(1110) The Green Ballroom

[GB82]

Pulp Noir and Lux

I'd picked Lux up at her place, a single red rose in my hand, hey I could try to be romantic, and well when I saw her I'd almost lost one of my props. The only thing I could say was "Hot Patootie Bless My Soul" and well I certainly meant it, the costume was suppose to be a tight fit but there was a big difference between a tight fit on Meatloaf and a tight fit on Lux. The leather vest with the leopard print on the inside, the fake scar on her forehead, torn jeans with that chain and even a small plastic saxophone, just uh DAMN. After a moment I was able to regain a bit of composure and flashed her a genuinely affectionate smile. "You look amazing" I replied, with each word my fake British accent returning "and trust me on that." I put the cigarette holder back into my mouth and adjusted the dictionary in my hands.

"After all, I am an Expert."

I'd rented a ride from an actual car service to the Clare, it was a bit more expensive then a cab but I wanted, well dammit I wanted the night to be special. I offered my right arm in escort as we entered the Green Ballroom, searching it with my eyes for the rest of the Cabal. Finding them all standing around a table, I began to lead the Lovely Lady in Leather towards the group. "Fear not my dear girl, should that nefarious Doctor attempt to harm you, I shall defend your honor." I smile at Lux, offer her a playful wink and hold up the dictionary.

Pulp

Lux

[Joshua Morris]

The thicket of the Green Ballroom is broken by the entrance of three spectres clad in robes of pure white, faces obscured by their hoods. The three are identifiable only by the iron tools of their station: one carries a spindle and distaff, for spinning; one carries a marked rod, for measuring ; one carries a large pair of shears, for cutting. The three stop inside the door and pause to take in the decor and crowd. The shade with the shears raises them and slowly points them towards a table in the back--at the Rocky Horror cast--then turns towards its fellows.

"There's some recognizable faces in the back," Joshua says to the two Thyrsoi. "Or do we want to walk about a bit and mingle?" There's a slight pause in front of the final word, as though he had to fight back a shudder at the thought. Truly, Halloween is an evening of frights.

[Lux]

Lux was more than a bit surprised by Pulp's reaction, her costume wasn't all that special, but she couldn't help but to laugh at the expert line. "Oh yeah? I have to say, Mr. Expert, I'm pretty impressed as well," she returned, following the Libertine to the car. "You've got an actual smoking jacket, the fake cigarette, and even a chauffeur. It's always the little things," she laughed.

The ride to the ballroom was filled with small talk and no small amount of joking, but there was a subtle current of tension underlining her mood, and it was only when they entered the Claire proper that she relaxed. Lux took in the miasma of light, costuming, and the swarming mass bodies of bodies with a wild grin, the energy of the evening resonating within her. It was a night of indulgence and whimsy, a celebration in spite of the evil that lurked all around them, a bit of light in the darkness, and she was going to embrace it entirely.

She paced alongside Pulp, gaze rapidly roving over their environment, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of her Cabal-mates. "Oh my god," she laughed. "Look at Ahriman and Q! They're actually pulling those costumes off! Wow...I wouldn't worry about my honor now, though, I think you might be the one who should be concerned," she snickered, hurrying over to the table.

"Well hello, hello. You guys are looking good." she declared, with a wink. "Oh, and I don't think I've met your friend before. I'm Lux, by the way," she finished, nodding at Technique.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy laughs at the DJ's choice. Perfect timing. She pouts her lips at him. "I can't believe you don't know Roger Rabbit. Have you been living under a rock or something?" Her tone is playful, as her teasing eyes perform a full inspection of his costume.

"Leather daddy, huh?" She giggles and then leans in closer to him. "Cocaine is so 80s, but I wouldn't mind a dance." She leans back and winks at him.

[Animus]

After everything that had happened to him, the last thing Animus felt like was partying. But he had long learned what his pack instincts could do to him if he tried to stay alone. And besides, the costume might help. Perhaps if he could let himself ve the role, it might dull some of the edge of his memories, at least for the night. Besides, he still held fond memories of how the previous Halloween had ended.

The Thyrsus' eyes scan the ballroom, taking in his surroundings, a smile briefly flicking across his face as he notes the plants and trees, the pulsing life forces of those present. But as he carries his measuring rod, he can't help but imagine where their threads might end.

A hand reaches out to gently squeeze Triquetra's, before dropping back to his side. A subtle reminder, bringing him comfort. The silence stretches just an instant longer before he speaks. "Let's go say hi. I'm sure they won't mind the company."

[Lesingnon]

Triquetra's holding the tip of the spindle between her fingertips, idly spinning it back and forth in front of her eyes. And idly wondering how well any attempt to actually spin a thread would turn out. It was simple, right?

She's snapped from her internal reverie at the touch of Animus's hand, eyes darting up to glance around the room and truly take in the sits for the first time. Then darting around a bit more until spotted the group she was pretty sure he was talking about. "Oh, umm...sure." She tucks her hands into the voluminous sleeves of her robes (she'd had the costume on for a while now and that was still fun). "Lead the way?"

...just in case he wasn't talking about who she thought he was.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy stands up and follows Laird to the dance floor. I was like 14 when this song came out. She laughs as he mouths off some of the lyrics. "I'm waking up to fantasy, the shades all around aren't the colors we used to see."

She winks at him as she starts dancing, moving as if she didn't have a single worry in the world.