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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[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Upon reaching an unoccupied spot on the dance floor, Rydia turned to face him. "It's easier than it seems, really. Here...." She set about arranging his hands where they should be on her. "See my stance? That's how yours should be. Now, just follow my lead." She waited a few beats, then started them off. "Once you feel comfortable with this, then you lead."

[ava-illumina.livejournal.com]

Cecil was feeling strange as he continued to make his way around the ballroom. At one point he stopped and made his way in another direction instead, simply because he felt compelled to go that direction. Without really understanding why, he veered off to the right slightly, and finally caught sight of Rydia, who was dancing with... someone he didn't recognize. He stared, and then suddenly felt an odd sensation like something cold being dropped in the pit of his stomach. He knew this person. But who? After a couple of seconds, it came to him.

Golbez.

It was him. He was damn SURE it was him. Momentary panic seized him, but he forced himself to relax. The man didn't appear to be doing anything particularly terrible at the moment, besides dancing with Rydia.

THAT sent another cold feeling to the pit of his stomach, and caused him to frown ever so slightly. But he forced himself to relax. Feeling awkward, Cecil just stood there, quietly watching them.