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not_a_goddamn_princess) wrote2021-10-22 01:59 pm
not_a_goddamn_princess) wrote2021-10-22 01:59 pm
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MASQUERADE PARTY, 33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Evening
Party night. The best of nights. An ornate sign on 33 Apocalypse’s door invited all to knock and make themselves known.
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
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And then never left -- at least, not permanently -- but shhhhhh, the gas thing was her story and she was sticking to it.
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He tilted his head. "Are you unable to acquire more gas, somehow?"
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So maybe it was better here, even if temporarily.
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Idri was no longer a rat, but their wedding had been indefinitely postponed due to deicide and the total loss of local magic.
"Another one from space, eh? Are you also a stykera?"
Maybe the glowing thing was secondary sex characteristic. . . .
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Labels were even harder than admitting she had refueled her ship!
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"I don't often find myself anywhere that starts with the word 'junk' -- well, not unless it's a euphemism -- but I'll keep that in mind."
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"It's across from the ice cream place," Faye pointed out with a small smile. "Trust me, I'm not a huge fan of junk unless I can sell it, and most of the stuff people throw away around here ain't great. But a bunch of us keep our ships there."
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Also, what he casually referred to as planets tended to be not at all planet-shaped. There were a whole group of them that looked like space cheerios.
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Which explained, possibly, why he was not in attendance at this party. But also Faye kind of wished Din had come, because hello, mask party was basically a helmet party.
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". . . I didn't realize there were any children around here at all," Eliot confessed. "Other than the ones at the school. Are there many babies?"
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That pretty brunette at the bar definitely had a child of indiscriminate age, right? That kid was like...two or...seven or something?
"But otherwise it's just the little moppets at the school."
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"Moppets. That's a good one. I usually go with 'miscreants' myself, but it'll be good to diversify my vocabulary."