Winter Ball 2014/2015

[lucreceknife]

New Year's Eve found the Winter Queen and the vast majority of her Freehold in the ballroom of one of the fanciest hotels in town. It had been rented and decorated in Medea's colors, soft whites and greys, navy blue, silver and black

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[pandoragrace]

Pandora isn't hiding exactly. It's just that-

Okay, she's sort of hiding. She still feels raw and easily breakable. The number of changelings are more a vivid, constantly moving rainbow with colors and bodies that seem to press too close (even when she rationally knows that they're not). She presumes Abigail to be too busy and really, who would want her holding on to their apron strings all night?

Though, perhaps her clothing doesn't look too out of place? Tonight, her dress was the white of swan's feathers, neatly trimmed in a silver that was almost blue. The dress itself was a reproduction of a Regency style popular in 1804, with its cap sleeves, square neck, and empire waist. A shade more metallic than the fabric of the dress, a sprinkling of stars twinkle from her skirt, playing hide and seek according to the light. It's the same color as her soft slippers. She managed to wrestle her unruly hair into neat curls, piled atop her head, with the diadem ending in a crescent moon just above her hairline. Well, managed. Past tense.

[theproblemof]

Surprise, Pandora, you've been noticed. Not by someone seeking a dance partner, but by Susan Horn, looking properly Springly in a seafoam green dress, hair pinned with pink and yellow flowers. "What, do holiday parties secretly bore you, too?" Amusement is clear in her smile as she finds a spot against the wall, offering Pandora a glass of the chiming blue wine Medea brings to all Freehold events.

[pandoragrace]

There's a sticky note somewhere among Pandora's things that says 'learn Susan's make-up skills'.

Her fingers curl around the glass carefully, in part to make sure her bare skin doesn't brush the other woman's accidentally. "Thanks," she murmurs, automatically, but doesn't drink. "I don't think bore is the proper term," she adds, trying a self-depreciating smile.

[theproblemof]

"Then what is, exactly?" She leans in close, though not touching, voice low enough to keep the conversation between them. "Fascinate, frighten, amuse...?"

[marbleincarnate]

The magic in the entryway had been, well, unexpected. As usual, however, Simon had come under-dressed and adorned in his every day attire. This was remedied and much to the golem's chagrin and he's now wearing a simple and stylish man's suit.

Since arriving he's kept his distance from others, opting to keep an eye on the various other guests and helping himself to a drink for appearance sake (until he can confirm its contents, it will not be going anywhere near his mouth). He smiles at anyone he catches looking his way, as if encouraging them to come over and engage him. Parties are more fun with stories, after all.

[lucreceknife]

Of course, the first person to drift Simon-wards is Medea herself, checking to see what he's drinking. "Italian, fancy, not magical. No blood involved in the making. Hello, handsome. I'm glad you came." The fondness isn't mere politeness--her smile is sincere and warm.

[marbleincarnate]

Simon nods at Medea and looks her dress over with a chuckle. "Hello, Dame. It seems you're far more creative when it comes to parties."

He gestures to his suit and feigns having choosen it himself. "I thought maybe simple was best, but you've proven me very wrong. Perhaps next year I'll bring a mask as well."

[lucreceknife]

"I might like that." She laughs warmly. "So how have you been, Simon? I haven't seen you since what, Thanksgiving? Between planning for Winter and you being an asocial prat..."

[lionwithagun]

Ravi's entrance is a little later. He's managed to clean up nicely, but he's got Cass on his arm. She's less a date (being his sister and all) and more a minder.

Case in point: as he takes a deep scenting breath, his gaze flickering to the corner where Susan and Pandora are chatting, she squeezes his hand with a smile that tightens her jaw. "Don't even think about it, fuzzbutt. Let's go find your redhaired friend."

[elcazadorcazado]

Security comes in the form of an amber eyed vampire wearing plain freshly stolen black clothes nowhere near as decorative as those around him. As fascinating as this ball is, it is primarily the fulfilling of a contract. Tonight he prowls through the room, keeping both eyes out and taking advantage of the fact that the dead need not blink. Every so often he finds a good spot and pauses for a moment, scanning the area, before the crowd reduce its effectiveness and he moves on.

[theproblemof]

"Surprise, surprise. I didn't know you were going to be here tonight. I would have brought the next list for you." She settles into a spot beside him, voice low.

[elcazadorcazado]

Spotting her, he pauses, head tilted her way, then his hands clasp together behind his back and he continues scanning as he speaks. His voice is low, carefully directed to her, though his head is not.

"You write these things down?"

[theproblemof]

"In code. I'm not quite Madam Defarge, but it's not a concern that the information would get out."

[shardofwinter]

As far as Reynard can see, the Ball is perfect. He barely notices his outfit change, though the mask gets a bit of an adjustment. No, he's far more concerned with the atmosphere. It takes quite a bit of effort not to make it snow, he's so excited to see all the people, the food. It's refreshing but a ball is still a ball.

He's quick to grab a drink and find the nearest soul in need of a little Winter.

[lucreceknife]

Medea finds him rather than the other way around, approaching to offer a chocolate-covered strawberry. "You came."

[shardofwinter]

He accepts the strawberry with a grin. "I did say I would come, didn't I? I'd hate to think you didn't know me as a man of my word."

Biting into it, he makes a low, approving sound. "Delicious."

[lucreceknife]

"I got a werewolf to take on the cooking, as I'm not allowed to in my season. She did an amazing job, I think."