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not_a_goddamn_princessParty 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
Date: 2021-10-22 07:26 pm (UTC)Summer was going to try super hard not to even glance at those other masks as she breezed on inside.
"Don't mind if I do! This looks..." Her head bobbed a little as she soaked in that first view of the interior, the pause doing well to help her think of words over the sounds of small panic alarms going off in her party princess head. "...totally worth the stop!"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:35 pm (UTC)She danced her hand in the air to indicate the whole everything of it all, and actually? You know? As a woman who had someone use magic so that she could have a pool party in her apartment...this was encouraging! Because, fuck, yeah, of course she could pull off something like this if she had magic to use.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:38 pm (UTC)All it took was enough metric tonnes of trauma to make it nearly impossible to enjoy the actual magic.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 11:26 pm (UTC)So, there was something for Summer to feel smug about once she realized the water here was just an illusion!
As if, you know, she'd done the magic swimming pool herself.
Which she definitely had not.