Gathering: Masquerade Ball

[concierge]

A large sign placed prominently in the Nexus lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents the
MARDI GRAS MASQUERADE BALL

Event Location
Nexus Dining Hall
8 PM - 2 AM

Masquerade dress recommended, but not required for all guests

The Dining Hall's central table and chairs had been removed to create a dance floor wide enough to accommodate fanciful masquerade costumes. On one end had been placed a long bar providing free drinks, and on the other a small chamber orchestra providing the music for dancing. The entire room was bedecked in gold bunting and twinkling candlelight, and masks were available for those guests who hadn't brought their own.

Comments

[armedagainstlove]

"Perhaps," Athos says, but his most recent memory is that of the Court and of Charon telling him that Porthos had decided to abandon them. That is a hard memory to shake, despite knowing that the others are from a time far more in the future. "So long as you remain alive, well, and a Musketeer, then I will continue to fight at your side," he says, drinking more of the wine and feeling even more immensely out of place at the masque.

[praiseandglory]

"Have you just said you'd leave me in a ditch if I caught a bad cold?" Porthos asks, lips twitching, because he's done the serious thing for a second there, and falling back on humour now only feels natural. "That's good to know. Not to worry - you won't be rid of me any time soon," he adds, to let Athos know that, teasing aside, the sentiment is appreciated, and reciprocated.