the formal (icon of hell optional)

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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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Malchior was pleased at her reaction-- even if she was embarrassed, she was already comfortable enough with him to laugh a little about it, rather than close herself off socially for fear of making another mistake, which would have made the evening considerably more difficult to make productive.

"Not at all. I'm a rather chronic rambler myself. Now, to answer your question..."

The dragon hummed for a moment, having already devised his answer from Rorek's memories, but giving it just a little bit more time to make himself seem the smallest bit absent-minded, and certainly harmless.

"Well, it's hard to say, precisely. I suppose one of the largest differences is the way people here socialize, making new connections, new allies and such here. You see, in my time, it was always just the court; newcomers were rare, and were always the focus of attention, to their betterment or their downfall. That comes, I suppose, from the strict stratification of my time that this age seems to lack. Likewise, because social classes seem to be so much more mobile in this time, the etiquette seems much less... strict. The deference to those of higher social class is small, compared to that of ages past.

"The talk of business is another difference, I suppose. The talk of balls was always trivial, and by trivial, I mean social warfare, courtiers and their intrigue, trying to use the rest of us as their pawns. But politics and war were reserved for council rooms and talk of swordplay or swordplay was reserved for smaller, more personal gatherings."

Malchior gave a soft laugh and a smile to the woman on his arm.

"I must say, I think I rather prefer this to that, and as much as I miss my old friends, it's certainly relieving to know I can make new ones here without worrying about this knave or that trying to maneuver me out of my position for speaking with whomever I please."

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Absently, Yomiko lifted a finger to her lips in a gesture suggesting that she had lost herself to thought. For a brief moment, the image of a bumbling young woman disappeared; replaced by that of the gifted, deceptively canny agent of the Royal Library's Special Operations.

"It's certainly true that society's changed greatly, even over the last century...and even where I'm from, it's not very different. There's still a great deal of politics taking place, but it's much more concealed now due to the change in how social classes interact. I'm sure that this ball was formed for charity, but there's probably bigger machinations going on within it."

With that, the Agent of the Crown disappeared, replaced once more by the enthusiastic, bubbly librarian. "Ah. But that's just what I've read, anyway. It's really little more than book-based theory."