09 ± [location: the Northern Island] I'm gonna dance all Dance Hall everyday
The Sweetheart's Festival was an old one from Gillikin, a holiday to celebrate warmth and affection in the midst of winter's chill. Glitch had been thrilled to discover that it coincided nicely with the Otherside's Valentine's Day and set about planning a soirée, which almost immediately got more complicated than he'd intended.
He'd just wanted a few people to carry around trays with flutes of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, but apparently once one let a couple Extras in more were sure to follow. There were footmen to escort people to the ballroom, a herald to announce them, a string quartet in the main hall and, much to Glitch's chagrin, a valet in the gent's room. At least he'd been able to shoo away the fleet of decorators - politely, as they'd done an excellent job. Tables and chairs were arranged at one end of the room, leaving plenty of space for dancing and mingling.
Dressed in his old festival suit (which fit a bit more loosely than it once had), the clock tucked safely in his waistcoat pocket, he gazed up at the massive portrait of himself and the queen in the main hall and sighed heavily. It had been fifteen annuals since the palace had hosted an event of this sort, with a lot of grief and fear in between then and now.
"Too late to back out now, right?" Glitch murmured. "Right. All right, just just let this go well. Please go well."
He turned and with a flash of poppy-embellished coattails went to find DG. The least he could do to prevent disaster was to make sure the princess was properly escorted.
[ooc: Valentine's party is up relatively early, but fret not about tagging late! Here is the Northern Island's wiki page for reference. HAVE A BALL, GUYS!]
He'd just wanted a few people to carry around trays with flutes of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, but apparently once one let a couple Extras in more were sure to follow. There were footmen to escort people to the ballroom, a herald to announce them, a string quartet in the main hall and, much to Glitch's chagrin, a valet in the gent's room. At least he'd been able to shoo away the fleet of decorators - politely, as they'd done an excellent job. Tables and chairs were arranged at one end of the room, leaving plenty of space for dancing and mingling.
Dressed in his old festival suit (which fit a bit more loosely than it once had), the clock tucked safely in his waistcoat pocket, he gazed up at the massive portrait of himself and the queen in the main hall and sighed heavily. It had been fifteen annuals since the palace had hosted an event of this sort, with a lot of grief and fear in between then and now.
"Too late to back out now, right?" Glitch murmured. "Right. All right, just just let this go well. Please go well."
He turned and with a flash of poppy-embellished coattails went to find DG. The least he could do to prevent disaster was to make sure the princess was properly escorted.
[ooc: Valentine's party is up relatively early, but fret not about tagging late! Here is the Northern Island's wiki page for reference. HAVE A BALL, GUYS!]