Let The Spectacle Astound You

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Characters: OPEN
Progress: Continuous
Summary: The party you've all been waiting for: the Grand Ball of Alexandria!
Location: Palace Alexandria
Date: June 21st, 1803
Warnings: TBA. Eventually, Violence.

For weeks, the palace had been abuzz with activity; even more so than usual. On top of the usual hustle and bustle of daily life, there were the extensive preparations to be done for the festival, and this, the grand finale. The palace's largest ballroom had been decorated from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. Long elaborate draperies of silk and chiffon in white and cream, the stairs lined in a rich, crimson carpeting. Gold and silver everywhere, framing the large windows and the door opening out to the courtyard. A warm summer evening, with the roses in full bloom. Flowers adorned every table, column, and doorway. It wasn't just the ballroom that had been decorated, however; the entire palace was decked in regalia, the staff having obviously anticipated the crowd to be much larger than usual.

All around the palace, inside and out, the guard was on high alert. Every guest was greeted, checked, and in the case of the higher-ranked, announced to the company at large. The sun had not quite set, and already the ballroom was half full; nobles and low-born alike, natives and foreigners, all dressed in their best. The guest of honor had yet to make her appearance, but no one seemed to be fussed by the fact.

But the night was young, and there was bound to plenty of seeing and being seen before the night was over.

[[ooc: Here we go, everyone! Party style still applies. Tag in, tag each other, mingle, HAVE FUN!... while you can. Thread jumping and ninja tagging is encouraged. ^.^]]

Update: A fist fight broke out on page two. Feel free to ninja in to spectate, generally comment or gasp, or just read it and have a laugh. Appropriate authority figures... Squall, Steiner, etc may need to step in.

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[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

Two men arguing with one young dancer in the middle. No small secret that Gabranth scared the life out of Penelo, much as Larsa's brother did. She couldn't, no wouldn't, forget that this was the man who killed Reks, the man who destroyed her homeland. And while she was livid at being called a street urchin, she was too stricken with genuine fear to retort anything sharp.

And he was right.

Her eyes dropped to the floor, unwilling to look at the monster behind her, and too ashamed to look at the gentleman before her. She steeled herself against doing something humiliating like fainting, but there was no way to miss the fact that she was visibly trembling.

[empires-lapdog.livejournal.com]

"My Lord; whilst he may play puppet master to the name that is Gabranth, he will forever remain my brother. 'Tis my own right to speak of him how I desire, as it is his to speak of myself in whatever manner he chooses." He really wasn't sure why he was arguing the foolish point, but the claim Larsa made over Basch riled him up inside. No matter his problems with his twin, he would always remain just that. His.

Just as he would remain a part of Basch, Basch was eternally a part of him.

Clearing his throat, he took a slight breath in to calm himself. "Nay, we stray into a topic we should sooner leave for private discussion. 'Tis my sore mistake of overstepping my bounds. My humblest apologies, Lord Larsa." Still, he cast a glance to Penelo with an indignant sniff. "Yet, I must remain adamant that such displays are better left in private, rather than paraded in front of royalty and your Lord Brother."