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Comfort and Joy
Who: Come one, come all! ...In formal attire.
What: A Christmas ball, old world style.
When: December 1st, beginning around five in the afternoon and ending when the last person leaves.
Where: The rec center.
Summary: Earth's eighteenth-century peeps are throwing one hell of a party.
Rating: Well, considering no one is serving water? Probably PG-13 for alcohol consumption and the results thereof (there's coffee and hot chocolate!).
The recreation center has been utterly transformed.
The doors open to a host of candles and a warm, old-world smell and feel. The scent of food and spices hangs in the air—mulled wine, wassail, evergreen boughs, fresh bread and roast meat. Cream brocades, simple but elegant, are draped over the walls. Traditional red rugs have been thrown over the floor. Gone are the billiard tables, ping-pong, and foosball. It looks like a different place entirely, every table impeccably dressed with light linen cloths and set with fine china and crystal. At least one-half of the room is cleared and ready for dancers.
The tables are lit with candles, and five chandeliers have been temporarily added to the room for more light, giving the room a golden glow instead of the sterile luminescence of fluorescent lighting. On the tables, boughs of evergreen and holly surround the candles, and mistletoe has been hung discreetly here and there. In one corner of the dancing area, by a large and beautifully decorated fir tree (Buffy’s insistence), the musicians are set up to play, unobtrusive to the diners but essential to the dancers. Leading them is Frederic Chopin himself, and few here can say they have had anyone better play for their pleasure.
Things will begin with a grand dinner late in the afternoon, with a light supper (mostly consisting of cold meats, bread, and other lighter fare) at around nine o’clock. The selection of food on the tables is enormous. Most of it is meat-based and some of it is simply meat. Roast beef with mushrooms, goose in giblet gravy, herbed chicken, baked salmon, and a whole pig are among the choices. There is some hope for vegetarians, though, with spinach mixed with bread crumbs and cheese on small toasts, turnips (or rutabagas if you speak American), onions, carrots, parsnips, mashed potatoes, asparagus in breadcrumbs, and savory onion and wild mushroom pies. There is hot fresh bread and rolls with butter and heaps upon heaps of small mince pies filled with fruit, molasses, and yes, a little minced lamb. Moreover, there are fresh winter fruits like oranges and mikans and many different desserts, such as Christmas pudding, a rum chocolate dessert, and spotted dog with custard. Sit and help yourself. For a complete list of the food offered, take a look here.
Among the drinks throughout the evening are wassail, tea, hot chocolate (less sweet and much more intense than most modern characters would be used to, made with cinnamon, vanilla, and a hint of cayenne pepper), coffee, brandy, wine both mulled and plain, port, sherry, and gallons of rum punch. Even though the food is fantastic, overseen by Jack Aubrey, the conversation is the point of the game, and who knows who they will wind up sitting beside. At the center of each table is placed a pineapple as a sign of welcome and wishes of prosperity.
There is dancing light as the music itself, with Archie Kennedy and Elizabeth Swann teaching the steps of each dance before striking up the music and letting everyone go to town with it. They are poised and elegant but relaxed and seeming to glide as they demonstrate the motions with an effortlessness that comes with years of practice. They were both raised on these dances and this sort of social function and seem completely at home here. The dancing begins after dinner with the minuets and continues after a light supper with some informal English country dances. Anyone unused to dancing like this may find that it’s harder than it looks, but when one gets used to it, it feels very graceful, beautiful, and…fun! The activity will only end when there are too few dancers left to continue, and will continue all night if possible. As dancers pass each other or move hand-in-hand, eye contact can be made, quiet words exchanged, subtle (or not) messages passed as they spin through the room, or perhaps the room spins while they remain still.
It might depend on how much they’ve had to drink.
Those who do not wish to dance have other activities to participate in. In one corner, card tables are set up with multiple decks of cards stacked up, and there is even a box or two of dominoes and a handful of dice. The tables themselves are round and made of polished rosewood or mahogany. This area is well-lit and on the opposite end of the room from the musicians and dancers, probably as a mercy to the tone-deaf Horatio Hornblower who loves cards but can’t abide music. Here, discreet (or indiscreet) gambling is inevitable. There may be no money here, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to wager.
Are you lingering at the dining tables, drinking and talking loud and laughing with friends, or will you shyly sit and watch the dancing and games and hope to be invited in? Are you sitting quietly alone and listening to the music as your foot taps on its own, or are you unable to sit still and ready to dance all night if they’ll let you? Are you playing cards with a few new acquaintances, or are you hanging on someone’s arm and helping them cheat?
Whatever you do, have fun.
What: A Christmas ball, old world style.
When: December 1st, beginning around five in the afternoon and ending when the last person leaves.
Where: The rec center.
Summary: Earth's eighteenth-century peeps are throwing one hell of a party.
Rating: Well, considering no one is serving water? Probably PG-13 for alcohol consumption and the results thereof (there's coffee and hot chocolate!).
The recreation center has been utterly transformed.
The doors open to a host of candles and a warm, old-world smell and feel. The scent of food and spices hangs in the air—mulled wine, wassail, evergreen boughs, fresh bread and roast meat. Cream brocades, simple but elegant, are draped over the walls. Traditional red rugs have been thrown over the floor. Gone are the billiard tables, ping-pong, and foosball. It looks like a different place entirely, every table impeccably dressed with light linen cloths and set with fine china and crystal. At least one-half of the room is cleared and ready for dancers.
The tables are lit with candles, and five chandeliers have been temporarily added to the room for more light, giving the room a golden glow instead of the sterile luminescence of fluorescent lighting. On the tables, boughs of evergreen and holly surround the candles, and mistletoe has been hung discreetly here and there. In one corner of the dancing area, by a large and beautifully decorated fir tree (Buffy’s insistence), the musicians are set up to play, unobtrusive to the diners but essential to the dancers. Leading them is Frederic Chopin himself, and few here can say they have had anyone better play for their pleasure.
Things will begin with a grand dinner late in the afternoon, with a light supper (mostly consisting of cold meats, bread, and other lighter fare) at around nine o’clock. The selection of food on the tables is enormous. Most of it is meat-based and some of it is simply meat. Roast beef with mushrooms, goose in giblet gravy, herbed chicken, baked salmon, and a whole pig are among the choices. There is some hope for vegetarians, though, with spinach mixed with bread crumbs and cheese on small toasts, turnips (or rutabagas if you speak American), onions, carrots, parsnips, mashed potatoes, asparagus in breadcrumbs, and savory onion and wild mushroom pies. There is hot fresh bread and rolls with butter and heaps upon heaps of small mince pies filled with fruit, molasses, and yes, a little minced lamb. Moreover, there are fresh winter fruits like oranges and mikans and many different desserts, such as Christmas pudding, a rum chocolate dessert, and spotted dog with custard. Sit and help yourself. For a complete list of the food offered, take a look here.
Among the drinks throughout the evening are wassail, tea, hot chocolate (less sweet and much more intense than most modern characters would be used to, made with cinnamon, vanilla, and a hint of cayenne pepper), coffee, brandy, wine both mulled and plain, port, sherry, and gallons of rum punch. Even though the food is fantastic, overseen by Jack Aubrey, the conversation is the point of the game, and who knows who they will wind up sitting beside. At the center of each table is placed a pineapple as a sign of welcome and wishes of prosperity.
There is dancing light as the music itself, with Archie Kennedy and Elizabeth Swann teaching the steps of each dance before striking up the music and letting everyone go to town with it. They are poised and elegant but relaxed and seeming to glide as they demonstrate the motions with an effortlessness that comes with years of practice. They were both raised on these dances and this sort of social function and seem completely at home here. The dancing begins after dinner with the minuets and continues after a light supper with some informal English country dances. Anyone unused to dancing like this may find that it’s harder than it looks, but when one gets used to it, it feels very graceful, beautiful, and…fun! The activity will only end when there are too few dancers left to continue, and will continue all night if possible. As dancers pass each other or move hand-in-hand, eye contact can be made, quiet words exchanged, subtle (or not) messages passed as they spin through the room, or perhaps the room spins while they remain still.
It might depend on how much they’ve had to drink.
Those who do not wish to dance have other activities to participate in. In one corner, card tables are set up with multiple decks of cards stacked up, and there is even a box or two of dominoes and a handful of dice. The tables themselves are round and made of polished rosewood or mahogany. This area is well-lit and on the opposite end of the room from the musicians and dancers, probably as a mercy to the tone-deaf Horatio Hornblower who loves cards but can’t abide music. Here, discreet (or indiscreet) gambling is inevitable. There may be no money here, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to wager.
Are you lingering at the dining tables, drinking and talking loud and laughing with friends, or will you shyly sit and watch the dancing and games and hope to be invited in? Are you sitting quietly alone and listening to the music as your foot taps on its own, or are you unable to sit still and ready to dance all night if they’ll let you? Are you playing cards with a few new acquaintances, or are you hanging on someone’s arm and helping them cheat?
Whatever you do, have fun.
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When the music was cued up again into a dance, a type of waltz he hadn't heard or danced to in over a hundred years, Angel motioned for her to follow his lead. It had been a long time, but he remembered the steps well, flashes of dancing with Darla in the halls of grand palaces in the heyday of their time together, before he sired Drusilla and his insane little princess had made a vampire of her own out of Spike.
"The company," he finally settled on, smiling at her. "The company's much better than it was in my time."
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"Well, duh," she laughed. It was quite the compliment coming from him. She knew Darla was around for these kinds of events - she honestly couldn't picture Angel's past sans Darla - and she was glad to see that he'd really moved on from her. It didn't help that she felt as though she had one up on the other vampire. "You're not so bad yourself."
She stayed quiet for a little, just listening to the music and following his lead. He would've been one hell of a prom date. She glanced up at him, smiling, "So, we can finally alert the media and tell them you're officially having fun?" He could say he was having fun sitting at the table with her all he wanted, but he wasn't having fun. Not like this. Cordelia knew she was having more fun out on the dance floor than she was sitting at a table, despite the company.
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As the waltz drew to a close, Angel led her off the dance floor to an area near the refreshments tables. He was about to ask if she wanted anything, when a sprig of green and red caught his attention, hanging from the ceiling just above her head. Mistletoe. Angel looked up at it, then back to her - and before he could talk himself out of it, he closed the distance between them and did just as the mistletoe demanded: He kissed her.
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She was still in shock, or surprise, before she came back to her wits and realised that Angel's gone forth and kissed her. She felt like the entire situation was surreal, how she felt light all over just because he was kissing her, before she realised she was returning it.
She broke away, the distance between their face was only small - a bit too tempting, and incredibly dangerous if she were spiritually possessed at the ballet - as Cordelia tried to find anything to say to break up how tense she was feeling. In doing so, she managed to look up - she was, withought thinking, going to look into his eyes - when she saw the mistletoe. That was a good icebreaker, in her opinion. "I didn't think you were the type get into the Christmas cheer," she said, sounding a bit breathless and unsure instead of her regularly good-natured teasing.
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The resurfacing of his awkwardness and the reminder of how not kosher this was, given that he was certain these feelings were a one way street and not two, was enough to make him take a step back and put some healthy distance between them.
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Her gaze landed on the alcohol. "I need a drink."
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That had been stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. What had he been thinking? Well, that was just it: he hadn't. He'd seen an opportunity to skate across those lines that divided them and use the mistletoe as an excuse to act upon what he kept reigned in and hidden from her without raising suspicion. The last thing Angel wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. He feared he'd done that with his brazen act of kissing her and allowing it be more than just a chaste peck on the lips, but a part of him couldn't help but feel simply relieved at being able to do so.
Even if it was while pretend he'd only kissed her because of the mistletoe. He was content to let her believe that.
He returned a few minutes later with a flute of wine in hand, holding it out to her. "As requested."
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It wasn't exactly a secret that she'd competed, rather pathetically, for Angel back in high school. He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome - and back then, he'd been so hopelessly in love or like or whatever their relationship was with Buffy. Part of her had done it to rile up Buffy, and another had done it because she was genuinely interested in him. Pre-Angelus; that's when she finally realised he was so off the table.
Working with him now, in L.A., made her realise that she knew what she felt for him was friendship and incrediblly powerful - what she deemed as platonic - love. She'd never felt so protective over anyone before, and it's why, when Angel decided Darla's resurrection as a human and vampire was more important than helping the actual helpless, it hurt so much when he left.
She was nose-deep in the river of denial when it came to that little something more. Cordelia hailed from a time when Angel had mourn the loss of his one true love and was most likely still hooked on her after her miraculous resurrection. All she knew was that Angel and Buffy were it. It was going to take a while for that to go away for Cordelia, despite how the relationship between Buffy and Angel was here.
This entire thing was beyond her element. The points in time where people hailed from made it all the more difficult to know where to put her feet. She didn't even know if Angel felt anything other than friendship and, what she supposed was, Championship for her.
She was so glad when he returned because that meant she could push all the inner monologue into the deepest part of her mind and hopefully forget about it. Cordelia took the flute and downed it all at once in the best lady-like way possible. "Thanks." She really did try her best to look him in the eye, but with what she was feeling - which was all kinds of confused and incredibly awkward - she found herself being very un-Cordelialike and looked away. "Some party, huh?"