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Winter Wednesday Wonderball

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.

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[The only reason Lup even manages to spy the skeleton hiding beneath the table is the fact that she drops a cheese-covered crostini to the floor and quickly bends to pick it up. Even all done up in her fanciest, the elf isn't going to just let the snack go to waste, especially if no one's looking! So she's just about to pop it into her open mouth when her gaze lands on Sans.

There is a significant moment of silence that passes by before the elf is snapping her jaw shut and shooting the man an accusing glare.]

I wasn't gonna eat it! Don't judge me!

[He flinches back as soon as she makes eye contact, though "eye contact" might be a stretch--his eyesockets are completely dark, giving no indication that he's even looking at her.]

[He seems to stare at her for a bit, though, frozen like a rabbit that's been spotted by a fox. When she speaks, he flinches away again, trying to hide behind a table leg. He doesn't know what she wants or what she's saying. Is she mad? She seems mad.]

[He starts shaking his head vigorously.]

nn, mmhh...

[Lup, master of social situations, takes his shaking head as some kind of disapproval for what she's doing instead of the very obvious fear rattling through his bony frame.

The nice thing to do would be to just leave, to shake the weird encounter off and just walk away like the two hundred-some adult elf she is. But instead of doing that, Lup squats down to the ground in her finest clothing so she can stare at him better, glaring.]

Hey! I'm talking to you! Don't just hum like you think you're better than me! Wasting food is a crime, bone-boy. I didn't spend an hour doing my hair for you to judge me for eating food that fell on the ground!

[Oh no, she's staring at him. Oh no, she looks angry. Oh no, she's yelling at him. Oh no, he did something wrong, he did something wrong and now she's gonna hurt him.]

[He shrinks back, trying to hide behind the table leg, ducking low and making himself as small as possible.]

mh!

[He gives a pathetic little whimper.]

[Oh. Well. Hm.

Maybe she miscalculated all of this. Now that she's getting a proper look at the man, he doesn't look so much disapproving as he does... scared.]

I'm not gonna bite your head off, my guy. What are you doin' hiding under the table anyway? You are kinda missing out on this sweet party.

[He tries to hide even more behind the table leg, curling into a ball and starting to shake like a nervous dog. He doesn't understand. Why is she angry? What did he do? Whatever it is, he won't do it again, he promises.]

[She's not coming for him, though. That's good. He peers out from behind the table leg, eyesockets still dark, waiting to see if she makes a move.]

[Lup is awful at this one-way conversation kinda thing. But she's even worse at leaving shit alone once she's poked her nose into it.

So, barely giving a look around the rest of the room of fancified Wonderland citizens, she pulls the sheer hem of her dress away from her shoes and crawls under the table with the skeleton, plopping there on the ground across from him.]

Soooo, you're def under here to trip people as they walk on by, right? Cause I'm all for it.

[Oh god she's coming in after him. He lets out another pathetic whimper and cowers even more, covering his head with his arms. He starts making a sort of low, constant whine.]

hhhnnnnnnnnnnnnn...

[Still, her tone has changed. She doesn't sound mad anymore. And she's not making any move closer to him. After a moment he peeks out between his fingers at her. She's just sitting there, talking. What is she doing? Why hasn't she tried to hurt him yet?]

[Lup waits a beat after his whine, just to make sure there he isn't going to say something else.]

Sure are quiet, huh? That's chill, I can totally talk for the two of us.

[She's a little hunched under the table, but it's familiar and sort of fun, watching the party quietly from a place no one else would really think to look for her. Maybe she'll find Taako and flag him down to join them...]

So I hear a ton of these things happen around here. You always hide out under tables or is this one just special?

[She keeps talking. She's...not angry? She's still not trying to hurt him. Eventually that constant noise he's making fades into nothing. He keeps peeking out at her through his fingers.]

[It sounds like she's asking questions. He doesn't know how to answer, or even what she's asking. But she doesn't seem angry anymore, and she's just sort of...here. With him. Not going away.]

[He finally uncovers his face all the way and just sort of stares at her. It might be hard to tell, since his eyesockets are black and empty, but he's waiting to see what she'll do.]

[Not going away is just a new thing Lup's trying to keep up on. Considering it's more or less what led her to Wonderland in the first place, she's trying to stick with it.

She watches the stranger uncover his face a little as he continues to stare at her. Still quiet, but Lup's down with that. She grins his way.]

Hey, wanna see something hilarious?

[She's...smiling? Is she happy? She's not mad at him? He understands those words. She wants him to see something. She used to tell him to look at things sometimes. He peeks out a bit more.]

mn?

[Lup sticks out a long, heeled leg from under the table just as some stranger comes walking by, causing them to trip over her. The person manages to catch themselves just in time to keep from falling face first into the ground, but Lup's already drawn her leg back in just as they turn to look behind them. The elf raises a hand to her mouth and giggles behind it, turning her amused expression back to Sans.]

[He watches her intently to see what she's going to do. She sticks her leg out from under the table...doesn't she know that's dangerous? Someone could step on her and break her leg. Or they could trip and get really mad at her and try to hurt her. Or someone could grab her and drag her out of her hiding place.]

[She doesn't seem to be worried about any of that, though. She looks excited almost, and like she's waiting for something. And sure enough, someone trips over her, and she tugs her leg back in before they can notice and retaliate. Oh. That's clever. She's quick and smart. Did she--do that intentionally?]

[She's smiling right at him though, and he instinctively smiles back just slightly, natural grin widening just a little. He...thinks he remembers something like this, from a long time ago. The idea of...of causing mischief, doing it on purpose. For fun. Did he used to do stuff like that? It seems so dangerous.]

[He's smiling, but mostly just looks abjectly confused.]

[The elf shifts to draw her knees up to her chest once the confused stranger staggers away from their table, wrapping her arms around her legs while she settles her chin there, still smiling across the short distance at Sans.

It may not be much in the way of reaction, but at least there's a smile there on his face now, right? That has to mean something.]

C'mon, [one of her hands moves to wave vaguely in his direction] Your turn. Just do it quick, no one'll get hurt. It's all for fun.

[He tilts his head slightly and keeps staring, watching her hand. What does she want? Does...she want him to do what she just did? Trip somebody?]

[He shrinks back a little, giving his head a little shake, looking everywhere but at her. He can't, he can't. He can't be bad. He has to be good or she'll get mad.]

mh.</font.

[Honestly, with how timid he's been, the elf isn't completely surprised. But she does roll her eyes.]

Whatevs, homeslice. You do you, I guess. I'm gonna get back out there and dance my ass off. You wanna join or just gonna hide out under here all night?

[He tilts his head the other way, trying to understand. That was a question. "Hide," he understands that word. Hiding is good.]

[He gives a quick nod, smiling again. He was obedient, he answered a question. That's good! Maybe she'll be happy.]

mh?

[Lup rolls her eyes, but grins, giving him a wave of her hand.]

I'll take that as a 'yeah, I'm gonna keep hidin'. Meet me on the dance floor if you wanna shake shit up, homie. Catch ya on the flipside.

[Aaaaaand, she's not nearly as graceful getting out from under the table as she'd been getting in, but once she slips out and rises back on her feet, she shoots her new friend one last wave before she back to perusing the snack bar.]

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