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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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The colours were beautiful, and the music mixed with voices were pleasantly soothing. Seivarden sipped her second drink.... no, third? Fourth? It didn't matter, did it?
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He was also eyeing the Jenga with interest.
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At least he was used to wearing a mask, so that wouldn't bother him tonight.
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Trying.
Not doing a great job.
But trying.
Hey, but the booze would help with that, now, wouldn't it?
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It felt nice being among people again.
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He was definitely going to have to go make bets with Ignis later as to how many people wound up falling in those 'streams' by the end of the night.
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It would probably mean that Prompto had simply eventually just taken off the mask, but, either way, he wasn't there yet.
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Also, taking mental notes definitely distracted her from the dread in her stomach that she would show up and no one would even care, and she was trying to linger a little for that sweet, sweet confidence boost that she hoped would come from people spotting her and just being all 'like, ohmygooood, Suuuummmmerrrr!' and also trying to decide what the hell she was going to do if that, like, never even happened, because, you know. Ouch. Suddenly, a nice fat suicide mission in space was gonna look awfully appealing...
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He was happy to get a drink of wine and people-watch.
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If he kept his backside to Rosa as much as possible, that was nobody's business but hers.
What? There was a reason he'd gone for tight leather pants.
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