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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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“Look, Jon, I can sparkle you up some so you don’t embarrass yourself when you go in there,” she said. “Don’t ask me why. I just can’t stand whatever the fuck it is you’re doing here right now.”
Stupid bleeding heart for the awkward nerd brigade.
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She leaned back and considered Jon. “I’m just gonna glitter you up a little.”
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She brought her fingers up. Then down again in a series of long and dramatic gestures, some of which were sweeping.
When she finished, glitter sparked and moved like a living thing along the hem and the edges of Jon’s shirt and hair.
(Yes, she’d gone for the hair.)
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Fine, he did have a guilty love for some Panic! songs, but he wasn't about to go around wearing all black or anything.
...this one suit excepted.
He brushed his hair from his face, squinting at it. "This is distracting," he murmured, mostly to himself. He probably needed a haircut, too.
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Margo looked him over. All. . . however many sad inches of him.
“I’m taking pity on you because for whatever reason, there’s something about you I like,” she said. “Live up to it. Or don’t. For fuck’s sake. I have a party to run.”
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"Right." Jon nodded. "Right. Well, um. Thank you, again. I'll go, um. Grab a drink and let you get on with it, then." He glanced around the place. "It really does look very nice."
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(She just wanted him to show even five percent of balls, and no, she didn’t know why she cared even that much.)
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He was just going to take his beglittered self off to the bar now.