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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: Arrive and Say Hi
"Is...is that a good thing?" asked Prompto, his own eyebrows shooting up, too, albeit in a much more panicked and concerned fashion, because while that look seemed like a good response, he really wasn't sure, and he hadn't gone for all black, the mask wasn't black, but Ignis said the black would be fine, he thought he could at least trust Ignis on something like this!
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"Um," he said, eloquently. "Right. I, uh, I'll keep that in mind?"
He was going to spend the better part of next week, now, obsessively trying out new hairstyles.
"I'm Prompto," he offered, because things like names were easier and he realized he didn't actually know this person. "By the way. Hi."
You were saying, Margo? About not embarrassing himself?
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There may have been a slight loosening of his jaw.
"The....Destroyer?"
Oh, sure, because she wasn't intimidating enough as it was??
"Is that, like, a sweet video game handle, or something?"
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His brows seemed to be trying to both lift and knit together.
"So...is it just...for...flair? Or did you have to, uhh...earn that?"
Although, he could picture pretty easy how someone would earn the title of Destroyer. But Spectacular?
But then he remembered some of the other royals he knew.
Or Sidon.
He thought about Sidon.
And then thought of starting to call Noctis the Spectacular just because that would be hilarious.