We've got stars directing our fate, and we're praying it's not too late. [Party-Thread]

[bloodrunsdeeper]

[[OOC: Okay, kids. Have your Christmas Ball. ^^ Given that 'tis the season for traveling and holiday stress, you can probably expect the whole kaboodle to be slowtimed to Hell, but the important thing is that it's here for you to throw your kids in. Mix and mingle, make new friends, and have fun! Remember, this takes place on December 24, so any

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[scorching_black]

Sirius Black is alternating between the dance floor and the mistletoe.

He's a 17-year-old boy. Of course he wants to get snogged.

Pretty girls are welcome, pretty boys even more so.

[paradoxkitten]

How about a pretty Schro? Who doesn't really subscribe to "boy" and "girl" categories, despite his use of male pronouns (for your convenince!); he's wearing an elaborate brocade and lace dress and quite a bit of makeup, so people who see him are welcome to draw their own conclusions.

And he's just found a Sirius under the mistletoe.

"You know, if you're going to stand under parasitic vegetation, some people might get the wrong idea." Schro remarks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

He's offering Sirius a graceful out in case he's freaked out by the ~boy-in-a-dress... But no one said he can't get a bit of a squirm out of him if he is the type to get freaked out.

[scorching_black]

Sirius grins amicably. "Nice dress. And who says there's a wrong conclusion to draw?"

[paradoxkitten]

Hmm. That's one test passed. And he's cute.

"Thank you," Schro says, with a graceful smile and a very slight, only mildly ironic curtsy. "And the problem there is, you never know what kind of people cute boys under mistletoe might attract."

Schro's such an innocent little necromancer, he is. Really.

[charminglioness]

Lily Evans has been dragged, mostly against her will, to the dance, and is wearing a floofy red dress.

She's pretty self-conscious, what with her new wings hanging out and all; she's mostly hiding by the food (and surreptitiously using magic to change her water into champagne as she drinks it).

[savesomelight]

The dress Piper is wearing is made of so much dork, which happens when you have no idea what to wear to a formal occasion and you just pick something at random.

She's shy and not really ready to let herself get exposed to all the ZOMGNEWPEOPLE just yet, so... She's sticking to familiar people. Mostly Aubrey, but for the moment, she's rushing at Lily... And by rushing, the narration means she's sort of scampering over to her like being near a familiar person is the safe zone.

"You look as nervous as I feel," she murmurs quietly.

[charminglioness]

"I hate parties like this, I'm homesick, and I should be on my honeymoon right now," Lily murmurs back, and drains her drink.

"You look cute."

[savesomelight]

Piper makes a very discontented face and murmurs an apology, ducking her head and helping herself to some punch with nothing really constructive or helpful to add to that.

She flushes at the compliment and turns back. "Oh thanks. I feel like such a dork. Everyone's wearing such... Elegant dresses. I feel like a kid playing dress-up. You look beautiful. I love your dress."

[radiantsoldier]

Elena, for her part, is in a black strapless number with a flowing skirt allowing enough freedom of movement for her to fight in it if she has to.

Romana bought her the dress, what seems like ages ago, over her protests that she was never going to have a chance to wear it, and tonight... Well, she has the chance, but it's a kind of bittersweet occasion, just for that.

She's currently helping herself to some punch, and trying not to look too out of place. Yeah, she can dress up pretty. have her hair done up, be wearing makeup for once, but... She's an archangel, not a socialite.

[theshameofcain]

The problem with these parties, most people find, is that there are a great deal of people who consider 'parties' to be 'of the devil.' Bambi wouldn't have even come if it weren't for the fact that she's an Angel of Knowledge and whether they like it or not, angels like her are just drawn to places where things might be happening.

For once, she actually looks pretty even if her dress is rather standard- white to match her wings with something of a Greecian style to it. The wings, in question are pressed to her back in the angel equivalent of a dog with their ears drawn flat against their skull.

"I think these parties would be better if there weren't so many people around," she mutters conversationally in Elena's general direction as she helps herself to some of the finger foods.

[radiantsoldier]

"I hear ya there," Elena mutters back. "Of course, whoever thought sticking a bunch of archangels and demons together and telling them to play nice was a great way to kick off the peace..." She smiles, and shifts into Professional Voice. "But then, I'm hardly one to question a First Angel."

[theshameofcain]

"Kyoto Accords, in the 1500's," Bambi recites off the top of her head like a good old-fashioned Angel of Knowledge. "The Neqa'el and First Angel warlords made peace, drew up the territorial lines, and had whatever passed for a party in 14th Century Japan, which I guess just means they had a fuckload of sake and partied like heathens. The Kyoto Accords are still in effect to this day."

She sips her punch with a bit of disdain. "They, of course, had alcohol. There's the real question. Who the hell throws a party like this and doesn't serve alcohol?"

[thecellsiam]

Aubrey is standing rather awkwardly in a corner, nursing a cup of punch like it was alcoholic (and probably wishing it was) and wearing a disgruntled expression. Xe doesn't like suits, nor does xe like large crowds, and this is kind of reminding xem of the formal dinners NATA threw at conferences.

Xe's been sticking close to Piper (and pretending Andrew is a giant nuisance, like xe does, never mind the fact that xe arrived with him and Piper anyway), and peering around at the other people. Bein' awkward.

[clockwork_doc]

Doc is wandering the ballroom, looking for friends and occasionally handing out a candy cane to anyone who looks interested. Hey, Gladys doesn't have the monopoly on handing out treats. He's dressed in a very nice Victorian-style suit (minus hat and gloves) courtesy of Mode Couture. Doc has no idea where E found it, but he likes it well enough.

He spots Aubrey in xes corner and jogs over, smiling. "Aubrey! Good to see you!"

[thecellsiam]

Aubrey visibly brightens, though possibly not relaxes, when Doc shows up. "Doc! Hi!" xe says, finishing off xes drink and then shoving both xes hands in xes pockets. The suit's a little large, given that xe dislikes things that fit, and so the jacket gets pulled down kind of comically.

Xe looks around a little nervously. "Lots of people here, huh?"

[clockwork_doc]

Doc grins at xem. It's good to see xem -- been kind of long in Doc's opinion. Of course, his last visit to the Gauche ended very poorly, so perhaps it can be forgiven. Besides, they've both been busy.

He nods, also looking around. "It was open invitation," he shrugs, a little steam hissing out his elbows. "Though it amazes me just how many Wanderers and native supernaturals there are here in Chicago." He shakes his head, then holds out one of his sugar sticks. "Candy cane?"

[nothingsodivine]

There's a brief moment where the classical music that the musicians are playing is cut off by something that sounds like a tacky 80's remix of "Puttin' on the Ritz" just started up from somewhere in the vicinity of the doorway, so anyone at the party is probably now staring at a very familiar face dressed in white zoot suit, complete with a black and white hat. Yes, he does look like a pimp.

Des has arrived (along with probably half the Casa behind him) and now everyone in the entire room is aware of it and by the look on his face right now, he either doesn't really care or has just become ridiculously ambivalent to the doors.

[nowinprint]

And here's a Dmitri, dressed in a nice swishy cream-colored shin-length dress with a fairly high back and a shawl to finish it off. She's a bit... uneasy about her wing scars, especially given that most black-tie occasions ask for wings out.

...really, she kinda had to drag herself out here. But things might happen And this is a bit of a historic event. There's really no other choice but to show up.

She installs herself by Des' elbow , nudging him with her own. "You look like a pimp, Desperado."

[nothingsodivine]

"That is the title of my favorite Eagles song," Des quips, nonchalantly, casually ignoring the pimp comment at first as he steps away from the door and out into the ballroom, looking around for familiar faces. He feels like he ought to know more people than he sees here. "Have you seen regular tuxes, sunshine? They're boring. Ten-to-one though, Mathias shows up wearing one just like this and he'll probably try to convince everyone in here, he is one."

Des loves his best friend. He really does.

[nowinprint]

"Nah. Everyone will know you're the boss. He'd just be your front man. Height rule." Dmitri nods knowingly. "For the record, though, you might not look half-bad in a normal tux. Probably better than the Doctor, but don't tell him I said that; he'd get into a sulk and it always takes days to get it out of the carpet."

She chuckles.

"But how about this, eh? Pretty nice evening, lack of alcohol notwithstanding. They have a weirdly comprehensive selection of tiny Christmas cookies."