❄ Winter Gala | forward-dated to December 24

[11ady]

Who: Everyone and everything! All of you are invited. :3
What: Preventer's 1st Annual Winter Gala (though they may call it a Holiday Gala next year because, lol, it's not winter in the Southern hemisphere 8U); dress code is black and white, no dates required 8)
When: December 24. This log is so forward dated and backtag friendly. :D NOBODY IS LATE TO

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Dining Tables

[11ady]

Need to sit down after one dance too many? Piled on too many morsels on that plate that you just can’t walk around with it? Tables are located on the northeast corner of the ballroom, right next to the mechanical string quartet. Hey, maybe you can ask them to play you something before you hit the dance floor.

[11ady]

[her next step falters a bit at the question but she recovers quickly enough; it takes her a good five seconds to formulate an answer she deems satisfactory]

As much as I am able to.

[stimuli]

[he picks up her slack easily, keep her steps flowing and even. Charles is not a man who is prized for his grace, no, but pride and appearances yes]

Might I ask what stifles you so?

[11ady]

A personal matter.

[an anniversary]

[stimuli]

Too personal to discuss with a dancing stranger, then.

[he won't pry any further]

[11ady]

My apologies.

[ineuphony]

[she sits there somewhere near by, people watching too.]

'Maybe I should have stayed home...'

[stimuli]

[oh no, a sad-thought Maka, he can't possibly have that]

[so Charles will straighten his tie and introduce himself with a bow, turning up the charm]

Would Miss Albarn please honour me with her company?

[ineuphony]

...? -- Oh, sure.

[stimuli]

Are you not enjoying yourself this evening?

[ineuphony]

'I would be if it weren't for the circumstances.'

[despite her thoughts, she smiles at him.]

Oh, yeah. It beats being at home.

[stimuli]

Still, you seem to be keeping to yourself. Surely you have many friends with which to converse?

[ineuphony]

I do! They're off dancing right now and I'm not too much of a dancer.

[motherofthesun]

[She's nearby at another table, her ears twitching when the music strikes certain pitches. There's something about the orchestra being mechanical, but it's alright... mostly.]

[Hm... she'd like to hear his flute again.]

[stimuli]

[a quick crowd-glance has him skimming over Amaterasu, but his head snaps back when he realizes he saw... someone with ears.]

[not regular ears, but... cat ears? perhaps? what a strange mutation!]

[of course, he'll have to introduce himself now]

Ahh, excuse me, Miss?

[motherofthesun]

[Those ears swivel before she turns her head]

Hello. Are you enjoy the gala?