019 (lol party)

[madamemoiselle]

{Just as promised to Lucy some time ago, Diva has been preparing quite the specialized party. It's taken quite some time, and definitely a lot of money, but for the Goldsmith family, money is never a problem. In fact, her Chevalier credited the collection as one of her eccentricities.

In any case, Diva has brought another permanent edition to the plane. While only a single room in a great house. The owners won't really miss it. It's a grand ballroom, wonderful for parties of any sort, but today it's been filled with a party that reminisces of an era long since past.

In one corner of the room, there are many tables set with a variety of delectable foods and drinks of every kind, for those that want to eat, and several chairs along the sides to sit and chat. However, most of the floor is clear for those that wish to dance. After all, from the sound system around the room, there is music from the early 20th century, as there would have been in Russia when Diva lived there.

But more importantly, on either side of the sweeping staircase that leads up to the ballroom floor, there are racks of clothing in every size, both for men and women. However, these clothes are all, of course, from the same time period of the very beginning of the 20th century, and fit for a czar's ball.

With the preparations ready and the building on the plane, Diva comes to open the doors of the room/building with a bright smile, wearing her own gown.}

Ah, I'm sorry it took so long, Mrs. Saxon, but getting everything together was more trouble than I had thought! Ne, but in any case, with the recent confusion from that silly language thing, I thought now would be an excellent time to throw a ball after all.

You're more than welcome to pick clothes and jewelry from the period to wear, there's plenty and rooms on either side to change, but if you'd rather wear something more modern, I guess that's fine. But these clothes, they're much more lovely, ne?

Welcome, and I hope you all enjoy yourselves!

((ooc: Yes, a party! Diva likes parties, shut up.
ANYWAYS, threadhopping mandatory encouraged! Let your characters get social. ♥))

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

You're very predictable, Ikki~ {She laughs slightly and kisses hin}

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Only when it comes to attractive women. [He kisses back, discreetly (or not so discreetly) tries to pinch her butt, then zooms off to the costume rack as promised.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Not that it would be easy. Petticoats and hoop skirts tend to act as a shield in their own right. But she giggles nonetheless} I'm sure that there's something that'll look dashing on you~

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki can only be seen apart from the suits because of his crazy hair. Being a string bean tends to make you easily lost.] Damn it, I'm no good at this.

[madamemoiselle]

It's not so bad! I think that a good suit always looks wonderful on a man. Ah, of course these aren't tailored, so it won't be perfect, but...oh well.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

How's this? [This one is black and white with red accents. Like a zebra in a blender. Ikki enjoys a good amount of firey colors though.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Grins} Ah, that's very handsome, actually! You have good taste.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

I know I have good taste. I'm a genius after all. [wink. LOL.] I'll be right back. [He pops off the plane for a few minutes and reappears looking somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe he needs to unbutton the thing. Formal just doesn't suit him.]

... I feel like I'm going to a damn funeral.

[madamemoiselle]

{Laughs} Not at all! If it were a funeral, you would wear black, of course. Ah, but perhaps you'd like to dance? I got such a nice space, but no one seems to be using it.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[fffffffff, he ends up unbuttoning the front anyway. It doesn't look horrible, just... Ikki-ish.]

Dance? I dunno, I do most of my dancing in the sky where it doesn't look so damn homo.

[madamemoiselle]

Would it look that way if we were to dance together?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[pauses]

Maaaaaybe not...

[madamemoiselle]

{She offers her hand} Then shall we, Ikki?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He grins boyishly.] Oh, hell. Why not.

[madamemoiselle]

{She takes his hand and leads him to the floor with a cheerful smile} Now, I'm assuming that you don't know how to dance, so I'll lead. Is that alright?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Fine. But only because I've seen this in movies.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, this is certainly no movie. {So Diva begins to lead him in a simple waltz}

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Looks like one. Feels like one. Kicks ass like one. [He's a quick learner, and being a fighter, not to mention a Storm Rider, has its perks. His balance is excellent and he's light on his feet.]

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I'm glad that you're enjoying this movie, then. {She laughs} Well, I'll tell you what, if you can lead, I'll give you another kiss as a thank you~

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You're on! [He pauses so they can switch :D]

[madamemoiselle]

{And so they do!} Ah, but you've really never danced before? You're quite graceful.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

I hope graceful ain't the same as girly. [He makes a face as they waltz around.] It's prolly because I've been fighting and flying since I was a little kid.

[madamemoiselle]

No, grace is something very admirable in both men and women. Ne, I like it a lot.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... Okay!

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs, leaning a bit closer} You're doing a good job, really.