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[anotherdid]

Who: Everyone is welcome, children and adults alike.
Where: First floor, ballroom.
When: 01/21, from about 9:00 PM on.
Rating: r;
Summary: Formal ball.












[The ballroom's vaulted ceilings are taller than is possible within the realms of reality, and towering, wide windows let in sunlight during the day; at night, chandeliers and wall sconces light up with so many candles, it's hard to believe the light isn't from an electric source.

There are lights strung up around the entrance to the ballroom, and music can be heard playing from within. At the door, Vanessa, with the assitance of the lovely William Whele, will be waiting to meet as many guests as they can. They'll hand each person a small silver box with one of these gifts inside; Wonderland's sense of humor is evident here.]



[Tables line every side of the ballroom, a carefully organized plate setting at each chair with little trays of cookies placed here and there.

One table, set center, is piled high with desserts, Ned's pies, hors d'oeuvres brought by Dr. Lecter, and all manner of food provided by Tohru, Seta, and the diner staff, as well as assistance from Calista, Rebekah, Evelyn, and Lydia. There are numerous drinks available, champagne (thanks to Kol), and liquor, beer, fruit punch, among other beverages, thanks to the closets.]

[Thank you cards will be slipped under the doors of Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Tohru Honda, Evelyn O'Connell, William Whele, Hannibal Lecter, Calista, Seta Souji, and Lydia Martin the following day as a way of Vanessa showing gratitude for all of their help.]

Comments

[singloversing]

Wirt is admittedly not the greatest babysitter. He got caught up in his own thoughts and let Greg run off and do whatever without worrying about it. Now and then he sees Greg pass by, so he's probably fine.

He doesn't actively start looking for Greg until he spots a tiny suit sleeve sticking out from under one of the tables, and even that is mostly just to make sure Greg's not running around naked somewhere. That would be horrible and absolutely mortifying for him personally, so he bundles up the tiny suit in his arms and goes searching for his brother.

Thankfully it doesn't take him very long, and even more thankfully no one is nude. Greg is easy to find even in the crowd. It isn't even just that he's the only six year old or the only one who brought a frog or even that he's the only one in a onesie. Greg just doesn't blend in at all, and it draws people to him. Wirt's sort of jealous of that ability, but also not jealous at all. Just the thought of being stared at sends shivers down his spine.

The relief that comes from learning Greg was wearing something under his suit zaps away all of the energy Wirt had reserved for scolding him for taking it off in the first place. He sighs, and it turns into a lop-sided, tired smile.

"Hey, Greg. Having fun with your frog?"

[potatoesandmolasses]

Greg turns when he hears Wirt's voice and wobbles a little, still dizzy from that gross, bitter juice water. He grins when he sees him and tucks his frog under one arm.

"Wirt, there you are! Isn't this party great? They should have better music and dances and horse dovers, though. All the little food things taste weird, except for the pie. I guess that's cause the Piemaker came back, right? His pies are amazing!"

He taps his chin, then leans conspiratorially toward Wirt.

"Also don't tell Vanessa cause she's nice and all, but that fizzy juice water is really not very good at all. It tastes like a butt."

[singloversing]

"Fizzy juice water...?"

Wirt furrows his eyebrows, remembering back to the table...and then he gasps as soon as he realizes what Greg is talking about.

"Nonono--! That's...don't drink any more of that," he says, trying to keep calm and sound responsible even though he's freaking out inside a little. "That's for grown-ups. L-Like on New Year's! And yeah it's...kind of gross. Don't drink that."

Alright. It's officially time to pay attention to Greg and make sure he's okay and who let Greg drink champagne anyway?! He does feel a little bad that he wasn't watching him better from the start, but surely someone at the food table should have been like "Hey, maybe that six-year-old shouldn't have alcohol!" and stopped him. Wirt crouches down a little so he's closer to Greg's level.

"So, uh. ...Are you feeling alright?" He's trying to sound as nice as he can so he doesn't alarm Greg, because Wirt has a tendency to forget in the moment that it takes a lot to alarm Greg. "Do you...wanna get more pie, maybe?"

Yeah, Wirt has no idea what to do or what will help or how concerned he should be exactly.

[potatoesandmolasses]

"Haha, don't worry, I won't! It didn't taste good. I couldn't find any regular water."

Don't feel too bad, Wirt. Greg kind of stole the champagne while no one was looking. He was really thirsty--actually he's still really thirsty.

"I'm okay! I'm thirsty, though. Let's eat pie! Wirt, do you know how to do the waltzing? Everyone is doing the waltzing but I don't know how, and it seems kind of boring. It's just stepping around in a circle."

[singloversing]

Wirt shrugs.

"That's kind of what waltzing is? I mean, I don't know how to do it and I'd never do something like that anyway, but...that's kind of it. You step around in a circle with someone, while a bunch of other couples are doing the same thing."

Which is admittedly a little silly, but it's not any sillier than any of the dancing Greg was doing with his frog.

"C'mon. I'm pretty sure I saw fruit punch somewhere," he says. "Let's get you something to drink. We can worry about pie later."

Getting Greg something non-alcoholic to drink should probably be their first priority.