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]

[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.