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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 02:02 pm (UTC)“Well, fuckin’ A,” Margo said. “We got some space royalty here.”
She appreciated the look.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 02:58 pm (UTC)It was hard for Tisarwat not to grin at a greeting like that.
"Not quite," she admitted, although the emperor that had briefly taken over her brain lamented over that admission. "Just a lieutenant. But I certainly won't argue if you want to keep saying other wise."
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 03:05 pm (UTC)She’d know. Fuck, she missed all her statement dresses from Fillory.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 06:46 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 06:58 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 08:15 pm (UTC)She shook her head a moment, and then considered Margo a little more closely behind her mask with those very bright lilac eyes. "So where are you from? It's always nice to meet someone who can at least understand what it might be like for those of use who are from more...sophisticated regions of the multiverse."
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:32 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:49 pm (UTC)