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Who: Everyone!
What: A dance. :|
When: October 31st-November 1st
Where: The hotel ballroom in LucetiLand.
Summary: Here is the post describing the event!
Rating: Uhhh anywhere from G-R.

At the door there stands a droid; he's wearing a very snazzy tux, and collecting the invitations. If you don't have an invitation, don't worry!

Just get the hell in that room. Thank you.

The ballroom is enormous, more than enough to accommodate you and your fellow captives. The lighting is overall somewhat dim to set the atmosphere; there are tables bunched together at one end of the room, and a rather large dance floor at the other (complete with lights, strobe and spotlight, and a DJ-droid in a sequined suit and sporting a hangman's noose around his neck). To the side, lengthy tables loaded with all sorts of partyriffic snacks and drinks. And of course, droids milling about in the same sharp suits the one at the door was clad in, all with little spooky variations to add festivity -an arrow through the head, Frankenstein bolts through the neck, vampire fangs, etc- as they seem to be setting chairs, cleaning up used plates and cups, and generally stopping anyone from sneaking out the windows or doors.

It can be noted, however, that the droids are terribly outnumbered.

You can join in the festivities; take a seat and wait for a friend or a date, have a snack or try to escape. Just make sure to make the night memorable.

Because there is something lurking outside...and if you leave to investigate, you might not come back.

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A headtilt. Is she sure she's got the right face?

"Yes?"

"You're the one who talked the most about dark and light, correct?" That is how she remembers him, yes.

"Indeed. A pleasure to finally meet an actual angel -- perhaps a size smaller than expected."

Why yes, he did go there. For fun.

That only earns him a questioning look, and her looking down at herself, then back up at him. Obviously she's confused by that. He did see her when she was bigger, did he not?

Oh, dearheart, he did mean her current state. Xaldin chuckled, knowing that look she gave. Many made such to a man like himself.

"What other magic does such an angel posses?"

Feeling he wasn't going to explain himself, she just lets it go.

"Assisting magic..."

If she asked, perhaps he would have. Onto the next topic, though.

"Would you say... healing, enough to give back ones heart?" Why yes, he's speaking in a 'metaphor'. He'll call it that to those who don't understand the concept of his non-existence.

"...a heart..? I don't know, I've never tried any healing magic like that before...It could be possible...Why do you ask??" Oh, he has to have a good reason for asking something like that, and she would like to know!

"Simple curiosity," A pause, "If a man's heart were to stop, can you revitalize it?" added the lancer There we go, some 'clear up' on his question.

"I think it would depend on why his heart stopped, but possibly, I think I wold be able to.."

"A heart attack, or an impalement."

"I think that would be possible, yes.."

"Impressive, Kohaku." said Xaldin, actually quite amused -- although, now he wonders if he can bring back his heart.

Let's save that for another time. Topic jump, he looks back to the dance floor.

"Have you ever danced?"

"Thenk you!" She can't help but smile a little too much at that compliment.

"...Dance..? No, I haven't."

"Yes, dance." said Xaldin as he kept his eyes at the dance floor, watching the others spin, turn, perhaps boogie to the song Thriller.

"They do say it's quite the hobby."

Kohaku looked over to the dancefloor aswell.. "I've never danced before.."

"Well, welcome to your first ball." said Xaldin. Poor girl, not even dancing once on her tip toes for a twirl? Clearly it must be remedied.

III wasn't planning to medicate it.

"...Why is it called a ball?"

"Because a ball is supposed to be a lovely, fun social event, emphasizing the dance." And he wave shis hand to those on the dance floor. See their smiles and laughter?