Paper Faces on Parade

[applesaucemod]

The residents of Manhattan will once again find themselves drawn into the currents of the rift when they sleep tonight. Once again, too, the rift is drawing in people from other worlds, both those who might one day find themselves pulled through in waking life and those who might yet escape its grasp.

Tonight, it seems, a celebration is in order. The ballroom of a country manor is the setting for tonight's gathering. Wood and marble gleam in the gas lighting, and a bar at one end of the room provides the, ahem, social lubricant some guests may require. At the other end, a staircase leads to a walkway that runs the entire parameter of the room, allowing guests to watch the dancing from above. While the party is localized in the ballroom, who knows what secret passages and hidden ways a grand old house like this one might conceal?

Those who appear here will find themselves wearing a disguise on arrival. Should the rift cause one to appear in a costume not of their liking (as it is fairly likely to do), an enormous wardrobe can be found through a door near the bar. In it, guests will find a seemingly infinite assortment of costumes and masks of all sizes and varieties ready for their use.


[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no, and players can choose whether to have their characters remember this in the morning.]

Comments

[alwaysalright]

Most of the tension noticably leaves him. Rose gets a human him, and Donna... well, he doesn't know the details, but she survives, that's the important thing. That means there's still hope, no matter how bad things might get. He doesn't want to delve any deeper.

He gives the TARDIS is a hug of gratitude, both mentally and physically. Even when he worries about his friends, or the lack of comfort from his other selves, she's always there for him to rely on.

"Then I'll be able to put these memories aside when we go back," he assures her. Besides, his mind could use a good spring cleaning.

[theoldgirl]

When he stoops down to hug her, she reaches up a hand to stroke his hair and kisses his cheek. She's glad to feel his relief and that he doesn't try to find out more, not putting her in a position of having to deny him. His mental embrace she returns fiercely, clinging to his presence against the memory of what he did to her after Mars, what he likely will do to his TARDIS. That doesn't matter now, all that matters is that they're here taking care of each other.

"What shall we do now?" Because it's time both of them stopped dwelling on their unpleasant experiences at this party.

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor sighs as straightens up, putting aside the things he's learned. If they require more contemplation, they can work on that later. This is supposed to be a party, isn't it?

"...Care for a dance?" he asks, a proper smile on his face as he offers the TARDIS his hand.

[theoldgirl]

The putting aside isn't easy, but she does her best as well and returns his smile warmly.

"Absolutely," she agrees happily and steps back to take his hand and be lead to a less crowded space. "If you aren't intimidated by my dress, that is," she adds with a hint of amusement.

[alwaysalright]

That's what distractions are for.

"I think it's more a danger to others," he answers, glancing down at it, and pulling down his mask again to be more proper with his costume. The dress does poof out more in the back than the front, and he's not a bad dancer, after all these years, so he's sure they can navigate around it.

He leads her out to the dance floor, and gives her a bow. "My lady," he says with a grin, before leading the dance.