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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[imtheinspiratio]

Skye enters without much fanfare, wearing a cheap, rumpled gray suit (the nicest thing he owns, his bank account having been emptied for Christmas gifts). His father and father's girlfriend are away at a ski resort owned by friends for the holidays, his mother and stepfather took his sister to Disneyworld...it's just him, but in true Skye fashion, he's going to make the best of it.

Hands planted firmly in pockets, and inspiration hopefully pent up enough that it won't run amok in this place (and how much faith are we going to put on that going to plan?), he walks into the ballroom grinning away. Noticing the DJ, he makes a mental note to ask the guy (who is probably very well-paid, but Skye's got a few tens in his wallet to throw around if need be) to step aside and let him show folks how music's done.

Skye's in good spirits, and he's ready to spread his Christmas cheer to all.

[scorching_black]

Sirius remembers that face.

And hey, if he's here, it's probably safe to tell him about the animagus thing, right?

So, here, Skye, have a young wizard sidling up to you looking apologetic.

"Uh. Hey. So, you remember that big black stray dog who ran off when you were gonna feed it?" He holds up a hand as if in class, looking sheepish. "That was me. Sorry about that."

[imtheinspiratio]

Skye raises his eyebrow at the young man, but doesn't seem too shocked at the revelation the guy was the dog he saw. Rather, he's more surprised that he'd run into him again. But hey, this is supposed to be the place for everyone in Chicago in the supernatural community, so it's not that surprising.

"Shapeshifter, huh?" Skye asks. "Small world. If I'd known you were a person, I'd've asked before I went to buy you a hot dog. Or at least asked what you'd like on it." He smiles brightly and offers his hand. "The name's Skye."

[scorching_black]

"Sirius Black."

Sirius shakes, amicably. "Animagus, is what we call it in my world. And I would have liked the hot dog but I draw the line at having somebody buy me food when they don't know I'm human."

[thrillofthekill]

Vincent keeps swinging between whether or not he wants to be here. On one hand, no one would have blamed him if he decided to sit it out. He's just gotten out of the hospital and there's a lot of shit he has to cope with. On the other hand, he's heading the archangels now and it's probably best if he's in attendance, even if Mitsuki being here alone would have sufficed. Also he and Cyrus go way back and he figures he owes it to him.

He's not too happy about having to make nice with demons after the whole Romana fiasco, but he's dealing with it. So there's a broody (although he's pretending to be happy and doing a slightly decent job of it) archangel in a corner, dressed in a western-style tux (complete with black cowboy hat) just sort of watching the proceedings and trying to keep his wings from mantling in agitation.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel has been distracted by food things. Cakes! Cookies! Tiny little sandwiches! So she's busy grabbing about as many things as she possibly can. Most of them go into her hands, and maybe two of them go into her mouth.

And then she notices Vincent, being all moody in the corner -- or trying very hard not to look moody, but she's can feel his bodybeats muttering. Hard to pass those off as happy, really.

So she sidles up next to Vincent -- yes, actually sidles, with little exaggerated side-steps and everything -- and says, "Bite size sandwiches!" through two of said sandwiches and a good amount of glee.

[thrillofthekill]

Vincent blinks a little in confusion at her as if he's not sure where the hell she actually came from... And, okay, there is absolutely no way you can't smile genuinely when some cute kid sidles up to you and smiles at you through a mouthful of sandwich. "So I noticed. You look like you're havin' fun."

Given the general awkward of this entire affair, she's in the minority. Maybe something will happen to lighten things up. Or a bloodbath will ensue.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel does a little rocking motion, from the balls of her feet back to her heels and back again, while she's finishing the two sandwiches in her mouth.

Then she returns Vince's smile, and nods vigorously. "I like people!" she chirps. "You should have some too, not fooling me. It's not going to hurt."

[curtainfalling]

Revan loves any opportunity to dress up and be pretty, and so is probably the first member of Torchwood to arrive. She's wearing a lovely purple satin dress and has her completely down and unstyled (other than being brushed and blow-dried). Subtle makeup adorns her face, consisting of red-purple lipstick and light violet eyeshadow-neither being incredibly saturated in colour, but just enough to look good with the dress.

She doesn't see Doc or anyone else she knows yet, so she drifts over to the food and helps herself to some. Feel free to bother her. She's in an excellent mood.

[clockwork_doc]

Doc has found his way to the food as well, eying the finger sandwiches to see if there's anything he likes. He's distracted, though, by the sight of a familiar face. "Revan!" He takes in the Jedi's appearance with an approving eye. "Great Scott, you like nice. It's good to see you."

[curtainfalling]

Revan beams at Doc and hugs him. "Good to see you too!" She takes in Doc's outfit. "Nice suit."

The only thing that she's not happy about tonight is not having her lightsaber on hand, given the fact that this ball is to celebrate a peace treaty. However, it's the last thing on her mind, and she's feeling very good all around. Seeing Doc again is only making her feel better.

She snatches up a sandwich and grins. "So, how've you been?"

[clockwork_doc]

Doc happily returns the hug. "Thanks," he says, looking just a touch awkward. "I had some help picking it out." If it wasn't for Mode Couture, he'd probably have shown up in something -- a lot less formal.

Doc smiles back, getting a sandwich of his own. "I've been all right, for the most part. Working on various projects. Made a breakthrough with some of my time travel designs the other night." He pulls out some sketches. "I'm also working on a wearable glider. I don't know if you saw that particular entry, but --" Doc GRINS. "Revan, I can fly. My weather powers actually allow me to FLY."

He takes a bite out of the sandwich, chews, then nods. "How have you been? I haven't heard from you in a while."

[allmydiredreams]

Babel is bopping about the dancefloor, singing quietly to herself (screw the music that's playing, she's got her own) and wearing what seems to be an affront to fashion everywhere -- a pink and yellow atrocity that seems to be made entirely of tulle and fake flowers.

The fact that nobody's actually dancing matters not! Though really, anyone that gets near enough to her, or near enough to the dancefloor in general, might end up whisked onto it.

[frostedpains]

"I love your dress. It's beautiful," Tess says and smiles brightly as she dances over toward Babel.

Tess is dressed in a long, white dress with a dipping neck line with red lipstick and mascara to complete the look. Tess never cared much for fashion, but she thought this might be an occasion to try something new.

"More people should be dancing!"

[allmydiredreams]

Babel bops in a little circle, beaming at Tess. "So's yours!" she says. "Very apropos."

She twirls in another circle, then, and reaches out a hand toward Tess. "Care for a dance, milady? Or shall we get these other ragamuffins out here first?"

[frostedpains]

"Thank you," she says, making a note to get dressed up more often. She's rather amazed she still fits into this dress, considering how often she can't pass up a danish or chocolate or really well made mashed potatoes.

Tess reaches out and takes Babel's hand.

"I would love one. Maybe after we show them how it's done and how much fun it is to let loose, the ragamuffins will be drawn out to the dance floor, too. If not we can start coercing them. I'm sure together we can be really intimidating."

[angel_of_prey]

Egon is skulking around the food, preying on helpless little cheesy crackers. He's rather nervous being in a room with demons when he's completely unarmed, so he's attempting to distract himself with food. It's not entirely working. And the collar on his tux seems to be a smidgen tighter than he'd like, and is it hot in here or is it just him?

If anyone would care to bother the anxious-looking wallflower archangel, go for it.

[neverinportland]

Juliet couldn't have been happier to hear about the ball and while she hasn't been dressed up in years for much of anything, she looks rather elegant in something that looks a little too much like something she might wear to the prom, but it works for her. She's actually trying to find some familiar faces from before she left the Conrad, but, well, she finds Egon first and figures that anyone being that much of a wallflower probably needs some company.

"You look like you're worried you're going to turn into a pumpkin," she smiles, offering him the second of two champagne flutes full of punch she's just procured.

[angel_of_prey]

Egon blinks at her and accepts the punch without even thinking. "I wouldn't joke about that too much," he says, mustering up a smile. "Knowing this place, someone might actually do that, willingly or not." He's getting used to the madness that is Chicago, and so such ideas are not totally bizarre to him anymore. If people can become animals, why not inanimate objects? Or plants?

He takes a sip of the punch, lamenting the lack of alcohol. Being drunk would be awesome about now. Though that would most likely end horribly and then Chicago wouldn't have a ballroom anymore. "I'm Egon," he says, figuring he might as well introduce himself to the lovely lady.

[neverinportland]

"Oh I don't know, I think we've managed to avoid people turning into vegetables for the most part." Juliet very sneakily, reaches behind herself and raps the wooden table a few times with her knuckles. She's not really superstitious, but she also doesn't want to be a zucchini, because the Rift decided to prove her wrong.

"Dr. Juliet Burke," she responds with a bright smile. "I work for Torchwood."

Which is probably not a good thing to say around strange angels, but most of the bad blood between the archangels and Torchwood was cleared up and, anyway, it's a truce.