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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: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-22 08:09 pm (UTC)She winked, which was one part Irene being Irene, and one part having about a cocktail and a half too much to drink by now. "Bonus points if you show it to me."
People who did not have phones were clearly SOL and had to drink, sad.
Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-22 09:41 pm (UTC)Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-22 11:01 pm (UTC)Re: Truth or Drink
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Date: 2021-10-22 11:09 pm (UTC)Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-22 11:15 pm (UTC). . . It was also dead, but that was besides the point.
Eliot passed along his phone obligingly. On it was a photo of two Margos, one wearing her lovely pink coat and scowling at the other, who was wearing a cute little sundress and smiling brightly and more than a little vacantly.
"She was a dreadful breech of boundaries and ethics, but she was fun."
Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-22 11:30 pm (UTC)Irene had also not seen what Margo looked like with both eyes before now, so that caught her interest and was filed away, as well.
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Date: 2021-10-23 12:29 am (UTC)Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-23 12:10 am (UTC)Which Eliot had said were nerdy.
Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-23 12:24 am (UTC)For the record: Irene also felt this way about pictures of children.
Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-23 12:26 am (UTC)He took out his phone and passed it over. "It was, um. Goose. I don't know if you've met him. He was a lovely cat, though."
Re: Truth or Drink
Date: 2021-10-23 12:53 am (UTC)Maybe Irene had had enough to drink.
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Date: 2021-10-23 01:10 am (UTC)