#penelope.001

[widcwed-rasa]

@ofbuchananisms​

It seemed rather ridiculous to wear a nice dress when it was so cold outside, but there she was. Her chestnut hair swept up in a neat bun, makeup, and heels. “I’m hoping we might actually know each other’s names by the end of it,” Poppy joked. “I’m Poppy.” 

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"I suppose that's the kind of hope even I can’t disappoint in the end," the princess quipped with a hint of humor to it as well. "I'm Rasa,” she supplied with a small smile. “What are you thinking of this thus far?" She eyed the woman through the rim of her glass.

[bccbaldacchino]

@ofbuchananisms​

Poppy considered herself a somewhat observant individual. She didn’t pay rapt attention to her surroundings at all times, but the slight dimming of the Edison lights stretched around them. The distinct flickering had her on edge.

“The lights. They’re dimming,” she pointed out, her head tilting upwards. Golden-brown eyes followed along the strings, almost as if she dared them to dim once more. “Or flickering. You don’t see that?”

Bee moved her eyes to the lights over the garden, focusing on them for a little while. Only then she saw what the other one was talking about. "Oh, I'm sure it's fine," the blonde flocked her hand in the air dismissively. "They probably overloaded the power lines when they set up the big screen," that was a thing, right? Bee had never bothered much when it came to learning about lighting fixtures before. Not beyond flickering a switch to turn them on or off. "It has to be it, right?" She asked hesitantly, suddenly needing the other one to confirm her theory, as her eyes widened in their orbs.

[klcusvonbulow]

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The mask itched somewhat and she couldn’t take it off. Part of Poppy was pretty sure there’d be irritation on her skin when she finally removed it that night. Heels weren’t a big deal, the form-fitting black evening gown wasn’t either, but it was the damned mask. It all went away at the sight of the flawless night sky.

“Makes you feel bloody small, doesn’t it?” she mused, her head tilting to the side when she cast a glance in his direction. “It’s pretty in there, but I prefer it much more out here.”

Klaus realized this wasn't the kind of question he expected to hear, which made his head tilt to the side contemplatively. "I guess you can say that," he considered, nodding a couple of times, even though he wasn't sure they were talking about the same thing. His light brown eyes wandered over to her, searching for anything he could recognize. Judging by her plight, he believed she was addressing the universe or something greater than the masquerade in the adjacent room. The guard stepped closer to the banister, resting a hand on the surface as he looked out to the landscape that stretched below. "And where is this 'out there' you're referring to?"