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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!]
Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 12:42 pm (UTC)Grab a friend (or maybe two). Each person takes a shot in turn, and tries to convince the rest that there’s water in that shot. If they fail, they have to take another shot.
Whoever taps out first loses. Loser.
Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 05:39 pm (UTC)He lifted his shot in a salute, tossed it back, then gave the glass a considering look.
"Mmm," he hummed. "Water."
Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 07:04 pm (UTC)Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 07:18 pm (UTC)Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 07:42 pm (UTC)"Water."
Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 07:54 pm (UTC)Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 08:00 pm (UTC)She reached for another glass.
Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 08:09 pm (UTC)He was a master mixologist. Even when he didn't throw magic into his brews.
Re: Where's The Water?
Date: 2021-10-22 10:54 pm (UTC)"Nope, water," he announced with a shrug."