Winter Wednesday Wonderball

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Ballroom, Real Side
When: December 20th
Rating: PG
Summary: The invitation sent for you. Now the festivities begin! Come and join, Mirrors and Reals, and have a wonderful winter time!
The Story:

At last the invitations spell TODAY, and come 7 o'clock sharp the ballroom doors open to a beautiful winter landscape in icy blues and whites. Snow and ice of both the artificial and real variety decorate the ballroom, and white fog floods the dancefloor like an icy winter mist, making the atmosphere complete. Nevertheless the temperature is still pleasantly cool, allowing all to enjoy themselves without hiding their gowns under thick cloaks.

Decorations both standing and hanging are cool, elegant and... made with heart, though various symbols of the cool season, such as snowflakes and luscious winter conifers, have their place in the mix just the same. Chairs and tables of ice line the ballroom for anyone who wishes to rest their tired feet or enjoy the rich buffet of food and drink. It goes without saying that everyone's favourite cookies are still available, looking as delicious as ever. Still, there are alternatives, should anyone prefer to abstain for some odd reason.

For your entertainment piano music of various kinds fills the room at all times. The ball will continue well into the night, with food and drink replenishing as needed, and music playing as long as people will dance to it. Come dawn of the next day the ballroom will go quiet, all delicious goods will disappear, and furniture and decorations both will begin to melt, signalling even the most dedicated party guests that it's time to leave.

So go forth, dance, eat and drink, and be merry, and... perhaps spare just one moment to think of the ones less fortunate than yourself.

Comments

[choosetruth]

He drove a car into a gasoline-soaked house surrounded by zombies. Self-preservation is not a word I strongly associate with him.

[She will never forget.]

What do you know about the White Queen?

[pseudological]

Wow, I see how it is. “How are you, Timothy?” “Oh, I’m doing great. Thanks for asking.”

[Oh, yes. He’s going to be obstinate.]

Never said he was smart, mind. That’s his Achilles’. The people he thinks he’s gotta right to save.

[choosetruth]

I don't waste pleasantries on people who have multiple times tried to use me against a friend.

[She absolutely won't lie for him. He's not worth it.]

Caring about people isn't weakness. It's strength.

[pseudological]

No, you’re above using people. You’d never bend as low as all that.

[It’s obvious that he has some Opinions there.]

You’ve gotta pretty funny way of showing it. Mostly ‘cause your “caring” about people only seems to last as long as you can wring something you want out of them.

[choosetruth]

[She rolls her eyes, tilting her head to telegraph it through her sunglasses.]

Yeah, right. I'm still associating with Jay cause he's so useful.

[pseudological]

You and I both know that he lets slip more than Tim ever did.

[Let's be real, George. He's a handy guy to have around if you want answers, because he doesn't have a damn filter.]

[choosetruth]

Seriously? You really still think I give a fuck about that?

[pseudological]

You’re a bloodhound when it comes to stories, Mason. We both know it’s in your nature.

[Just like lying is in his.]

Comes to you as easy as lying does to a Tim.

[choosetruth]

Yes, obviously.

[She has never denied how good she is at tracking down stories. It would be false humility, and that's just another kind of lying.]

But part of that means shutting out irrelevant filler material. While I am certain Tim and Jay are sitting on a story, it is not my story. I don't scoop my friends.

[Not when she has bigger stories already, anyway.]

[pseudological]

Aww. You're friends now. It's all Facebook-official and everything. [He lays a hand over his heart, one side of his mouth working up in a positively saccharine grin.] That's sweet, George.

Pretty presumptuous of you, assuming that it's all filler. You trust old Tim's word that much?

[choosetruth]

Facebook. [Said in the tone that a 2016 person might refer to MySpace. Yes, she's aware it exists, but what a hopelessly dated reference. But this is from a guy who still thinks tapes have a use in modern society, so she supposes it makes sense.]

No, but I trust him more than I trust you.

[pseudological]

[Correction: Jay and Alex think tapes have a use in modern society. Tim was only ever along for the ride, and once the other two were out of the picture, he couldn't exactly afford to scrape together his own tools for the trade.]

Sweet of you. But that's kinda like saying you trust a wolverine slightly more than you trust a pack of wolverines.

[choosetruth]

Pretty sure I'm capable of making that decision on my own, but thanks for the input.

[pseudological]

Hmm. Maybe once, you might've.

[He surveys her, issuing a lengthy, critical, appraising look, as though sizing her up, before humming thoughtfully.]

We both know your objectivity's kind of the first thing to go once you get attached.

[choosetruth]

[Rude. Her scowl deepens, and she tugs her sunglasses down so she can glare at him more effectively.]

Objectivity? Maybe. That's always at risk, no matter what lengths I go to preserve it. But my judgment? Never.

[pseudological]

[Everyone knows that glares are far more effective when they're done by creatures without faces. Everyone.]

Honestly, I think your judgment went out the window the day you decided to be friends with Tim Wright and Jay Merrick. [Don't you know that's a surefire way to get killed?]

[choosetruth]

I'd probably feel bad about that if my judgment hadn't already ruled your opinions crap.

[pseudological]

Oh yeah, that's right. [He snaps his fingers, as though just remembering something.] Ms. Mason only deals in facts. Opinions? Bullshit.

[Which is why she doesn't write editorials or anything, right?]

[choosetruth]

[She rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses.]

Do you really want me to explain the subtleties in my views on opinions and facts? Because I somehow doubt it.

[pseudological]

You are a lot of things, Georgia Mason. "Subtle" isn't one of them.

[But, hey. That's fine with him. Takes one to know one.]

[choosetruth]

I might not be, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of grasping subtleties. It's rather important for my job.

[pseudological]

[The Mirror sucks in between his teeth at that one, as though wincing.]

Oh, yikes.

Guess you're really gonna have to start working on that one.