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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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Her dress was a few years old, rather long and a bit more revealing than she was used. She’d also gone for a blue masquerade mask.
She hovered uncertainly near the doorway.
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“You know you’re welcome to come in,” Margo said. She made no effort to hide her gentle amusement. “We won’t bite.”
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“Uh …thank you?” she hadn’t meant for that to sound like a question.
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She figured if she turned around and walked into the house and left the door open, Ms. Skittish might actually enter.
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She figured Liz would just say ‘stop’ at some random point to be done with it, but hey, you could always be surprised.
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“Don’t take any drinks from anyone besides El and me,” she said, sliding the glass across the bar towards Liz. “If anyone else brings you a drink, come check with me, make sure it’s legit, okay?”
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You could tell she really didn’t get out to much parties.
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He was used to ushering nervous first years into their first Brakebills parties, so easing a nervous townsperson in wasn't a problem at all.
"And do let me know if you need anything. More drinks, more food . . . chemical relaxants, perhaps. . . ."
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