|Repose Verse (reposeverse) wrote in repose,|
@ 2017-09-22 23:59:00
|Entry tags:||*log, ~plot: halloween|
Where: Mansion on the lake
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The old magician who lived in the mansion was dying. In a comfortable room, locked and away from the festivities, his life was ending. He was responsible for this evening's gathering, and his last bit of magic had been saved for a grand exit such as this. The party that filled the old manor home was one sparked with different types of magic, both bright and dark, and the manor itself was an exercise in the eclectic. More attraction than home, it boasted rooms filled with the wonders the man had seen during his lifetime. Here, oddities lived.
Guests entered one-by-one, even if they arrived accompanied, and crossing the threshold began the evening's magic. To varying degrees, costumes became real, but that was the only thing left to chance by the fates controlling the door. The manor was not dark, but guests could not recognize each other and could not recall what their companions came dressed as. There was not an entire forgetfulness, unless that was desired, but there was an anonymity, an imposed desire to be unknown for this trip through wonder. For those who embodied their costumes entirely, the desires of that costume became tantamount. For others, well, that depended on the soul and the mind within.
The Ballroom was dark and seductive. Tall and with spaces for watching and having private moments, the floor itself was surrounded by tables and featured a large, empty stage at one end. Beyond the stage, all the appropriate dressing rooms and costume rooms sat furnished and stocked, but there was no performance being held tonight. Music played, and it was the type of music made for holding close and encouraging romance. The music would play until morning, and drinks would be served to those seated at the tables surrounding the ballroom floor.
The Mausoleum was straight out of an eerie 70s film. Dark and gloomy and colder than the rest of the house, it was a silent place lined with boxes of the dead going back years and years and years. Flowers sat in holders, both morning fresh and with dead petals strewn on the blue carpet. The elevator here was the only way out or in, and it was unpredictable in its comings and goings. Here and there, red wine sat in decanters on tables, waiting to be consumed in honor of the slumbering dead.
The Carousel was alone in a huge room that could barely contain it. Above it, winged creatures floated in mid-dive and mid-flutter, and the carousel itself was brightly lit with neon bulbs and gaiety. It spun slowly, though there was no one controlling the ride. But the speed was leisurely enough that riders could jump on and off without injury, and the constant carnival-tinkling that accompanied the movement was a bright whisper of sound. Cotton candy was available, and benches circled the carousel for those desiring a respite from the twirling.
The Vinyl Store was a throwback, retro with its rows and rows of records in paper sheathes and a soda machine that sold classic bottles of sugar-laden pop. The names on the sheathes were not, surprisingly, all old. Modern music was peppered in with classics, and the entire space was lined with old-time listening rooms made for two. Inside, a record player and bench waited, inviting listeners to shut out the world for a while.
The Skating Rink was a blast from the past. Strobing lights, couples dances, and songs from the 80s and 90s were on the menu in this fully-functional indoor rink. There was a snack stand boasting pizza, nachos, coke, and a full bar alongside little tables for two. Skates were happily provided to anyone whose costume for the evening didn't include wheels.
The Pods were unconventional as far as guest rooms went, but they offered privacy with screens that pulled down to hide what was happening within. All located down a long, yellow-lit hall, they teased and titillated with sounds from beneath glass doors. The quarters were tight, but that was kind of the point. Beyond, the bathrooms were of a similar ilk, with doors that were transparent when not in use, but could be made opaque once occupied, if desired.
Outside, the grounds offered multiple enticements for partygoers. The water in the Grotto was warm, and greens and blues reflected on stone walls. Just feet away from the water's edge, a Stone Barge could be easily waded to in water to the shins, and the view of lights around the lake from that spot was enchanting. The Gazebo, set a little ways off, offered privacy and quiet and an entrance to thick woods and water gardens beyond.