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[surprais-bear.livejournal.com]

WHEN: Sunday, May 22 - 20:00 / 8 p.m.!
SUMMARY: courtesy of the most recent curse, the local Palace has dressed up as its Versailles equivalent. Citizens are cordially invited to the ball: come one, debauch all!



On tonight's ball agenda:
{
the introduction of attending nobility and other figures of note;
dancing;
card games;
a brief sample of magic - the interested may take the time to dab in the emerging fashion of Mesmerism afterwards;
midnight fireworks!
}

Comments

Euphemia and Suzaku | open | anytime

[deadly_legacy]

[Attending a cursed ball when you are uncursed is possibly not the best of ideas, but it seemed like such a nice opportunity for dancing with Suzaku and celebrating Lelouch's return to the City.

Dressed in an elaborate gown, Euphie and her knight enjoy the ball.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[Two people? Whatever. He can do this. He'll show his vamp-dad.

Come shows up in the middle of their conversation or whatever it is they're doing.]

Hey! Hullo. Do either of you wanna dance?

Dulcine DesRosiers | Open!

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[The Baronne du Fontette is enjoying herself thoroughly. Her husband is nowhere to be found, and her lover is making the usual rounds, introducing himself to the right people. More importantly, Dulcine is on her second glass of champagne of the evening, and nibbling at a French pastry with a little less delicacy than those around her. She is wearing, very possibly, the fluffiest dress possible, (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/82/Madame_de_Pompadour.jpg) covered in bows and roses. Her hair is powdered pink and piled on her head, decorated with an ornamental birdcage complete with silk bluebird. Her eyes are bright, always scanning the room for the next unwilling dance partner.]

Re: Dulcine DesRosiers | Open!

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[Masked stranger in black passes by, masked stranger tips his hat to the lady, because he's a gentleman.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[One minutes, Côme isn't beside her, and the next, he is.]

That's not a real bird, is it? Cos that's not very convenient, is it? A bird on your head? In a cage on your head. Not actually on your head, cos that'd be even worse--okay, it's not real, it hasn't moved. Or it's dead. You know y' need t' feed birds, don't you?

Stephane Stile | Open

[totallyinaband]

[Stephane is standing in the corner, balancing a tray of champagne glasses expertly on one arm. He is dressed in the uniform of the palace servants, his long hair combed back and neatly tied in a bow. Slightly terrifying for those you may remember him un-cursed, he is completely clean-shaven.

Stephane has a lot of experience serving the nobles in Versailles, since he's been doing it his entire life. He knows that once the drinking starts, it usually won't stop until the sun comes up again.

This looks to be a long night.]

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

You do look delighted to be here.

Re: Stephane Stile | Open

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lady Lucina has a good deal of experience with parties like this and in general, nobles bore her. They're stuffy and concerned entirely too much with propriety if you ask her opinion. They do throw very pretty balls with very pretty people though and that's of Lucy's interest. She's danced until she's breathless, not a difficult feat when she's tightly corested in this (http://madameguillotine.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/57-83-22a-b_side_cp4.jpg) dress. She catches sight of Stephane with a tray full of champagne and flounces over to him, breath recovered at the idea of a pretty servant boy no one here would approve of and a tray of champagne. She takes a glass, smiles mischievously and winks]

Such a dull evening but it does seem to be looking up.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[CHAMPAGNE. Champagne carried by a person. Two options. Right now. Come swoops up and grabs a glass, drinking half of it in one go.]

What's your name?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

The doors atop the stairs leading down to the ballroom open to reveal Amélia and Romain. She is dressed in a pale pink gown of the best silk while he wears a dark green frock coat with pink waistcoat and light-coloured breeches, from equally grand quality.

Her hair, as opposed to the wig one might expect, is piled elegantly on her head, with strands of red cascading over her shoulders. This lack of... formal attire, if one might call the lack of wig that, is reason enough for the porter tasked with announcing the attending nobility to hesitate the briefest of seconds; he is clearly not used yet to this particular couple. He catches himself quickly enough, however, and announces them.

"Amélie d'Étang, marquesse de Lendemain, vicomtesse d'Hier and Romain Guillaume, écuyer, vicomte d'Hier."

And thus introduced, they begin to descend the stairs.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Hello again! Fancy seeing you here!"

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Stares, atonished, at Amélie-- while at the same time doing his level best to pretend he is not. Maybe tonight won't be completely horrible after all.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[Come accosts the two of them before they've had time to do much. Good. Amelie. She's always good for a lark. Her husband...not so much, but he's not important.]

Will the two of you dance wi' me? Or just Amelie'd be alright.

Vicente Valtieri | Open

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[It's just after sundown, and Vicente has infiltrated the palace ball, and is being inconspicuous. His normal outfit has been exchanged for period attire, though still black. He's also wearing a face-obscuring mask, even though it's not required for this particular ball. He is still a vampire and an assassin, and is pulling off the Dark Stranger look.

He's keeping mingling to a minimum, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike at his target. His knife is well-hidden within his outfit.

For now, he just needs to blend in. Chat a little, and maybe even dance.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

That's mysterious. [Come springs upon him, essentially.] Was it a masquerade and I missed that bit in the invitation?

Kidnapping Fodder | Open, Pre-Abduction | Otherwise, Closed to Spies

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

[Who is that young man, a casual observer might ask, standing with perfect posture and an equally perfect blank expression on his face beneath one of the relatively quiet archways in the ballroom? Oh, him, that's the young son of the duke - you know, the one they call the prodigy? They say his father has the ear of the king...as much as anyone can have it, that is. They say he's a remarkably gifted lad, too. His instructors marvel at his talents; quite possibly he's been brought here to demonstrate them to His Majesty, should the opportunity arise.

How strange to think a youth of that caliber could seem so incredibly bored, with everything that lies in store for him in his future.

And how strange that he doesn't seem eager to win the favor of all these powerful people surrounding him, but instead simply watches through dark, calculating eyes from his corner of the room.

Oh, well. Children should be seen and not heard, after all.]

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Noé Dorain du Petit stands against a wall, arms crossed, looking around with palpable anxiety. Every gaze he tries to meet avoids his, and it's really no wonder why-- for one of noble birth, he looks just about as ill-suited to be here as is humanly possible. His clothing, taken piece by piece, is elegant; but as a whole his ensemble looks mismatched and thoroughly objectionable. He has got no wig to speak of, though his unruly hair has been chaotically pulled back and clubbed at his nape. His decidedly slouched posture is doing nothing to help matters.

There are those who didn't especially want him here to begin with, and he glares daggers at them in between forlornly seeking attention from anyone and everyone else.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephane notices Noe from across the room, and carefully maneuvers himself over, with the pretense of serving people on the other side of the room. Once he's sure he's close enough to speaking with being heard, he casually crosses behind the young man and uses his best 'ignore me, I'm a servant, I'm not even here' voice.]

Enjoying yourself?

Curtis the Wolfman | Outside | Open

[thewildone]

[It's a big night for Curtis the Wolfman. He has been promised that if he just eats some raw meat in front of the nobles and howls when appropriate, he will be given brandy and let out of this cage for a while. There was a time, at the beginning of this charade, when Curtis pocketed his cut of the profits in a non-liquid form and secretly carried a copy of the key, but that seems like a long time ago now. He can no longer be trusted not to wander off, and he no longer has the energy or sobriety to insist on his rights. Instead, he curls up on a dirty pile of straw, clad in not much more than a fur loincloth and a collar, waiting for an audience.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcine taking in a little air during the party (too much champagne - never good to combine with heels and a corset) when she sees the cage just out of the corner of her eye. She remembers hearing about some great curiosity being brought to the party. Last time it had been a lion, which was extremely excellent. She gathers up her skirts, and tries to tip-toe her way towards the cage to get a better look at what might be inside.]

Myrnin || Open

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

[Lord Myrnin is in his element. This is precisely the sort of thing he loves. He's dressed to the nines, cascades of lace adorn his bottle green velvet suit. His shoes are heeled and he's wearing an elaborate powdered wig. He has a glass of champagne in one hand perpetually, often sloshing a bit over the edge of the glass as he gestures with it while speaking.]

[antimonycarver.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Poor Antimony. Shoved into the most upsetting (http://www.aonel.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/600x600/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/b/a/bak8777-aonel-1.jpg) ball-gown (http://www.aonel.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/600x600/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/b/a/bak8777-aonel-2.jpg) and standing next to a table of refreshments is not how she would have preferred to spend her evening, but palace duties are palace duties. She looks outside one of the windows closest to her, longing to be in the fresh air rather than stuck in the ballroom of the palace watching the girls in their powdered wigs waltz around like frosted dolls on display. She sighs, and flutters her fan. Red ringlets go flying, and her shoulders slump.

She's never going to get a hang of this thing.



[ooc; sorry for copypasta fail. I put way more thought into this dress than I should have.]</sub>

[ex_tessen852]

[Suki was in an equally annoying gown, and right now was in need of a hiding spot. She really didn't want to be in this place at all. It felt like she was going to faint, so she made her way to one of the windows, hoping to go unnoticed. When she reached the window, she couldn't help but notice another girl with a fan. Suki eyed the fan for a moment.]

Do... do you mind?

open | backdating encouraged and likely ^^;;

[team_sociopath]

[This boy is a boy who probably shouldn't be here. It's not quite that he looks out of place-- Tommy cleans up nicely, really, pressed into a suitably dressy uniform and stuck in a discreet corner of the ballroom until he's needed to serve. But somehow he doesn't seem like he belongs; he slouches too much, and even a viciously thorough scrubbing hasn't quite taken away the warm, dusty scent of hay.

It's not Tommy's fault that one of the proper Palace serving-boys has a big mouth and a black eye. Except, well, one of those two things is his fault, and this is both his punishment and his atonement. Others might be thrilled to worm their way into the grand ball; Tommy would much, much rather be somewhere else, without a senior waiter glaring at him all night.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey, another servant boy. Time to try and irritate vamp-dad some more.]

You look bored. D'you wanna dance?

Côme || Open

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[Côme comes from a potentially long line of 'eccentrics'. Which means he's come to the ball dressed rather like a fop. A fop who doesn't know how fashion works. Ruffles and colours are EVERYWHERE. And he had a wig at one point but he stuck it onto a pot because it looked funny. Pots need hair.

He hasn't stood still for more than 5 seconds the entire night.]

Re: Côme || Open

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

[Myrnin has kept track of where Come is, at least somewhat. He approaches his son with a beaming smile]

Having a good time?

Rosella de Brus | Open

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[It's with a touch of regret that Rosella, Princesse Royale of Daventry (and other assorted titles) enters the ballroom that night; Versailles is an unspeakably beautiful place, and the gala has brought that beauty to its peak. It's almost a shame she has plans and schemes on her mind that prevent her from enjoying the dazzling array to its fullest.

But when it comes down to it, she isn't here for a merry time. She's here in her finest dress and most exquisite jewelry because alliances must be forged, favor must be won; everything possible must be done to assure the security of her country and the transition of power between her father and brother. Enjoying the delights is merely a secondary concern.

And so she smiles and nods, watching for familiar faces, speaking charmingly and earning what favors she can, and silently keeps a tally of how far she's managed to progress in the meantime.]

Re: Rosella de Brus | Open

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[Hm, Princesse Rosella. She is not the one he is keeping his eye out for, but she may prove useful. Hopefully she is not too put off by the black attire and face-concealing mask.

Vicente casually comes up to her, making it seem like he just happened to be passing by, and tips his hat to her.]

Good evening, mademoiselle.

Kohaku / Open

[violence-violin.livejournal.com]

[During a break from playing in the orchestra, Kohaku has taken his time to look around in the ballroom. All the nobles in here pretty much disgust him and his facial expression is therefor not very pleasant.
But he's still looking around interestedly. He's a spie after all]