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[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: Any time within Dec. 16-Dec. 31. Please date your thread.
Location: Ballroom Wilderness
Rating: Varied
Summary: It's a fancy party~

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...Any evening within 12/17-31st, open.

[esoteric_rose]

Ah the ballroom. One of the most familiar things Juliet had ever felt in the Sphere, and thus the most attractive. After his dancing with Dani, the Sphere had seen fit to place him in a dress set with a rose in his hair to complete it. He didn't even mind he was revealing his scar for the first time, given how it was visible from where the gloves ended to his shoulder on the right arm. Juliet felt beautiful, happy, and entirely in his element. Thus, he was spending all his free time down there until it changed, wanting to stay in the feeling of security.

lets say dec 18

[redhead_rabbit]

Rabbit had heard very little about the wilderness but Juliet seemed incredibly happy with it. So with a break from Medical, Rabbit headed down into the wilderness. Immediately Rabbit found himself in brown dress pants, nice black shoes, white shirt, green vest, and a yellow bow tie. [ see? ]

Well this certainly was a change. He felt a bit overdressed but it seemed to fit the situation. That was when he spotted a familiar redhead in a dress. He had to remind himself that this person was a man but damn he made a hot woman.

Rabbit appeared behind Juliet with a familiar welcome. "Yo, Jules ♥!"

[esoteric_rose]

If Juliet had known Rabbit's thoughts, he would have been flattered. He turned around at the sound of his voice. "Rabbit ♥ You look fantastic! How have you been?" He smiled at the sight of his friend.

[redhead_rabbit]

That was something only a loss of inhibitions would get him to talk about.

"Ya really think so? I feel kinda silly," he rubbed the back of his head. "I've been pretty otherwise. How're ya?"

OPEN, Dec. 19

[stradivarian]

He had been here before

[esoteric_rose]

Juliet freezes when his eyes see the blonde man. He blinks several times, wondering whether he's hallucinating. But no, he's not. The familiar face doesn't see him, dressed exquisitely, the hair not in a spiral but loose down the back. But the face is unmistakable.

Law.

Not Law, though. Law had vanished. Likely he had forgotten everything. Was this the man with similar writing? One way to find out, one way to either remember or restart.

He doesn't so much walk across the floor as glide, such a natural in heels and a dress. A smile is on his feminine features.

"Hello, sir. Forgive me, but I cannot remember seeing you around. Are you a new arrival?"

[stradivarian]

As the woman approaches, he pushes the glasses up his nose, a polite smile on his features. It is only when Juliet gets closer that he realizes his first mistake- assuming that the approaching person was a woman at all. The smile widens into amusement, and he nods at the question.

"I am."

He smiles, then, the feminine man reminding him of something lost that he cannot quite put a finger on. It was something...something far gone now, something that he could never remember.

"My name is Lazarus. Might I have yours?"

And the smile is still there. He pauses for but a moment before he speaks again.

"Your dress is absolutely fetching."

[esoteric_rose]

The man with the handwriting. Was it really...

"My name is Juliet. Glad to meet you in person, Mr. Lazarus."

At the compliment, he smiles.

"Why thank you. Your outfit is extremely elegant."

He wonders whether he should test his theory. It couldn't hurt.

[unevoked]

Well this was interesting. Upon stepping off the elevator, Castor lifted an arm, brow furrowing and looking down at himself- Vest, dark, creased,, pants, crisp white shirt and suit jacket-- His hair was still as scruffy and unruly as ever, but the clothing almost made him look respectable. Almost.

Better than that goddamn fursuit, at least. He moved from the elevator, looking around the decadent room. It was way too fancy for his taste, but it wasn't like he had to impress anyone, right? People here weren't any fancier than him- they all schlupped naked from cocoons, after all.

At least it was a bit of a quiet area to hang out and think in. Absently, he reached for a pocket-- thankfully his things had transferred over. That was good. Meant he'd be able to take time and work through that weird memory.

Late afternoon-evening of the 20th, open to any

[burntorangesky]

Fred had been hearing a lot about this new Wilderness, but she hadn't had the time to come down before now, what with... everything. She wondered idly as she waited for the lift to take her there if Youth was taking it easy--she certainly wasn't going to try and get the overly-enthusiastic man to go back to the Clinic, but she hoped that Bell would be able to at least talk him into staying at home and resting.

The lift dinged softly and she stepped out, looking around at the rather decadent setting. She noted the change in her clothing almost immediately; so, the people in the journal had been right about that. She took a moment to examine her new look in a nearby mirror. Beige trousers of a fine material, light tan waistcoat, a white cravat. Over all that she had a red suit jacket, and red leather gloves over her hands

Re: Late afternoon-evening of the 20th, open to any

[bloody_pens]

Derrick had been prowling the dance floor alone for some time, having wandered down by himself. He was far too proud to admit that he was lost, even though he needed to find someone to go back up with. He told himself that he was here to dance, though- as he was dressed like he had stepped straight out of Gone with the Wind and fancied himself to be rather dashing. Fiddling with the red scarf tied around his neck, he finally spotted someone unattached.

Going up to her, he made what he hoped was an elegant bow.

"May I have this dance?"

[[OOC: I couldn't resist the Mal outfit.]]

[burntorangesky]

Fred looked up at the man who approached her, a smile on her face--which froze suddenly as she saw what he was wearing. It seemed very familiar, even more so than her own outfit... but it wasn't quite right, somehow.

After a second or two, she realized she was staring at him--probably with a slightly stunned expression on her face. She mentally shook off the feeling and smiled again. "Certainly, my good sir." She rose to her feet and held out her hand to him. "If I knew your name, perhaps we might have a more comfortable conversation? Mine is Fred."

[[OOC: she's always being pinged for the Doctor... 8th one in this case. And good choice for the outfit XD]]

[bloody_pens]

Derrick took the hand and began leading Fred toward the dance floor. He had noticed her lingering look at him but decided not to say anything. Perhaps she was just floored by his good looks.

"So you're Fred?" he grinned. "I'm Derrick. How lucky that we've finally run into each other in person. I like putting faces to writing."

Dec. 21st, evening, open to any and all! (forgive the teal deer D: )

[mythgravenblade]

The intent had been to go down to the bazaar for some eggs for tomorrow's breakfast. Today had been, ah, tiring, but Paladin reasoned that doing this now would result in being able to start tomorrow fresh and ready and ultimately result in a better day. Likely, this was why he didn't notice he'd pressed the button for the wrong floor until the doors opened, and suddenly he was very much awake again