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Mitchell Roslyn (pyro_madness) wrote in chaosunraveled,
@ 2008-06-01 23:03:00

Current location:	Asgard Ballroom
Current mood:	awake
Entry tags:	alessa, alice, blythe, dorian, eileen, frank, glitch, henry, jazz, kain, l, metatron, midvalley, mitchell, rating: pg-13, setting: asgard, will

Party like there's no tomorrow
Who: Mitchell, Dorian, the Asgardians, and a handful of Niflheimers
Where: Asgard’s ballroom
When: June 2, Monday, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for safety (R-rated material will have to go in new threads)
Warnings: Probably some language, and awkward moments on the dance floor
Status: In Progress! Will be open for as long as it takes for players to have plenty of interaction.
Summary: Inspired by their time together in the ballroom, Mitchell and Dorian throw a party for Asgard and a few of the “nicer” members of Niflheim.

Balloons of every color filled a part of the ballroom floor, and about two-dozen floated around on the ceiling. A long table of food and refreshments lined the wall below a banner that said “ASGARD” in brightly colored letters, drawn with crayons. A party music mix played over the speakers, not too loudly yet. The lights were somewhat dim so that the huge, golden chandelier in the center could glimmer in all its glory.

Mitch stood by the entertainment system, surveying what he had helped to put together. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed and expression satisfied. ‘Not bad,’ he thought. His clothing was causal – black jeans, and a black and white shirt with fiery designs.

If it weren’t for Dorian, Mitchell would never have thought to throw Asgard a party. It wasn’t something he’d have done on his own, and definitely not something he would have done back “home.” His life back there hadn’t always been miserable 24/7, but parties were very few and far between things for him.

He worried briefly if this party was taking place too soon after a few… rather nasty incidents. Maybe they shouldn’t have invited any Niflheimers at all, and just had Asgard come together. (He hadn’t had the heart to dissuade Dorian at the time, and well, the ones they had invited hadn’t done anything to anyone as far as they knew…) What if the others decided to crash? Metatron promised nothing could happen within Asgard, but you never knew when the unexpected decided to show up anyway.

Instead of letting himself think about it, which would have set off his temper, the redhead walked over to grab a cup of ginger ale. There were a ton of other drinks to choose from, but Mitch liked how ginger ale tasted, and had ever since he was a kid. The sugar wouldn’t calm him down, but he was trying to be carefree.

Hopefully, everyone would have a relaxing, FUN time…

And Mitch silently damned anyone who tried to ruin it.

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bakuhatsushinji
2008-06-02 12:46 pm UTC (link)

Whilst it would be true to say he'd been somewhat flattered he'd received an invitation to go to the party Asgard was having, he wasn't entirely comfortable with it, nor was he entirely impressed with how it seemed to imply that no-one considered him much of a threat. It wasn't that he wanted to be considered one per se, it was just that in some ways, it was frustrating to know that people didn't have much of an opinion of you in any particular respect (particularly as he had been known for one reason or another back amongst his classmates, and within certain circles). Whatever, though. He figured the party would be interesting if nothing else (and 'interesting' had such a wide definition that it he didn't have any need to be more specific than that).

After enquiring about dress code, he'd been been quite pleased to have been told it was casual (it made things so much easier for him) and had left Niflheim with the intent of arriving on time, but certainly not early. After finding that Jazz had invited Midvalley, Shinji couldn't help but feel a little surprised (and to be honest, he decided the less he thought about that fact, the better). The idea of inviting someone hadn't even entered his head (and really, who would he have invited to accompany him?)

Upon reaching Asgard and being shown to the appropriate room, Shinji couldn't help but stand somewhat awkardly; it was far from being the most comfortable social situation he'd ever been in (although, clearly, it wasn't the most uncomfortable). Yet again, he noted, he was the youngest (and probably, again, by some fair amount. He idly wondered if that was why they overlooked him, why people like Jazz presumed he had no 'x-factor' or whatever he'd called it. Just because he didn't go flaunting everything, it didn't mean he wasn't capable). Glancing around at the others in the room, he wondered who was who; he hadn't conversed with many from Asgard (well, in truth, he'd only conversed with Dorian as far as he knew), and he had absolutely no idea who everyone was. He didn't know what Dorian looked like, even.

Shoving one hand in a pocket, Shinji glanced briefly up at the ceiling. This thing had better be vaguely interesting, or else he'd have had wasted an evening (he supposed he at least got to see how Asgard interacted with one another, although he was fully aware that for as long as he, Jazz and Midvalley were around, they'd be guarded).

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boy_silhouette
2008-06-02 06:11 pm UTC (link)

{AN: I'm gonna start with interactions so we don't have so many people standing around XD}

After many days of excitement billowing up in Dorian's dead stomach, the day of the party had finally come! He knew a lot of people were on edge these last several weeks because of all the terrible events that had occurred, but Dorian never knew what it meant to dwell on these things. In all his years of abuse as a child, he'd blocked most of the agonies out, and had managed to come out as a...relatively...normal mummy. Even in those times, he'd always remained positive - not blindingly so - but enough to know that when that angel had come to save him, he had been expecting her.

After having helped Mitch decorate the ballroom and drawing the crayon ASGARD sign (it was the third sign, as the first one was ASGARRD and the second ASSGARD - poor Dorian never knew how to spell), he returned back to the room he shared with Nix to get ready. He wanted badly to become the marble Sir Percival Quigby, but since it was more a suit of formality, he decided against it and picked his alternate Dorian self. This marble form was simple - a green-eyed man in casual slacks and wife-beater. His sandals smacked on the floor when he walked. This would be perfect for dancing in!

When he did arrive to the ballroom again, his eyes grew saucer-wide at the sight of all the many, many balloons! Dorian loved balloons! He'd seen children in London carry them around and had always wanted some for his own. And now, there they were - everywhere! This was the best day ever.

He even noticed other arrivals coming in: there was Mitch over by the music, there was the man named L entering (not looking particularly clean, but as long as that outfit was good to dance in, Dorian didn't mind), and one other gentleman he hadn't met in Asgard before. After many long seconds of thought, he realized who this was and approached with jubilant vigor.

"Oh, hello, my guest Shinji! How nice of you to come to our party!" He held his hand out in a stuttering way, trying not to look too afraid of touching Shinji, but really wishing to be cordial.

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bakuhatsushinji
2008-06-02 06:45 pm UTC (link)

As he realised he was being spoken to, Shinji turned towards the speaker, his expression one of slight surprise. After a brief moment, it dawned on him who the person must be. "Dorian?" He half questioned, his English somewhat accented. He didn't look how he imagined him (but then, he reasoned, who on either team looked how he'd imagined them to look? He was tempted by the idea of just giving up on having mental images of people since he clearly didn't work).

Glancing at the proffered hand, before shaking it, offering Dorian a small smile. "It's ...Nice to meet you", he responded. Briefly glancing back around the room, Shinji realised that he really wasn't doing all that well with regards to conversation topics; he imagined it had something to do with his unease about being here.

Returning his attention back to Dorian, Shinji gestured loosely. "So, you and th- Mitch. You guys done all this, huh? It's pretty impressive". Shinji had personally never tried to organise anything remotely similar (the odd party between friends didn't count). His parents, of course, had organised something here and there, but they had been more along the lines of formal dinners primarily aimed at those who worked alongside his father. His mother, despite the current situation of their marriage, always accompanied him, and Shinji had been aware that it was simply to keep up appearances. They'd always been far too worried about that kind of thing.