Metatron (heaven_within) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-10-31 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | alessa, blythe, dorian, eileen, finished thread, frank, henry, kain, l, lina, maria, metatron, mitchell, morana, rating: pg, setting: asgard, setting: ballroom within asgard, tohru, vader, zefiris |
Halloween Thread
Who: Everyone in Asgard who comes
When: Halloween night
Where: The bottom floor of Asgard - but more specifically, the ballroom.
Rating: I'm assuming it'll be about PG for now, i'll up it as necessary.
Warnings: Cuteness...?
Summary: Those in Asgard who are interested join in the masquerade Henry, Dorian and Metatron worked to plan out and create. Notably, Lina is absent - she stands at Asgard's door, pointedly awaiting any "idiot" who wants to trash the celebration.
The entire bottom floor of Asgard had turned into an amusingly designed Halloween celebration. There were the cute, typical decorations hanging appropriately in places, but far more notable were the less expected additions Metatron had provided. In the ballroom, a tiny silver moon glowed mere inches from the ceiling, clouds slowly passing it by and disappearing into the air as if it was part of the sky itself. There were floating candles encased in blown glass figurines of cats, witches and other Halloween archetypes.
In the corner of the ballroom, a row of seats were organized with music stands in front of them. Musical instruments floated in the air and played as if held by expert musicians. There were plenty of comfortable seats throughout the massive ballroom for the Asgardians and there was plenty of room for dancing. A hauntingly beautiful, disembodied voice sang words in a foreign tongue to the music and seemed to come from the very walls.
In the kitchen and in a corner of the ballroom, plenty of prepared food lay waiting to be plucked by eager hands. There was even a carefully labeled 'vodka punch' and 'non-alcoholic punch' - courtesy of Dorian. The punch, instead of being in bowls, flowed from two small fountains atop the table with cups ready to be filled nearby (the color of the punch almost made it seem like blood, but one could easily tell it was not.)
Metatron stood in the center of the room, opening his hands out as if offering an embrace so that the doors would open. It was time for the celebration to begin! He wore old English clothing in tattered greens and browns; his collar inching up higher than typical for a Robin Hood outfit. A well-worn, well-loved bow and arrow set clung to his back. On his head he wore a green cap with a feather stuck in it. His mask ended at the nose, a brown thing with green markings and leaves to hint at the forest Robin Hood dwelled in. He was beaming, waiting eagerly for the others to arrive - he, Dorian and Henry had truly worked hard for this masquerade ball!