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VII⋆ Ɛмσтισηαℓ Hєαℓιηg┊✚┊Log;

Who: Everyone!
What: Christmas Ball
Where: Mercy found a decent sized ballroom to hold it in Genessia.
When: 8pm onwards on December 22nd

The night was finally here. Angela spent a lot of time trying to find a decently sized ballroom that would fit those interested in coming, yet allow them to just sit down and hang out if they wanted. Dates are encouraged, but not required, so anyone interested in coming have the opportunity to come by themselves if they wanted to.

There's a variety of food choices to choose from. She had thought about trying to make food for it, but in the end she figured it would be easier to ask someone to cater to for it, so there will be a few choices for dinner for those interested. Each guest has one free plate and has the option to choose between a filet mignon, grilled chicken breast, or lobster. As far as sides, you can either choose between a salad, baked potato, or soup. For those interested in drinking, Gale has generously offered some alcohol for the event, but only those who are 18 and older may drink. Otherwise there are other drinks available such as juice, punch, water, milk, sodas, or coffee. There is also hot chocolate available along with apple cider and eggnog to go along with the the holidays. And of course you can't forget the sweets, and thankfully Fai has offered to supply plenty of that.

Overall, Angela -- along with Sertoria and those interested in helping out -- can be seen here and there as she tries to make sure everything is running smoothly. Feel free to stop her at any time or come poke her when she's not running around with like a crazy woman. She'd love to talk to everyone.

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[Angela feels this is a great time to talk to friends and new people alike and really encourages others to have a good time. So feel free to just have a good chat with people.]

[There is a decently sized area for dancing, so feel free to have a little fun. May it be a slow dance or just dancing for the fun of it, have fun! And look for wall flowers. Make sure to get them involved too!]

[There's a good variety of food to choose from, but Angela doesn't mind if you bring some of your own stuff to contribute. A good dinner is always a welcome time. For those old enough, there is a mini bar opened up for the sake of sharing a good drink with friends; Just try not to drink too much, okay? They will cut you off if they think you've had enough.]

[Angela didn't have anything planned for a Secret Santa or gift exchanges, but anyone is welcome to bring the gifts they have for others to give to them here if they have them.]

[The good captain showed up, dateless, but looking damn sharp in his dress uniform. It's a little more official looking than the tuxedo he might normally wear, but guess what? It feels comfortable, and natural. So that's what he's wearing.]

[He kind of misses being a captain.]

[Nonetheless, there's no sorrow, melancholy, or worry here. His smile and stance are relaxed, approachable. He'll settle down to eat soon enough, but for now, he'd rather make the rounds, get to know people he hasn't met, and exchange pleasantries with the people he has.]

[Maybe if he's lucky he'll even get to talk business with other people involved in the GSRF or guardianship of the cities. And if conversation with one of his female friends turns into a dance? Apparently they'll move to the appropriate thread so he can showcase his very rudimentary skills at the most basic waltz or two-step.]

[Lydia showing up by herself? Of course not, she'd managed to talk Takumi into coming with her and her entrance is, of course, by her being attached to his arm while wearing a probably not weather appropriate dress that she didn't seem to be cold or anything in. But she does have her hair out of that high ponytail for once, merely down and resting over her shoulder in the front to happily show off her back some more.

But she's cooing softly, immediately going off by herself the moment she's sure she's been seen to go investigate what other sort of people are around and whether they'll prove some interest to her.]

[Abandoning her companion is probably not the smartest idea ever, but doing smart things tends to not exactly be her forte on these sorts of things. Especially since this sort of scenario is something she's been dying for and she's going to take full advantage of it.

Even if it means keeping to the edge of the dance floor proper and really just wanting to get out there for whatever reason. Not that most balls tend to have music she normally deals with, but after living as long as she has you learn a thing or two, after all.]

[Oddly enough, The Helghast Colonel also shows up and stands in the background, full armor. He doesn't mind the crowds but he'd talk business if someone decides to talk to him.]

He eyed him a bit serious.

"I'm assuming you have a high ranking within your ship?"

Radec nodded.

[Now that everything has been taken care of, Angela can finally relax a bit and have a good time. She can be seen wandering around, looking around for familiar faces. Wearing a strapless, white dress with a leg slit, she chose to match it with a little bit of color with her heels. She even managed to find an interesting cape to pair it off with, leaving her hair hair down with the exception of curls.]

How's your evening so far?

Why hello there, stranger.

[Hey Jim, look who's come to bother you. Looking at his apparel, she gave him a soft smile.]

You clean up nice.

[Angela isn't the best dancer, but she does try at least. But dancing alone seems a bit sad, so she's going to just take a break for now while she grabs something to drink. Come bother her.]

[Angela didn't know Lydia yet, but she wanted to meet more people. So trying to be the best hostess she could be, she approached the girl with a friendly smile.]

Hello there. You look lovely tonight.

[Tatlyn, having gotten fed up with freezing outside, managed to find her way to this ball. And thankfully, she was prepared for the occasion.

She was wearing a Santa dress, complete with a fluffy white-trimmed shawl. The skirt of the outfit was double layered, a solid red first layer and the second was a white veil with sparkles to depict a snow flurry.

Tatlyn didn't do much else is decorating herself. No ribbons and nothing on her wolf ears or tail. All she did was stand at the quietest spot she can find, playing a soothing rendition of "Silent Night" on her tin whistle. On a table behind her was a basket of cookies with a note attached, which reads;

"Warning: Cookies are laced with generous amounts of holiday cheer.

Or maybe it's rat poison.

You won't know until you try."

What a delightful little monster she can be. But there is a 99% chance it is safe to eat.]

[Why did she let Seth convince her to come here? And of all things, why did she have to wear a green dress like this? She had so many questions, but her leading one was why would anyone want to wear shoes like these? They were so uncomfortable... She should have said no. She should have stayed in her apartment, but here she was, hair about the same as usual beside the white ribbon in her hair.

She was so out of her element right now it was ridiculous. She wasn't used to wearing dresses. She tended to be more of a tomboy than anything. And she's never participated in something like this before. Honestly? She was really just... starting to feel more and more awkward. She curled up in the corner table, trying to stay as aloof as possible.]

Where is he...?

[Winter arrived with a date.]

[*record scratch*]

[Your eyes do not deceive you, nor was the eggnog laced with hallucinogens. Some might be shocked to see that her companion is a certain Vulcan, as neither of them are particularly well known for high levels of affection. And yet, that aspect alone is likely what causes others to take one look and nod to themselves, thinking, 'That makes sense.']

[Either way, it is what it is. She's not holding his hand, nor is her arm linked with his. For all intents and purposes, they probably appear cold and standoffish. But it's quite the opposite. Winter is well aware now that Vulcans are extremely sensitive to touch; so, she's not touching him. She lifts her head to murmur something to him before breaking away to seek out the (very) few others she both knows and likes.]

[Winter looks resplendent in a simple gown of midnight blue, the sheer outer layer intricately beaded. Her snowy hair is arranged into small, ascending braids on both sides of her head, joined together into a complex plait that's looped and pinned, studded with tiny red flowers that carry no fragrance. She wears no perfume, and no jewelry save for a wood ring on her right hand. She looks gorgeous.]

[But she's also Winter Schnee, so beauty can only impress so much.]

[robin was never one to know what to do at these sorts of events. her hair was free from her twintails, and instead she had it half-up with the other half just flowing freely down her back. her dress she had picked out for the occasion was what she would call, pretty and practical. pretty practical. she liked that.

currently she was standing off to the side, scanning the room and looking for anyone she might know. if she does spot someone she knows, she will certainly be smiling at them and waving. even for the people she doesn't know, making eye contact with her will gain them a decent smile.

she hadn't been out for a long time, this was definitely needed.]

[robin isn't a dancer, but hey she wants to let loose tonight and try! so she will just be standing off to the side, tapping her foot to the beat of any good songs and looking out at everyone else.

actually, if she does see anyone else that's awkwardly standing off to the side, she might just approach them. make eye contact with her, maybe?]

Edited 2017-12-23 06:39 (UTC)

My oh my! These traditions are all simply stunning!

[and have a one(1) massive zora come walking (well ducking rather) into the ballroom. it was magnificent to him, it was so dazzling! and he was smiling so brightly. since coming here he has had nothing but positive experiences, and even more positive people. everyone has been so kind to him, he thinks so at least, and he wishes to have even more wonderful adventures.

though, sidon realized, he should have perhaps changed his wardrobe up a bit. put on a new sash, maybe? change it up a bit? ah, next time he will, certainly! right now he was just admiring all the people. actually, he may be admiring them a little too much since he's blocking the entrance to the ball. tell him to move his massiveness?! or just awkwardly stand behind him...??]

[dancing! well, he had certainly seen many dances in his time, but all had been too short and felt far too stressed for them to be of any fun. it was a hard and trying time growing up, what with the ever looming calamity ganon and the divine beast roaring just a little ways away in his domain.

of course, the times he had gone and left the area of zora's domain he had seen the great hylian people. dances? yes, those happened much more frequently! even so he was.... awful at it, no real practice.

so it looks as though he wants to jump in and dance, but he doesn't know how to. how tragic!]

[ Having only stayed briefly in the previous party at Fairy Tail, Ayame felt like she should make time for this one to make up for it. Once the party is active and lively, Ayame makes an entrance by creating a portal inside the room, even making the rim of the circular ring look like a festive light display of red, white, and green sparks just because she can. Showing up in a vivid blue evening gown with a daring side slit, and with the portal closing as soon as she steps out of it, Ayame greets the first soul she makes eye contact with, nodding slightly with a collected expression. ]

Greetings.

[ Ayame proceeds to conjure up a drink in her hand, teleporting one of the champagne glasses circling around on the ballroom like it was magic. Usually more subtle or even secretive about her abilities, Ayame feels comfortable in her own skin tonight that she feels like showing off, even a little. Having a myriad of gifts for her friends for Christmas, and still have enough left over, Ayame also still feels pretty generous tonight. Maybe it's the holidays that's making feel this way, but she might leave someone new she meets a gift before the night is ended! ]

Edited 2017-12-23 10:32 (UTC)

[it barely snowed like this back home... not unless you went to the Northern Continent, at least. the 'winter' seasons held a slight chill to them, but to someone like Cloud who had 'thicker skin', it was a minor inconvenience at best. his clothing was still considerately warm, similar to the thick material he once wore when he was ~~pretending to be~~ in SOLDIER. it also helped that he found another long black sleeve to attach to his left arm yet again. some old habits died hard, even though there was nothing left to hide anymore. granted he still wasn't fond of either lying about what that pink ribbon around his arm meant, or dancing around the subject.

the sleeve helped, like some form of a blanket that he might not have actually needed. work wrapped up early for him tonight, and while by this point he'd be settled down in the library, back in his room or out training, something inside of him...clicked. and right now, under a blissful evening sky where softly setting snow crunched under his feet, Cloud had decided on none of those things. instead, he just...walked. it's been almost a month since he woke up here.

he walked and he started thinking- about things that he's surprised he hadn't let consume him earlier. maybe it was because the night was strangely quiet this time, that there was no one who spoke to him or asked him to be anywhere this time... every night when Cloud went to sleep, he willed himself to think about the next day, to think about what he'd find next in the library, or where he'd go next when Orihime or Shinjiro gave him his next clients to deliver baked goods to. and that's when it hit him, perhaps a little heavier than even he would have liked as he felt a weight in his heart as the cool night air did little to deter him, breath soft and visible before him.

"We'll go...together..."]

.....

[the sound of gunfire rings through his head, like it was still there to blow out his eardrums. but rather then jump, Cloud's footsteps slow down some, until finally, he silently looks down at himself.

"Together...we'll...play..."

a still, gloved hand reaches up, faintly brushing over the place where there used to be a hole.]

...nn.

[his heart was still there. it was beating. but...the last thing that he could remember was nothing. he remembered nothing after that, what became of him in that explosion, the fact he was fighting on borrowed time with the condition his body was in...

("Time stops... But...what am I going back to?")

... what the hell? was he...worried? wondering if he still had a family and friends to go back home to? wasn't he going to find the answers to unravel this world and make his way back home? wasn't he going to help everyone?

"I feel as if we're in good hands then."

what good were the hands of a dead man—]

...?

[stirred from his thoughts, the bustle of people up ahead caught his attention, as he blinks up at the building ahead. was he wandering again? he shook his head, as if to jostle away those thoughts that did nothing for him in the here and now before stepping forward again, curiosity getting the better of him. everyone seemed to be dressed up for an occasion.

what was the harm? he'd likely head back to his place after this, whatever was going on. Cloud slips indoors with a kick of his boots to get rid of as much snow as he could. thicker sounding boot steps filled the hallway leading towards the ballroom. the moment that Cloud peered his spiky blond head inside to have a peek, his bright blue eyes widen at how...pristine and beautiful it all looks.

and everyone else was dressed for the part too, dresses and suits, formal wear and...]

[nope. not with what Cloud was wearing. not to mention that sword he had sheathed around the back of his waist. he was far too underdressed for this! that's when he remembers, it was something that Angela was planning. he initially had no interest in it for a couple of reasons; namely the lack of a suit to...well, suit the ball. and Cloud never went to one before, not sure how well he'd do at a place like this when he wasn't exactly the smoothest at the last party he went to, charity or not. at least, that's what he thought as he's completely content with letting the door to the entrance close and hope that he wasn't seen as he prepares to turn around and leave.]

[Johnny has pretty much been here a while since his date is the one that was setting things up. On the plus side, he got to sample a ton of food before anyone ever got here.]

Pretty bad. I'm still very sad over my date not bringing me a corsage, but I guess I'll live.

[Was she restless? Yes. Anastasia couldn't sit by as these parties pass by. Christmas is when miracles happen, after all.

The little lady comes again in this pretty pink dress with a shawl included. Her hair decorated with a bow-topped band with little red and white spheres attached, two on each side of her behind her ears.

And as she enters the hall, what's this hanging on her arm? Did she bring a date?! No, it's a Sylveon. The Intertwine Pokémon was insistent on going to, and she couldn't resist the fairy eyes.

Anastasia plans on just mingling tonight, quietly singing along to the Christmas songs in between snacks and...

...and telling her Sylveon to not tickle the other party-goers or trying to hold mistletoes over them. Like it is doing right now!]

Sylvie, don't bother the people. ... [She glanced at the other party-goer.] I do apologize. I don't bring her to parties or balls often.

Edited 2017-12-23 11:18 (UTC)

[Anastasia was dressed in her favourite formal dress, this pretty pink dress with a shawl included. Her hair decorated with a bow-topped band with little red and white spheres attached, two on each side of her dangling behind her ears. She looked to her side and smiled upon the casual greeting.]

Good evening. How do you do?

[She is happy to see a great friend while out and about like this, and Ayame's display of what appears to be some form of magic was quite a little show as well! But then she realised something...

How is she going to explain being out at this hour? Hopefully Ayame won't ask.]

It's, um... It's been awhile since there was a ball, hasn't it?

[A - Open]

[Prompto Argentum looks nervous, but that isn't exactly an unreasonable state of being for him. He's come prepared, dressed in his Kingsglaive uniform, so at least he looks the part, if nothing else. He's standing off to the side, hands clasped behind his back, just observing.

He's a wallflower, but he won't turn down an invitation to dance if it's offered to him.]

[B - Belle]

[He was prompt to pick her up, and the entire point of bringing her to this ball is to dance. He's expecting that. He smooths down his jacket, it's fortunate that he has his gloves on so she won't notice his nerves and he takes a slow breath.

He's getting to it, it just takes time. He holds out his hand to her.]

Would you like to dance?

Edited 2017-12-23 13:11 (UTC)

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