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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 24, 2005 20:46:33 GMT -5
Though the Sprinklemastide Ballroom is dusty from lying empty all year, TEO and her armies of possums have managed to get it cleaned on schedule. Her hair already curled around her face and spotted with seed pearls, TEO stands in the middle of the freshly-waxed floor, frowning and still wearing her work clothes.
"Something's still missing. Oh! Music!"
She snaps her fingers and goes to the linen closet, where last year's DJs are still cowering.
"Hi, guys. Y'gonna play what I ask this year?"
They meeble and nod, and then edge toward their equipment.
"Good. And y'better have the Rasmus this year. They're Finnish, donchaknow."
Her eyes glaze over for a moment.
"Punch, food, music, cactus, anti-aircraft artiler... ahah... no, that should be at the Citadel. Oh well. Looks good, guys!"
The possums cheer.
"I'm gonna go get dressed. Wait til I come back, then we'll open the doors."
She bounces off to change in the bathrooms, emerging in a white muslin gown with cap sleeve, a la the English Regency-- TEO's second-favorite time period. Her hair has been tamed into curls, and one of the possums stole her glasses, so she squints slightly, unaccustumed to the fuzz.
"Right! One, two, three-- get ready, fuzzy DJ shapes-- open those doors!"
The possums fling open the doors of the foyer, and the doorstep is empty. TEO sighs and looks at the empty ballroom.
"Werrll, at least it looks nice. Sniff."
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Post by Quites on Sept 24, 2005 20:51:10 GMT -5
*Quites enters quietly, wearing white ceremonial robes and with his sword slung lightly over his back (just in case.)*
Ah, am I the first to arrive?
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Post by Lecky on Sept 24, 2005 20:59:17 GMT -5
Lecky happens to have been on the ceiling for most of the cleaning process, already wearing his scarlet shirt accompanied by his shining green pants. He snickers when one of the possums steals TEO's glasses. He decided that one was his favorite.
"Werrll, at least it looks nice. Sniff."
He slides down the wall to drop somewhere near the punch.
"Hmm, hope this stuff is better than it was last year." He down's a glass that the serving possums slide to him.
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Post by Skiv on Sept 24, 2005 21:09:26 GMT -5
Skiv comes trotting into the room, happily beaming at her choice of attire. Garbed in a black, mildly witch-y looking, gown, decked out in her finest Gothic jewelry. Skiv snickers quietly, straightening her special dress cat-ears (They're black and furry!!) which are her only hair addornment as she looks around for someone to talk too.
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Post by Quites on Sept 24, 2005 21:10:44 GMT -5
*Approaches TEO, who is standing in the corner looking flustered and tired, but very satisfied as the music starts*
Excuse me, M'lady, but may I have the honor of this dance? I'm afraid I must retire early tonight, but I owe you a dance...
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Post by Lecky on Sept 24, 2005 21:16:40 GMT -5
*I say we continue tommorow night*
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Post by Quites on Sept 24, 2005 21:20:09 GMT -5
*I say we continue tommorow night* I second. It's really late, and I hafta go to bed. It can be a multi-day thing. We'll just pause here. That ok? |
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Post by Skiv on Sept 25, 2005 9:00:13 GMT -5
{Dude, if you want to 'pause' the RP, you just don't post, and it 'pauses' 'til someone posts again, silly silly.}
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Sept 25, 2005 12:25:49 GMT -5
Jette walked in, dressed in a silk black shirt, simple black dress pants, and highly reflective shoes. So reflective that one of the possums looked at the sun in it and burst into flames. He walked over to Skiv. "You look spectacular! And I want punch!" He then walked over, got punch for him and Skiv, and walked back.
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Post by Lecky on Sept 25, 2005 14:20:07 GMT -5
^^^
*You can't stop other people from posting Skivvies...*
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Sept 25, 2005 15:05:02 GMT -5
Furball walked in, blinking owlishly.
"Hey TEO, you know that rosebush outside that looks like a possum? Well now it's..." It was then she noticed everyone all dressed up. "Wait. Don't tell me...Coconut...died."
Furball sniffled. "I mean, I know you all didn't like him much, but did you have to throw a party celebrating his demise?"
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Post by Skiv on Sept 25, 2005 18:52:57 GMT -5
Skiv smiled at Jette and took one of the cups, sipping daintily, then snickered.
"Ya know, it's kinda naffy bein' a dell. I mean... It's rather nice to be a girl sometimes."
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 25, 2005 19:54:31 GMT -5
TEO waves graciously to everyone and then turns to Furball.
"Nono, Coconut's not dead. D'you see a casket anywhere? I suspect he's sulking in the kitchen. It's Sprinklemastide, silly."
Eyes darting, TEO slaps a, "It's Sprinklemastide, silly" sticker onto Furball's shirt and gleebles.
She turns vaguely to Quites, blinking.
"Of course, Quites. I'd be honored. I dance horribly, though."
Werrl, she can do the Virginia Reel. But this is not the time or the place.
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Post by Lecky on Sept 25, 2005 19:59:24 GMT -5
Lax refills his cup and passes it to Furball.
"Cheer up, I'm sure he's in a better place, or rather, he's in the same place, but he's on fir-"
"..."
He casually walked back over to the punch table and got himself another glass of punch.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Sept 25, 2005 20:04:27 GMT -5
"He's WHAT?" TEO screeches. "Have you lit the kitten of doom on FIRE?"
She grabs Lecky by the lapels and shakes him.
"TELLL MEEEE."
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!
