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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

[totallyinaband]

Thank you.

Enjoying yourself tonight?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Not really. [She takes a sip of her champagne] Everyone here is boring.

[totallyinaband]

So I've heard.

[Stephane has minimal interaction with the nobles, but little of it could be called boring. Most of it involves avoiding injury/molestation.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

But there's champagne and I get to wear a pretty dress. [She upends her glass of champagne and starts on the other] So what do you do for fun?

[totallyinaband]

Fun isn't exactly a large portion of what I do here.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Well come on. Ditch the tray and let's go have fun.

[totallyinaband]

[Say what now?]

Sorry?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

The tray. Leave it here. We'll find some place more fun than this.

[totallyinaband]

[Oh god. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM? DOES HE GIVE OFF SOME SORT OF 'FUCK ME' VIBE?]

I sort of have a job to do.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

A job you don't like and that bores you.

[totallyinaband]

It doesn't mean that it's not still my job.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

And haven't you ever just wanted to slack off?