+ Bring a friend, we are going to have ourselves a time +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE EVER
Where: The Ballroom
When: Friday, March 28th - Monday, March 31st
Rating: PG-13
Summary: As an apology for all of the mess associated with the redecorating last week, the Red Queen has organized a party for everyone in Wonderland, and invited
The Story:

The ballroom's high, arching ceilings seem to reach up at least two stories above your head, despite the fact that there are definitely second and third story rooms above this spot. High, 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.

In preparation for the incoming guests, the ballroom has been decorated in light, pastel colors. There are many streamers and balloons, and garlands made with fresh flowers that will not wither for the entire four-day duration of the party. Confetti floats through the air now and then, but upon closer inspection it is not paper, but flower petals. There is a long table set up towards the back with beautiful flower arrangements and more food and drink than anyone could imagine, including an abundance of cake, tea, and alcohol of various kinds.

There are smaller tables to the side if you would like to sit and talk or eat, but there is a great space open as well for mingling and dancing. Various kinds of music will be played throughout the weekend, though there does not seem to be any particular source - no stereo system or DJ booth to be seen.

But most importantly, the party will cater itself to what makes you, the guest, most comfortable. This is your night and you are guests of Wonderland. There's no need to worry or fear. The mansion will take care of you so long as you are in its walls.

(And perhaps, when the party is over, you won't want to leave at all.)


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Comments

[tenpetals]

Garry actually didn't have that bad a time with the renovations. Overall. Apart from a few dicey moments. But on the whole, he would have considered it made up for just by putting things back the way they had been.

Which is not to say that he's complaining at all! The party is very nice, there are some amazing macarons, and he's made a certain effort to dress up... though the effect is probably ruined by the fact that he's still wearing his distressed coat. He likes that coat, okay?

[lovesyounot]

Ib's Mirror zeroes in on Garry as soon as she sees him. Perfect--he is definitely a necessary contact from this side, and one that she can probably cull favor from as long as she goes about this carefully.

She approaches, the ruffle of her dress bouncing a bit with her stride.

"Hello, Garry."

[tenpetals]

Garry hasn't really spoken with a Mirror before, so it's not surprising that it doesn't cross his mind at first that this might be anyone but Ib. He brightens as she approaches. "Are you having fun?"

[lovesyounot]

Ib should have expected him not to know the difference and she doesn't plan to immediately correct him. She nods. "I've never been to a big party like this."

Given that she's only a couple of months old, she hasn't had much opportunity.

[tenpetals]

"It's a lot bigger than I would have expected!" Garry admits. Seriously. More than twice the people suddenly. But they're not running out of anything, so this was probably planned for?

"Do you want a macaron? They're pretty good."

[lovesyounot]

The Mirror nods and looks at him expectantly. Of course he'll get it for her--that's to be expected.

[tenpetals]

Well, that was him offering to, just now. He picks up one of the little plates, slides a few of the cookies onto it, and crouches to present it to the girl with a smile.

[lovesyounot]

The Mirror smiles at him and accepts the plate.

"Thank you."

She tries one of the cookies, nibbling at its edge, going a little cross-eyed. Then she glances up at him through her eyelashes, the cookie still held up like she's hiding behind it. Her voice is sweet, casual, but her words are purposeful and pointed.

"You can call me Bud."

Because she hasn't decided yet if she wants to bloom.

[tenpetals]

What?

Oh. He's seen the doubles wandering around recently, so it probably shouldn't be surprising, but Garry is surprised anyway. He's not sure what he would have expected from a Mirror, but this... isn't quite it.

"...Not Ib?" Just to verify that this isn't just her deciding to go by another name or something!

[lovesyounot]

She shakes her head. "Bud."

For now.

"Are you worried?"

[tenpetals]

"...kind of!" A lot actually, and it's probably obvious from his expression. But. Bud hasn't done anything except nibble at a cookie, right? So he'll just... stay alert, but politely.

[lovesyounot]

"Why?"

She's so, so innocent, looking at him wide-eyed, as though his response might either make her beam or cry so he'd best be careful.

[notthesecondworstfighter]

Still not certain about this whole party business himself, Wash is hanging around the food table, occasionally picking at a snack or a drink and staring around at just how many faces there are out in the crowd tonight. It's baffling, how full the room is, and just a little intimidating. He's... Okay, maybe he's kind of afraid of running into some of these mirrors he's heard about.

With a glance around, however, he spots a semi-familiar face. One he remembers talking to, briefly, when the guy first showed up. Part curious to hear about how he's been doing, and part just looking to talk to someone he actually knows, even if only a little, he makes his approach and offers a quick wave. It's a bit stiffly awkward, but friendly all the same.

"Hi. ...Garry, isn't it?" He's pretty sure that's right. Either way, he offers a quick smile, though it falters when he realizes the poor guy probably won't even recognize him since he's not wearing his helmet. ...Then again, the rest of the armour he's wearing might make it click. "Uh, I'm Wash. I think we talked a little once?"

[tenpetals]

Garry makes the politely uncomprehending face at first- no, the armor isn't making it click- but then Wash introduces himself, and now he remembers. "Oh! Yes, I'd just arrived and you were very helpful."

Any awkwardness goes un-noted. Friendly is friendly, and Garry is all for making friends.

[notthesecondworstfighter]

"Well, I tried to be, anyway." Wash's smile takes a sheepish turn and he scratches at the back of his head. He can't really remember the details of the conversation, but he does know that it can be difficult to really be helpful, depending on the part of Wonderland in question.

"I'm glad you found it helpful, though." He nods then, to acknowledge that yes, that was where they'd spoken, before he continues, curious; "How have you been doing since then? Hopefully not too badly?"

[tenpetals]

"Well... Ib is here." Which is not necessarily good, given that when Wonderland gets bad it apparently gets much worse than the gallery. But, perhaps a little selfishly, Garry finds her presence comforting. She did save his life, after all.

[notthesecondworstfighter]

"Ib... That was one of the friends you were looking for, right?" He only really remembers it because it's such a strange name, but hey, it works. Smiling a little, Wash nods, understanding how nice that must be. "That's good. I mean-- Well. Sort of good. At least you're not so alone now, right?"

[tenpetals]

Yeah, those are exactly the conflicted feelings Garry has about her presence, and he offers a rueful smile in acknowledgement. "She's doing really well. I knew she was a strong young lady, but this is a lot to ask anyone to deal with..."