Dancing Through Life [OPEN]

[niepokonany]

Who: Feliks, and whoever shows up. Mingle log, everyone's invited!
Where: The old Łukasiewicz manor
When: In the evening, on the day after spring's sudden onset.
Warning: Alcohol will be available? Otherwise, depends on the players--stick a warning in the subject line if anything gets out of hand.


The rumors and casual invitations started a long while ago, in the wake of Team Evolution's departure, but it took a while to nail down a date, and to shine up the rarely used public areas on the lower floor of the Łukasiewicz family estate, two floors on top of one of the towers towards the outskirts of the residential district. Paper invitations came several days ago, to damn near everyone with an address (though of course, the nobles' are on finer paper, hand-written by Feliks's grandparents and properly sealed.) Though everyone is invited, the general public has also been reminded to dress well and behave themselves presentably--it isn't every day you're invited into a noble house, is it?

Even for the nobles, honestly, it's rare to see this one. The heads of the family are aged, and while they often appear and are pleasant enough at everyone else's events, they have little energy for arranging their own in general.

They seem to have gone all out on this one, though, perhaps because the first ball of the spring demands it and perhaps because they're celebrating so many things at once. First there was Feliks's performance in the tournament, then his evolution, and of course they're still looking to find him a nice match. And spring, quite suddenly, is in the air, the weather pleasantly warm and the balcony gardens overflowing with blossoming flowers--a small legion of gardeners has been brought in to keep the plants under control, actually, given their overabundance lately.

The food and drinks are fantastic, varied, and plentiful, laid out at strategic points around the wide, gleaming dance floor. The best musicians from all over the city have been hired to encourage people to make use of it, and to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

So come on in--talk, dance, eat all the little berry pastry things, and welcome the spring!

[OOC: Will put up a couple of threads for different areas of the party to keep it organized, feel free to mingle and tag around with everyone!]

Comments

[comparative_insanity]

[Fai practically comes stumbling away from a cluster of high nobility, all of them smiling tight little smiles in case all the money escapes. He looks like a man escaping some kind of inhumane torture.]

Oh! Hello there, I've talked with you before, haven't I? You know, even if you haven't, please talk to me. Otherwise they'll want me to return to them again. [And then he laughs, sheepishly righting the star-shaped saphire hairpins fastened in the feathers on his head.] I'm sorry, I'm being rather silly, huh?

[makeitquick]

[ Had she... yes. She recognizes the feathers. She looks surprised for a moment, gulps, and then tries to just play it cool ]

You got it. Seen any monocles?

[comparative_insanity]

[Fai grins, tossing his head lazily in the direction of his own family, talking in a small group of The Right Sort.]

See that tall man with the long beard and the flowing hair and the huge monocle? That's my uncle. I don't think I need any more in my life. You?

[makeitquick]

[ Wow. She looks and... poor guy. ] None. I barely know why I'm here other than that Feliks guy being the most inclusive rich guy I've ever seen.

[ ...

Oops wait she shouldn't have said that. Just smile like you're confident and that probably won't be a problem. She was in that tournament after all! So that's something ]

[comparative_insanity]

[Fai just laughs, shaking his head.]

Yes, well, his parents were sensible enough to get out and raise him more like a normal person, see? I'm incredibly envious.

[His smile turns a bit wry.] And don't worry, I've lived with rich people all my life. I know what some are like.

[makeitquick]

'Ve never really been around them until a few months ago. 'Guess the walls of Union are a bit of an equalizer where when you're outside of them where you come from matters a little less. [ Still, despite saying that, one of her fingers reaches up to trace the scar by her lip. She doesn't even realize she's doing it, it's just a habit ]