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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 03:28 pm (UTC)The mask, though, the mask was plenty glamour enough.
"My darling," he greeted with a smile. "Where did you get that fantastic mask?"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 05:06 pm (UTC)"Well!" she said. "I'm glad you asked! Local shop, if you'd believe it, straight from the island's very own blacksmith! She does fine work, you know, well beyond just weapons and armor, though you can't go wrong turning to her if you're in need of that sort of thing, either!"
Amaya? No issues whatsoever with being her own hypeman. None!
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 05:34 pm (UTC)"A local blacksmith, eh?" he asked. "You know, my wife is a knife-maker's daughter. I've learned to appreciate a high quality blade. I don't suppose you have their business card?"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 07:37 pm (UTC)But her hands found the smooth velvet of her current skirt rather than the deep pockets of her usual one. "Ah, zards, I forgot! No blasted pockets in these bloody fancy dresses! I've been meaning to fix all that, but I wear this so rarely, it keeps just slipping my mind--
"Err," she said, blinking a little as if realizing she'd sort of rambled into a complaint just a bit there. "Well, I usually do, but I don't have one on me today. It's a small town, though, you really can't miss it. Over on Unicorn Avenue, right between the police station and the butcher."
Which meant there was a great pig joke in there, if anyone other than Amaya herself ever wanted to actually make it.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 07:46 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 08:01 pm (UTC)Magicians, and all...
Really couldn't trust 'em as far as you could throw 'em, more often than not, and a magic spell for pockets was a good way to waltz yourself right into finding invisible what-nots snapping at your fingers every time you dropped your hand in, or holes to bottomless voids showing up at the least convenient time...
"Ahhh, well," she hedged a little, "no need for anything like that. Nothing a few minutes with the old needle and thread can't take care of, and it's no matter at this point anyway, unless you plan on magicking up the business cards in there as well, and, at that point, might as well just skip the pockets while you're at it."
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 08:11 pm (UTC)"Suit yourself," he said easily. "Now . . . would you care for something to drink?"
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 08:57 pm (UTC)But he was not wrong about winning her back.
"It's a party, isn't it?" Amaya answered with a grin.
Assuming, of course, he meant proper drink drinks, and we weren't about to head into potions territory, or anything like that.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:01 pm (UTC)“Cocktail? Wine? What’s your preference?”
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:07 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:17 pm (UTC)And he was already planning to skip asking if she wanted the hallucinogenic version.