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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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Now, if it was the sort of party where they'd all dropped their keys into a fishbowl upon entrance, or something, that might be a different story.
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"Oh, it's lighter than I'd have thought," Irene remarked immediately, and the fact that it wasn't just pure flattery spoke to how she was genuinely impressed with Amaya's handiwork. She pushed her own mask up onto her forehead, just so she could fit Amaya's against her face experimentally. (Asking permission for such things was for other, non-Irene people.) "And it's not sharp or anything!"
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"Don't say that too loudly," she then said, after a moment of relief that the accessment was positive and with a faint grin. "I'd hate for people to get the wrong idea about which of products you were talking about!"
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One could never have too many sexy Venetian-style masks!
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"And I'd love to make one for you," Amaya admitted, as she took a moment to sort of struggle just a bit in getting her mask back on and in place. "Over the weekend, I should have plenty more prototypes finished up if you wanted to go off of one of those, or, you know, there's always just building one up from scratch, if you've got an idea, we'll see if I can actually get it worked out to liking."