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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 clearly not even half as important as what was playing on Annie's phone, because...
"Ohmygod," said Summer, clearly the only response to this epic. "Woooooooooow, Annie. Wooooooow."
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But, she could admit, in a sort of hilarious way. She at least knew her performance was not the problem here.
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And also hilarious. They were both right!
"I mean, and not to be all male-gazey or whatever, but your legs look fantastic, and I kind of need to take about two seconds to just hate you for them right now."
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And maybe an attempt to turn that hand on her shoulder into a half-hug because ugh, Summer, thank you for getting her whole vibe.
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"I miss you, too," she said, and was just going to let that moment actually, like, exist, because there wasnt a whole lot of these moments she was actually going ot let herself have while she was here, but with Annie? With Annie, it was perfect.
And then she was going to get right back into nice, impersonal wryness by then adding, "I don't know what they were thinking with your hair, though, good lord."
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But still. She was nothing if not sincere, as often as she could be, and she'd sincerely missed Summer and hadn't really realized how much until right then.
"Oh, it's a wig," she replied, shaking her head. "Like, obviously, but it's a new wig. I'm wearing a butt pad, too. Which -- like, yeah, fuck the male gaze and all, but it's made a weirdly comfortable pillow in a pinch?"
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And now Summer needed a moment to just sit and hat ethe patriatriarchy with a little extra force than usual.
"But I do appreciate you reusing it for something more useful. It would probably be great to take to events and shit with, like, really uncomfortable seating."
Then she just thought about that video a little more and shook her head.
"What a great use of your talents, music videos with wigs and butt pads and creepy implied invisibility."