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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: Mingle!
"Not gonna lie," she admitted, now bringing the drink up to her nose and giving it a tentative sniff, "Enchanted seems a little sus, but I do know Eliot knows his drinks," from one interaction with him over jello shots, but whatever, that was all she needed to form that bond! "So I think it might be worth a least a try."
And, with that, she took that tentative first sip.
Re: Mingle!
"Apparently enchanted means hallucinogenic," she said, as Summer should at least be warned. "In a very pleasant way."
She had been in a really good mood for a while now.
"I do like this party. Oh, did I warn you about Margo? I think she wants your portal gun. I didn't tell her it was you who had it though, so you should be safe."
She grinned, looking at Summer's beautiful red hair. "I think she's annoyed by that."
Re: Mingle!
It did not escape her notice, however, that, all of a sudden, Seivarden was apparently back into the mind-altering stuff again now, too.
She took a big gulp of her drink to wash down any feeling of guilt trying to rise up in her throat. Seivarden was a grown-ass person, probably at least three time Summer's own age. That was not a responsibility she needed to keep on her shoulders!
"She's one of the party's hostesses, right?"
They'd met.
It had not gone great.
"And, I mean, it's not like it's a big fat secret that I'm rolling with a portal gun, Seivarden. If she wants it, though, she's going to have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands."
A pause.
"Or," she said, looking down into her cup, "you know. She could just ask."
She took another gulp, thinking that if their meeting earlier was anything to go by, that felt like a big fat chance.
Re: Mingle!
"What do you think fo it?"
The drink.