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Masquerade!
When; The evening of February 12th
Rating; G - PG-13 (if your thread goes higher than that, please tag it as such!)
Characters; Anyone and everyone in the City
Summary; Everyone in the City will also receive an invitation to the Doge's Palace (no, not that doge, the other one--probably...) for a masquerade on the evening on February 12th. Come in your finest finery and come masked--after all, anything one does while wearing a mask can be forgiven, as one is not oneself behind a mask♥
Note; This is the mingle log for the masquerade ball tonight! It is being posted early due to the threat of icy weather and attendant power outages in my area (which would mean this post might not go up at all if there's no precious, precious internet). So apologies for the earliness, but please enjoy~
Log; The City is transformed, with streets made into canals, with arched bridges and narrow alleyways along those canals. Gondoliers are singing as their boats drift along. Flowers seem to bloom from every wall and window. The City is a marvel.
Not least of all is the palace on Misery Square, just near the Cathedral. Where did it come from? Who can say? But it is well-known that this is the place for the evening's masquerade.
Let the liveried servants escort you in to the lavish ballroom decorated all in red and gold and lit by hundreds of candles. There is music, because there must be, and food and drink, and balconies and corners and cooler rooms aside into which one can slip if one needs such a place.
Just remember to wear your finest finery and to wear a mask. You don't have a mask? Not to worry: the master of his house is generous in many ways. There are masks to be had at the door if you haven't worn your own (and there are many shops in which to find such treasures today).
So, what will you do first? Find someone with whom to dance? Try to determine who that might be behind that mask? Plot and scheme (because ballrooms lend themselves to that)? Fall in love?
A romantic evening, truly.
Rating; G - PG-13 (if your thread goes higher than that, please tag it as such!)
Characters; Anyone and everyone in the City
Summary; Everyone in the City will also receive an invitation to the Doge's Palace (no, not that doge, the other one--probably...) for a masquerade on the evening on February 12th. Come in your finest finery and come masked--after all, anything one does while wearing a mask can be forgiven, as one is not oneself behind a mask♥
Note; This is the mingle log for the masquerade ball tonight! It is being posted early due to the threat of icy weather and attendant power outages in my area (which would mean this post might not go up at all if there's no precious, precious internet). So apologies for the earliness, but please enjoy~
Log; The City is transformed, with streets made into canals, with arched bridges and narrow alleyways along those canals. Gondoliers are singing as their boats drift along. Flowers seem to bloom from every wall and window. The City is a marvel.
Not least of all is the palace on Misery Square, just near the Cathedral. Where did it come from? Who can say? But it is well-known that this is the place for the evening's masquerade.
Let the liveried servants escort you in to the lavish ballroom decorated all in red and gold and lit by hundreds of candles. There is music, because there must be, and food and drink, and balconies and corners and cooler rooms aside into which one can slip if one needs such a place.
Just remember to wear your finest finery and to wear a mask. You don't have a mask? Not to worry: the master of his house is generous in many ways. There are masks to be had at the door if you haven't worn your own (and there are many shops in which to find such treasures today).
So, what will you do first? Find someone with whom to dance? Try to determine who that might be behind that mask? Plot and scheme (because ballrooms lend themselves to that)? Fall in love?
A romantic evening, truly.
Open; | ROLLS IN FASHIONABLY LATE
Some of them have been more memorable than others, certainly; there was one she only vaguely remembers, long ago, when she'd attended a gala of red roses with Blue at her side, and despite the lingering heartache that had tinged the whole thing with melancholy, they'd really rather had a time of it, even so. Others are fresher in her mind--another time when they'd seen the canals of Venice and all come together behind masks, just as they are tonight.
The dress and mask she's wearing tonight are familiar ones; at the top of her head is perched her crown (arranged elegantly atop her done-up blonde hair), and peeking out from beneath the hems of her skirts are her familiar old glass slippers, still as full of memories as the day she first slipped them on.
But something's gotten into her tonight, it seems. Where normally she's fond of immersing herself in the dancing and merriment, traipsing around to take in all the sights and seek to spot a friendly face behind the parade of elegant masks, tonight she's looking around at the decor with a fresh and, some might even say inspired, eye.
Parties are something she's always associated with her mother, and later (equally fondly) with Blair Waldorf. And she's always modestly demurred when the topic came up, insisting that such things are simply beyond her skill.
Tonight, though, she almost feels as though that's changed.
Tonight, she's as much Princess Rosella of the City as she is Princess Rosella of Daventry, and something about the grandeur has set her scheming even as she makes her way about the floor and waits to see if a friendly gentleman might appear with a request for a dance.]
ROLLS OVER
She comes over in her golden dress with her golden shoes and on her finger there is a ring that was not there before. A diamond ring, the diamond in the center black, but it's clearly an engagement ring.]
Rosella.
TONIGHT WE ORCHESTRATE ALL THE WEDDINGS
[She wore gold herself, once, on a night like this when she wanted to feel rather like a queen; watching Saya approach in her lovely gold and gold with that black, black hair, she muses that it really suits Saya better.
There's something poetic there, some lesson about being who she is and feeling comfortable in it (in her crown and her slippers and her princess pink), but she doesn't dwell on it because she's too busy smiling.]
Good evening! My, you look lovely! [Beat.] You're not, er...cold at all, are you?
[MUST SHE FETCH YOU A SHAWL OR PERHAPS A CLOAK OF SOME VARIETY.]
ROSELLA HAS BEEN WAITING HER WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS MOMENT
[And she doesn't look cold, although she is. She reaches over, as if to adjust something, in Rosella's hair or her dress, but no. It's quite neat.]
You've turned out so beautiful tonight. The pink suits you.
[Just because Saya doesn't wear pink doesn't mean she doesn't like it on Rosella.]
Look.
Robert got me this. This morning.
[And here. The first person to know (at least from Saya's side)]
SHE IS GOING TO GO SO OVERBOARD WITH THIS
Ah, but no wonder she's in such a good mood.]
Why, Miss Saya!
[It only takes her a second, mostly due to the color of the diamond, but then it hits her and suddenly she's grinning.]
Oh--my goodness, how lovely! Why, you must be so very excited, congratulations! Oh, I'm so happy for you!
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[She smiles a bit and it's warm, for a moment, even under her gilded mask]
It was very early. You were still asleep.
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[She's always liked the thought of Saya having people to be close to, after all, and things that make her happy, so much the better.]
And of course you'll be having a wedding, then! Have you thought of where to hold it?
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But I know him.
[She knows how much it means to him, religion, even if he says it doesn't.]
Maybe the cathedral.
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[Hmmm.]
And it'd be so lovely if you had a dress with a long train, and perhaps arches along the main aisle with flowers woven in...
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Are you going to plan my wedding?
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[At least she has the decency to look sheepish.]
Really, I'm sure whatever you do will be just lovely. And of course I'd very much like to be present for it, if you'll remember me when you send out the invitations?
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[She says it with a slightly abstract air.]
I'll make sure the dresses are very fashionable.
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[...Hopefully the fashionable will not extend to the sort of ridiculous heels that make it nigh-impossible to walk in them...]
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[Saya's smile is almost, almost pleased.]
OMG IT'S A ROSELLA
Oh my god, Rosella? You look... [like there should be bowing or something here] ...wow. I had better adjectives a second ago, sorry!
I ARISE LIKE THE MAJESTIC PHOENIX
Penny? Oh, hello, Penny! How lovely to see you! Are you having a good time?
/basks in your glorious light
You too! And yeah, I'm... it's a great party. It feels kind of weird, though, doesn't it? I mean, with the fancy ball and the Anonymous Group building their door and everything.
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I suppose it does, really. I hadn't thought about it too much until you said so just now, but...well, I suppose I had been thinking about how long it's been, a bit. Just...being in the City and coming to balls like this and all that. It seems like so long ago that I was so eager to get home, and now I can hardly imagine anything but the way things are here, day to day.
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How long've you been here, Rosella?
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This coming August, it'll be six whole years here in the City. Isn't that wonderfully strange? I was seventeen when I first came, and it's been all that time since then.
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I always did think that if there were a time when I'd go home, it'd be in March. That's when Alexander came for me the last time, and it's when I always rather expect him a bit...though I've mostly stopped anticipating it the way that I used to by now.
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It'd be so weird, though, going home after all that time. I know we're not supposed to remember the City if we go home, but don't you think that part of you would still remember some of it? At least in dreams? I mean, I can't imagine five and a half years just disappearing.