demonology
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ACT I
opening ball
MUSIC โ x
WORD BANK โdebutantes, celebration, champagne spilling, soft glow of Nimm lights, awkward forced-upon small talk, suspicious glances, flirtatious smiles over glasses of chardonnay
WORD BANK โdebutantes, celebration, champagne spilling, soft glow of Nimm lights, awkward forced-upon small talk, suspicious glances, flirtatious smiles over glasses of chardonnay
โกcoded by uxieโก
IN SUMMARY: Spring cherry blossoms fill the air with an elegant stink. The bounty hunters have settled into Holhorse House, preparing for their first outing under their mysterious pseudonyms. Across the Alley, the Pandora hackers have just learned of the bounty calling for their heads. $7 billion. Still, the Lazarus social scene beckons them, especially as they are of age. Expect shenanigans to ensue, particularly as the hunters begin their investigation and the hackers learn to manage both their reality and their hidden identities.
IN DETAIL: Madame Heatherstoneโs estate gleamed in the last breath of sun. The horizon perfectly matched her color palette, and the pastels of yellow, orange, and purple drenched the scenery. A stark figure against her hand-picked decor, she stands at the head of the stairs in a grandeur, shadowy ball gown. Tufts of tulle and a matching veiled cap, her ruby-red smile pointed perfectly at her arriving guests. She spoke rarely to anyone passing, though at Dr. Truffleโs arrival, she gave a haughty laugh and appeared to tease the academic for her lack of timeliness.
Nimm lights sparkled across her patio and back yard. Sparse dots of people sprinkled the grass. Echoes dressed in similar pastels offered champagne, hors d'oeuvres, and their various services. An outdoor bar, manned by one of the few true-humans on staff, offered a wider variety of goods. The end-of-spring heat served the ball well, as it ensured anyone hanging around outside entered just in time for the debutantes to walk.
The interior offered respite from the sunโs lingering raze. Pillows of white floated everywhere, and if you glanced up far enough, you would see the overly-done piles of hair and smatters of faces belonging to the young hopefuls. Their coming out was today, and all the debutantes anxiously stood in lines outside the grand Heatherstone ball room. Wreaths decorated with Egressโs country symbols, from orchids to the Founding Familiesโs crests, rested in their palms. Gold of some sort was expected to adorn their bodies, many opting for a family heirloom. For the sake of tradition, one debutante wearing a suit was paired with one wearing a gown, if possible. All others were expected to attend to their assigned seating, where refreshments and meals were served. It appeared there would be very little eating for the debutantes, as the Ceremony took place amidst dinner.
Once the bell dawned for people to take their places, Madame Heatherstone made her way towards the center, circular stage. The tables lingered on the edges, thought very clearly in a rotund fashion. All eyes were forced towards her person.
She gave a polite smile, a signature of her namesake, before speaking into the antiquated microphone, โGood evening!โ
Chatter stopped.
โTonight, we celebrate an age-old tradition. The Opening Season Ball is one we all suffered through in our youth, by choice or by force.โ Madame Heatherstone earned a few good-natured chuckles as she held her lips pursed, expecting said reaction.
โYes, tonight we will see this yearโs beauties, guess on who might end up with who,โ her mischief oozed.
However, the smile tempered itself, continuing, โAnd most of all, we open Lazarus Alley to the promise of rebirth, renewal, and summer fun.โ