The Ball Mass Log

[betrayedbynpc]

· WHO: Everyone Ever
· WHAT: The Ball Mass Log
· WHERE: The Ballroom
· WHEN: December 19th, Early Night and Late Night
· HOW: On-going. Massive.

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At the Bar

[shocking_sadist]

Ah, this was the life. This was something she could pretend to enjoy. Not that she was one to pretend to have emotions, it was usually habit for her. And habit told her that this was a very good thing.

She sat at one of the stools by the bar, legs crossed and a glass of very expensive wine in one hand. Idly she watched the proceedings around here, bothered by the ghostly servants and keeping more of her attention on the guests.

((Reference for what she's wearing: http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.65921768.jpg))

Re: At the Bar

[chosen_wind]

Linaly moved about the room in a long blue dress, trying not to trip. She stared in wonder at the pale, translucent servants, wondering how in the world they managed to, well, serve. "Excuse me--are you a spirit?" she asked one, but he ignored her to continue straightening the table.

How very strange... Linaly headed towards the bar, where there were plenty of glasses being poured and attended by another ghostly servant. "Excuse me," Linaly said as she approached, but he seemed too absorbed in glass-cleaning to notice.

"Have they talked to you?" Linaly asked the blonde woman sitting with a glass of wine in her hand.

[shocking_sadist]

Larxene only spared a glance to the girl, taking another sip. Sometimes she forgot the amount of children there seemed to be in this house.
"I don't talk to them, so why should they talk to me?" she responded, looking off in some other direction. They were ghost. Ghost servants. Why would she waste her time trying to communicate with them? The living residents would be much more fun.

[chosen_wind]

"To find out what they are," said Linaly simply, not picking up Larxene's disdain. "They look like they're spirits, but if they can hear me they're ignoring me. It's very strange."

Her gaze remained on the ghostly barman and his co-workers. "There has to be some way to attract their attention..." she said, mostly to herself.

Wallflower is a grump

[cruxignis]

Seifer had been absolutely determined to avoid these shenanigans. And yet, he found himself in the ballroom attending anyway, partly out of boredom, partly out of curiosity, but mostly out of a lack of anything better to do. He could sit alone and grump in his room, or he could put on the stupid suit that the house gave him and go pretend to be social.

Maybe something interesting would happen, a clue as to what's behind in this mess of a place. Of course it would probably just be something horrid like with the nightmare. That seemed the most likely outcome. He sighed and leaned against the wall, sipping idly at the wine one of the strangely almost-transparent-but-not servants gave him.

"Probably poisoned... ah well it's good at least."

((OOC: And I'm too lazy to pick out a suit, so we'll just assume he has one.))

[cruxignis]

Seifer rose an eyebrow and turned to look at the woman, then the eyebrow went higher. She had... bunny ears? What?

"Who knows, this place hasn't been known for it's niceness." She must be new. He was trying very hard not to stare at the ears too long. Failing miserably, but trying. Oh look the floor is suddenly very fascinating. Not as fascinating as her ears but perhaps slightly more polite. Slightly.

[andliesiweave]

Balthier was anything but self-conscious. He always carried himself with a cocky, self-assured air. A trait partially owed to years of living in Archades, though you would be hard pressed to get him to admit it. Captive bird he might have been, but he practically radiated in this setting

[andliesiweave]

"I'm not sure 'incredible' is the term I would give it, although for you I imagine it must be," he laughed, "a more refreshing attitude than your sister's." He said it teasingly, aimed towards Fran without her presence. Such was the nature of their relationship.

Balthier cast a look out at the proper area of the room. "I wonder if anyone will be at ease enough to make this what they are trying. I'm not even sure if we ought to be."

[cold_iron_soul]

Konishi glanced around the room, sipping a glass of wine. Her eyes lingered on the rather... unusual staff; she shouldn't have been surprised that they didn't seem to be quite all there, but they were still interesting, if only because the obvious conclusion was something that simply didn't happen in her world.

She lingered next to one of the pillars for a moment, content just to watch, at least for now.

((OOC: Pretend she has a nice dress, because I'm fashion illiterate.))

[kyokomogami]

Kyoko moved to the side from where she'd been standing raptly listening to the music, inching closer to the pretty blond woman. Her eyes never left the shining dance floor, flitting from servants to balcony to chandelier and clearly off in her own world. Kyoko's brain Lala drug output = 98%. This was obviously the kind of soiree a rich young lady would attend! And even if she had to do it in the costume from Sho's stupid PV she didn't care!! She wouldn't let thoughts of that jerk taint a beautiful experience!! Which was why the poor unsuspecting woman beside her would find her now sidling up and lifting a hand to stage whisper at her (it was a little too loud to whisper quietly and still be heard) "It's just like a fairytail!! Did you know there's princesses and ninja princesses here?!"

[cold_iron_soul]

Konishi raised an eyebrow. "Ninja princesses?"

She couldn't say she was entirely surprised, though. After all, there was at least one person left in this house besides her who wasn't quite as alive as they could have been - surely princesses and ninjas would be easy.

[kyokomogami]

Kyoko took a moment longer to oogle the vision of pure unadulterated fantasy in front of her before turning to Konishi and clasping her hands at her breast, quivering with excitement. "Yes, she's very nice!"

[pinkoptimism]

Aerith entered the ballroom, wearing the dress that she had discovered laying neatly in her room just hours ago. Her flowing brown hair that was generally confined in a single long braid was freed from its constraint. However, her ribbon remained tied around a single thin braid that laid over her shoulder across her breast. A parasol had leaned against her bed when she had awoken that morning to find the dress. She opted to bring it to the ball as it seemed to add to the overall effect of the outfit. Surrounding Aerith was an aroma of flowers, courtesy of the various soaps, shampoos, and perfumes that had appeared in the bathroom

[hauntedrequiem]

Cloud was willing to admit that he felt more than a little uncomfortable in the clothes that had been chosen for him. They were far from what he would have picked out for himself, even for a formal event such as this. He never had any reason to dress up in anything more than a nice shirt and a pair of trousers that Tifa would pick out for him, making sure they were ironed and laid out carefully on his bed. He hadn't been sure he even knew how to tie a tie, much less put on properly.

But he had told Aerith that he wanted to see her in her new dress. And he had promised to show her the clothes he had been given in return. It was with this in mind that he had finally pushed himself up off of his dusty bed that afternoon, showering and dressing carefully, using the new shampoo and products that he found when he had entered the bathroom.

He may have felt silly and uncomfortable, but he had to admit that the suit fit him well, even if the shoes were a little hard to get used to. He was far to used to his sturdy boots and the low topped

[pinkoptimism]

The search that Aerith had began was certainly a difficult one, yet her determination did not falter. Having only briefly interacted with a handful of people within the house, she was never truly able to realize how many people there truly were. That is, up until now. After turning her head, scanning the crowd for people she knew, Aerith came a cross a pair of familiar sky blue eyes and the matching blond hair. She noticed that he was already attempting to maneuver through the crowd. A warm smile formed as she awaited Cloud to reach her.

[hauntedrequiem]

Moving through the crowd of people was difficult, even for someone who was as skilled at avoiding people as he was. He hadn't, up until that moment, been aware that there were so many people living in the house. It always felt so big and empty. But maybe it felt empty because it was so big. Either way, he was happy when he finally managed to maneuver through the crowd, reaching her quickly once he made his way out of the crowd. His smile grew slightly as his eyes traveled down her, taking in the dress slowly. It looked different now than it had earlier, the color somehow warmer, the fabric sparkling slightly under the dimmer lighting. It took him a minute, but his eyes finally reached hers, noting the warm smile that she still had on her face. It was the same one she always had with him it seemed, but it always made him feel the same way. "I was right." He said quietly. "It does look good on you."