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revivalproject2023-10-01 01:04 pm
marquisdemort) wrote in revivalproject2023-10-01 01:04 pm
Danse Macabre
Who: Lestat, Claudia, OPEN
What: A ball and a threat
Where: The square
When: Start of the month
Warnings: Violence, Blood, See notes for second prompt. Must fill out linked permissions to interact with second prompt. Prompt one is OPEN for all, will be marked as needed
The ball naturally wasn’t as lavish as either of them might have liked, but a decided effort had been made to make it a night to be remembered. Claudia may have called in favours from her witch friend to decorate and transform the outdoor space surrounding the fountain. A party in the autumn back in Louisiana meant a parade of costumes, broken windows, bursts of fire and giggling in every shadowy corner; the air was sweet with candy, and rich with sweat. Around every corner, there was a thrill to set the heart hammering.
The square surrounded by the lively diner, hotel and hospital, where the ever glowing orb illuminated the water of the murmuring fountain, was transformed as the sun set. It was lit by candles, dripping wax onto the cobblestones or cornices, and all guttering at once with every breeze but for those that only peeked through the eyes of jack-o-lanterns, hung on sticks at every juncture. They watched over the revelry without blinking. There was an abundance of flowers, drenching whole surfaces and erupting in sprays up walls, dried and fresh and making the air pungent as petals flitted into the dancing flames around them. The food was more rich yet, buffets of cakes and punch bowls arrayed around a patio of tables to sit and indulge in sugar and liquor, or just listen to the swing music played in eerie tandem from the crackling gramophones hung from the sides of buildings or upside down overhead. They blared with unfounded robustness, like a live band played and sometimes stumbled, around a dance floor littered with confetti and where coloured cards hung nearby for someone to shyly match should they be in need of a partner.
It might have been easier to meet one at any of the games throughout the square, especially the ‘apple’ bobbing, where names of the townsfolk were written on each round, red piece of fruit that floated on the surface of black water in bowls wrapped in glittering streamers. Matching the name to a face could be a challenge, though, as even those arriving without a costume prepared were furnished with a mask and hat, fashioned after clowns and cats and silver screen monsters. Those who didn’t know what their next step should be should maybe start with a fortune game, where plucking a tooth from the mouth of a black cat would reveal if one was destined to marry late in life, or die in a tragic accident.
There was a long night ahead to explore all that this party had to offer, the candles all illuminating as the last glow of the sun faded from the horizon. Claudia watched over it in a voluminous dress of gold and pink, and from behind a matching mask topped with the tiara of a princess. In so much fabric, she looked like a doll sat among the jack-o-lanterns, still but for her wide, dark eyes.
What: A ball and a threat
Where: The square
When: Start of the month
Warnings: Violence, Blood, See notes for second prompt. Must fill out linked permissions to interact with second prompt. Prompt one is OPEN for all, will be marked as needed
The ball naturally wasn’t as lavish as either of them might have liked, but a decided effort had been made to make it a night to be remembered. Claudia may have called in favours from her witch friend to decorate and transform the outdoor space surrounding the fountain. A party in the autumn back in Louisiana meant a parade of costumes, broken windows, bursts of fire and giggling in every shadowy corner; the air was sweet with candy, and rich with sweat. Around every corner, there was a thrill to set the heart hammering.
The square surrounded by the lively diner, hotel and hospital, where the ever glowing orb illuminated the water of the murmuring fountain, was transformed as the sun set. It was lit by candles, dripping wax onto the cobblestones or cornices, and all guttering at once with every breeze but for those that only peeked through the eyes of jack-o-lanterns, hung on sticks at every juncture. They watched over the revelry without blinking. There was an abundance of flowers, drenching whole surfaces and erupting in sprays up walls, dried and fresh and making the air pungent as petals flitted into the dancing flames around them. The food was more rich yet, buffets of cakes and punch bowls arrayed around a patio of tables to sit and indulge in sugar and liquor, or just listen to the swing music played in eerie tandem from the crackling gramophones hung from the sides of buildings or upside down overhead. They blared with unfounded robustness, like a live band played and sometimes stumbled, around a dance floor littered with confetti and where coloured cards hung nearby for someone to shyly match should they be in need of a partner.
It might have been easier to meet one at any of the games throughout the square, especially the ‘apple’ bobbing, where names of the townsfolk were written on each round, red piece of fruit that floated on the surface of black water in bowls wrapped in glittering streamers. Matching the name to a face could be a challenge, though, as even those arriving without a costume prepared were furnished with a mask and hat, fashioned after clowns and cats and silver screen monsters. Those who didn’t know what their next step should be should maybe start with a fortune game, where plucking a tooth from the mouth of a black cat would reveal if one was destined to marry late in life, or die in a tragic accident.
There was a long night ahead to explore all that this party had to offer, the candles all illuminating as the last glow of the sun faded from the horizon. Claudia watched over it in a voluminous dress of gold and pink, and from behind a matching mask topped with the tiara of a princess. In so much fabric, she looked like a doll sat among the jack-o-lanterns, still but for her wide, dark eyes.
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"But everyone's so friendly here. Very helpful, at least."
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He looks to the hosts again, still wondering about them.