[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[wildwest]

[ it's possible peggy likely looks the very picture image of someone from her era, but doc wouldn't be able to tell. for although he frequently adorns modern clothing at wynonna's behest, it has taken him some time to adjust to what fashion has become and what's considered socially acceptable to be worn in public. and while he could have arrived to this party dressed in his 19th century finest, it's while adorning something much more up-to-date that he raises an eyebrow instead of his glass at her toast suggestion. ]

Now that depends entirely on who or what we raisin' our glasses to. If it's to this place, I am afraid I will have to decline.

[ he enjoys some of the perks of wonderland, but the realm itself can go right on ahead and kiss his ass for all he cares. the pros don't always outweigh the cons. ]

[mucked]

Heavens, no.

[ peggy is rarely quick to clarify anything -- but there's a bit of snap and verve to her reply when she leans forward, eager to put his fretting to rest. ]

I'm near about the last person keen to celebrate Wonderland. If I had my way, I'd happily be back in '47 and back to bloody work. [ still! it's not all dour and darkness. ] But the holiday is worth toasting, isn't it?

[wildwest]

Forty-seven, [ he echos with something of a scoff and a shake of his head. ] You know, I don't think I will ever quite get used to someone sayin' a thing like that and meanin' a year rooted somewhere in the 1900s and not the century that came before.

[ but he concedes her point with a nod, reaching for his glass. ] It is. The holiday and the people in spite of the unfavorable overall situation.

[mucked]

[ in this respect, the night isn't so different from scant few nights during the war. taking peace in the skinny places where it could be found -- and raising glasses even though it felt like there wasn't anything to toast.

peggy nudges the edge of her glass gently against his. a very muted clink. ]

Let's not forget the food. [ ... ] Thank Goodness this place is well catered.

[ it helps with the sting, if not the horror. ]

[wildwest]

Thank goodness, indeed.

[ he clicks his glass against hers and tips it back against his lips. ]

Basic survival is, at the very least, not all that difficult outside of the horrors they enjoy throwin' at us every know and again.

[mucked]

Apart, I suppose, from when the biscuits make you sing and smile and do all sorts of things. [ a beat. ] I hope you weren't too unduly caught up in that madness over the last few weeks?

[wildwest]

Oh, I stayed far, far away from those.

[ distrustfulness works in his favor, sometimes. ]

That and the crumblin' nature of the walls. Though I did catch more than a few folks nibblin' away at them. [ w h y ]

[mucked]

You know, I do think I'll be turned off gingerbread for a year. [ peggy shakes her head. ] The smell got everywhere. Maddening.

[wildwest]

I'll take gingerbread over peaches any day.

[ the smell of it kind of makes his stomach churn these days. which is depressing, considering it used to be a scent he associated with childhood memories of playing in the peach orchards. it's ruined for him now. thanks, bobo. ]

[mucked]

-- Peaches?

[ one word, posed as a question. there's no ornament to it. by now, peg supposes, the pair of them don't have much need for ornamentation. ]

[wildwest]

[ they don't, and he appreciates her lack of verbal decoration. ]

A concoction that was used to poison the town I came here from reeked of it.

[mucked]

To what end? [ she betrays a leading edge of professional curiosity. ] What, to mask it?

[wildwest]

That likely had somethin' to do with it. And while I was in the position to ask, questionin' their choice of flavoring was the last thing on my mind then.

[ which at the time had been survival and escape. he paid attention to what they were doing, but he was also trying to free himself so he could hightail it the hell out of there. ]

[mucked]

No, yes, of course -- [ her agreement is distracted. for peggy's part, she can't help but feel a swell of curiosity. dispersal techniques, chemical warfare, all of it is just a little too close to being work-related.

she should learn to shake that uptick in interest, however. it does her no favours. even when she's not actively trying to deceive anyone. ]

I trust the plan was thwarted?

[wildwest]

[ perhaps it sounds that way, but at the end of the day, such antics were nothing more than the desperate ploy of a man trying hard to stay within his allotted window to free himself. tainted moonshine was nothing new; the "technique" was simply modified/updated to hide itself in an innocent glass of champagne. ]

More or less. Sacrifices had to be made along the way. [ willa. poor girl was lost before she was ever found. ]

[mucked]

[ there's a noise in the back of her throat. it's not disbelief, not exactly, but it's the sort of thing that might have ramped up to a protest had they been in different circumstances.

or, at the very least, more curiosity. ]

Then I propose the next toast should be to the absence of both gingerbread and peaches.

[wildwest]

[ he'd elaborate, but it's not his tale to tell. wynonna is the keeper of willa earp's tragic tale. he has no right to share her sister's fall from grace with anyone, especially not in this context. ]

Now that, I will happily toast to. To freedom from sweets and the smells that follow.