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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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Look, his other option for this thing involved the words 'sequined cape with a high collar', so....you're welcome.
He was also pretty pleased to have found a mask that really played into his whole eagle/wing aesthetic a little bit.
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“Huh, no shirt,” Margo said, nodding like that was a valid choice. Because it was. “I’m into it. Welcome.”
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But the greeting got an appreciative grin and a grateful nod of his head. "Good to know," he said. "Thanks. Looking forward to it."
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And said yes to a delicious expanse of chest, which Eliot would also get around to thanking you for, Gladio!
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"Well, you nixed the sequins," he reminded Eliot, "and without that, what would even be the point? So I had no choice but to go with option two."
...and you're welcome.
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And if he needed to just take a moment to roll his shoulders and stretch his arms back a little before settling and adjusting his jacket a little, then so be it.
He let his hand fall toward Eliot's shoulder as he moved forward a little more into the party. "Don't let me keep you from your hosting duties, though," he said. "I'll maybe catch up with you later."
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