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[adelicateflame]

Characters: Anyone attending the New Year's Eve masquerade.
Date: December 31 - January 1
Summary: Sending out the old year and ringing in the new one. With fancy dresses and masks and dancing and music and party food.
Warnings: Let the mods know if something in your thread needs to be warned for.

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[royal_tarts]

The first Bonnibel knew of this was from Marceline, who told her that they had been invited to a party. Coming from Marceline, she had assumed it would be some noisy awful mess of a thing with ghosts, some assorted undead, and songs about eyeballs and throats and the whole lot. That all changed the minute those evil little blue jays delivered her dress. She would have been stunned enough just with that, but there were these adorable little white bird's wings and an elegant mask that came along with it, as accessories. And that doesn't even give mention to the lace gloves, the earrings and the ring made from fresh water pearls, the open toed heels and the... wow it was just amazing. From that point on she had been more than a little excited for this party. Why she had even gone so far as to spend ages painstakingly cutting and trimming her hair, which just so happened to be made out of gum and was beyond impossible to work with

[lost_moral_code]

Marceline, if only it were in her nature to work within the twin realms of reason and information! Had she asked for further details the situation wouldn't have gone awry before it could begin. All she had heard, and felt that she needed to know, was that there was a big party going on to signal the end of the year. She was too much of a spontaneous person for her own, or Bonnibel's, own good. Even though she found herself unable to ask in any other way but cavalier she had not only managed to ask Princess Bubblegum to meet her at the 'party' she had actually gotten a rather unexpected answer of "yes".

The triumphant feeling was short lived, however. Not only was it a masquerade ball, meaning being unable to see faces. But The Queen of Hearts had given the masks a little magical English, you couldn't take them off after putting them on! To make things worse she made the terrible decision of leaving ahead of Bonni, she wanted to surprise her for some stupid reason. Stupid why? Because she'd have no idea what Bonni was wearing and

[royal_tarts]

Bonnibel had been making good headway on her second glass of wine, and had nervously plowed through far too many of the h'ors doeuvres by the time she showed up. She had this long beautiful black hair, and an ornate black lace crow's mask that stood out perfectly against such a brilliantly red dress. It was probably just the wine, but Bonni was feeling a little warm right around then.

"Oh. Well really it could have been better so far. I think I've been stood up." She gave a sad little sigh. "I mean, it's not like I was asked here like that, but I guess it would have been nice if she showed up at all." The wine however was not responsible for her being thankful for a little company. And who wouldn't be thankful for the company of someone so... No okay now that was the wine. Bonni gave a smile of relief, knowing that at the very least she wouldn't have to be the complete social outcast for the evening! The dying race of the h'ors doeuvres would be spared for just a little longer now that Bonnibel the stress eater had someone to talk to

[lost_moral_code]

Numerous tensions and thoughts could be eased away by blaming it on the wine. While at it one could go as far as to saying that the lights fell in just the right way, the air was sweetly scented despite the many bodies within the space of the pavilion and the thrum of the music made hearts more liable to beat uncontrollably. All in all: Blame it on the night. At least the night was kind and attentive enough to be be cool when needed, brushing at any heat plagued faces. Black, white and red all over the Crow smiled softly beneath her mask

[royal_tarts]

Princess Bubblegum was used to being the one at the ball that everyone wanted to talk to, and just about as many people wanted to dance with. She was the Princess of an affluent kingdom, and an accomplished scientist, of course people wanted to! They wanted to get ahead in their careers by having her name on their research papers. Lemons, they wanted her to write their research papers! They wanted to garner her favor or, worse yet, bed her for their own political gain. They wanted money from her, they wanted to brag to their friends that they had danced with the Candy Kingdom's ruler. She had a long history of coming home from those Royal Balls feeling utterly drained and depressed

[lost_moral_code]

To say that Princess Bubblegum was a victim of her position would be putting it lightly and not taking it as far as it should be taken. The Princess was a victim of greed and ambition, none of which were even of her own design most times. Such was the burden placed on the shoulders of any leader, worse yet one as capable as she. To them she was neither a woman or even a person, she was a stepping stone to be used to their ends. Only the foolish would assume that to fall from such would be to fall from grace or that the fall would be welcomed

[royal_tarts]

"Oh Crow, you know, you're totally right. I have this awful habit of jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst, especially with her." She sighed "I can be a pretty bad jerk to her too sometimes." And then with a sad little smile she looked up into Crow's eyes, and added, "Thanks for finding my common sense for me." The Swan's voice was a cocktail; one part relief, one part guilt and a little simple syrup, all stirred together gently with that velvety voice of Crow's. Oh dear, there was the wine again, causing her to think too much about Crow's voice, and making even the metaphors something alcoholic. 'Come on Bonni!' she chided herself, 'That's enough about Marceline! You don't want to be that girl. You've already been several other of those girls tonight. You don't need to make that list any longer.' "But that's more than enough about me. I'd love to hear more about you, Crow! Oh and there's a friend of mine here too. I just met her when I arrived, as it were, but she's like a little sister to me already. Maybe if we run into her