift of looking smooth on the surface.

Underneath was a storm of emotion. A previous day's curse; Zach's face being the most lovely thing he had ever seen, and falling asleep on him had been almost gratifyingly ecstatic. He didn't know how to push those emotions away, or toss them aside, and they mingled with the fear that he had been pushing Teddy too hard, that he should have left some of that memory at night, that he was doing the wrong thing.

But for now he simply smiled and eased into the room without any practiced grace, but with enough poise, and the knowledge of how to move in a suit. It was second nature, by now.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair had been making small talk with a group of well-dressed women, laughing and frowning at the exact right moments. She knew all the right moves, this is her habitat after all. Once in awhile however, she would steal a glance at the entrance of the ballroom. It was getting more and more embarrassing to have to tell people that "oh, no, I have a date but he may be running late."

--finally. Spotting the handsome blond in the gray suit, Blair excused herself gracefully and walked quickly towards Nate. She wanted to be angry, but he did say he gets confused often. She still did not get what the matter was with that, but she did promise not to get mad. Taking a deep breath, she slowed her gait as she approached him.

"Nate," Blair threw him a small smile, relieved if nothing else. "I thought you weren't coming."

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Peter Pevensie sighed. How had he gotten roped into this again? He still wasn't sure even as he paused somewhere in the vast room. It was an impressive event, he would admit, especially more so if he was ever the sort to appreciate these things in the first place, but he wasn't. As a result, he expected to have no large amount of fun, but the music was familiar enough and even the suit he wore was not a problem. What helped the most, of course, was having Susan on his arm. She looked beautiful, of course, but she always looked beautiful to him even if it wasn't a conscious thought he had. Every now and then he stole a glance at her shoes. How did girls manage anyway? He felt doubly glad not to be one, peering around at the room again.

Desert had been served and a waltz had been playing for some time now. That they had been here for the entirety so far was both confusing and dryly amusing to him, but if Susan had a decent time, that would be enough, certainly, and there were worse ways to spend one's time. Glancing at her, he smiled briefly.

One highlight was seeing what Caspian had been somehow talked into wearing. Peter had tried not to laugh, and with some minor success too, just coughing behind his hand, but that had been near the beginning of the night. They had yet to see the Telmarine again, but that only meant that the High King did not have to worry about coming up with some more creative way to disguise an unabashed smile.



[ooc: specify if your character is talking to Susan or Peter, please, and we'll respond to tags respectively!]

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

All of that time was going to pay off. As much as she could, on her own Susan practiced walking and dancing in the lovely shoes she got for Christmas. And now, with an occasion to wear them. It was pleasantly thrilling. The dress she chose matched oh so nicely as well. A real dance party!

Peter looked smashing. If only he'd smile a little more. "Having fun already?" She asks giving him an accidental elbow in the ribs. They hadn't been very long at all. There were people to see, dances to dance. How could anyone be bored.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

As soon as their dance was over it seemed both the Gentle and the Just had gone off together, or was it separately so Edmund could save face? Well either way, it left the Englishman on his own for the time being. So the Telmarine led Blair up to the High King of Narnia himself, except on this occasion he introduced the man as...

"Peter, this is Blair," Caspian gestured between the blond and the dark haired lady at his side, "Blair, Peter Pevensie."

Briefly he cut a look for sharp blue eyes only. They were saying how are you going to mask your laughter now? Because if he couldn't then Caspian would be right in calling Peter a must uncouth sort of king.

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Sam was nervous, this was his first big date with Mikaela and it was a seriously fancy ball. Fancier than anything either of them would probably ever get to go to back home.

He was dressed in his tuxedo (and how crazy was it that he actually owned a tuxedo here?) with Mikaela next to him. They had come in the Porsche and the whole time on the way over he had fiddled with the radio; he wanted this to go really, really well. Mikaela was the kind of girl that deserved to have a really good time at a place like this.

Glancing over at her he smiled as they headed into the ballroom.

"Wow, this is amazing."

[justpopthehood.livejournal.com]

Mikaela's nerves were on par with Sam's and she tried her hardest not to make it obvious. She'd never been to an event like this, not even close. The public school dances she'd attended were miles from this level of elegance. Not to mention, her dates had been physically perfect but mindless jocks. She usually ended up at a table with her date's equally dull friends and their fake dates. So there was a larger difference here, aside from how upscale the ball was. She actually liked her date.

Really, really liked him. Everything she did mattered now. She actually had to think about what she said instead of just nodding and smiling when the time came.

"Yeah," she said, focused on not tripping over the skirt of the fanciest dress she'd ever worn. "I don't think I've ever seen so many roses."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian had been there since the beginning of the party, but mostly he'd kept to himself or Blair's company, having given his word to wear what she wanted (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/dg4.jpg) as a symbol of art and beauty and... whatever it was she meant. Fashion? Well anyway, the king dressed in black velvets, red satin, and silver silks (he undid the bowtie to wear as a thin cravat) padded along the dance floor, boot heels clicking softly. He wouldn't have seemed slightly out of place if it weren't for the fact that he came girt with sword at Miss Waldorf's request. The Telmarine blade was spotless but no show piece either. It had seen some violence in its time, the Pevensies knew this.

Speaking of them, Caspian spotted the trio from a distance.

Peter and Edmund looked impeccable which wasn't all that surprising no matter how much he enjoyed teasing them about such formal wear. Caspian was in no position to tease over finery anyway. Susan, Queen Susan the Gentle, outshone them both as only a lady should. He smiled when his brown gaze leveled at the heels on her feet. Perfect. At some point he would have to ask her to dance. For now though he helped himself to a glass of wine while Blair spoke with a few other ladies. Nevermind the minor discrepancy that was his age. Things were different in Narnia, the Pevensies knew that too.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

She was not as busy as she thought she would be, and it was a good thing. It meant she could spend more time with the people she personally invited. Like the stunning ex-Prince beside her. Had he been female, she would be horrified to have to stand beside him, but he was not, and she was enjoying the envious looks that most of the passing females were throwing her.

However, Blair noticed that Caspian was becoming quiet, stealing a glance at him, she noticed that his eyes were on a group of people --on a girl, in particular. Curious, and just a little jealous, she spoke to him under her voice, "anyone you'd like to introduce to me?"

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

Reepicheep's intention was to make his appearance at the ball at the request of Caspian and then make an early exit to keep Lucy company as she suffered at the mouth of that useless relative of hers. Even with that in mind, he did decide to fancy up his circlet by adding in a second feather, this one a sunny yellow shade. It wouldn't do much for his reputation to look sloppy in public.

As he scampered along the walls of the room, heading for any familiar face he could find, Reepicheep half expected some unimaginative partygoer to shriek about a mouse attending the festivities. It always seemed to happen here more often than not. It was bad enough that Youko expected him to escort her to this affair. Adding on that irritation was just ridiculous. At least for the most part, Youko was nowhere to be seen, giving Reepicheep a chance to relax and not worry what was the best way to let a lady down without hurting her feelings.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue only noticed the mouse because he was somewhat used to talking mice. Of course most of those mice had riders, when they left their tiny (literally) portion of the farm, and while Rosella was getting a drink and roses, he took a moment to step over to give the mouse knight a nod.

He hoped his powder blue suit wasn't too ridiculous. He had lost weight; he wasn't sure from where, and when he went to put the suit that Emmett had gotten him for Styles and Brocklehurst's wedding on it didn't fit nearly as well as it had almost a year ago.

"Hello," he said, carefully. "I hope you're enjoying the party."

THREADJACK?

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Blair said, as she obviously interrupted the conversation. She had spotted her friend Blue from afar, talking to someone, and thought she should say a brief hi. He had been down in the dumps lately too, and Valentine's Day could be a horrible reminder to the cause.

Nevertheless, a party was no place for mourning. "Blue," she addressed him with a fond smile. "And..." she tried hard to hold back any trace of a wince, "I don't think we've been introduced?" Someone better have a good explanation for this, but at least none of the guests have yet to notice and flee in horror at a talking mouse, with a circlet and a shiny yellow feather. My.

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[toilingprince.livejournal.com]

Char had spent the last few days in quiet, thoughtful, almost intense contemplation. How much could he trust a candy that told him that Ella, of all people, was obedient? He had known the girl long enough to realize her contrariness, her outward sense of sheer stubbornness, her good humor, but never any particular leaning towards obedience. After all, she must have contradicted him at least ten times a day!

But then the thought rested uneasily as a simple dismissible curse. There were so many things that factored towards that possibility. Char knew, of course, that sometimes a very rare person was blessed at birth with a fairy gift, and Ella's own father had received one at his wedding.

Was that what it was? He had been careful with his words, and with her. She was something to him that he could never find the ability to replace, or the desire to want to. So he remained quiet, even at the ball, which was lovely.

Not as lovely as she was. He paused as he stood next to her, his eyes resting on her for a moment.

to the shelter of magnolias;

[compliantly.livejournal.com]

All she knew was that Char had been quiet for the past couple of days, ever since the candy had begun to rain down from the sky. Parties and balls were never really her cup of tea- but she supposed it would be nice to put on a dress and escape the months of drudgery she'd endured under Hattie and Dame Olga.

Part of her was also on the lookout for clues that might hint to the reason behind Char's sudden silence.

She twirled slightly in her dress- she was not a graceful dancer by any means, but merely a serviceable one. For the remainder of the evening, Ella would be imagining that there were balloons taped to her feet, that she was gliding over cracks in the floor.

"Char?"

Mostly for Caspian lulz

[politehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy had almost forgotten the invitation that had come in the mail for this party and almost hadn't come, but it was better than sitting at home and listening to the silence, waiting for the ozone smell of blue lightning to come back. He'd just step in to avoid being rude, see if he knew anybody there, and then go home. No big deal.

What he wasn't really expecting was the finery. It was an unpleasant reminder of the parties he had to crashed as Tony Stark or Johnny Storm with a certain someone he would rather not think about. He had been tending towards tall and broad shoulders lately to help convince people he was doing okay, but felt himself shrink a little in his suit (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d112/theredex/Polychromatic%20Images/ap_burberry_04-1.jpg). What did he think he was doing here again? Maybe he should just leave.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Hello. Did you find a pet for your home," asked a smooth and accented Telmarine voice from this other side in which Teddy wasn't looking, although it wouldn't be Caspian's intention to get the jump on the remaining member of the Young Avengers. Neither did he want to reference the fact that Teddy had been in the City alone for some time now. Caspian may not have said much, but he paid close attention.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

After all the worrying that Rosella had been doing over the past few weeks, it was almost a comfort to worry about something as painfully silly as a dress (http://i44.tinypic.com/2v1qejr.jpg).

It was a nice enough dress, she supposed. Not the sort of thing she'd usually wear to a ball, perhaps, but things were different here than they were back home. And if she had to be stuck here, where rules and expectations were so different, then why shouldn't she take advantage of it while she had the chance? That went for a lot of things, too, and not just dresses.

Still. She'd made up her mind that the only worrying she'd be doing tonight would be about whether or not her mother would be scandalized if she could see her right now, or if she'd somehow ruin the shoes (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/archive/8/81/20080401202927!Glass_slippers_at_Dartington_Crystal.jpg) Rue had gotten her for Christmas. Perfectly normal things for a perfectly normal girl at a perfectly normal party, she told herself as she sipped her drink and took in all the sights of her surroundings. One night of that wouldn't hurt anything.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

"Waiting for your Prince Charming?" Blair asked as she approached the lone girl. She noted that she was wearing wonderful shoes, but she saved the compliment for if and when the conversation almost died. It was not mere socializing, one needed the right strategies to win over someone's favor.

"I'm Blair," she said, offering the girl her hand in introduction.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue managed to wander back over to Rosella, trying his best not to look as miserable as he felt. He had a lovely date who didn't expect romance and it was a nice evening, after all. He pressed his one hand softly against her elbow. "It's pretty tonight, isn't it?"

He managed a smile; quick, wavering, unsure and unsteady, sadder than his mask of neutrality, even though he wasn't aware of it. It wasn't the same Boy Blue that people were used to seeing - it wasn't the same Blue who Cori had once called his Almond Joy. He couldn't force that same genuine smile anymore, he couldn't make that familiar sparkle reignite in his eyes. If there was one thing that the Fable couldn't bring himself to be was wholly dishonest.

Just being here, even with someone as lovely and as kind as Rosella was the most dishonesty that Blue could manage.

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

This little event was becoming a bit more difficult than Reepicheep imagined. See, he promised a certain lady, Rosella to be specific, that he would say hello to her tonight.

There was a slight problem that prevented the little mouse from completing his task: Reepicheep had not the slightest idea what this Rosella looked like and where she was in the ballroom either. Asking every lady at the affair was a daunting task that he was halfway through. Tiring, to say the least, but a promise was a promise. There were a handful of ladies left to question anyway. He could survive that.

"Do excuse me, but would you by any chance be Lady Rosella?" Reepicheep asked the closest one to him, clambering close enough to be heard, but far enough not to get stuck underneath her dress in an ill-mannered fashion.

[tofuinthesky.livejournal.com]

The night found Karolina standing along the wall closest to the exit, nursing a glass of juice in her right hand. As much as she swore to herself she wouldn't come to this party without a Xavin on her arm, Karolina finally gave in when she had to admit that she had nothing else to do with herself. At least she didn't have to beg Blair for it. That was the fastest way to feel even more horrible than she has been for the last two weeks or so.

Still, it was obvious that Karolina felt like the odd woman out. She was underdressed in a white peasant dress (http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00008TYEW.01-A2VRS7MJ55H1GA._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg) when compared to the others; the thought of buying something fancier for occasions like this one never occurred to her. Anyway, being a wallflower tonight sure beat sitting at home having one-sided conversations with her parrot. That got old on her first day back.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Karolina."

She had to know who carried that voice, right? Caspian appeared along the wall, having traversed a sea of people just to get to her. He raised his index finger, indicating he had something else to add to his greeting.

"Before you say anything," like for example, about what he's wearing, "I would like to ask you to dance. Just once."

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[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

So. Crashing parties? Not typically Zach's thing. That said, he found reason to slip away for a bit, camera in hand, and do just that. It wasn't the type of crashing meant to disturb anyone however, and by the time he did arrive, the party was well under way. He didn't mind. Mostly he just wanted to take some pictures of it--of his friends specifically--for himself, and more than that, for them. If there was anything the geek could appreciate, other than video games and computers, it was the way photographs--even digital prints--were able to capture and cement memory in ways that the mind alone sometimes failed at--there was so much to think about after all. Not wanting to stand out, he had thrown on a suit--he wasn't sure why he had it or from where--and rather than the contacts he usually sported, he stuck to his glasses. Glasses somehow seemed to allow people to be more under the radar, or so he felt was the case at school, and this was his only comparison for a social venue.

Spotting Caspian with Blair, he almost choked on laughter. That outfit was special and he didn't need to think about it much to be thoroughly amused. He snapped a couple of shots anyway, and catching the two eldest Pevensies on the dance floor, he took a few pictures of them as well. Not intending to talk to anyone, he was distracted enough that if someone did walk up to him, it would be a surprise. What few parties he had gone to in the past, it had been with great reluctance, and he had only been spoken to at those times either as a courtesy or to be made fun of--not that he cared.

Staring down at his most recent capture on preview screen, he frowned. Blurry. Sigh. Oh well. Deleting it, he brought it to his eye again, attempting another shot, this time a wider perspective of the entire set-up, his reasoning being as simple as: why not? He was already there and not for much longer. He wanted to get back to Claire soon. If anything, the pictures of Caspian would make her laugh--well, he thought so anyway.

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[malleableworld.livejournal.com]

The benefit of being the date of the person who had set up the party was that she had to say hello to everyone, while he didn't have to say hello to anyone who he didn't want to. So while he was abandoned to good manners, he slid up to watch Zach as covertly as he could, a hand to his lips in a signal of nervousness.

Finally, after several minutes of debate, he took a step to the other boy, his shoulders dropping just a touch, his eyes looking halfway at him and halfway away. "Hey," he started quietly. "I didn't know you were coming," he continued, but paused. Because that wasn't awkward enough, he thought angrily to himself. What if this was a dream?

Nate stopped the train of thought there. If it was a dream, he would still talk to Zach, and if it wasn't, then he would manage to talk to Zach. It was how it had to be, for now. He still...he still liked the other boy.

"Are you having fun?" he finally settled on.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue watched Rosella, who was his date, as platonically as a platonic relationship could be. She almost felt like Sarah; part of his family, almost, more than anything else.

He wondered if his misery was obvious on his face. He hoped it wasn't. He didn't want to just be blue, but he couldn't help how he felt. He had never been very good about lying about his feelings, after all.

He took a sip of punch, no alcohol, and sighed.

[commoneresque.livejournal.com]

Spotting Blue, Haruhi made her way over to him quietly, as was her customary way. He seemed down lately, more so than people usually were from day to day and she wondered at that, but was rarely one to pry. Instead, she settled for walking to him, pausing in front of him with a slight smile. This was her duty as a Host Club member, to be here at all, but Blue was her friend and she wanted to say hello either way.

"Hello," she said as wished and rather than asking how he was or what might be wrong, she added, "I didn't know you would be coming."

Open to all, but first tag is Juliet's

[irislover.livejournal.com]

Romeo arrives with his Juliet in a very striking fashion: landing a white Pegasus with red roses and white irises entwined in the strands of his mane at the gates of the building. Cielo doesn’t seem to mind the tresses; he probably guesses he can dine them after the show.

Donning a blue fine robe and wearing a rose and iris as brooches, Romeo offers his arm to Juliet, smiling at the sight of his beloved. To have her close in this celebration of love brings an inexplicably warmth in his cold chest. The joy of love and being loved. His eyes wander from Juliet to admire the luxurious layout of the party; he breathes longingly, reminding that night they both met for second time and fell in love.

“This brings pleasant memories,” he begins to say, “That night, I would have liked to dance with you before you fled from the Keep.”

(ooc; Sorry to be late! ;_;)

[iris-scented.livejournal.com]

She cannot help but let her eyes wander, for the last time she had been to such a gathering had seemed like it was ages ago. Dressing like a boy and hiding who she was had not given her time to do what was normal for a girl her age, but she wasn't a normal girl either.

Accepting his arm, Juliet walks by his side. The city had told her what this holiday was, both the people and some reading on her own. So many things were similar to home, and yet there were so many things that were very different. Her eyes turn to Romeo has he speaks, giving a small smile for she remembers that night very well.

"Maybe- tonight then, Romeo," she says softly, for that night she had not been as she was today, they had not been as they were today.