Chapter 3

[hideous-soul.livejournal.com]

{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. ♥))

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I've told him not to hurt you. I don't know if it will hold - he is in a bit of disarray - but I hope it does. After all I've done for you, you belong to me.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I do Harry, yes. [tries to smile but it really comes out looking more desperate] I don't want to be anyone but yours, Master.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Quietly] Then why does all the evidence point the other way? Occam's Razor, Mrs Saxon. Sometimes, the answer is as simple as disloyalty.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[just as quiet] I'm not disloyal, Harry. Please. I learnt my lesson. I won't ever hurt you again.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you say so, Lucy. But you're not the one of us who knows the future.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Do you know something, Harry? Did you see something? [presses a hand to his arm] If it's what your other self said, I don't believe it. I'm not going to kill you, Harry.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master just smiles] This is a good wine. Do you know the host, Lucy? I can't say I've ever heard him before.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[her expression falls and she just stares at him a moment, that utterly lost look on her face, before attempting to pull herself together somewhat]

No, Harry. I'm not familiar with him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Always the downside of masques. The upside, of course, is to see Red Death walk among the revellers.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. [sort of scans the crowd for said Death] Do you see him often, Harry? I think I'd like that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And you would fiddle while Rome burns. [he takes Lucy's hand and kisses it] Mingle, Lucy. We don't want the future to come to us too soon.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[but oh, that kiss makes her smile, even if it's only to her hand. she doesn't understand what he means and it frightens her, but she takes solace in him touching her, so he can't be angry with her. he can't hate her if he'll touch her] No, no. Of course not. [smile brightens a bit] Will you dance with me at some point, Harry?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We'll see.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yes. Of course, Harry. [pets his arm] I'll be back later?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You will. I know you will.

[He leans over and kisses her cheek]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[smiles at the kiss] Of course, Harry. [griiiins then turns away] I'll be back.