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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

[thewildone]

[Curtis stares up at Dulcine for a moment, then looks around to make sure no one else is watching. He grins and mumbles something that may be:]

Not nearly drunk enough.

[..though it's hard to tell between the fact that he slurs his words together and has an incredibly thick accent.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I know that feeling.

Not to pry, but is there a particular reason you're locked in a cage?

[thewildone]

Eh, it's a living.

[Curtis waves his hand around vaguely.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcine sits herself down beside the cage, her skirts puffing out around her like an extremely blue and silky cupcake.]

So... you're supposed to hang out in a cage and jump out and scare people? That's the entertainment?

I used to get that for free everyday before I came here.

[thewildone]

M'supposed to be the Wolfman. Abandoned in the woods and raised by wolves, all that. Not supposed to talk, so don't tell anyone, okay?

[He winks and taps his nose.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I'm very good at secrets.

[SHE ISN'T]

That must get boring after a while.

[thewildone]

Sometimes...but it usually beats being out on the streets. And anyway, I like the howling. That part is fun.