IO, SATURNALIA! | OPEN

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: THE BALLROOM
When: THREE WHOLE DAYS - 12/17-12/19
Rating: PG-13 (or higher depending how rowdy you guys get)
Summary: IO, SATURNALIA! The party has arrived and it is here to stay for 72 hours straight of good food, gambling, dancing, drinking, singing, and so on and so forth!
The Story:

A few days into Ewaymas, on December 15th, everyone will wake up to a scroll outside their door. This scroll is an invitation to a Saturnalia celebration in two days, and everyone is welcome! If asked for clothing for the party, the closets will provide synthesis – brightly colored Roman robes – for the occasion, but the dress code is mostly just colorful and fun, if you choose to abide by it.

Starting on the 17th there will be a lavish feast in the ballroom, and food and drink are never in short supply. Drunkenness is encouraged, but there will be non-alcoholic beverages as well. There will be tables set up for gambling and dice games, music from a wide variety of worlds (specifically to encourage loud singing along and dancing all night - some are holiday remixes but others aren't), and areas for dancing and playing other games. The decorations are all in a rainbow of bright colors like the synthesis, with suns hanging up and candles floating in the air. Laurels and pileus will be available at the party for everyone to wear on their heads.

It's the kind of party that will get increasingly louder and rowdier...and it literally won't end for three whole days. Those prone to gluttony, greed, or even just escapism will find themselves not wanting to leave the party at all. There's always something to do and you can always just pass out of the floor when you're tired, right? Right! No one knows how to party like the Romans did. At the end of the day on the 19th though, all of the decorations and food will vanish and the party will abruptly come to an end.

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Comments

Open!

[ceruleans]

[She’d been skeptical about the invitation to the party, but after asking the closet for ‘party-appropriate fare’ and being given absolutely nothing at all, she’d been feeling a little more chipper about it.

Once she’d gotten to the party, it had become apparent that at least she’d be able to scope out some of the people that she hadn’t yet run into. It was always good to figure out who the mutant-haters were, and they were all the more likely to be out and about drinking and letting their lips flap all over the place.

She’s currently lounging on a chesterfield, elbows propped on the arm of it and chin in her hands.

Yes, she’s unabashedly people-watching. Are you going to be the one to catch those golden eyes of hers, or are you going to sneak up behind her like an asshole?]

[fatherlesskind]

[It hadn't taken long for Alistair to end up more than a little tipsy, wandering around the feast in his too-fancy doublet with drink in hand and a smile on his face. Even if he'd been completely sober though he'd have still stopped and stared when he caught sight of a blue woman sitting and watching the festivities. Before he can look away and pretend he wasn't gaping at her like a idiot their eyes meet, making him start guiltily and look away. He can't just pretend she didn't catch him staring so he slowly makes his way over and drops into a seat nearby, watching her from the corner of his eye.]

You look like a desire demon.

[He hadn't meant to say what he'd been thinking out loud like that, it had just sort of slipped out and he immediately starts babbling to try and explain himself.]

I mean with the clothes and the- [A hand waves in her general direction, trying somehow to encompass all of her.] Everything. I'm not saying you are! You don't have horns and you'd be doing demony things if you were and I a met a green woman before and she's not a demon so I don't really think you are one but you look like one and I was just thinking-"

[He's just making things worse now, isn't he?]

I'm going to shut up now.

[littlestreetcat]

[ She's going to sneak up behind her like an asshole. Seeing someone who's just hanging around, paying more attention to the other people than her immediate surroundings is perfect for stealing things without notice. Which was pretty much what Selina was here for.

She's thrown a little, spotting the blue lady, but hell, it's Wonderland she reminds herself. She'll see all sorts here. She's been told there're walking, talking skeletons somewhere around here. Blue women are hardly as weird as that.

Making her quiet approach from behind, Selina's green eyes are darting around what they can see of the woman, trying to catch sight of something she can take--a wallet, some jewellery, anything really. She's getting too close to really pull it off without knowing what she's taking, so she's going to have to start talking or pull away completely. Selina opts for the former option, just in case there is something she can take. ]

Hey. Some party, huh?

[ Leaning over the back of the chesterfield and folding her arms on it, her eyes go to meet the woman's briefly before resuming their search. Hopefully it's not totally fruitless... ]

Re: Open!

[deadlystar]

[Gamora is not really interested in parties, but since this is the type of thing a Queen might attend, Gamora sort of hopes their captor will show her face. Yes, she's still new enough to believe that she'll actually be able to find that woman, or anyone else holding them here, and dispatch them so they can all go home. Keep hope alive, Gamora!

But one thing that obviously makes Gamora stand out is the green color of her skin. She's had plenty of people remark on it already, so when any random person does so at the party, she does her best not to roll her eyes.

What does catch Gamora's eye is someone who isn't the typical human. One with a blue color to her own skin, so she wanders toward Raven. No, she won't try to sneak up on you. If someone tried to sneak up on Gamora, they would regret it.]

Hello.

[wecandobetter]

[ Sam's... well, Sam's been enjoying himself. Maybe a nice get together is just the kind of thing he needed to let some steam off. The only thing he would do differently is to have some real music that people could dance to. As it is, he'll do what he can with what he's given.

He locks eyes with the woman across the party and does a double take immediately. At first he's not sure she's real, as much as some indigo statue, but then she moves and he finds his feet moving towards her.

Hey, fine is fine. And he's curious, and maybe a little bit fueled on by liquid courage. Today he went to Narnia. Who knows what else he can do in Wonderland today?

He stops a few feet from her, giving her a nod and his best smile. ]

Hey, there.

OPEN - Any time during Saturnalia

[nascensibility]

[In spite of appearances - most of which might suggest that Evelyn is an overly-prim, no-nonsense sort of person - she takes immense pleasure in parties that employ the most invigorating of themes. A historian at her core she could no more pass up the opportunity to partake in Roman revelry than an actual Roman might, donning appropriate garb and wielding a terrible tolerance for drink.*

The evening of the feast progresses steadily in spite of the desire to overindulge in decadence, as Evelyn knows full well that wine's effect tends to come on much slower than hard liquor. However, as it grows later she grows tipsier, far more likely to tell terribly bawdy ancient jokes in a loud, declamatory fashion, or employ an abhorrent stage whisper whilst reaching for another amphora of wine.

(Evelyn will later regret imbibing so much, as ardour turns to drowsiness, and drowsiness turns to hangovers.)

She is handsy, and affectionate, and eager to breathe easy with something resembling hope in sight.




*Said tolerance is mildly amusing at best and abominable at its worst, as all it usually takes for a diminutive archaeologist to be drawn out of her wits is a single glass. There is no precedent for Evelyn's reasonable, rational state of being lasting beyond a second (or God forbid, third) tipple.]

[charlastan]

[Stan got released from Krampusjail just in time to get that weird scroll about some Roman party thing. At first the thought it would be too nerdy for his tastes, but you know what? He deserves a damn drink and real food after being stuck in jail with nothing but creepy bread to eat. He doesn't dress up in Roman garb but he does go slightly more casual than usual. And things are going great! The food's incredible, he's got a drink in hand and...

...and there's Evie, who by some stroke of bad luck is right there as he's crossing the crowd. A wise man would pretend their eyes didn't meet, but Stan has never been a wise man - he's a gambling man, so he takes his chances that maybe her amnesia was permanent.]

Evie! Evie, good to see ya! [So CHEERFUL, like they are BEST FRIENDS.] Any luck on the memory front, or's your brain still like a sieve?

[You know. So he knows what he can get away with.]

OPEN for any point during Saturnalia

[rosswood]

This is a good plan.

He hasn't gotten drunk in - well, actually, he can't remember the last time he got drunk at all, really. He remembers Brian toting a six-pack onto film location when they were supposed to be shooting with his usual careless certainty that everyone would be definitely okay with the new direction the day would be going. Sure enough, everyone was.

Except -

Well.

That was a long time ago.

This is a good plan.

It's not quite a patch of forest or a shitty little apartment in Alabama, but it'll do for now. It's loud and noisy and completely packed with people he doesn't recognize, and Alex doesn't give a shit. He doesn't even care what it is he's drinking right now. It could be a goblet full of goddamn hornets for all he knows. All he really gets is that it's rich, it's alcoholic, it's vaguely fruity, and it's exactly what he needs right now.

Isolation isn't easy when you're in a room full of people, but Alex is managing it, crammed at the farthest edge of one of the tables as he downs drink after drink with reckless abandon. As the nights progress, he finds himself more inclined to throw caution to the proverbial winds. At some point he manages to get himself a crown of flowers. Like hell he's doing any karaoke. Better to neglect memory. Better still to drown it in whatever the fuck is in these drinks.

All Alex has ever wanted is escape from his own head. And lucky him, he's ended up with exactly that.

OPEN for the duration of Saturnalia!

[outofthebreach]

[ Brennan hadn't been so certain about the invitation they'd received to this celebration. For one, it was for a holiday he knew nothing about - this place seemed to have a lot of those - and secondly, he was worried about Dorian still recovering from whatever illness had befallen him over the past few days.

His lover had other plans however, and considering the miraculous recovery the mage had made in the span of a day, Brennan indulged him.

So here he was, dressed up in strange garments of bright royal blue and gold, matching laurels perched behind his ears. Despite being not quite certain what they were here celebrating, he was all for mingling and enjoying himself, especially when Dorian seems to have taken to the partying wholeheartedly.

He partakes in the feasting (and definitely the drinking) and will happily mingle or drag companions out for a dance or two - even if he's not quite sure those moves the rest of you are sporting can be called 'dancing'. Anyone who wanders up to him will find him in excellent spirits, happy for the distraction the party offers from the things that have been troubling him lately, and leaving him determined to make sure those around them are enjoying themselves as well. ]

[magisterium]

[Dorian is hardly about to let his previous ailments keep him from enjoying a party, stubbornly insisting that he's more than well enough to go about business as usual-- and while he knows nothing of Saturnalia itself, there's something about the celebration that reminds him distinctly of home in a very good way, and he could certainly do with more pleasant reminders of what he loves about Tevinter rather than their ill but well-earned reputation.

He opts for brilliant red and gold when it comes time to dress for the party, and after a couple of drinks, he's more than happy to adorn himself with the laurels that have been provided as well. Excess has always been the Tevinter way by reputation, and in Dorian's case, it's always been exceptionally true, especially in his youth, though he'd like to think that he's gained a certain degree of self-control thanks to age and experience. Still, there's no turning him away from drinks and feasting and gambling, and he's glad to drag Brennan along to all of it, taking his companion by the wrist and giving him an insistent tug towards the nearest dice game.]

Come, it's no Wicked Grace, but it's been ages since I've had anything worth betting on.

[As he'd said back at Skyhold, wagering money can be both fun and habit-forming.]

OPEN for Saturnalia

[luckynumberthree]

[ Other than a day of goblin infestation in the bar (if you thought they'd been annoying before, try adding alcohol. God.) the holiday season has been unexpectedly mild for Simon. And every time he thinks that, he finds the nearest piece of wood to rap on consistently for fear of jinxing himself horribly.

Especially with plans starting to wrap for the big event at the end of the month. He only prays that Wonderland doesn't have anything in mind to ruin that.

Still, he's never one to pass up a party, especially one that promotes drinking, escapism and more importantly, crazily bright colors. Which he is definitely sporting when he shows up in the synthesis the closets provided. And yes, that is orange and lime green he's cheerfully decked out in. Maybe the closets should have provided sunglasses as well.

He of course drags Jo along to party, and will be happily seeking out familiar faces for a bit of drinking or dancing or just good-natured fun, feeling completely in his element and likely to spend all three days enjoying the festivities. ]

[nascensibility]

Hello.

[Friendly and slightly looser than normal - a single glass will do that to someone with a very low tolerance for alcohol - Evelyn interrupts Simon's train of thought with a bright smile and even more exciting attire.

(As all she had was a physical description from Jo to go on, Evelyn actively consulted with other residents to identify the soon-to-be-groom.)]

I understand we haven't yet met, but seeing as your fiancée consulted with me about planning weddings, I thought it prudent to introduce myself. Evelyn O'Connell.

open for all of saturnalia

[naughty_nurse]

[Taking place after goblins but before ice ghost woman, Mikan comes in and out during this party. She wants to be a part of it, but at the same time is afraid of ruining this fun time for everyone else. She'll eat and drink and keep to herself, so you might not even notice her...

Except for the fact she's been wearing the synthesis outfits, and she constantly keeps tripping on them. CONSTANTLY. And she always winds up in an embarrassing, provocative fanservice image. Underwear showing, drinks on her chest, butt in the air... At some point you wouldn't be rude to wonder if she's doing this on purpose.

Maybe she is.]

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius, covered in bright gold and crimson, has been having an amazing time, frankly. And by amazing he mostly means rather drunken, and so he isn't terribly surprised to see the young lady has taken a tumble. She must be having as much fun as him!

He gives a pleasant laugh and leans down to help her up, doing his best to disentangle her from her robes without accidentally disrobing her instead.]

There you are! Just a bit too much wine, eh? You think you can keep steady, now?

[He might be swaying a little himself.]

Open for any point during Saturnalia!

[ivehadbetter]

[ Isabela is never one to pass up a good party, besides what else is there to do with the weird holiday the mansion seems to be celebrating? At least this isn't cold or involving weird demons who like to cause mischief. Her closet gives her a dress and she shows up with Hawke.

She spends her time between Hawke and her friends, dancing, or trying to do whatever most of the mansion guests seem to consider dancing, eating and of course drinking. Her glass is never empty for very long. Fortunately she knows how to hold her alcohol so it's not advised to try and challenge her to a drinking contest.

She won't be leaving until the mansion calls the party to a close at the end of the third night.]

[magisterium]

[On one of the rare occasions that Isabela's glass is empty, Dorian is quick to remedy the situation, pulling up beside her with a glass in each hand, promptly offering her one.]

Thought I'd save you a trip-- I doubt you were intending to stop anytime soon, at any rate.

[Neither of them are, if he has the right of it. Both of them are absolutely in their element here.]

OTA

[assembles]

[ Given that Steve had been in the throes of his very cold cold when the invitation for this party had come, it's only thanks to Bucky that he'd even been made of aware of it. Hell, it's thanks to Bucky that he's alive and well enough to make it out to the celebrations in the first place. If it hadn't been for him, the bitter cold that had invaded Steve's body might have gotten the best of him.

Thankfully, he's recovered from that illness in time for the festivities. Steve doesn't partake in the traditional wear that the closets suggest for the party, but he does dress much more brightly than he would usually, making a departure from the subtler blues he normally would have picked. Red has always been more of an accent color for him, but he'll play by the rules set out for the occasion.

Steve enters the room arm-in-arm with Bucky, and much of his time in the ballroom he spends at his side. The perceptive might notice they're closer than usual, Steve finding his arm looped around Bucky's back more often than not, and they even hit the dance floor together. Bucky had asked Steve out, so he isn't going to hold back.

They don't spend the entirety of the time together, however, splitting off to speak with the other residents of Wonderland who have shown up to let loose. Steve makes a round at the gambling tables to see if he can interest anyone else in poker, and while he eats plenty and drinks more than his fair share, he never seems to even get a buzz.

After his near death experience, Steve is interested in enjoying himself for once, so someone determined enough might be able to convince him to dance, or to wear one of the laurels on hand. ]

[radiopalkiller]

[ He didn't quite know what to make of the first day, of the young boy in his living room, a Christmas tree surrounded by people long drifted out of his life, and the distorted shape of- somebody who was supposed to be more familiar than they felt. The second day clued him in. Christmas 2001. As close to his present as he'd ever get again. Images he never thought he'd get to see, of people he never thought he'd get to see again. He watched them for the longest time, transfixed. A hunch for the next day started to creep in.

And Philip wasn't entirely wrong. Only he'd hoped to see his grave, and to leave it behind as he had the other memories, but it turned out that death, in more than just the metaphorical sense, would be his constant companion one more time.

'As far as plus ones go you're rather embarrassing, are you sure you'd rather not change into something more festive?' he transmits, but he doesn't have to wait for the looming figure's inertia to know that his message won't be received. Suit yourself. He sighs, and adjusts the golden laurels on his head. If they're supplying the gear, then he's going to see this through.

He makes a beeline for the wine fountain, and empties his first cup in one go. All right, that about almost makes up for it. He fills it again, adds a second one for his black-hooded chaperone. The cup passes right through it when he extends it. The reaper does not react to the offering. Philip shakes his head, and chugs down both cups.

It's then that a familiar character at the end of the buffet table catches his eye, and Philip finds himself hurriedly turning away. Sour, and it's not the aftertaste of the fountain. He tries to steal another glance, but quickly ends up staring into his empty cup instead.

Not a good impression they parted on, but does he know the guy well enough to owe him an explanation? Philip holds his cup under the fountain, and watches it fill and overflow with wine. He'll have to drink on that question a little while longer... ]

( ota for all of saturnalia! )

[alayne]

[ in truth, she was not certain she will come to this celebration.

the days that came before the one during which she recieved the little scroll were odd and sansa didn't want to tempt more oddness nor did she entirely trust wonderland's kind intentions. still, people were speaking of the celebration and the feast and passing by her room in colorful, odd clothing.

perhaps she would look, then. only a quick visit.

sansa arrives to the celebration and tidies down her gown. she will be tentative at first, keeping to the outskirts and watching others but give her a little time and she shall put laurels on the crown of auburn hair, taste the wine and will accept dance invitations by those interested ]

[powerofmabel]

Sansaaaaaa~

[the cheerful cry of the wild Mabel cuts through the crowd as the tiny girl shoves her way through the crowd with abnormal strength for someone so small. A few people end up rubbing their shins and glancing her way with pained confusion, but she pays little heed to it, determined to reach her friend, behind her, a baby boar wearing a colorful sweater and proudly holding a scarf-wrapped pile of goodies trots behind her.]

You made it! Isn't this the best party ever?

OPEN throughout the whole party... really.

[powerofmabel]

[a colorful party with dancing and merriment? Mabel is so there. Dressed in a colorful little number that's probably tame by her standards, since she didn't really have to make anything with everything else going on. She at least matches the party's theme.

She won't leave for anything and can be found bobbing everywhere from the food tables to the gambling tables (not playing, just heckling the others and probably noting weaknesses for her Grunkle or cheering him on when he's playing). She definitely spends a lot of time dancing and singing along loudly and forcing other people to join her.

She's definitely not thinking about sleep during all this so sometimes she can be found crashed in a corner with streamers wrapped around her like some sort of festive and jolly kidnap victim, but any attempts to rouse her and take her to bed will be met with extreme resistance. She's just getting warmed up, dangit!]

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper shakes her shoulder. Mabel partying too hard isn't that unexpected, but usually it's not that bad.] Come on, Mabel, let's go to bed. Party will still be here tomorrow. And the next day. And on and on for way too long. You can sleep for a little while.

OPEN - Any time during Saturnalia

[rickochet]

[Okay, Wonderland. Whatever you are, you have Rick's attention. Nice timing on this little party of yours, even if it means that Rick is dressed outside of his usual comfort zone at the behest of his wife and the stubborn insistence of the closet in their room. It's either wear this or not go to the party, so Rick is guaranteed to make an appearance on Evelyn's arm. (You can be assured that there's still a gun hidden securely in a fold of his robe somewhere.)

Nothing Rick had seen or heard over the last few days made much sense to him, and it had baffled him how many people seemed to be just taking everything in stride. Just another "event" that this place is apparently known for. Wonderland piled weird on top of things that were already weird, and it's been something of a mental sprint for Rick to keep up with any of it. Food and booze are things that make sense to Rick. Even if the manner of invitation had still been a bit strange, he'll take whatever manner of normalcy he can get.

Now that he's here, it reminds him quite a bit of his early years in London, escorting Evelyn to social functions where her family's name was well-known and he was the oddity she brought back from the desert. Now, as it was back then, he mostly stays by Evelyn's side, enjoying her company and learning the proper etiquette. But when she breaks off to visit with her friends (of which she clearly had many), Rick makes time to do some socializing of his own. Drink in hand, he tries to appear approachable but isn't going out of his way to strike up conversation.]

[powerofmabel]

[Mabel knows Evie because Dipper idolizes her, but she's much more interested in Evie's handsome date, so when she goes off to do something else, Mabel clambers up onto a nearby chair which puts her pretty close to Rick's shoulder and lets out a cheerful:] Hi! You must be Evie's date. I'm Mabel. You've probably met my brother Dipper, already. He's always hanging around Evie.

[she manages to get that out in one good breath... while tipping the chair back on two legs and balancing it with her foot back on the table. she is beauty. she is grace.]

OPEN

[oversight]

[ Is this the calm before the storm? Blake doesn't know, but he's fairly certain he doesn't want to find out while all of this is going on.

As infrequent as it is, John's managed to break out his party personality more than a few times in the past year. While mostly quiet and often reclusive, there's a side to Blake that really knows how to loosen up and play to a crowd. Much of it's learned — particularly the propriety — but after enough mingling and alcohol, it's almost as if he becomes an entirely different person.

Plied by occasional drinks and games and food, dressed in better than casual attire, he buzzes around the celebrations with rare levity, enjoying the atmosphere and the way everyone's gathered to be together. He might not have come to Wonderland understanding what it feels like to have a family, but he's certainly gotten an education in the past couple of years.

At times, especially when everyone's turned quiet for the evening, John retreats back to spend his time with Crowley, who is not only John's constant companion, but by all rights, his demon. After all this time, it's only right he stops trying to convince himself otherwise.

Beyond that, he's free for dancing and drinks, gambling and gossip, and any number of other alliterative pastimes. ]

[rosswood]

[Alex is drunk.

Only a little, really. Enough to lose that patina of self-imposed distance and scowling that's been keeping him holding everyone at arm's length since he got here. He's actually smirking, and not in a purely sardonic 'fuck everyone else' way.

He's half-slumped at one of the tables as he calls out idly to the nearest person who might listen.]

Yo, there's like - zero laws on drinking here. This is great.

OPEN LIKE YOUR MOM i'm sorry i'm sure your mom is a classy lady

[wriggedywrecked]

[Ain't not party like a Saturnalia party, and ain't no Saturnalia like a Rick Saturnalia. After all the bullshit with the Krampus and the goblins, this is the best thing to ever happen.]

[Rick goes all out, by which I mean, he gets drunk and stays drunk and does drunken things for three solid days. How can an octogenarian drink that much without literally dying? Because Rick has the hardest working liver in the galaxy THAT'S WHY. Never question Rick.]

[And sure, I mean, alcohol is good and all, but Rick may or may not have brought some...extra goodies for anyone who wants to party a little harder. Rick included.]

[There is cavorting. There is yelling. There is dancing on tables. There is probably at least one fist fight. Mostly there is drinking.]

[Come join/stop/stare in awe at the shittiest old man you've ever seen.]

[ceruleans]

[It's the dawn of the final day ... or something like that, when Mystique approaches Rick. She's been at the party for the duration of it and although she's starting to get tired, she's also starting to get more comfortable (whether that's a sign of the magic of Saturnalia or something more genuine is up for debate).

She's seen the kind of things he's been passing out to people who can convince him to share his 'stash', though, and she's decided she wants in.

It's so rare that she gets to feel 'normal'.]

You got anything that'll knock an average human on their ass?

[She figures she's got to get at least a buzz out of something like that.]

OPEN

[punful]

[So after nearly freezing to death despite being a skeleton, Sans could use a bit of a party. Honestly, he's usually not one for parties, because parties usually involve moving around and socializing and potentially also dancing, all of which is very exhausting. But, hey, it's not all bad, and Sans isn't one to turn down free food and booze. He figures he'll show up, hang out a bit and then go sleep for a few days.]

[Sans gets a little more into it than he expected to, though, and probably also drinks more than he probably should have. The spirit of Saturnalia never quite catches him, but he ends up staying a good while and actually enjoying himself.]

[Eventually, though, he passes out under the punch table and sleeps there for several hours.]

[naughty_nurse]

[Don't mind her staring intently. She's just wondering, medically, how in the world you are digesting anything. Shouldn't that liquid be... pouring out of your rib cage or something??? HOW DO YOU WORK.]

Open for the entire duration!

[bloodmagics]

[Any other time, Hawke might have been sort of suspicious about the invitation outside his door, but after the last few events and well, everything, he's relishing the chance to simply have some fun. When the closet gives him the bright robe, his fate is sealed.

Surprising nobody, Isabela had the same idea, so they arrive together and spend a lot of their time together. When he isn't with Isabela, or with the few others from Thedas that are in Wonderland, he can be found all over the place, a drink always in his hand or in the process of getting a new one. At least once, he ends up passed out on the floor, hand still tightly clutching an empty drink.

He doesn't dance of his own free will - at least, while he's what passes for sober at a party like this, but once he gets enough booze into him, he gravitates towards the dance floor a lot. Shame he's a terrible dancer.

He stays the entire duration, though he does manage to pull himself away from the party for a few minutes each day to go feed his dog.]

[ivehadbetter]

[Isabela spends some of her time flirting with the other party goers, trying to get a read on most of them, or just entertain herself, but she more often then not finds herself back at Hawke's side throughout the night. As much as she doesn't need anyone to feel secure its nice to have someone from home- a friend and not just people she hasn't met yet or someone she's met only once. Hawke knows her at least.

And she knows him, which is why she'd made it her mission at this moment to get him to dance- or whatever it is some of these people seem keen on doing. It looks like some of them are barely managing not to have sex in the middle of the dance floor- not that she's complaining really. Its an interesting type of dance.]

I think some of them call that dancing. [ She appears next to him, taking a sip from her glass and watching the dancers that Hawke was just looking at.]

Open

[fatherlesskind]

Alistair feels like a bit of a tit in the brightly coloured clothes he'd eventually wrangled out of his closet. He'd absolutely refused the gown-thing it had given him at first but trying to get anything more understated had been a losing battle so eventually a compromise had been reached. The doublet is too fancy by far, all red velvet and gold piping fit for a king, and the boots and breeches are only marginally better. But it's not too impractical and as he doesn't have anything else that's clean to wear so it has to do. He has a sword by his side even now, having been surprised once already by something that thought he looked tasty, although with so many others around he doesn't expect to need it.

Nor is he so concerned he can't relax and have a good time. In fairly short order he's pleasantly tipsy, wandering around and bumping into people. Whoever he runs into he grins and apologises just a bit too loudly. "Whoops! Sorry, I didn't see you there." Waving a hand around at the feast he adds, "This is great, isn't it? I've never been allowed to a feast like this before."

Later he winds up at one of the tables, a game of cards underway of which he only understands about half the rules. A fact which, much like his inability to keep every thought and feeling from being writ across his face, has yet to stop him trying. He's studying the cards in his hand intensely, looking between them and whoever else has yet to fold. Finally, with an air of triumph he lays down what has to be one of the most abysmal hands seen all night.

"Ha! Bet you can't beat that." He sounds inordinately pleased with himself, grinning at his opponent eagerly.

[heroica]

He looks like a king, she thinks, despite herself.

Robyn catches sight of Alistair from across the room, dressed for the fete that they'd somehow both ended up at during the same time. She'd requested that they part ways, had insisted it herself, and then had happened upon him outside of the mansion just in time to save his life. And now, they're both at the celebration of... Saturnalia, or something to that effect, of which she's never heard of before now, though not to her surprise.

Meekly, the Warden keeps her word and stays on the other side of the room, occasionally stealing quick glances. She avoids the drinks after a recent, drunken disaster, but enjoys the (other) company and festivities all the same. She's just begun to make conversation when another person bumps into her shoulder and she turns, ever quick to react, and, naturally, it's the one person she'd been staunchly hovering away from.

"I suppose you wouldn't, not with all that blinding gold," she teases lightly, unsure of how much conversation she should begin after he apologizes for not having seen her. She'd saved his life, but it wasn't as if she wouldn't have done that, fight or no.

OPEN FOREVER (er, or at least for Saturnalia)

[agentxthirteen]

Sharon hasn't had the easiest of times since coming to Wonderland. The winter event hadn't exactly helped, either. Following a beautiful woman around without even realizing she was being duped. What had she been thinking?

She was tired of feeling like her brain was the enemy. She was tired of so much. Of how useless she felt, of how she kept trying to help people only for it not to matter, of how she was more likely to need help herself.

She wanted a break. She wanted to feel... well. Normal again.

So she put on the full-length dress the closet had picked out, touched up her hair and make up and headed down to the party. It looked like plenty of people had arrived already, and Sharon flirted with the idea of turning around and going over her notes again before she forced herself to keep going.

And wonderful. Dancing. Sharon had come for the food (and maybe some drinking), and now there was human interaction that involved flinging limps around without hitting anyone.

She fixes herself a plate and moves to the wall to eat and people-watch.

[wecandobetter]

To be honest, Sam was ready for an excuse to relax and considering he hadn't died going to Narnia, he thought this might just be a safe place to do it. The invite said colorful and while he didn't accept the initial garb, he could appreciate a good looking suit when it was given to him.

He's had a glass or two or three of wine and has spent a fair amount of time mingling and making new friends while keeping an eye out for old ones. There are so many bright colors that he almost doesn't spot Sharon right away, but when she turns and he sees her profile he lets out a low whistle.

It carries the few feet between them and he uses it as a reason to move towards her.

"Wow, someone cleans up nice."

open for the entirety of the party!

[littlestreetcat]

[ Selina's not interested in the party for the same reasons as most people. She doesn't care about gorging herself on food or gambling or getting dressed up nice and dancing or whatever people do at these parties. No, in fact, she's still in her usual outfit as she enters the ballroom and looks around.

A party like this? It's perfect for a little bit of thieving. Sure, sure, she just recently spent three whole days in Christmas jail for her thieving tendencies, but she never apologized for it. She has had no intention of stopping whatsoever, not even here in Wonderland where there's no currency. She's not sure what she'll do with anything she manages to steal just yet, but she plans to figure that out later on--right now the important part is seeing what she can get.

So she spends the party seeking out targets, slipping her hands into people's pockets while they're not paying any mind or while they're completely hammered--just generally taking advantage of the situation. Sometimes she might be successful, and others she might not. It just depends on how closely people are paying attention. ]

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper's finally starting to have a good time, which is saying something, when he suddenly feels the lack of a familiar weight in the pocket of his vest. He whirls around and sees Selina holding a mysterious journal.]

Hey, that's mine!

[He steps forward to grab it back.]

[Open}

[beforeblue]

[Shore leave was often notoriously rowdy and it feels like forever since he had chance to do anything like that. Probably before he'd been recruited for the Project in fact. So when the invitation comes, he decides to give it a try, even if the thought of that many people is, for a moment, overwhelming. He'd always been find before. Now shouldn't be any different.

The closet refuses to give him anything to wear other than some kind of robes in a blue colour with a yellow sash type thing to go over it. He stares at the thing for a moment before grudgingly pulling it on. Over the top of his bodysuit. If he had anything else to dress in he wouldn't touch it but his closet is pretty much workout clothes these days.

Once he gets there it's fun actually. He grabs himself a drink and spends most of his time watching, although should someone try to coax him to dance... he might not object.

[ceruleans]

People who want to kill all mutants, alternate universes. You know, run of the mill kind of stuff.

[She realizes belatedly that she didn't answer his question about the drink, then, and lifts her mostly-empty glass to him.]

I'd say I'm sure you know how it is, but I feel like that's presumptive. You don't look like a mutant.