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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!]
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
"Don't blend in too much, now. I would hate for our other guests to miss your splendor. Do you, uh. . . . Drink? Alcohol?"
How much of Eliot's stash would it take to get a dude that size drunk?"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
"I do drink alcohol!" Sidon assured him. "And I rather enjoy it, too, although I find it's something I mostly partake of when socializing here. That then makes it doubly enjoyable, then, you know! Because then one does not only have a refreshing beverage, but also the good company of excellent people!"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Luck and hallucination spells didn't tend to dilute quite the same way that alcohol did, in larger individuals.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
"Well, I'm sure they would be quite enjoyable even without the enhancements!" he decided with certainty. "But that does sound most intriguing! Are these enhancements common where you are from?"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
If you counted Brakebills as "where Eliot was from". Pretty much everyone there was self-medicating somehow.
"I didn't want to overwhelm the town with anything too spectacular, but the Mati will give you just a slight boost in luck, and anyone who likes can enjoy some mild hallucinations with their Death in the Afternoon."