So it begins...

[deafmuteboots]

[Slipped under every door (yes, even those rooms that are unoccupied), left on every kitchen table, taped on every wall in every hallway, left in the clinic even, are fancy invitations.]

[Those that have been here long enough might remember this time - and the fun such an event provides. So who could possibly resist attending? All you need is a

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[timexspaceotp]

Ooh, now this does sound fun! I haven't been to a good ball in such a long time! Oh, but bad things always seem to happen whenever I wear that suit...

[notpapa]

Do they now?

[timexspaceotp]

Oh, hello Lavi. Sadly so, I think it's cursed.

[notpapa]

Bookman, please. What makes you say that?

[forwhomittolls]

*Just stares at it for a bit. Good thing attendance isn't mandatory*

[cardio_swindle]

[Walking by, stops to glance at what you're staring at...]

[forwhomittolls]

*Decides to pretend the numerous invitations don't exist. Walking away... and into you*

Sorry about that.

[cardio_swindle]

[Pats your shoulder and steps away. What's a little collision between trauma survivors? He waves away the apology.]

So a fancy ball, eh?

[thosecrazybooks]

[peering at invitation curiously]

.... What's a "You-el Ball"?

[albatrossdancer]

It's for dancing. Are you coming to dance?

[thosecrazybooks]

Dancing? That sounds fun~!

[albatrossdancer]

Lots and lots of fun. Save a dance for me?

[white_slayer]

[Blinks down at the invitation.] A... ball?

Huh. I thought they didn't do those things anymore.

[cursed_clown]

[Allen is looking over your shoulder.] Why would you think that?

[white_slayer]

[Jumps.] A-ah, hello, Allen! Didn't see you there.

[cursed_clown]

Sorry about that, didn't mean to sneak up on you.

[consummatebard]

Sounds delightful~♫

[solo_insanity]

My, my, you must be new.

[consummatebard]

[Tips his hat] I am indeed♫

[solo_insanity]

Going to tell me your story or would you rather have me guess?