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People have started to gather at dusk. As if the curtain of the approaching darkness was the cue; carriage by carriage rumbles slowly towards the Sorgo Estate. The dim, snow covered streets funnel the Ambers socialites to their destination, unusually lifeless and quiet. The city itself seems to tense up with all the subdued vibrations of the expectations and potential, excitement and that nasty, ever present fear of disappointment. Fools! As if Sorgo ever failed to impress! --- Yet there is nothing better than the cold of the winters night to spur the anxiety over choosing such conspicuously bright outfit! However, as the final corner slips by and the curious eyes peek through the masks to behold the mansion, there is no more room or time for doubt. Welcome, and allow yourselves to be enchanted by Lux Aeterna Winter Ball! LET THERE BE LIGHT!
The theme is the Eternal Light, so it is hardly surprising that the whole Sorgo gleams like a beautiful alchemical mishap with a kaleidoscope. The estate is transformed from a mere house to a glorious, ever changing mirage that intrigues and teases the eye. Existing features of the architecture and park are all glammed up, enhanced or distorted by light effects. Neonlike sign above the park gate sparks up Lux Aeterna and staff there peels off the dark overcoats and cloaks to reveal the revelers in their full glory. Those who havent brought themed outfit are provided with default glittery masks and colorful capes. As they pour in, guests are offered luminescent cocktails of bright colors and cleverly designed firefly canapes in the central round area where light music is played by a band on the stage. Stage is lit up by colorful bulbs, and strings of orbs producing lights of different sizes and colors are hanging over the heads. Lights also offer enough heat to shoo away the cold of the night as socialites are given time to mingle, spy on other guests and contemplated choice of outfits. The hostess is yet to be spotted, and the entrance to the mansion is closed as are the decorated booths of the traders fair that sprawl through the gardens.
The_Porcupine skirts the side of the gardens with a four legged companion dressed as a porcupine as well. Their feathers seem to reflect light in such a manner that it almost looks as if the quills are electric. Greetings and compliments are offered to other guests, taking time to admire all the effort put forth by the other guests of tonights event.
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Beware the colorful glowing quills! The mask covers the face entirely and long feathers trail back forming a silver mohawk. Multi colored feathers blend into a beautiful form of camouflage if one was blending into the colored lights of a night club. The feathers are sleek, soft, and formed to angle to trail along the back of shiny silver and golden suit. The suit is the soft glowing under belly of the porcupine.
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If there's anyone in the Golden Circle who could use a repreive from each and every role she holds in a once-uncluttered life, it is Minister-Captain Meijanri Kell. She pauses by the entrance to take in the sights, the bobbling lure attached to her head drowned out in the sea of brightness and light, the darkness of the rest of her costume ironically standing out even more. Well, that and the fact that she looks like she's been mud-wrestling. With the promise of free food, and more importantly free drink, she slithers on inward to the estate grounds proper, one hand lifting to brush that distracting lure out of her eyes. In vain, as that's rather the point. Suddenly there's a drink in her hand.
She adores it when that happens.
First things first, she looks about for the generous hostess and is not quite sure if she is not yet in attendance or has blended in with the surrounding brilliance. It's the sight and scent of actual open flame that directs her toward a firebreather igniting all manner of beverages before handing them to guests. She gapes in wonder, having never seen anything the sort. The Regent's party was a fine one as always, but it doesn't hold a candle to a House Sorgo affair.
Especially not this year.
--[ Meijanri ]------------------------------------------------[ idle 51s ]----
This creature possesses a truly unnatural beauty, the sort reserved for the nymphs and the gods. Her lips are painted jet black, matching black hair that is smoothly styled backward into spikes. Her skin has been painted in muddy browns and slate grays, an unappealing mix that draws the eye away and up to the beautiful, scintillating, enchanting, glowing aqua-blue lantern that bobbles on a wire emerging from a subtle headband. Each movement sends it swaying. So pretty. One could just stare at it for hours. Her eyes are large and calm, a deep blue-green like the ocean. She lacks ears, long, pointed, silvery ear-like fins extending backward where they ought to be.
She wears no clothing save a layer of bodypaint and a few fanned, quilled fins extending from her shoulders and elbows. The paint does little to obscure her curves, though it does soften any detail enough to give the pretense of modesty. Beginning at her hips, her body is that of a giant serpent with gleaming platinum scales, mottled in evolving patterns along her length, a pair of strong pectoral fins tipped with small claws upon her hips and a dorsal fin beginning below the small of her back. The long, powerful tail terminates with a broad caudal fin with a spear-like elongated lower lobe.
She slithers with the grace befitting a mermaid or siren but always seems somehow tense, even embarrassed, as if very aware that she is an outsider and much different from the two-legged land dwellers of Amber.
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Choosing to walk the cold dismal streets towards the veiled estate home, Moth has one fluffy wing of his cape around his partner's shoulders, even though by her very nature, Flame requires no such warming. Only when they get to the front gates, does he unfurl the wrap and toss it back over both shoulders, getting more into character while revealing his sizzling hottie of a mate. Taking her hand, he playfully draws her along the garden path while circling her in undulating spirals. Flirting with burnination! As the eternal light theme is revealed in all its brilliant glory, he slows and turns towards the house in a slight recoil, shading his eyes until they grow accustomed to the sparkly. Whereupon he applauds loudly and sounds out an approving whoop.
--[ Merrisol ]-------------------------------------------------[ idle 0s ]----
My, what a big fuzzy MerriMoth costume! <3
Except for his strapping height and size, there are almost no identifying clues to this bedecked and masked man. His hair of wheat gold is more bouffant than usual, cresting back from his forehead and temples in a soft spray, cropped short in the back. Face blockish and long, with a strong pillar of a nose, the blond has a rugged adventuring hero's good looks partially covered over by a furry white eyemask with dark lining that both shadows and defines his sea-green eyes. On either side, the mask sprouts magnificent antennae plumes, black stalks frilled with hundreds of soft filaments.
A proud specimen indeed he proves whist arrayed in a minimal white vest and trousers ensemble with a large set of furry patterned moth wings draping back from his shoulders, baring arms and chest. His darkly tanned skin is frosted with an organic powder that glimmers white and pale gold with every movement. Further ornamentation in the form of snowy velvet forearm bracers and throat ruff gives him that crazy cute mothiness, as do the furry white knee boots.
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Mind you, Sorgo's principal idea wasn't to burn all the eye balls in Amber! It's a lot of lights, and yes, color, but it is a light SHOW. So it is never too bright so all the visual tricks can have a full blast effect on the onlookers!
Promise, no vampires will burn (or t(w)inkle) on this ball, and no shades are necessary!
Ruby arrives. She does not ride within a carriage, nor pulls one to the entrance. Instead she wobbles along in fashionable shoes, giving scares to beasts of burden. The way she struggles with the damnable things and the stomach-churning way her ankles almost fold over has her tugging the things off and casting them to a hedge. More confidently, she stalks into the grounds and adjust her disguise. The cuttlefish face-hugger in place and courting challengers to a face-wrestle, she gets within the party proper and is stunned still by the sights.
--[ Ruby ]----------------------------------------------------[ idle 43s ]----
By most standards this woman is above average in height. Approaching seven feet and heavily muscled, to say she looks used to physical labor would be an understatement. The definition does not appear to be nurtured in a gymnasium but rather a more thick and non-manicured result of ordeal. Exceptionally dark skinned, this has not stopped her from receiving a myriad of tattoos. A wide assortment of skulls, knives, lightning bolts, gills, a silver shield and mythological creatures make up the lionshare of designs. These in turn have the additional challenge of competing with scar tissue. While she's not a walking scratchpad, she bears the evidence of either an almost terminally clumsy life or rather just one full of close shaves and misadventures. Her eyes are large, though one looks to have suffered damage and is an unhealthy hue. Her nose is on the broad side as is the width of her usually smiling mouth.
The tall woman wears a crimson one-piece dress that covers her from throat to ankle. The only parts bare are her arms and shoulders, heavily tattooed. Above her waist the material hugs her lumpy dimensions, below it hangs like velvety drapes.
Concealing her face, though not her identity, is what first appears to be a golden metallic sun, heavily sequined, with strange rays curling forward. Not so! In truth it is a mesmerizing cuttlefish hungry for drink and Hors d'oeuvres.
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The walk to the estate did not take overly long. Either that or Flame was enjoying Moth's closeness enough that the mere passage of time and space meant little. Reaching the entrance, Flame adjusts her mask when Moth's wing is drawn away. Taking the offered hand, Flame follow's Moth's lead down the path, laughter sparking as he turns around her in those carefree spirals. Taking her cue from him she lifts onto tiptoes from time to time as fire reaches for the stars. The shadows cast by the brilliant reveal catch her eye and Flame turns to watch the House they approach ignite in color and lights. Her hands lift to her mouth as she gasps in wonder and delight. "Oh... wow." Her applause joins Moth's for a few moments before she reclaims his hand and the pair hurry forward to join the rest of the throng.
--[ Maggie ]--------------------------------------------------[ idle 30s ]----
Hair the color of autumn on fire has been piled up onto her head, the curly length of it fashioned into the curved and upward spiraling seaming of a flickering flame. Curls float softly around her face, easing the slight sharpness of her features. Red blends to auburn to russet and back again, giving the shimmering masses the look of flame. Glittering, sparkling beads have been woven throughout, the swirls and lines echoing the shape of fire. High cheekbones and a narrow chin give her a fey look, the ethereal otherness augmented by eyes the color of midnight ringed emeralds and skin more golden brown than fair. A smattering of freckles dusts her nose and skips playfully across her cheeks, just to lead the eye astray. The otherness is broken when she smiles, for warmth spreads from the upward tilt of her lips and hints at laughter just waiting to brighten the moment. Standing at about 5'6", this woman is neither tall, nor short, though the length of her limbs lends the illusion of height to her frame. The glitter of warm gold sparkles at either ear where sunburst earrings adorn the lobes of her ears. She wears a matching sunburst necklace on a long gold chain.
Tonight, Maggie wears a half mask fashioned from crimson, orange and russet feathers. It flares around her eyes, curves over her nose and rises past her temples like twin fires seeking the sky. Glittering gold beads mark her eyebrows and the delicate line of her cheekbones, while crimson and bronze beads sparkle in lines leading upward. Her dress is of russet and flame silk. Strapless, it leaves her shoulders, throat and upper chest bare, her skin a pale counterpoint to the fabric. The upper edge of the bodice begins just north of the midline of her chest, and hugs around and under before smoothing over her stomach. It is ornamented by delicate gold, red and orange embroidered and beaded stylized flames along the neckline. The bodice is laced up the front by ebony and gold cording that is knotted at her waist. The fabric smooths to her hips where it meets the skirt.
The skirt flares from her upper thighs downward in long, swooping spirals of orange, crimson and deep rust. Beadwork gives the gauzy material a bit of weight here and there, lending it the flare and flash of fire. She wears high-heeled pumps dyed a deep, coal black with red, glowing beadwork mimicking the look of live coals that buckle about the ankle.
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One carriage that does pull up, lets out a petite woman, who seems to be by herself. There are guards, but they remain outside, so as not to give any identity away. More or less. At least they're trying. Meanwhile, the ice queen slips in, a little behind Ruby, and the Moth and Flame, pausing to examine the place and gawk for a bit. "Raphaela has outdone herself!" That pause extends for a bit more, before a smile crosses those pink lips, as she looks at the effect the houselights have on her outfit. "Perfect!" She sweeps in, confidence in every line of her body, and takes up a matching cocktail.
--[ Amethyst ]------------------------------------------------[ idle 20s ]----
The half mask is crystal, tinged with purple so that its glittering colour hides most of the face of the person wearing it. Blonde tresses have been artfully put up, a crystal net holding them in place, amethysts decorating here and there to continue reflecting the light. They give the impression of a soft glowing amethyst crown, aided by the glowing purple seahorse that is barely recognizeable, over golden crystal hair.
The athletic woman is short, a hair over five foot tall, if she's lucky. She's wearing layers of clothing. The under layer is a body suit, skin tight and the exact same colour as her skin, allowing for a daring decolletage. Over that, lavender and amethyst swirls of silk mesh together in a tight bodice, sweetheart neckline, clinging to her waist, then flowing out in a skirt with a ragged fairy-dress hem line. Atop this, a layer of lace so fine that it seems to be crystal, with small glittering crystals - clear, white, blue, and various shades of purple, in numbers to make the dress glitter from tip to toes, where it just misses touching the ground. Her feet are shod in deep amethyst boots that lace up the sides, to her knees, showing occasionally through the swish of skirts.
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Since Sorgo is a house strong on diplomacy, and the list of their guests usually filled with a whole range of important figures, security of the house of course has arranged everything with personal securities beforehand. Standard procedure so poor lads on the duty are not nervous and can enjoy a non alcoholic flourescent cocktail. Tiny umbrellas are just there to make them look silly drinking it. Last thing you want is someone cause a diplomatic scandal on your
ball. Or a dead important person in face down in your bowl of punch!
Waitress dressed in bright pink kimono with matching light bulbs twined into her bun approaches Flame and Moth, and while they pick their drinks from selection of funky colors and strange glass shapes offered, waitress tries really really hard not to nuzzle against the velvety Mothfluff. Looks. So. Soooooooffffft.
Meijanri was just about to head over to get herself a nice incendiary drink when she sees a moth and his flame arrive, hand in wing. Her hand lifts in a small wave to the happy couple, then lifts further to bat her lure out of her eyes again. Maybe she should've picked a less dangly fish. Ruby's mask, encompassing as it is, serves to hide her identity well. Save that she only knows one lady with a build like that, never mind one that would arrive at a fancy party with no shoes. Other than herself, that is. She takes up another drink, one now in each hand, and slithers over toward the bosun, "Ahoy!"
The_Porcupine collects one of the cocktails that dance with fire and blows out the flame sending pinkish fumes floating off from the sparkling cup. With the help of a straw he is able to slurp at the glowing contents without removing his mask. His neck cranes this way and that drinking in all the colors, costumes, and displays of light. From the glowing bubbles that spill out from the contains to dance over the arriving guests, to the fire breathing bar tenders, but after taking in just the magnificent entrance of the house, leaving wonder to what will await everyone once the doors are open. "My lady that is quite the stunning costume!" Providing a gentlemen's bow to Meijanri. The four legged porcupine appears interest in the lady as well. Watching the tail move this way and that then again there is that swinging lantern. "Now, there is something familiar about you. But I just can't put my finger on it." tapping his chin inquisitively before turning to Ruby, "Good evening to you as well my lady. You too look absolutely illuminating this evening."
The crystal endowed lady finds herself, oddly enough, suddenly surrounded by a several trays of drinkable and edible goodies as waitors spot her and promply do their waitor magic to make sure she has all she needs! The first one that actually fights through, gives other two who were too late a hidden snerk, and gets huffs and puffs in turn.
Accepting a flame-enhanced drink from a passing waitor, Flame does not bother to blow it out. The drink is a bright pink, the flames above it are almost rose-hued. She waits while Moth accepts a canape with his emerald drink. Her smile is warm as she spots Meijanri first and Porcupine next. The wave is answered by a lifted glass in a toast to them both. Ruby and the Ice Queen are spotted after and Flame turns to lead Moth to intersect with their glitteringly gloriously attired friends, "Hello! Isn't it beautiful?" Meaning the house and grounds, naturally. A passing tray of stuffed mushroom caps is raided and she pops the delicacy into her mouth. mmmm...
Ruby slowly levers her jaw up into the closed, if not latched, position. Her head sways to the left and right to take in the pagentry and delight to the visual senses. Someone's calling her name. Cuttlefish-swoop! Her face turns about until she can face the Angler Fish, bringing with it the eye-crossing source of light and potential bait in the form of a drink. What? A wild Porcupine suddenly appears as well. "Aye-lo." Her attempts at formality faceplanting, her voice pitched higher as if this could actually conceal herself. Her eyes blink-blink from within the recesses of her aquatic masque. "Truth. But this be'ah spen-diddly eve for sooch. Yea. Aye...moightah con-grabulations. Cause there be so mooch finery'n fancah baubbles'n bits'n bulbs."
The Ice Queen arches a brow at the huffs and puffs and snerks from the waiters. She picks a small plate, taking a couple of the edible goodies onto said plate, and then collects a glowing orange drink, flames above it a delicate peach. Her gaze goes to the incoming Flame and Moth, and her drink rises in a toast. "Hello, this is fantastic. Raphaela has outdone herself, as usual. And don't you two look well matched."
Meijanri smiles pleasantly at Mister Porcupine and returns his bow with a ladylike wave and a strange, musical giggle. "Oh, don't worry about that. I have one of those faces. It'll come to you eventually, I'm sure." The drink is indeed a lure for the large cuttlefish and she offers it with a smile, "You haven't seen everything yet, my dear. Just wait until we head inside." Not that she's the sort to brag, but she may or may not be aware of some rather nice glassworks awaiting an aptly attired audience. Moving close, she murmurs to Ruby, "I love your costume. To be honest I'm feeling a bit drab."
A band starts a lively set on the stage. Drinks are being seamlessly delivered, empty glasses swapped for full without a glitch, volume of the chatter sparks up as well. Where is the hostess?? Did she forget the ball? Did she go to have fun in Lower City synchro party? Did she see the same dress out here and now is franatic to change costume??? Oh my. Speculations rise. But those who have visited Sorgo balls on regular basis know why they come on time - this isn't QUITE the scale expected...
MerriMoth's splendid eyemask affords him a limited scope of vision, making it so he has to angle his head towards anything he wants to focus on in particular. His frothy antennae whisk sharply, accentuating the quizzical movements, while he finds a snack and a drink from the waitress's tray then escapes impromptu nuzzlings with a quick word of thanks. She is then treated to the big owlish eyes patterning either wing of his cape. Staring. Staring into her kimono-wrapped SOUL.
Meanwhile, he draws along just a step behind Flame, like a.. some kind of insect drawn to a bright hot thing. "Good evening," he hails the friends found by Flame, then peers from Ice Queen, to Cuttleface, to MeiAngleri, intently, before exclaiming, "Ladies, you are razzle-dazzling." He nods to the Ice Queen's remark and makes sure the group is furnished with drinks before toasting, "To Sorgo..!" And to Baroness Bling!
Waitress freezes in terror and OH LOOK a lightbulb with no cocktail! Can't have that!
Porcupine echoes the toast, "To Sorgo." Turning to admire the Ice Queen and then the Moth and Flame. "Wow. Just wow. And you two! Brilliant!" Snapping his finger down at the four legged porcupine that was preparing to pounce and a large long tail. The four legged porcupine provides a talkative growl of disappointment before his ears perk up and both turn towards the stage. "Oh!... is it starting?" he wonders.
Ruby leans in to accept the glass in her calloused hand, trying to pinch it and carry it aloft like all the ladies. That's how they do. And she wants to. Leaning down to Meijanri she whispers, "You ain't drab. B'sides you ain't got them snippy pincahs'n extra legs. Truth. Bloody love yer loight'n craft. I /luv/ it. Reminds me 'o one of them whatsits. You tell me 'ow you doo-doo't cause..." She is in the process of raised the drink to her face and everything when tradgey almost occurs when a pseudopod taste-tests before her own lips can extend past the dimensions of the mask for a ladylike slurp. All for the best, because a toast is being given. Denying her head tentacle she arcs the drink upward to mimic the gesture.
While many people might have splended and creative costumes, leave it to the spy to be terribly uncreative when it comes to costuming. But, he was always better at blending in then standing out. Still, Mercier's effected the dress of an Amberite merchant of some success (don't ask where he got it), and does a splendid job of slipping in with the crowd, collecting the generic clothing being provided at the ball, slipping a mask and cape on, snagging a drink, and eavesdropping on everything and /everything/. Mask balls provided a special opportunity, but unique challenges.
Meijanri smiles slyly to Ruby, "Trade secrets, Ruby, trade secrets. If I tell you you'll put me out of business. Oh, careful there..." Her hand lifts to catch any potentially dropped vessel, then withdraws as Ruby seems to have her face under control again. She too lifts her glass to the toast, once the crisis is confirmed averted.
Marlene has worked up a new costume for this year, though still on a familiar theme, a rendition of Mother Goose, sparkling somehow with ephemeral stars.
Lifting her glass to add her own twist to the toast, Flame cheers, "Hear hear!" Her voice may be mostly lost in the general uproar, but her enthusiastic appreciation for all that Raphaela and House de Sorgho have done is unfettered. Once the toast has been completed, she takes a sip of the flickering drink. The heat of the flame does not bother her, though her mask might suffer if she keeps it up.
Instead of decently waiting for the band to finish the lively block of tunes, in the middle of the second one music abrubtly vanishes and the whole area is plunged into complete, silent darkness. Only the sinister colors of cocktails and luminous decorations emit their stolen light. The stunned gathering that just started to relax and chat is caught of guard. A spiral of sparkling dust twinkles, soundlessly, through the darkness and towards the stage. When it reaches the base of it, mist sprouts out of it, cold color of ice fusing into it. As the tentacles of fog crawl up and the eyes of the guests adjust to sudden light deprivation, a figure is seen standing on the stage where just a moment ago band was. It is darkness with golden eyes, claws and talons of a bir...d? Just as people start to wonder what it is, spotlight hits the slouched figure with bowed head revealing the dark crows feathers of the long, trailing cloak, the bristling spikes of the shoulderpads and headcover shaped like crows head. The underlayer of the feather cloak seems to be blood red. Thin golden gloved arms hold the staff in front of the motionless figure. . .
CROW, RUN YOU SPARKLIES, RUN FOR YOUR LiiiiIIIIIVES!
Juuuust kidding. Crow does not by any means, show any intention to pluck at any of the guests!
Snow Queen smiles over at MerriMoth, inclining her head. She takes in Porcupine, Mei and Cuttleface with approval and glee. "You all look amazing. I'm sure I know most of the folks here, but I hardly recognize anyone." And then her glass is raised in toast, as it's offered, adding her voice to Maggie's. If not as loud as she could. And then her attention is totally on the stage and the reveal. "So dramatic!"
Meijanri slowly reaches a hand up and closes it around her glowing lure, transfixed by the display as might be a child. Then, most unchildlike, she sips her beverage with fair confidence that Raphaela has not been playing a long-con to steal everyone's shiniest costumes. At least she really hopes not, given her complicitness. Her lure bobbles free again, bright as ever, as she uses the hand to return the Snow Queen's greeting with a small wave, just a flicker of motion illuminated blue-green by the bobbing lantern.
Ruby swallows some of her drink, mercifully, before spectacle on stage is revealed. The sight is completely unnerving to her. "Bloody 'ell..." she rasps, the burn in her throat as it constricts. The drink in her grip produces a small tinkling sound when too much pressure is put upon it.
Maggie's smile turns to Snow Queen and a faint laugh begins. It is killed utterly as darkness and silence fall. What does it say about Flame that her first impulse is to seek MerriMoth in the darkness while reaching for the sword that does not hang at her hip? Silly Flame. The trailing sparks that flit through the crowd toward the stage are spotted and she follows their glittering way up to the stage. Taking a half step back, she adjusts so she can see more clearly between two taller guests. A plunking noise catches her attention briefly as a bit of sparkling glass falling from Ruby's ex-beverage container bounces from Flame's upper arm and lands in the drink. Her attention is caught once more by the figure appearing on the stage and Flame's gasp carries. Such exquisite showmanship...
MerriMoth came prepared for Flame actually literally burning her own clothes off in a fiery-mishap; his cape is lined with asbestos! ...Naw, but it's good for smothering and covering. He head-swivels to look at The Porcupine and then the Porculion attending him, and ahhs quietly. "Terrific," he compliments the spiny ingenuity, and then looks at Ruby again, with a nostalgic blink. Mimiiiiic... he takes an extra sip of his froofy beverage in remembrance of a little lost cuddlefish, before getting caught in the blackout. He glances at Flame in the light of her beverage, and turns to glimpse the rising fog on stage, and that mysterious feathered creature. He stays zeroed in on it, hushed in anticipation.
With perfect sense of the spectators' reactions, the Crow first allows them to adjust to the new situation, then rises the staff a little with both hands where it lingers...
The Merchant issues appropriate oooohs and ahhhs with te crowd at the display, inwardly impressed, as he circulated about the ground, spotting.... well its hard to recognize anyone certainly, save, perhaps, for everyone's favorite glaser. He flits in that direction briefly, before pausing to keep an eye on the action on the stage.
And when the cane hits the ground, a deep, resonating sound of a GONG bursts out of the stage, through the people - as the chorus starts with a powerful opening of Carmina Burana, fog densing and spreading through the legs of the audience, dramatic lasers cutting it up to the beat. As suddenly as they appeared, lasers turn off and only the top of the staff torches up with pale blue ghost of fire.
As the whispering beat of voices kicks in, a heartbeat of orange glow pulsates in the fog. Crow remains still, just barely noticeably lifting the cane up as its flame grows ever so slightly stronger. Dancers in shades of grey surround it to twist and writhe in disturbing distress. Wind blowing the dust and rustling the feathers...crow noises, the feeling of ashes as the whispers carry on the song...Thats just...your imagination right?
As the tension grows in the performance, Raven lifts the staff above her head where the torch sizzles threads in a shower of sparks. She then swirls the cane, sickles it over the crowd and lifts it with both hand over her head!... where it starts to melt and drip down her hands! What an illusion! How did she do that!
Ice Queen is impressed at the dramatic timing shown. She raises her drink in another salute, with an innate understanding of that sort of showmanship. Silent, she watches the incoming show with fascination, eyes gleaming with Mandrake sight involuntarily at the dancers in grey, checking if they are alive. A small purple gleam in the darkness and mist, hardly noticeable. Her fingers clench slightly, just with the awe and wonder created by the show.
Droplets crawl down her arms...and just as the sudden burst of music the slow transformation of costume speeds up to become visible: a slow fire line travels down the costume transforming it - from the beak down, and where it touches the feathers they shift from black to gold! It flares up in full glory when she opens her wings, cloak fluttering, spikes slicking down to a waterfall of gold under layered with red.
Beak hood is now gone, revealing a stylish mohawk of swirling gold and red, glitter masking the upper part of the face. Raven is no more! Phoenix hostess blows glitter fairy dust enchanting the spectators before she spreads victoriously wings above head, music reaching climax with start of magnificent fireworks above the House.
Orchestra seamlesly shifts to the can can of Heaven and Hell synchronizing with the firework show. You simply cant miss the cue for the opening of a Sorgo Party, and those who know, arrive on time, just for that purpose.
GAME: Raphaela changed the setting to: The theme is Eternal Light, so it is not surprising that the whole Sorgo estate gleams like a beautiful alchemical mishap with a kaleidoscope. The ingenious use of colorful show and stage lights combined with textures of fabrics and beads, reflective surfaces and steam - the estate is transformed from a mere house to a glorious, ever changing mirage that intrigues but is never too bright. Existing features of the architecture and park are all glammed up, enhanced or distorted by light effects. Free central area has the stage where street performers rotate to the rhythm of a band. From there radiates the sprawl of the booths of Ambers traders fair. Decorated to suit the theme Ambers best is at your browsing disposal and all goods are - free, courtesy of Sorgo. Those who havent brought themed outfit are provided with glittery masques and colorful capes.
The main party area is in the inner garden. Usually open to night sky, now it has a dome of colored glass keeping the chill away, and beautiful glass mobiles flowing from it down to the ground. The dancefloor beneath it traps its reflection in a spiral of dim gold and dark silver mirror panels. Same tiles, only with matted checkered gold and silver design cover the floors of surrounding gallery (refreshments and bar), first floor gallery (lounge chill out zone) and ballroom (more intimate setting with light music).Walls are also panelled in gold and silver mirror stripes, enriched with eclectic collection of mismatched lamps and mirrors. Carefully arranged lights bounce off mobiles, prisms and water features; while all the mirrored surfaces glow dimly, overflowing with the softness and reflections of the lights, tricking the eye and multiplying the number of the masques. Sashes and veils wrapping in garlands and fluttering with drafts range from blood red, through pinks, oranges and yellows. Inquisitive guest will look beyond the light to discover the unbelievable attention to hidden details, awards to those who search.
--[ Raphaela ]------------------------------------------------[ idle 38s ]----
Phoenix is a waterfall of flaming gold and reds. Hair is transformed into a fashionable mohawk colored by golden leaves and blood red streaks, with orange feathers braided in the back to fall to the small of her back. The sides of the mohawk are encrusted with glitter to add dynamic of flames to the style. The similar sparkling crust slithers past the temples and cheekbones to frame the eyes which are now in beastly hue of orange. On the ears, long earrings flutter in golden leaves and feathers. The rest of the ladys skin is golden, accentuated with glitter on collarbones, sides, wrists and ankles. The outfit itself is a golden scaly fabric with highlights in color of the flames - the texture combined with tailored in details of tribal looking leather makes the snug top and the pants look as if they were liquid armor, leaving her midriff bare but the color. Clasped to her shoulders with jeweled phoenixes flows the cape of beautifully detailed golden metal feathers, with dark red underside. It is linked to fingerless gloves with talon decorations, that on the other hand, match the bird legs illusion of her boots from her knees down.
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Raphaela can hardly supress a grinn as she looks up at the fireworks blowing off one after another, offering a hand to a Porcupine who used cover of darkness to sneak to the stage. Together, hand in hand they watch. Oh, aaaaaaaaaand fourlegged Porcu too.
Raphaela is maybe just relieved everything worked as it was supposed to. Maybe. Hard to tell, she has good show face.
Marlene is standing by, applauding at the light show.
At the end, Phoenix' arm rises to snatch the end of the music and fireworks with a conductors precision. TADAAA!
Hushed silence falls over the crowd again as the spectical progresses. Flame watches the transformation with a wide-eyed wonder from the beginning to the end. The musical enhancements fill the air and she inhales some of the miracle of engineering that must be beneath the beautiful show. When Phoenix stands on the stage revealed in her golden glory, Maggie releases the breath she was not aware she was holding. Softly, she hushes, "wow. Oh... just wow." When the fireworks begin, lending their sparkling fire to the evening air, Maggie sets her glass down on a passing tray and cheers loudly, "Wow! Raphaela!"
Meijanri gasps and looks to Ruby for her reaction, then starts to slap her pectoral fins together in an approximation of clapping. Someone near Mercier wonders aloud if the party has trained seals, too? Oh, those Sorgos... But to Mei's credit she can show her appreciation without finding a place to put her drink. Finally, finally, a way to get a leg up on those land-walkers. Softly to Ruby she murmurs, "I wish Regent Martin would come to one of these. They're always so glorious. I'm sure he and Madame Sorgo would have a lot to discuss. Though I suppose he has his hands full with the upcoming nuptials." Then she sighs, more to herself than her large compatriot. "Everyone's getting married ..."
Ruby stares. Her hand still upraised in a toast even though her drink has lost structural integrity. She barely feels the liquid seeping down her arm and is absolutely bewitched. Her lips form words, but no breath powers them into anything audible.
Ice Queen stands there with the crowd, staring. Quiet, until Phoenix moves, starting to free everyone from their caught stares. "Beautiful. Fantastic. Very well done." She sips her drink, finally, blowing the flames out first, and then beams. "This is going to be a great party."
Applause breaks through the crowd as awe is replaced with ovations. Phoenix, smiling brilliantly, curtseys to her guests, gestures at members of orchestra and chorus hiding on windows, balconies, terasses and then gestures towards the gleaming mirrory interior of the house, stepping off the stage and greeting guests with Porcupine by her side.
MerriMoth takes it all in with held-breath and a very brimming smile, leaving the exclamations and noise to others so he doesn't miss the excellent musical score reverberating through his being in the midst of his own hullaballoo. The super-clever transformation from raven to phoenix has him shaking his head slowly in that disbelieving wonder that truly communicates the phrase 'I Don't Even'. Finally, he joins in applause and adds his own 'RAPH' to the ensuing tumult. Finding his drink again, salutes the Phoenix, drains his glass, and deposits it on a passing tray so he can turn his attentions back to his own fiery date.
The Merchant watches the show with some degree of intereast as the Crow/Pheonix dazzles the crowd with her wonderful lightshow and spectacular costume change. He applauds carefully, with the drink in his hand, smiling a bit as the fireworks go up. He watches them and then something makes his smile falter, and he just stares at them for a moment, before he works on forcing the smile back on, and and downing his drink quicker then he normally would. He deposits the empty glass somewhere appropriate while he slips amongst the crowd, retreating towards a topiary or other place to skulk nearby, but finding himself next to the Anglerfish and her Prey? He perks his ears and slips beside the two, regarding them through the colorful, generic mask, "And where'd the fun in that, truely?" He asks.
Ruby grunts. Which is a beginning to recovering the powers of speech. Her arms lowers and fingers rubs together to divest themselves of particulate. "Fwah." she says softly and tries to do a rewind on what Meijanri said. Something important. "Glori-oos. Truth. Almost missed'ah beat...'ad a bloody whatsit. Wha?" she furrows her brows behind her golden mask. "Tha bloke just promised 'iz baubles away, an you can call me Ramone if it isn't so." That's just what Meijanri said alright. "Sumpthin in the wind. Git a whiff, you carried oof'n then next thing yo...Bloody bog!" she exclaims when The Merchant sidles up stealthily.
Mind you, people do wonder about fireworks, in Amber! But Raphaela proved her skill with showmanship, and then again, she has limitless assets, shadow walking and magician friends, alchemists at disposal... in the end even those who do wonder (probably not Mercy) succumbt to merely wave a hand and just go with the flow.
Meijanri lifts her glass to the yellow merchant by way of greeting, only truly recognizing him after he speaks. "You should've mentioned you were coming. I would've loved to have helped you with a costume." She's thinking... fuzzy. Like a moth! "You know, my people have never really understood the purpose of marriage. Some days I find it silly myself, but... I'm sure it has its high points too. Certainly quite a few stalwart supporters, wouldn't you say? ..I-I'm sorry, it's really just Regent Martin's proposal the other day. I was not expecting that man to ever marry. At least not until giving up his throne. Though I suppose if it is an act of diplomacy, he chose his wife well." She shakes her head, her lure bobbling and bouncing all over, "I'm sorry, never mind me. It's been a long, strange week. I hope you're both enjoying yourselves."
Excitement bubbles up through Flame as the music tickles off through the can-can. Turning, she catches Moth's hand, squeezing just a little, "That was so... So beautiful." So Raphaela, really. "She is amazing." While she did note the cleaverness of Porcupine and mini-Porcupine, it is Raphaela who is the star of the de Sorgho bash. Flame sparkles up at Moth, her eyes bright with reflected light, with inner joy. For the moment, mysterious merchant skulkers, Angle and CuddleFishies and even Ice Queens are set to one side so Flame can focus on Moth, "Would you care to dance?"
Ruby has a much harder time sleuthing the identity of the Merchant. As such, a bit of reservation is called for. Though Meijanri seems familiar, so that doesn't require some stupid display of hackles rising from her. Wrong costume. Ruby sucks in air, lips pulled back against her top front teeth, making a squeaky sort of sound. She's contemplating. Directing her gaze towards the apologetic Anglerfish, her cuttleface tilts to the side. Damn light keeps snatching away her attention as she tries to follow it's parabolas. "Tha bloke'n par-tickle-you-lar?" She snorts a breath of air from her face-holes. "Marriage, as me Nana said, not fer every femme. An not every bloke kin wear tha man-o-cles. But then, she also was married tah three bloody sods." she looks confusedly at the Angler. Or maybe it's her light. "I dun't undah-stand."
Phoenix is, with Porcupine(s) by the entrance to the house where the orchestra is slowly shifting to entertain in the interior garden. (+setting, part 2) They are still greeting the guests as the crowd slowly starts to go from the garden and into the house itself.
The masked merchant of nothing in particular provides a smile at Ruby jumping, "I'm sorry, Bosun, it never gets old." He notes to Ruby with a smile towards the Amazon woman, looking up at her, because what else could he do? He gives a nod of assent to the general concept of marraige being a silly idea, "Marraige is important to that lot, and certainly, they have the wealth and luxery to make it a lavish affair. I won't begrudge any their happiness. I see the point, but I agree. Its not for everyone." He looks at Meijanri curiously, "Yes, it has been... I've been busy myself, was unsure I would be able to attend, or I would have let you know. Though.... I'm not certain I have the figure for that brand of costume, Captain." Mercier says, noting the lantern and... well, the rest of Meijanri's costume, "You're not cold are you, can I get you anything?"
Meijanri stares at Ruby for several long moments before bursting into musical, tinkling laughter. "Your Nana's a clever woman. Thank you, Ruby, I.. needed that. Now, then, would you two care to join me inside? No sense showing up for a party if you're only going to stand around on the lawn, mm?" Her hand brushes the Merchant's shoulder fondly as she starts slithering in the direction of the hostess and her escort hogs, "Don't fret over me; I'm just fine. Besides, you should be able to tell if I'm catching a chill..." As she approaches, she holds a hand out to the Phoenix, more a simple gesture than an offer to shake, "Breathtaking display. You've outdone yourself this year, truly."
Roxiel sneaks in during the performance, although "sneak" may be relative when your outfit reflects light like the world's largest angler's fantasy lure.
--[ Roxiel ]---------------------------------------------------[ idle 3m ]----
Light shimmers off this woman's corset and skirts, form suggestive of femininity but all the sparkling making it indistinct. The dress doesn't simply reflect light, it moves it about, sparkling and moving even when she is still. Colours shift and move in there as well, calm flashes of emerald and sapphire, with an occasional ruby glint.
As for the woman inside, she's one of those people who has a strong set of shoulders and hips, long legs, arms, and neck, but is short waisted...making her look tall and elfin, despite stopping short of six feet. Hair the colour of burnished copper wisps and curls down past her chin, almost as bright as the glint in her pale green eyes that show through the mirrored steel eyemask. A coronet of matching light and colours adorns her head, although this doesn't shift of its own accord like the dress, but relies on the tilt of her chin and other head movements.
If one is close enough, and it is quiet enough, one can make out subtle whirring sounds from her garments.
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Phoenix smiles even brighter when Lanternfish and friends come closer "With a little help from my friends, of course. I think your beautiful feature is going to remain there permanently." she chin tilts to the interior garden above which is a beautiful glass dome with dangly bits! Not that kind!
MerriMoth hesitates a moment over the thought of passing through the manor to get to the inner garden where the dancing area is set up. Having visited just before the big day, he has a good inkling of the reflective traps that wait within. "I.. certainly would," he replies to Flame with a ready smile, turning to escort her through. It's not so bad, really, especially with a costume on and tunnel vision to boot. They follow the milling guests and orchestral sounds into the gallery, and on to the garden.
Unaware of the dangers of the dancefloor, Flame beams a smile at Moth. As they enter, she blows a kiss to Phoenix and Porcupine, but does not interrupt the conversation. The walk through the manor is an easy one even with the passing waitors bearing all manner of snackables and drinks that threaten distraction. Reaching the inner garden, she does pause for half a moment to gaze out over the bespangled glory of the dance floor. But, Moth is there and when she catches his other hand and looks up at him, she forgets trepidation over multiple reflections and begins to back onto the mirrored floor.
Some ladies.....have short dresses...and one can almost hear evil laughter resonating the mirrored floors. WHat a devious plan. Some men have figured it out. Some are blissfully unaware.
And some have bodysuits on...
And some should not have worn the panties with the design of the Mouse Overlord of Happy Land.
And some have the lower body of a sea serpent!
Orange bounces close like a huge armless leg less orange sparkley ball of orange.
Ice Queen smiles at the couple as they head in. She glances around the opening, and then she shrugs a bit. "We should all go in, shouldn't we?" she asks, a little curiously. Her gaze goes to those nearby, curiously, and she nods to Mei. "Might I join you for a bit?" A pause as Mei goes to speak to the hostess, though Amy does move to take her turn.
Ruby nods automatically. A clever, clever woman. "Clever..er than 'ah..." she fails to grasp for a good reference and eyes Mercier with renewed suspicion. That durned fellow sounds pleased, by golly. "Temple-ton." she murmers and squints before giving another curt nod. When Meijanri is off heading towards the party proper after bestowing Mercier a fond gesture, Ruby starts readjusting the fabric at her shoulders. She hangs back from those moving inside. "Be there short'lah. Sumpthin itches fierce. Ink mebbe..." Thumbs hook underneath the crimson dress and her brows furrow further. Perhaps mental scratching rather than physical. Deeeeep thoughts.
Phoenix blows a kiss at Flame and Moth, looking at Moth a bit longer with a chuckle "Awesome costumes." whoas at Amy, then at RUby and Mei "All of you look so brilliant." she looks at Mercier then looks back at Mei and Ruby. Almost all!
Orange bounces, seriously, the orange ball bounces quietly along.
Phoenix then spots an ORANGE and is speachless. Absolutely. speachless.
The four legged porcupine having been left to his own devices, returned to stalking the Angler fishes rear lantern... And when ready to finally pounce! A few of the staff stand ready at the doors to the Manse with trays of raw meat. Oh Decisions! The wiggling tail or... meat.. Soon the tantalizing tail is inside and a rare dinner is the reward for being kept outside of the house. Poor four legged porcupine.
Roxiel drifts about, taking in the sights.
Meijanri nods brightly to Amethyst, her lantern cheerfully bobbing its agreement, "Sure, the more the merrier." She all but beams at Phoenix, "Oh, that's a wonderful place for it. I'm sure it'll give you many years of enjoyment, and if it's ever damaged please don't hesitate to call upon me." Her head tilts as she leans over to look up at Ruby's face, resting a hand on her arm, "Are you sure? I don't mind waiting. I could scratch your back for you if you want?" Both hands lift in a claw gesture, showing Ruby her fingernails. They're probably not venomous, no matter what that old salt at the wharf says.
And then an orange bounces by.
". . .," says Meijanri. After an awkward moment she adds, "...Orange... you glad he didn't dress as a banana? Ha ha. Heh. Eh. Thanks for coming out everyone, it's a beautiful evening."
Phoenix chuckles and then spots Roxiel. Eyes widen with delight "Hey you!! I didn't know if you'd make it!!"
Orange turns so the faceless face faces Mei and gives her a gentle orange bump. the orange continues to bounce around quietly. it's very quiet considering that orange is a loud color.
Allowing a Porcupined FuLion on mirrored floor...only with slippers on. And that would induce a whole new level of CAN CAN, swirling comically throught the guests.
Phoenix is greeting Roxy, but a glance is thrown between Porculion ogling meat and Orange. Just a matter of...
The merchant, dressed as an Amberite merchant of some success, in the generic cape and mask provided to visitors, would blend in, had he not been accompanying a slithering angler fish and her very tall cuttlefish companion. He gives a nod to Ruby's recognition, "Ruby." He notes peering at the woman curiously, before glancing towards the house, its floors, and back to the alluringly costumed Meijanri, "I have a suspicion it is going to be very difficult to be a complete gentleman tonight." He muses out loud, before making his way to the house, giving his own greeting to the Pheonix as he passes by the woman, "A splendid show, and.... lavish costumes. The House Sorgo certainly knows how to through a soiree..." He notes before peering at the orange, "That's... an orange.... queer..." He mumbles, furrowing his brow.
Roxiel smiles at Phoenix. "Well, the winds were favourable and we were able to dock in plenty of time. This year is much more colourful, I see!"
Phoenix hugs Roxiel lightly "Welcome and enjoy. Plenty of rooms available if you need to stay the night." she the offers a small tilt of head at Mercier with a smile "Why thank you. I hope that you enjoy the rest of the night as well."
In the interior garden band on the gallery starts playing a lively waltz.
Orange bounces around like a sparkly sequined orange. He sees Giselle appear and bounces right for her. He bounces around Giselle like a shark moving in for the kill. but it's an orange. he bounces in time to the music. the's no way of knowing who is in the orange though.
Oh but everyone has a probable GUESS.
(although they have been expecting penguin)
Meijanri leans over and gently taps a finger against the Merchant's mask, "Isn't that what this is for? If tomorrow, should any offended gentleman take issue with your wandering eyes, why, no, that wasn't /you/. It was that mysterious masked man. Who can say for certain who he truly may have been? Not I..." Says the woman wearing little but paint, who is slightly startled as a large piece of fruit bomps her. Away it rolls, off on its fruity adventure. "See, now, no one really knows who that orange is. I'd love to know how it works."
Marlene is circulating, well, she's gone with a Mother Goose rendition, feathered cloak and slouchy-pointy hat twinkling with uncannily-realistic stars.
Giselle gets her cousin to bring her through, kisses the porcupine on the cheek, then turns to see what's what. She tucks away the trump, and pulls out her snowglobe. She is seriously over-bedazzled, and her dress catches every bit of light. Orange gets her attention, and she laughs as she watches him.
--[ Giselle ]--------------------------------------------------[ idle 4m ]----
This young woman's attractive face looks entirely uncluttered by cares. It's framed by what could be called a freakish amount of bright red hair that's been twisted and turned into thick braids that rope around several times in a complicated weave. Even braided, it hangs to her knees. Her nose and cheeks have a few freckles, but not nearly as many as one might assume for how fair she is, and her expression and emerald green eyes suggest mischief. She's tallish at 5'7", has a very slender build, and moves like a dancer.
Her dress is long and white and sparkly and poofy. It's just layers and layers and layers of poofy, sparkly, white material with an only slightly daring neckline, short, poofy sleeves, and long, white, sparkly gloves. Around her neck is a sparkly silver and diamond necklace, and nestled into her hair is a matching sparkly tiara. Her shoes are sparkly too, though they're not glass slippers sparkly. Like her dress, they are white and look like someone took way too many liberties with the Bedazzler.
http://tracyscostumingworld.weebly.com/giselle.html
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Orange keeps the bouncing ball trope going. He bounces around Giselle faster and faster.
Phoenix offers her guess at Meijanri "Probably clockwork? Or someone getting really dizzy?" she spots Giselle coming through "Better late than never! So glad you could make it!...althought the orange is crazy about you, apparently." she walks her party slowly to the central area, standing off to side by the entrance to hostess off, as first pairs already head for the floor.
Ice Queen catches sight of Mother Goose and a smile crosses her face. A hand is raised to wave that way, in greeting. The bouncy orange gets a look, and then the Ice Queen sidesteps carefully. Away from the incoming CinderELLE, since that seems to be the center of attraction at the moment. She laughs though, a light musical sound, and then turns to head in to the dance floor, discovering the mirrors in the house on the way.
Mercier laughs a bit as she taps the mask, and rubs the side of his face where the black eye is concealed, "Being a gentleman isn't for the benefit of jealous suitors, its for the benefit of the lady herself." The merchant notes, "And myself I suppose. Its important to appreciate the woman as a whole and not just..." He coughs, "The lantern. As alluring a lantern as it might be, wouldn't you say?" He glances up at the music, "Ahh, a waltz!"
Porcupine has been claimed by the Pheonix and follows in providing greetings and well wishes. Even suddenly whipping in a bedazzled Cinderella into the inner gardens. Where was he keeping her! But as he turns this way and that, the feeling of being overwhelmed or lost in crowd starts to set in, luckily the Phoenix is there to take center stage and the Porcupine can hang back in her shadow draining glowing liquid courage to help refocus and take in the crowd. Those feathered quills do however look rigid and ready to strike. And if anyone should get to close, they even might get a good feathery tickle.
Roxiel drifts towards the refreshments and the bar, pursing her lips and considering various and sundry.
Giselle grins brightly at the Phoenix. "Hi! Sorry about that!" she says about being late, as she keeps glancing at the orange and looking a little curious. She bounces on the balls of her feet, and sways the skirt of her poofy dress back and forth. Waltz? Did someone says waltz? "Oooh!" She looks around her at the people, apparently looking for someone in particular. She sing-songs "Arthur!"
Through the house to the inner garden, MerriMoth unerringly leads his Flame to the reflective dancefloor. And while the age-old classic dance of the insect around the lightsource involves hell of flailing and bonking, he instead manages to interpret the visual into measured steps full of wheeling wings and snapping skirts. The prevailing challenge is staying clear of the licks of Flame's hair and dress, while always staying in contact with one hand or other, in time to the spirited waltz. He grins at his twirling partner, hedging closer only to sweep his furry wings away from catching fire on her flashing beadwork.
Meijanri grins brightly at Mercier, "I've yet to see a mirrored floor that could reveal a lady's taste in literature or her favorite food, though in stranger Shadows... Listen, if I thought you were some sort of... lecher I never would have invited you to stay in my home. If you find it too much of a temptation we can go relax in another part of the house. I'm sure not -all- of the floors are mirrored. ...are they?" She glances to Phoenix inquisitively but their brilliant hostess is already occupied with another guest.
Phoenix is totally pokerfaced. Or watching Moth dancing around the flame, or the big orange bouncin ginto Gissy... Not ALL the floors. Certainly. Some of them are matted...partially.
Porcupine sets down the most recent glass of bubbling light and with a careful bow not poke the Pheonix with one of those ticklish quill like feathers, leads her out onto the ballroom floor. For him all the light in the room fades to the background as he finds himself lost in the phoenix's eyes. Pulling the fiery bird of desire close and wrapping an arm about her waist, he leads her onto the dance floor in an elegant display of pageantry and affection.
Although the waltz has the expected rhythm, the tempo is flashy, faster than expected. Weaving over the mirrored dance floor, Flame tempts Moth with glittering beadwork and sparkling eyes. The floating melody catches gliding turns, fluttering wings and a heady whirl of skirts. Within the reflective floor the pair dance a topsy-turvy glimmer of flickering flame stirred by the flutter of circling moth wings. In both the above and below hands touch and fingers glide while her eyes do not leave his and her smile softens.
Phoenix is swept away, offering apologetic smiles, but folk understand, it's time to open the ball part, they can't have a mothdance outstage the hosts! Ah well. Glitter and all, everyone to the dancefloor as the music slowly melts into a vivid polka. As the crowd starts to bounce and sway, mirrors get that more confusing and not once does a drinking guest smack into the walls. Phoenix is stolen, and she seems to enjoy herself as the pair swirls, her feathered braid snapping with sudden turns with the jingle of their metallic capes. Eyes of the phoenix are locked on the strange animal in front off her. And him alone.
Giselle focuses on the dancers, grinning as she watches them all and swaying in time with the music. She pays particular attention to the porcupine and phoenix. She's gained a drink from somewhere, but takes her time with it.
Mercier provides a smile to Meijanri, "I certainly would hope that I don't qualify as a /lecher/ Captain, but you should know that I'm not, precisely, a man who shy's away from the company of a pretty woman." Mercier notes with a smile, "But that's because I enjoy their company, not because I'm some scurilous cad who doesn't mind a field of broken hearts." He says, clearly quite chagrinned that such a brand of man exists. He tilts his head as he hears Cinderella sing out his name, looking into the direction of the woman briefly, before looking to Meijanri, "Your company and conversation, I would certainly enjoy, Captain, and I would like to to hear more of your people and your present efforts. It seems we haven't had much time to talk, even you being the land lady. However, I do believe I owe the large, poofy thing a dance."
Orange dances a dance of weirdness and joy, he does not bump info anyone one.
Porcupine would steal away the Phoenix as if those colorful electric lighted quills didn't help catch the eye of other dancers and keep them at a comfortable distance. That is as the music picks up and encouraging the dancers to perform.
So.. a Dance off it shall be! All for entertaining those gathered with grand performances by all! That up beat instrumental music growing past a waltz to ... ?
POLKA!
Meijanri motions Mercier wordlessly toward Giselle with an encouraging nod, then slithers off to find herself a nice spot to occupy. Waltzes are not her strong suit. To say she has two left feet would be absurdly generous. Brushing her lantern out of her face yet again, she coils her long body near a wall and runs a fingertip around the rim of her glass idly.
Orange stops bouncing and starts rolling around.
The large, poofy thing still looks around for Mercier. Once she spots him, Giselle looks terribly excited and starts to bounce his way as she waves towards the man. "A waltz! You owe me a waltz!!" she calls to him.
As the music picks up, Flame and Moth follow suit. Flame's hands lift so one is held at about shoulder height in Moth's while her other hand rests on his shoulder and his settles between her shoulderblades. And they are off. She moves backwards as he approaches, light teasing the poor insect. Then they turn into a controled spiral spin around the mirrored floor, her skirts spiraling outward, then inward as the flame licks the poor moth's legs. At the end of the spiral, they settle into the gliding advance and retreat once more.
Mercier slinks into the crowd again, blending in as he does so, dissapearing in plain sight, and weaving his way this way and that towards Giselle, approaching her from behind and leaning forward to issue a statement to her side, "Weren't planning on doing too much /flitting/ in that thing, were you, milady?" He asks, glancing up at the music, "Its a mask party, do keep that in mind... I would love for people to not know my identity tonight, if I can help it. Which I haven't been able to, much/"
Orange runs toward Giselle's companion and goes in for the epic bounce.
Theodore the BUTLER stops the ORANGE by sheer unmoving plankness.
Giselle turns, and then when Mercier comments on his attempt at anonymity she giggles. "Sorry! There was no point to me wearing a mask." Not with all her hair. She exclaims loudly then, "Dance with me, strange man I don't know!" Yeah, that was subtle. Meanwhile, Theodore's stepping in the way of the orange gets a grin from the sparkling, poofy woman and then she moves to try to drag Mercier to the dance floor.
Then orange bounces off the butler three times and sits Dow. t gaze at him.
Butler is dressed up in yellow and red and offers a hand to Orange. GASP! Was there odder couple on dancefloor eveeeeeeeeeeeeerrrr! Will Orange ACCEPT? Sucha clash of colors!!!
Orange takes the butler's hand and follows the butler's lead.
And just like that...all other couples are outstaged. There was never better polka done in Amber.
Moth discovers the exquisite benefits of closer dancing are a fair tradeoff for the brief sizzling touches of Flame's skirt, and even the barest press of bodies as they come together in the slower movements of the seamless waltz numbers. In a synchronized step that has them both turning separately in a series of pirouettes, he takes note of the other couples now on the mirror floor, strutting their stuff. In particular, Phoenix and Porcupine so intensely enraptured with one another in their glamorous dance. Facing his own partner once more, Moth risks the fire in a whirling lift. Aww, that didn't hurt one bit. When she comes back down facing outwards in his arms, he spreads his hands over her hips in an unconventional bit of burlesque that becomes hidden in the cloak of his wings. Then.. away again, following the tempo change into the next stirringly militaristic waltz.
Ice Queen is asked to dance by one of the other guests, and she makes her way onto the dance floor for a number, but doesn't keep going after that, returning her partner to his original company, and then moving along to another partner, and then another. But no single partner gets more than one dance with the frosty woman.
Phoenix manages to peel herself away from Porcupine with a light forehead bump as one piece fades to another, and allows other courtiers to snatch them apart...although her eyes do snap from time to time to check on his location and the masked ladies trying to get his attention, and they occasionally slip to admire the skill of mothflame. Mothballs anywhere? When the first block fades and band need a breather, Phoenix finds Porcupine again, excusing herself to an elderly lady who octopussed him, and they climb the gallery. A clinkclinkclink marks speach.
Mercier gives a nod and allows himself to be dragged to the dance floor, bring himself up to start a dance with the woman. The absolutely floofy dress does make a waltz a little difficult, but Mercier attempts to do famously enough, keeping in step with the polka, "I'm glad to see you here, in any case, or we might never get an opportunity to actually dance."
With much a due the music slowlyy slips back into the slow, hold each other close melody. At which time a voice rings out, "Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for attending the Celebration of Eternal light with House De Sorgo." The music slows and the lights in the room wash in near all the colors until there is a starlit sky washing over the floor and ceiling alike. Then as the phoenix rises so too does the sun. The shine of light only blinding enough to turn attention from all the color to give pause to the patrons standing amongst the stars. The porcupine says, in a humbled tone, "Thank you all for attending this celebration! A reminder to us all that the night is darkest before the dawn. That winter's hand is coldest before the warm thaw of Spring!" Glancing to the phoenix then, encouraging her join him.
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Ruby approacheth the the dance floor and looks upon it like it held all the super duper secrets the universe had to offer. She watches how the couples step and manuever in unison. The invisible patterns they create together, avoiding collisions and never straying too far from their routes.
Orange dances with the butler but occasionally wants to bounce into people. Theo gently guidesnthe orange to safty
Giselle is finally getting a chance to dance with Mercier, and she's not going to be distracted from it by other things or changes in the music. So long as there's something playing, they'll manage. It is hard to dance in a dress that large and SO FLUFFY, but apparently, she has some practice at it. The polka is managed with some effort, and she replies "Oh, we'd have had the opportuity eventually. And we'll get more opportunities!" Once the music slows again, she adapts so they can keep dancing.
Porcupine says, "So many of you tonight have already done so much to aid Amber. Through your sacrifice, hard work, and unrelenting efforts We have done much to repair the lower city. To rebuild it and to mend the scar of the most recent disaster that has struck Amber, our people, and our very own hearts. But tonight, the light we cast at this Ball is being replicated in the lower city providing the same warmth of belief and hope. Though such words have more definitive names. Food, Houseing, and Work. While we know everyone here has risen above the call of duty recently. We humbly ask you to do so again. An orphanage and school is being built within the lower city to bring forth better means of education to those who cannot afford it and the orphanage.. will be ..." His voice breaks then just a bit and he glances to the Pheonix in need of support.
Phoenix smiles a bit and steps forward "...It is Sorgo's tribute to Prince Benedict. His gift will become hope for Amber's future, and there is so much hope, with so many wonderful people out there. Thank you for being here through the bad times, because of you, we can now put our efforts to make the future brighter than ever. We will endure to the dawn..." she switches moods with graceful change in tone "Until dawn!" she rises a glass, as waitors distribute glasses for the toast around.
Phoenix shouts "And beyond! To Amber."
Bottles of champagne pop! And the lights of the Ball reignite as the galaxy of stars dissipates with a rising sun that returns all the colors of wonder and delight! "To the light of Amber!"
MerriMoth and Flame have ceded to the intermission of the music into a low, slow rhythm, and he takes her in front of him once more, hands resting on her waist. Looking up to the next landing where the Bird is the Word, they listen gravely while swaying their hips in rhythm. In keeping with the charitable theme of the event, there must always be motion, and fine things to move towards. Accepting a flute each from a waiter, they raise a toast to the Once-and-quite-literally-Future King. "To the dawn," murmurs Merrisol, simply, then drinks.
This is probably one of the most grandiose things Ruby has ever remembered witnessing since she washed up. She's feeling a few atmospheres off. Like her head could pop like one of those champagne corks. she accepts a delicate looking drink and doesn't immediately quaff it, not wanting to spend attention on anything or than witnessing the fantasic scene and the way it keeps unfolding and altering.
Ice Queen listens quietly, her own glass raising quietly in a salute as the good cause is identified. A wry smile crosses her lips, and she inclines her head to her hosts from her spot near the dance floor.
Orange bounces off and justnwatches.
Standing with MerriMoth, Flame leans a bit against him, swaying with the rhythm still thrumming through her from the band's efforts. Turning her attention up to the level where Phoenix and Porcupine gather the attention of the guests. Listening, she nods to the speaches, she nods once and glances up at the Moth. Accepting the flute, the Flame lifts it in a toast, "To the Dawn." Taking a sip, she lowers the glass and looks into the liquid it contains. It is the swaying with her Moth that brings her back to the moment. She flickers a smile up to him once more, her comment soft enough that it is lost to those near her.
Phoenix from that point on rarely manages to reach the dance floor, mingling with the guests and chatting on the sidelines, making sure music pace is right and that during the breaks entertainers are provided. That everybody always has a drink in hand and that platters are never empty. As she rotates, she manages to find her way back to Porcupine occasionally, and then recharged melts into crowd again. She does make sure to reserva one dance for each male friend present, and to chat at least once more with each lady friend present about the absolute glory of their looks.
"Certainly so... and I don't know why the delay, you are a wonderful dancer." Mercier notes, with a smile over his mask. This close... the mask appears to be concealing something that looks suspiciously like a black eye, "How've you been? I haven't seen you since that debacle in that night club in that horrid place."
Giselle replies to Mercier "There just hasn't really been a lot of opportunities, I guess. We'll have to work on that." It seems like a promise being made. Her forehead wrinkles a little as she looks at him - more specifically at his eyes - then she says "Huh." After a moment though, she moves on. "Oh, I've been good! I'm almost always good, though. How about you?"
Moth waggles his antennae at Phoenix.
Phoenix shakes tailfeather at Moth.
Ruby raises her mask up on her forehead to allow better access to the flute of bubbly. She tilts her head backwards and drains the fizzy liquid in a go. The concoction goes down with a sweetness that teases the tastebuds and snap, crackles and pops all the way to her gullet. She extends a tongue and laps at the rim until she's sure it's all gone. All this highly refined drink is going to spoil her. The large gal gives the dance floor another withering glance and stalks towards a table to gather up a plate of sustenance.
As the orchestra swells back into the current waltz number without missing a beat, MerriMoth puts the glasses aside and counts them in with a step and a glide. He clasps Maggie's hand at her waist to spin her out to the length of his arm, and she returns along with the poised frame of their partnering, to follow the dance through its precise tilts and twirls. As they've been at it for a few numbers, it's only proper to depart the dancefloor and perhaps sit a few out in quiet socializing. Or, well.. perhaps there are friends and relations who might fancy taking a turn over the floor with one or the other.
Mercier nods a bit as they dance, "Well enough. The usual problems and foibles to be sure, an eludicating conversation with Lord Carmichael the other day... oh, I believe I met one of your brothers... a man name Vincenzo?" Mercier asks, lilting his voice to a question, before going through a twil in the waltz, glacing about the room, "Its certainly a nice event though except..." He looks back to where the fireworks were, shaking his head, and changing the subject, "Where did you get the idea for that.... astounding dress?"
Giselle continues to dance smoothly with Mercier, obviously enjoying herself a great deal. When the orchestra rolls back into a waltz, she looks terribly pleased and her steps become quite bouncy. Not so bouncy that her partner can't hold onto her, though. She grins, then says "Yes, he's my brother. Nice guy, isn't he?" She asks him then "Except for what?" before rolling right into saying "Isn't it *awesome*? I love this dress. I've been a few places where they wear this kind of thing. I just love it!"
Moving with MerriMoth, Flame does dart him a quick, if somewhat sheepish grin as she spins out to the end of his reach. The swirl of feet and skirts at that moment would be dizzying if seen from above, or in the mirrored floor they decorate. Turning back again, she steps briskly, lightly, easily into his arms again. Then, she lets him lead her off the dancefloor toward a quiet spot to sit a few out. Or, to give friends and family a chance to dance with either of them. She does murmer a soft, "Thank you," to her partner.
"Nothing, I just haven't seen fireworks in a while. I suppose, or... whatever those were, anyhow. Lights like that." He shakes his head a bit and provides her with a winning smile, "I think I'll need a drink after this bout of dancing..." He nods, "Its quite the affair, I've seen a few like ones, they always engender to make an impression, though it could use a little more bustle I suppose." Mercier notes, glancing behind Giselle, "The dress, that is. I think you have quite a fine amount of bustle already." He notes, "The dress does complement sweeping movements and twirls."
Ruby tugs harshly on the crimson collar that ends just below her jawline. The feeling of being constricted and covering so much flesh not her cup of tea. At the appetizer table she splays a hand and lays a napkin atop it. Not very choosey and having a hard time distinguishing the more fancy varieties she presses her lips together tightly and starts building a pyramid of bite-sized things. A ziggurat of nom.
Giselle ohhhs, then nods. "Yeah, I was a little late. I missed those. Were they awesome? I'll bet they were awesome." she says with a grin. "And we can get a drink after this, sure! You know I can always drink." she says, then giggles. "And I'm glad you like my bustle. I'm pretty proud of it, myself." She twirls around with him a bit longer, just until that musical chapter ends.
Strolling along towards the refreshments area, Merri spots Ruby playing with the free eats. "Hey," he greets, looking around for Meiangleri, but that lady must be raiding some other canape table. "Is this your first time at the Sorgo estate, Ruby? There's a few other rooms open to the public.. I think the ballroom is doing more casual music, if you want to check that out with Maggie and I?" No pretense at masquerade, since obviously Ruby saw right through their costumes and masks, right..?
Ruby tugs her food monolith closer to her body on instinct, hunching over a little before she recognizes a friend approaches. Her off-kilter mask challenges the moth to single combat. "Aye. Merri." she relaxes and rolls her shoulders, which threatens another itch. "Be'ah week 'o firsts. An this one added tah tha pile. Truth." she sniffs, balancing her consumables. "Tha would be most swellish." she squints, "You some sortah booter-fly. Gots fiddly part'n everythin. Tha's grand. Like'ah Bee. Where me 'oney. Where me 'oney. An Maggah, she be loike...tha 'oney tha burns." Or perhaps like a Moth and a Flame which makes a lot of sense.
The walk toward the quiet corner is interrupted when Ruby is found by the refreshments. "Hello, Ruby. Did you find anything good?" By the look of the pyramid the answer should be yes. "Would you like to walk with us?" She extends a hand toward the taller woman, beckoning a bit, though the gesture drops after a moment, "If you would care to, of course." Catching a bit of Giselle's conversation, she turns to watch the woman with the amazing gown dancing with the man in the generic outfit. A wave is offered, but she turns back to Ruby as the reply comes. The smile that began grows to a grin, "Thanks."
Mercier finishes the song with Giselle, befoe leading her off the dance floor, and to a table nearby Rub, giving a nod to Giselle, "You should be." He notes with a micheavious glint in his eyes. Hey, Ethan's not around, is he? He escorts her to her seat and invites her to utilize said bustle in the chair, before finding them some drinks, glancing towards Ruby and Merrisol, and... Ruby's giant plate of food. He raises his eyebrow, "Worked up an appitite already?"
Merrisol's own smile falters a tad when Ruby's acceptable guess of Butterfly strays farther afield to.. Bee. Honey Bee, even. And Maggie.. his Flamin' Pot o' Honey.. oh help, Lir, Unicorn, somebody. Help him to not laugh in Ruby's face. He coughs into his hand and clears his throat, ahrm! "Uhhh.. yeah. That's close, very good." Eyes streaming a bit behind the fluffy antennae mask, he glances to Maggie, and then over to see Mercier and Giselle wandering from the dancefloor. "Good evening," he nods to them both, briefly taking note of Mercier's perfunctory outfit and Giselle's absolute froth of a gown. "We were just about to take a tour of the rest of the public premises," he explains, the offer open to join.
Giselle is led towards the table, and smiles to those nearby. A wave is offered, too. "HI!!" she offers towards them, then adds to Mercier "It is an awfully fine bustle." she agrees, the mischief in her eyes matching Mercier's nicely. She somehow manages to sit despite the immenseness of her dress, though it would be impossible to sit right next to her with all that material to either side. She has to keep her hands firmly on her lap to keep it from flipping up on her. At the offer to join the tour, she looks at Mercier to give him the choice.
Ruby leans over, eyes still on those coming closer and inhales the apex of her food pyramid. It is quickly processed with all the speed and efficiency of a Begman garbage disposal. The urgency may be an appropriate answer to Mercier's earlier question because she's making her way down the monument before her mouth tells her it's time to pause and process things. She clears most of her mouth before speaking, nodding to Giselle, Maggie and Mercier which helps some swallowing of nosh in the meantime. Giselle's dress gets quite an eyeballing. "Aye. Tour. Fine. Thank Bog I got rid 'o me foot-planks. Nothin bettah than yer own two flippahs rathah than them 'orrible things. Dunno 'ow you femmes stand'm or stand on'm."
Mercier places Giselle's drink down, taking a gulp of his own, halting while he gets to sit down, "Ah..." He peers towards Merrisol, "Moth and Flame. That's.... clever." He notes, snorting a bit to himself at the comparison, the mask hiding both his lingering black eye and a slight glance around Merrisol, "Ah... yes, I haven't been given a tour of the property proper, I think that would be lovely." He says with a smile, adjusting his yellow cape a bit and holds his hand out to guide Giselle up... he looks back to Ruby, "My apologies, Bosun... are you not wearing shoes?"
The Ice Queen catches a look, and nods to the Porcupine in return. A smile crosses her face, warming the features that are visible. She is promptly gathered for another round of dancing, a popular partner, given the glow of her clothing and the gentle tap of crystal against crystal as she turns and sways to the music.
Maggie smiles at MerriMoth, guessing the effects of Ruby's description of their costumes rather than knowing. She winks once before turning back. By then the pyramid is being eaten. Waving to Mercier, the Ice Queen and CinderElle, she turns it to a welcoming gesture, "Join us?" Lifting her gaze, she seeks the Porcupine only to see him venture elsewhere. The soft tinkle of the crystals from the dance floor catches her attention and she turns to glance that way briefly. Shoes? Turning, she looks down toward Ruby's feet and back up. Barefoot? Oh. Looking up again, she smiles at Ruby, "Smart. Though you get used to them in time."
When Mercier expresses an interest in taking a tour, Giselle smiles and nods to him. She keeps one hand pressed on the front of her skirt as she reaches for his hand to help her up, again so it doesn't flip up on her. It takes some effort to rise, given all that foofy material, but it's obviously something she's practiced. Once up, she takes her drink and has a sip before saying with a grin "I love floating parties. Someone grab a couple bottles to take with us on the tour."
Bare feet..? MerriMoth doesn't look at all, especially since he'd have to tilt his head all the way down to see through the eyemask's visual scope, and that would be much too obvious and rude. The food tables are tempting, but Merrisol is no gourmet, unless one counts the exploration of rooms to be a process of visual consumption. He nods to Mercier's agreement, then offers his right arm to Maggie, and then his left to Ruby, a courteous habit in the formal setting.
Velvety forearm guards. Real Velour. You know you wanna. Bottle-snatching he leaves to those not towing two ladies around, mmhrm!
Away from the inner sky-lit courtyard and surrounding indoor gallery, passing all manner of scavenged lamps, festive light strings, and shining mirrors which Merri pointedly ignores. There are various hallways cordoned off, and they skip the stairway to observation landing above the gallery, for now. The grand ballroom is easy to reach, all richly polished wood floor panels in an elaborate compass rose motif, and breathtaking chandelier. A mechanical contraption that might be a jukebox or a giant music box. Also? A full wall of tall, pristine mirrors, enhancing the grandeur of the room. Why this wasn't reserved for waltzing might be a question of strategy for the party planner extraordinaire.
The music selection here is quick and jaunty, sometimes jazzy ragtime, other times a lilting reel full of fiddle-playing. Young couples, preferring this style over the froofery of three-quarter time, are scattered about the floor, dancing in whatever manner pleases them.
Ruby wanders along with the group, shaking her head side to side, the cuttlefish mask threatening the airspace up there. Commenting to the members of the floating party as they go. "Not from tha circus. Not'ah slinkah thing tha can walk on stilts. Truth." A tongue plunks against the back of her upper gnashers and wriggles furiously at a bit of veggie. "Knew'ah skinny femme could walk on stilts. She could dance like one 'o them whatsits...stilt birds. Blokes luved Peggah. Dun't undahstand. She 'adda face like'ah shovel. But then, she was 'igh oop..." she frowns and gets back to shoe torture. "Threw the bloody things in tha boosh on tha way'n. Folks thought I was gonna fall ovah on'm. Loike I sum sortah tree. Or a bloody slum." Enroute, she turns towards a table and follows up on Giselle's suggestion by nabbing something that looks like it contains more of the frothy bubbly stuff.
Mercier leads Giselle, if she allows it, and follows along with Merrisol, Maggie, and Ruby as they proceed on the tour, taking a glance around the ballroom as they arrive, and the giant mirrors, he looks into them, examining the room through them, before turning about and looking up towards the Chandalier, "Well, we will have to get a dance here as well, before the night's through." He smiles, "Ah, now that's a fiddle if I heard one."
Maggie takes Merrisol's arm, her hand resting on the softness of the velour forearm guard on his right side. She walks with care, her heels clicking occasionally against wood or hushing softly on carpet. Nodding to Mercier, Giselle and Ruby, she tilts her head as they reach the grand ballroom. Parting her lips in surprise, she whispers a quiet, "wow." as the compase rose, the mirrors, the mechanical machine comes into view. This would have been a great room for waltzing, certainly. As it happens, she did grab a bottle as she passed a table. Lifting the bottle, she offers it to Gizelle and Mercier to spice the dance should there be one.
Giselle certainly allows Mercier to lead, a bounce in her step and not a care on her face. She finishes off what's in her glass, and also swaps it out for a bottle instead as she passes one. She has the expression of someone who has been here before, but is happy to accompany the others. She grins as the looks over the ballroom, and says "I do miss going to big affairs in beautiful rooms like this one. It's been quite a while." She nods to having at least one dance with Mercier in here before the party ends. When Maggie offers the bottle she grabbed Giselle winks at her and holds up her own. "Looks like we've got what I'd call a good start."
Merrisol had been expecting those mirrors, his gaze cutting to one side momentarily, then back to front, with a rallying look to the high ceiling. He smiles then, as Mercier demonstrates his potential for kicking back and having fun. Looking from Maggie to Ruby in an unaccustomed craning of his neck from a lower to a higher angle, he withdraws his arms so he can remove his furry-winged cape and toss it into a heap against the nearest wall. After a moment's thought, he bends to pull off his furry white boots as well, tucking the socks into them and going as barefoot as Ruby on the lavishly waxed ballroom floor. He offers a 'c'mon' gesture to her and Maggie both, to join him in dancing freestyle to the lively tune.
Ruby tries to take a swig from the neck of her bottle and finds it doesn't go down quite as easily as rum. It's so cloyingly sweet and effervescent. Still, it is alcohol and she's provided a foundation in her stomach to soak up a bit of it. The size of the rooms is impressive. The style and finery probably wasted on her and hard to differentiate the important differences between here and other recent events. She can only soak in so much. After craning her own neck to look here and there, she cocks it questioningly at Merrisol. Settling the bottle down carefully with a plonk, she purses her lips in thought and to keep the fizziness locked up tight while it dissipates. She nods slowly, accepting this new challenge as she pads out to join the dancing.
Maggie releases Merrisol's arm as he draws his arm away. Moving to the side a little, she watches Merrisol shed his cloak, boots and socks. Glancing around, she nods to Giselle and lifts the bottle again in a sort of toast. Drinking a swig, she reaches over to settle the bottle on the table. Lowering, she moves her hands to lift the hem of her skirt. Her fingers move to her ankle to release the buckle holding her shoe on. Once she slips the pump off, she shifts to draw her other foot forward. Repeating the process, she pushes both shoes off to one side. Jumping to her feet, she dashes out onto the dance floor, skirts floating and billowing about her legs.
Having disappeared with the Phoenix, ye old Porcupine comes back with his quills in a mess. That poor excuse of a speech he tried to make forgotten by the rosy cheeks due to indulgence of the alcohol, yes alcohol, thats right. To which another bubbly glowing cocktail is collected as The Porcupine saunters back into the ball room, providing a 'How do you do?' and 'Good to see you.' to the many strangers he passes by.
Mercier smirks towards Giselle as he leads her out, "Now's a fine time." He notes cocking his head at the temp of the song before he taps his head a bit to the beat once or twice. He twirls Giselle, snorting a bit, "I used to play a bit of the fiddle, you know." He notes, stepping around, "Its hard to find the right parties around here I think..." He muses a bit, flushing his cape in one direction for a bit of a flourish as the dance turns. His eyes spot the Porcupine coming back in, and he provides the quill'd person a nod.
Giselle lifts her bottle towards Maggie in a return of that toast, before taking several gulps. Of course, then she's twirled by Mercier, and giggles again as she keeps her grip on the champagne. She waves to the returning porcupine with her bottle hand, extending it towards him in an offer to drink more. "You used to?" she asks her escort and dance partner as she steps along with him. "You'll have to fiddle for me sometime! And if we can't find the right parties, we'll just have to throw them ourselves!" She seems fine with leaving her boots on while she dances.
The formal ballroom, to which the Cuttleface, the Moth, the Flame, the Merchant, and the Bustle had wandered, is playing a more intimate venue despite the fanciness of the space. The breezy skirl of flute and fiddles encourages the young and young-at-heart to dance as they feel.
Merri gives one of his rare but genuine laughs as that challenge is accepted by Ruby and then Maggie, the latter's now shoeless leap and dash invoking an exuberant sparkle in his eyes and a cheeky grin besides. He plants his hands to his hips to solo it at first in the social triangle they form alongside the partnership of Mercier and Giselle. A light-hearted sway and hop to the toe-tapping rhythm. After a while, he takes Ruby for a gallop that spins and twists, leading without seeming to lead, if only to make sure no feet are trampled in the making of this fun. Then he turns to take Maggie off in the opposite direction, although he naturally gets more up close and personal for their skipping steps.
Ruby stalks out to a space nearby Maggie and Merrisol. For what is coming, she should give them a safety zone. The beat of the music is what she strains to separate from all the other noises. All those strings and things. The treble filtered so that the bass can give cues. She bounces on the balls of her feet as if she were limbering up for a bit of trouble or scuffle. When she gets taken out for a canter, she doesn't dare try to lead consciously. The initial resistance is there. Only dipping her toe in, so to speak, and not risky terribly complicated stretches. She almost titters or whinnies when her turn comes to an end. Discomfort in her new dress forgotten with the prospect of some exercise. When she's solo she decides it might be time for /The dance of her peoples/. She leans her head back and lets her eyes go a bit unfocused. Shoulders slouch in a diagonal, which is mirrored by her hips as they cock in the opposite direction. Legs creating a triangle with the floor. Head starts to rotate in small swishing half-circles. Never standing on anything but the metatarsals and toes and keeping her heel and arch up off the floor. Seeking out the beat rather than all that trebly riffraff she zeros in on the rhythm. A bit of a throaty rumble building in her throat.
Off she goes!
"Oh, dear Gods no." Mercier responds to the idea of him playing the fiddle, "One needs to entertain themselves on long trips down the river." He explains, before laughing, "No, no, I won't be throwing many parties. That requires a degree of capital and connections, and you can make as many enemies as friends." He notes, before watching as Ruby canters to the dancefloor and then starts dancing... differently. The mirror allows proper vantage in whatever way they're dancing, and he takes a long to Merrisol and Maggie, motioning with his head, "She made the right decision in giving her heels the chuck."
Giselle waves off the idea of making both enemies and friends by throwing parties. "Oh, I don't care about that stuff. So I'll throw the parties. You just have to promise to show up!" she replies, then also watches Ruby. There's a grin, and then she's perfectly happy to keep dancing. The free-form doesn't really match such a formal gown as hers, but she doesn't look like she cares about how she looks.
Maggie answers Merrisol's laugh with a cheeky sort of grin. She claps in time with the music as Merrisol takes Ruby around for a spin then leaps into the thick of it when it is her turn. The twirls and spind taken are a bit elaborate, a bit intimate, all fun. A hop and a spin and a whirl sees her leave Moth's arms, flit about that end of the floor and return to his arms all in a flash that leaves her laughing and flushed. The mirrors do give her a good view of Ruby beginning a solo display of rhythmic dance moves. A spin and another whirl shows her Giselle, Mercier and the Porcupine. The party is raging out in the formal venue but in here, things are more intimate and possibly more spirited.
