{There is a man in a mask outside the ballroom. Who is it? Well, if you've met Dorian before, hopefully his voice is recognizable enough. Either way, he will charm you into bed. I mean what?

If you're passing by or are drawn by the ballroom being lit up and apparently decorated, then he's going to speak to you!}

Ah, good evening...You're not quite in costume, but it seems the previous host has already accounted for such an occasion. I'm hosting a small ball in the style of Venetian Carnival, if you don't know from my own attire.

{He gives a bow if you're a dude, and takes your hand if you are a lady. If you are other, well shit I don't know.}

Won't you join us? You'll find as many masks and costumes as you'd like in the room to the side, and I've done my best to imitate the feel of Venice, minus the canals, of course. There is extravagance from around the world, so at the very least, you will find interest in my collections.

I also quite apologize for the lack of music, but it really is rather troublesome to attempt to arrange a small orchestra from the residents here. If you have talent with instruments or with the voice, I'd be glad to temporarily hire you. But that's really besides the point, isn't it? There are plenty of good friends and better wine inside.

Come, let's go inside.

((ooc: somehow, I'm always the one doing party posts. :|a how odd.
Anyways, Masquerade Time! Dorian has decorated the ballroom lavishly, though he didn't do it himself. How did it happen? Magic, that's how. You can find masks at this site, though you're welcome to look anywhere else! Whether you want to go lavish with costumes or just have a simple mask, it's fine!

Threadhopping is encouraged! Tag other people and have fun. ♥))

[A strangely dressed man steps out onto the Plane, totally engrossed in a yo-yo. He's playing with it, watching it go up and down. Thankfully, he drops it. As he goes to pick it up, he starts looking around. He frowns, then shrugs and starts walking.]

Let's see ... Well, this is definitely strange. By my calculations, I should still be in the TARDIS, heading towards the 24th century. Normally, I'd just blame the randomizer but I was in the TARDIS. And that's a small problem. Just a tiny one but a problem nonetheless.

[He whips around, talking to something that's obviously not there]

K-9! Give me data on this area. When, where, those sort of things. [Pause. Well, K-9 isn't here. Whoops. That wasn't good. The Doctor pulls out a small white bag, opens it and starts munching on some jelly babies. After a while, the bag goes back into his pocket and...he starts yelling.]

Right. For anyone that can hear me or any grand celestial beings looking down on me, or Big Brother...I hope it's not Big Brother. I never really liked that book. It was too depressing and the inclusion of the book in the middle made no sense. [OH RIGHT, BACK ON TOPIC.] Right yes, anyone who's listening to me, hello! I'm the Doctor and I'd like to know the way home. I'll give you a jelly baby if you help me out-maybe even two. I'm feeling quite nice today.

...and could you please tell me where Romana is?

[Damon appears on the Plane with a frown, simply taking everything in for a moment.] This place is unlike any “machine” I’ve ever seen. Clearly it isn’t Time Lord technology. [he glances at the stars] Especially because they seem to have forgotten the correct placement for a several of these constellations. I wonder how it works?

[and he wanders, exploring his surroundings, before discovering a certain black hole that isn’t a black hole] Now that’s odd. What’s a black hole doing in the middle of a machine like this? Some sort of energy source, perhaps? But it isn’t even functioning properly...

I suppose this is what I get for wanting to see the universe. [and then, he pales a bit] I do hope there’s a way back. I’m not quite ready to prove Commander Maxil right just yet.

[here is Barbara, in her chair, near the library

in her hands, she turns round a bright red apple; there's a faint smile on her face as she stares at it, curious and impressed and fond]

Wonder where she got it.