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[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

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:

[The morning of December 31st, all residents will receive a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]

You are cordially invited to attend a party
celebrating the New Year

Wonderland Ballroom
8 pm - 1 am

Semi-Formal Attire
Buffet & Bar
No RSVP Required

All Ages Welcome

For inquiries, contact E. O'Connell

[Punctuality in planning is important: the ballroom itself will only be ready for guests at exactly 8 o'clock, bedecked in glittering golds and the red-green of Christmas' vestiges, still clinging to the old year. Dining tables surround a central dance floor, bars and buffets dot the edges of the room and both holly and mistletoe are expressed liberally through the interior.

Mingle, dance, eat and be merry! The New Year will come in at midnight - the band will play and the drinks will flow for long after.]

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[ Michonne isn't a party planner, but that being said, she wanted this. She wanted it because she can't remember the last Christmas celebration she attended before the world went to shit back home, she wanted it because there's no real way to tell when year after year rolls by in the apocalypse. Selfishly, she wanted to show Andrea who and how she was before the end of everything, going to fancy parties thrown by firms all over Atlanta. So much of her life is removed from that now - you tend to stop caring about partying it up or when you have your next chance to do so when you're fighting for your life.

Because of all this, she's wearing a damn nice dress along with the damn nice heels Elena got her. And when she walks in with Andrea, she feels like everything's right again. Things don't feel like such a fucked up situation and she knows what she's doing and where she is, is right. Through the night, she dances with Andrea but makes time for all friends and family. She's eating, drinking, and being merry which hasn't always been a common sight to see coming from Michonne. Tonight, it's all good. Tonight is for ushering out the old and ringing in the new, and she's ready. ]

(ooc: cut in to dance, find her sitting, or just generally chat her up anywhere at the party.)

[ The only time Jane's ever been able to dress up and do anything nice, she's been undercover for the FBI and it hadn't really ended in fun. Not the way she's hoping this party will. It's different, getting ready and not being briefed at the same time about a mission or objectives. Sarah helps her pick a dress, and then does her hair and makeup before leaving to go get ready herself. There's no covering up of tattoos, not mic in her ear giving her instructions. It's just Jane, going to a celebration with Kurt that isn't fake.

When she isn't dancing with Kurt, she can be found going from table to table saying hi to people she knows, thanking people for little gifts, and checking out the buffet. (She's a big fan of the stuffed jalapenos.) She's relaxed and having fun, and as the clock begins to near midnight, she makes sure she's never too far away from Kurt. ]

[Though Dan cleans up well when he puts some effort in, he would never attend these sorts of functions if it wasn't for the presence of one particular woman. Large gatherings with limited exits have always spelled trouble and it isn't the kind of mental habit that one finds easy to break - he scopes out the room the moment he walks into it to map out the best way to escape if something goes wrong.

He does, however, make an effort to relax. He'll have a drink and examine the buffet, potentially dance if pressed and looks very much as if he's having a good time, despite occasional moments of appearing a little edgy. Some time is taken to examining the decorations around the room - very pretty, even if he doesn't entirely grasp the importance.

More often than not he can be found seated, usually with a drink in his hand and often in conversation. Dan sparks talk easily, smiling and laughing with the best of them. You'd never imagine that he finds himself horrendously uncomfortable in social situations.]

[Do you know what makes a party even more difficult when you are already a person not really predisposed towards making idle conversation? Not really knowing anybody there. Still, Nathaniel has tied his hair back and chosen a simple and surprisingly 'modern' mode of attire that he finds himself feeling strangely comfortable in.

The first thing he does is have a drink. It eases away the edges of the tension he can't shake and makes it easier to filter out the faces he recognises from those he does not. Adventuring with the drinks as well as the situation, the one he has in his hand is very blue, and smells faintly of almonds. Whatever it is, he's enjoying it.

Being unfamiliar with the theme of the festivities doesn't mean he won't be able to 'get into' them. The alcohol will certainly help, but Nathaniel is a wallflower to a painful degree. A nudge would be more than welcome.]

I. CLOSED TO HAWKE

[ He plans this. He wrestles with the part which tells him how much better his time would be spent on discovering Wonderland's secrets. Eventually he finds the voice that points out that a day or two will not make or break their progress here, and latches on to its words. And then he plans this.

And on the evening itself Cullen excuses himself. He tells Hawke that he will be back on time, that he only means to finish up work in the library. He tells Hawke later to get ready, via message, and that he will be done shortly. In one of the empty rooms he finds the right attire. And then he returns, and knocks on his own door, waiting eagerly for it to open. ]

I was hoping to pick you up for the party.

II. OPEN TO ALL

[ Hawke is the reason Cullen attends a Wonderland party at all, now even more than last time. Without him he looks lost at best. His attire may fit, but the rest of Cullen stands stiffly on the sidelines of the event, waiting for his partner to return from mingling.

He nurses a glass of champagne, untouched, and clutches it like a shield. If he uses it right, it might stop other people from approaching him for a conversation; or worse, a dance. ]

[In a plain, almost outdated-looking grey suit and buttoned up waistcoat crossed over the chest with the usual leather strap holding a small bag of fragrant herbs, Regis has not come to this event to stand out in any way. If anything, he blends into the background of things, but that is entirely fine with him.

Regis enjoys parties, balls, festivals and the like for one principal reason - it offers a prime location and scenario to simply watch the interactions of people.

And this is what he does. Regis takes a seat early on, a glass of red wine in his hand that goes barely touched as the hours pass. He sits, and he watches the dancing, the distant talks and the comings and goings in complete contentment. If someone gets close enough he will nod, and smile politely. If someone decides to speak to him they will find him a very willing conversational companion. If he happens to see someone he knows, he will certainly wave and greet them.

He has been attending such things for a very long time. It isn't difficult to quickly figure out how one should behave.]

There’s something to be said for being able to celebrate the new year. Jesse had still been in a cage, still in Zoom’s grasp, for the last one. Trapped, and scared, and hopeless. Hurt. ~~Tortured.~~ So she has every intention of celebrating, tonight. Celebrating her freedom. Her dad being safe. Being with friends, even if they’re nowhere near either of their Earths. Making new friends.

So she gets ready for the party with Iris, hair and makeup first, before slipping into a sparkling, shimmering dress and an equally sparkling pair of heels from her closet. The dress leaves her shoulders bare, though, and makes her a little self-conscious of the scars on her shoulder, near her collarbone.

Throughout the night Jesse can be found everywhere; mingling, or nibbling at the food from the buffets. Dancing, should she find a partner. Sometimes she sits at a table out of the way and just... watches the crowd. Takes a bit of a breather from being social and outgoing. She’s drinking a little, too. It’s New Year’s, after all.

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If there was any kind of party Dorian would be sure to attend, it would be an extravagant ball. He was beginning to miss the balls and galas of his time, and indeed he is in high spirits at the party.

You could easily spot him in a crowd. He's added his own flair to the classic full dress of his time, adding gold trim to a silver waistcoat to add sparkle to his ensemble. If he's not sipping wine near the buffet tables or wandering about looking for a chat, he's on the dance floor looking for a partner. Care to dance with the devilishly handsome Mr. Gray?

((OOC: Also open to any wildcards. If you have your own idea for a thread, feel free to let me know.))

This is the first time since Sarah's arrived that she's been able to dress up and go to an actual party. Thanksgiving was great, but definitely not formal. Her dress moves easily and gives her plenty of room to dance without tripping over herself. She floats through the room with Ray and sometimes moves around the party by herself, hanging around the bar and the buffet table as she's always want to do at parties.

At some point, she begins finding friends, laughing and joking, swapping finger foods and even dances, but Ray's the person she wants to be next to as midnight approaches.

Elizabeth delights in the party, flitting between the tables wanting to say hello to everyone, and getting up close to see the band - live musicians are an especial novelty to her. Most of her evening, however, is spend whirling around the floor, her dress trailing out behind her, delighting in the opportunity to dance and pulling up anyone who hasn't a partner or has been a wallflower for too long to join her.

At one point, as she's stood at the buffet trying to decide on which canapes to take, she realises she's standing right beneath the mistletoe that's hung liberally from the ceiling, and blushes noticeably as she tries to move away from it - somewhat unsuccessfully, as she's hemmed in by the crowd on one side and the buffet table on the other. She stays away from the bar, remembering the one and only time she'd been to a party here previously, ending up completely inebriated on cocktails and crying all over Jowan, who she finds herself missing immensely as the night wears on.

As midnight approaches she cheers with everyone else, and it's only as the minutes of the new year tick on that she realises the futility of marking its passing. She finds a quiet corner and drags a chair over to it, sitting rather melancholy and lost in her own thoughts.

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[Evelyn would be remiss if she didn't attend her own party dressed for the occasion, a glittering mess of sequins and smiles as she moves from guest to guest, offering conversation and gentle nudges toward the liquor for the more restrained. There is something that give this particular evening a sense of finality, even with Wonderland's illusion of time that - perhaps mentally, emotionally, something has drawn to a close.

Nothing as dramatic as "the end of an era," but Evelyn can't help but feel a little bit sad.

She flutters around tables and greets both old friends and new with linked arms, congenial pats, kisses pressed to a cheek because she can, because she should, and because they are all she has left to lose. She doesn't intend to do so any time soon.]

Happy New Year!

[Nate isn't a "big party" guy.

His preferred venues for social engagements are small, dimly-lit, probably sticky and allow for easy escapes into dark corners - the lack of space is oddly more impersonal, less likely to bother if you're sitting alone at the counter somewhere. This is a fucking nightmare: dozens of people sprawled through a huge interior space, no real way to escape, no way to slink to a buffet table without getting spotted.

He's only here for the food and it shows - Nate wouldn't know semi-formal if it smacked him over the head with the King James Bible, but he does make stilted attempts at conversation between comments like "hey, did you know that most of these holiday traditions are pagan?" and "do you think anyone's going to set off fireworks or should some of us be looking for recreational explosives?"

He's trying.]

Arriving in the middle of Ewaymas was not the best way to adjust to life in Wonderland, neither Kate, nor Richie showing their faces much until tonight. The former hadn't so much as appeared openly on the network, her name the only thing that might be familiar to those who pay close attention to the newly arrived but it's her unfamiliar face that would likely draw the attention of at least a few this evening.

Kate isn't alone however, accompanied tonight by Richie and it's a given that even if you do catch Kate alone, the other isn't far away.

[ Open to any and all. Just say which one you want in the subject line (or both). If you do choose Kate there's a chance of Richie showing up anyway. Because he's a nosy bastard who is all up in Kate's bsns right now.]

[Yeah Kate's inside the bathroom getting ready so you're going to have to talk to her through the door Richie because she's not opening this up until she's done. She's been in there way too long already but if you wanna try and tell her to hurry up? Proceed at your own risk.]

[Richie is having a cigarette right now just outside the bathroom because he's a classy dude. At least their room is better equipped for two people these days. Small favors.

He exhales smoke out the side of his mouth before he moves over to the door, rapping on it gently with his knuckles.]

I'm not getting any younger out here, you know.

[ Sharon doesn't normally attend parties. But things aren't normal in Wonderland. Here, she doesn't have to work around the clock, rarely managing to hang out with whoever might be in the same country at the same time. Here, she has leisure time - not that she often takes the opportunity to enjoy it.

Tonight, though, she's put some effort into enjoying herself. It had taken some doing, but she'd finally gotten a dress she and the closet could agree on. It had taken longer to work on a pair of shoes, but she'd managed. And the best part of the dress is that it she can reach a knife or a gun - just in case.

She slips in through the doors, her eyebrows rising as she takes in the changed ballroom. She doesn't fail to note the mistletoe; she makes a mental note to avoid it as much as possible.

[damon shows up at 8:30 pm. for all his talk about being fashionably late, he is unable to be a second late to picking elena gilbert up for their first official date in wonderland. there's no event getting in the way this time. the time approaches, and nothing gets in the way, nothing gets in their way.

he's able to step up to the door in a suit, carrying a single rose in one hand as he steps up to the door, lifting his hand to knock on it.

he feels that little twist of anticipation in his stomach, excitement winding around his heart to be on this date with her. and he knows when she opens this door, he's going to have that breath stolen from him entirely. it'll be a swift hit right in the center of his stomach in the kind of way that stays with him. he remembers all these specific moments when he catches sight of her, and the world around the two of them stills completely until there's only them.

it's the anticipation he feels as he shifts in front of the door, anticipating that feeling, anticipating seeing her.]

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I don't even want to go.

[The 'so shut the fuck up, I'll be ready in my own good time', going without saying really. Some people don't do formal wear every day of their lives okay, she's new to all this.]

What are we supposed to do once we're there, anyway?

[He rolls his eyes, moving a step or two away to lean against the wall nearby.]

It's a party. We'll do party things.

[There's a short pause as he takes another drag off his cigarette, his words muffled slightly as he talks around it.]

We're stuck here for the foreseeable future. We might as well talk to some of the people we're stuck with and people let their guard down when there's a bunch of booze around. It'll be nice and public. No better time if you ask me.

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[ it's with care, and not without nerves, that elena gets ready for evelyn's party.

damon has been letting her set the pace, terms, and conditions of their relationship, and elena is nothing if not appreciative of that. he hasn't rushed her into anything, nor has he demanded that she make anything official until and unless she is ready to. asking him to be her date to the new year's eve party was a deliberate gesture, and while she plans on being more direct, she also hopes he understands the underlying message.

she smiles to herself as she makes her way over to the door. ] Is that for me?

[ he means the rose, but no sooner the comment has made its way past her lips, elena is caught staring a little. damon salvatore wears a suit well, and elena gilbert has risen to the occasion. she wears a simple and elegant navy blue gown. simplicity is the theme of the evening, though effort has been put in all the same: her hair has been left in its natural waves, and the only jewelry adorning her at the moment is a certain phoenix ring, its wings clasped around her index finger. ]

[damon sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of her. there's this swift hit to his stomach as he stares at her, shaking his head. a soft smile tugs across his face as his brain tries to catch up with his heart which beats fast, heavy, quick through his chest. his words- they don't happen, not at first. she looks-

god. there aren't words for it, and it's so obvious she is gorgeous. her hair, her natural waves curling over her shoulders, how she stands, the expression on her face as she answers the door.

he swallows, holding up that rose by its stem in answer.]

You look incredible, Elena.

[his breath is caught in his chest. the air, the very air feels charged between them like he could reach out and grip hold of it, be lost in it, until there's nothing else. there is nothing else, is there?

he doesn't want there to be.]

[She knows full well that he's right. She even knows that if she has to stay cooped up in this room for much longer she's going to scream. She was back to hiding like the authorities were after them only this time she didn't have to. She just wished she could have left the room in something other than a dress and heels.]

So you want me to talk to drunk people and hope they tell me things.... [Tone dry as she shuffles about in the bathroom.

At this point she's practically ready, she's just second guessing everything and doing it twice.]

Or we can trap ourselves in here for another week. Does that sound like a good time to you?

[If there's anything that will get her to hurry up, it's probably that. Richie is pretty sure he'll go crazy if they go that route.]

Who knows, maybe you'll even have fun.

[ and not just any rose. a winter rose. elena knows just why, too.

her smile widens and grows a touch warmer as she takes hold of it. closing the door behind her, elena steps forward with that smile in tow, quiet and private. her eyes lock with his, and they don't look anywhere else. there is nowhere else to look. the air does feel thick, as though this moment has been a long time coming. and it has. ]

You don't look half-bad yourself.

[ the teasing lilt in her voice suggests she is most definitely understating; it's been a while since she saw him all suited up. she lifts a hand, fingers deftly landing on the knot of his tie, pretending to give it a little fix that it doesn't need. slowly, it lowers back down. ]

And not a minute late. I'm impressed.

[The door opens just enough for her to look at him, Kate's features drawn into a half-formed scowl. It's difficult to argue with every point he makes when she knows he's right on every front but she's nervous. Rather than admit as much, it was easier just to be difficult.

Her make-up is done, her hair spilling down her shoulders in loose, thick curls but she's holding an arm across the top of her dress, keeping it up. The scowl slips away, poorly masked uncertainty taking its place and finally Kate has to say something to him that isn't a complaint.]

I can't... Could you help me with the zip, please. [Not much of the dress can be seen with the door mostly closed but she would have to come out if she wants his help.]

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[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

Michonne | OTA

Jane Doe | OTA

Courier Six/Dan Palmer | OTA

Nathaniel Howe | OTA

Cullen | OTA

Regis | OTA

Jesse Wells | OTA

Dorian Gray | OTA

Sarah Weller | OTA

Elizabeth | OTA

Evelyn | OTA

Nate | OTA

Kate &/OR Richie ][ OTA

Before Arriving [Closed to Richie]

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Sharon | OTA

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