#lovelacesummerball

[baskervilled-a]

◊ | Looking for a certain manservant. This crowd was huge!

[baskervilled-a]

◊ | Chomp chomp. Nom nom nom. One could find the carnivorous rabbit, Alice, eating by the buffet tables of meat. Her plate was filled with delicacies of meat on top of her plate. Some of the socials found it hard to believe that Alice, out of all people in Pandora was accepted into this party! Then again, Oz is her manservant. It would make sense.

It's amazing that her dress and make didn't ruin the way that she ate her own food. That's another aspect of the naive Alice.

[viridi-virtute-blog]

sapphire-of-raven | Evening Star

♦ | Tugging the man's arm, he rushed into the carriage, to the point where Oz almost bounced while sitting down! Scooting over to the side, it looks like Alice had already left with Sharon--about fifteen minutes ago? That's when Oz was getting ready by the last minute.

Even if they're a few minutes late, the party was still going on! And they provided rooms, too--so if Gilbert or Oz was tired, they could spend time together, couldn't they?

"C'mon, Gil! Let's go!~" They're not late. At least--not in their watch.

[arbousiier]

In shuffles Lottie, not /quite/ able to meet Fang's gaze, though her ample skirts are perhaps a believable-enough distraction. (Oddly enough, even though she can't look at him, she /can/ manage to smile in his direction--or at least try to, before blushing crimson.) "Fang... I hope I didn't keep you, Lily, or Dug waiting. I'm ready now...."

♘: The gentle crinkling of her pannier and plentiful skirts catches his attention, and Fang turns his head ever just so in hopes that he might be honored with even a momentary glimpse of his dear companion.

He scarcely riddles out her figure through the perpetual haze. Each day inches him a bit closer to that frenzied watercolor of a world; it is a condition no mere squint, no matter how severe, may remedy. As though one pours liquid down on to his canvas, driving each color running wild and dripping away until naught but hues and muddled shapes remain.

(He needs no sight to speak to her in soft tones, to withhold pardon to the smile upon his lips.)

"Not at all, Miss Lottie." (The valet “regards" her warmly.) "…You are beautiful this evening."

And upon all others.

[blackhairandgoldenirises]

Nightfall's Avian || Open

Upon arriving at the grand metal gates that opened up to the Lovelace mansion, Gilbert's steady gaze remain plastered at the front doors that were propped open for all guests to freely move into the mansion for the evening. He could see that a good number of guests had already ventured in and several were still arriving; that was good.

Climbing out of the carriage, the valet was called by a few faces unfamiliar to him (incidentally, all female) and he responded with a simple nod of the head before marching onward. He successfully made his way through the crowd and into the massive dance hall where the majority of the party goers were sure to be spending their evening. 

Loud crowds were never within Gilbert's comfort zone, but since Oz was to be in attendance it was a given he had to attend. Hopefully he could pass the night away peacefully (and without being swarmed by a group of anxious females like countless times in the past).

As he pressed his back against a bare wall, without meaning to, a gently smile inched onto his lips. Seeing everyone having fun together-- was a joy.

[baskervilled-a]

bezariusboy | Palm Pianissimo

◊ | Click. As soon as the clock stroke six, Alice exited the carriage. Of course, it wasn't fair for her to arrive without her manservant, but Sharon insisted that she meets up with him at the ballroom, so he'll be surprised by her appearance. What's the point of doing that if they'll be together?

Ruby red heels clacked on the cobblestone, as Alice followed the Rainsworth maiden into the Lovelace Mansion. The chain had a somewhat 'maiden's upgrade' to her own look for tonight's special occasion. Her gown was as red as the crimson wine, glitter tattered on the dress, with a black corset-like accessory around her waist. And boy, did it hurt.

Scarlette diamond shaped earrings made her pierced ears, long white satin gloves that reached up to the calf of her arm. Chocolate locks of brown hair twisted around in soft curls, giving it volume, with a red rose hairclip and necklace to match the whole outfit together.

So this is where that 'Buttertyne' woman lives...

No denying it, it was big. Then again, what wasn't big? Entering the doors, classical orchestras filling up the ballroom with bright lights, as well as the party. How long has it been--since she had participated in this kind of an event?

Tch. Where is that idiot?

Shaking those useless thoughts on her head, Alice parted ways with Sharon. Thinking about pointless things would make her hungry. And the party just started!

Walking around the ballroom, many people were socializing, drinking wine, dancing, talking--it was very busy. For what it seemed to be five minutes, even though it was much longer for Alice's timer, amethyst hues spotted a certain young Vessalius. There he was! Where the hell was he in the beginning?!

"Oz!" Alice called out, almost yelling from all the other side of the gathering tables and dance floor. Not caring about the crowd, she rushes to her side, before huffing shortly, hands placed on her hips. "Where the hell were ya?! I've been lookin' all over for ya! As my manservant, what were ya thinkin' leavin' me empty headed in this big place!" Once a manservant, always a manservant.

"When I said that I'd let ya take me, I didn't say that I'd let ya leave me, you big idiot! Just--stay here--with me--y'got it?!"

[blackhairandgoldenirises]

[ If anyone needs some music to get into the ballroom dancing mood, may I suggest this lovely compiling of Waltz music. ]