voidtreckerexpress | Party Time

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Party Time

Who: Everyone who wants to attend.
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.

[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.

In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]

OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]

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Glorfindel followed Minako as requested and walked over to the table. He was elegantly dressed in the following outfit: Rose Gold suit Gold Mask And with his hair done up in a fancy new braid: Braid for Mixer But in yellow.

"A date?" he asked. "How interesting!"

Daia is wearing this feminine number with stockings and the the cutest shoes he could find. With a mask to match.

He's thrilled to attend another party, especially one in clothes he more identifies with - he always wished he could attend the masquerade balls back home. And with things now being okay with Kaiba, Daia's ready to relax some and get back to happy.

When Minako asks him to follow, he blinks and pauses, but eventually trots to catch up. And when he comes to a table, his mouth drops agape - a very pretty man in gold is waiting for him.

It's almost like a knight in shining armour. If it wasn't for the mask, Glorfindel would probably see his cheeks redden. Especially at the mention that it's a date.

"O-oh! Uhm..!" Daia gives a bit of a curtsied bow. "Nice to meet you."

He doesn't recognise that it's Glorfindel. He tries to not look awkward as he slides into his seat. He can feel his heart pounding a mile a minute.

Glorfindel bowed back. The person standing before him was quite lovely in the red and black outfit, but he couldn't tell who it was. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

When the other went to sit, Glorfindel held the chair for them. "May I get you something to drink or to eat while we get to know each other?" he asked. He definitely wanted to dance with this lovely person, but perhaps a little talking first might not be a bad idea.

"Th-thank you," he stammers as he gently sits in the offered chair. "Uhm... I suppose some punch would be nice. I-if that's okay."

Consuming human food or drinks doesn't do anything for him, but he can at least appreciate the taste. And the gentleman before him is so wonderfully nice. It feels like a dream, getting to attend a beautiful party, and meet a gorgeous and wonderfully kind man.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be his faerie tale happy ending. Just this once would be nice. But he also shouldn't tell him that he's practically falling for this man at first sight.

Flustered, the next time he speaks is a bit of an outburst.

"S-so! What... do you... like?" A pause, as his entire face goes red, and he looks down a little. "I-in a person, I mean..."

Glorfindel quickly retrieves two glasses of punch and returns, sitting down in the chair next to his date, who blushes prettily as they ask a question.

In a person? Glorfindel knew instinctively that they meant in a Significant Person. But that was something he'd been struggling with through millennia of watching friends pair off, so he hadn't given it a hard look in a few centuries. "You like to start with the hard questions, don't you?" he asked with a smile. Then, more seriously, "Honestly, it would depend on if it were a short term relationship or a long one." He paused a moment, then countered with, "Do you have any preferences in a...person?"

Daia almost spills his drink when his question is bounced back at him. Why didn't he think these things through? Of course he would ask it back.

He fidgets with his drink for a bit, genuinely thinking. And after what feels like a lifetime of thought to him, (though probably only a minute or two) he finally answers.

"W-well... I like... someone who is nice. A lot of nice. I didn't really get to grow up around nice people a lot." He can feel his heart pound as he talks about this. "And... someone I won't lose... who can live longer? Is nice... I don't... like to be alone..."

He bites his lower lip as his face can't help but fall a little bit. But he tries to perk himself back up.

"B... but the last one isn't necessary. I know... lots of people I like are only mortal."

The person, and Glorfindel still isn't sure if they are he, she, or something else, was quite cute when they got a little flustered, but Glorfindel was sorry that his question made them look a little sad.

"There are quite a few nice people on this train," he pointed out, missing the obvious one sitting in his chair. "And several who are, if not immortal like me, then very long lived."

"What sort of interests do you have?" he asked, sipping his own drink. "Do you have a profession or hobbies?" After all, forever was a long time if two people had nothing to talk about.

"You're immortal, too?"

Oh, this must be what they call a Match Made In Heaven. But Daia shakes his head, trying not to let his thoughts run away with him. There's still plenty this beautiful person could not be able to accept in Daia. Patience - he can't go confessing love right away. He doesn't even know this lovely gentleman's name.

"I like... curious things? Whenever I see something new, I just... want to know about it. Not necessarily everything about it, but I want to know what it does, what it's like. I'd collect them if I could afford them. ...Or had a place to put them." He laughs a little.

The downside to always running is never being able to collect those things. And even though he has a solid place here, the room is small, he couldn't possibly keep all the things he wants. Not to mention he'd probably have to abandon them if Kuro or the Hunters ever chased him here.

As for the follow up, he braces himself a little at the souring of memories.

"Before I came here, I kind of worked under an innkeeper. He let me stay for free. I... thought he was nice. But he was just waiting to sell me." His lips curl back as he feels his anger, baring his fangs a little. For the moment, he almost forgets this is supposed to be a date. He forces his lips to drop back down, but the frown doesn't go away.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't talk about those things right now, especially when we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves."

"My entire race is," Glorfindel said. "Which isn't to say that we can't die. I did myself, once." He realized he once again dropped that into casual conversation. He was trying to get away from his reputation, not encourage it to follow him around.

He focused on the lovely person in front of him. "You don't have a place to keep the things you like? That is very sad. Everyone should have a place to call home," Glorfindel said. Though he did sympathise as he was going to be leaving the place he'd called home for so long when he got back to his own world.

Glorfindel took a deep breath to maintain his own smile at the story his date told him. Slavery was not acceptable among elves, at all. But the fault was not on the victim, so it would do no good to get angry at the man who had done such a cruel act. Not only the attempt to sell him, but betrayal of this lovely person's trust.

"Not on a first date, certainly," Glorfindel agreed. The fangs were actually kind of cute, though he had recognized the emotion was not. "Let us talk of more pleasant things today, and...maybe we can meet another time to discuss things that life has thrown at us to make our lives more complicated?"

He would start. "Do you have a favorite color? Mine is gold or yellow."

Daia's mouth falls agape.

"You died? Are you okay???"

Of... of course he's okay. He's right in front of him, isn't he? Daia lowers his head when he realises just how silly his question is.

"Sorry..."

Daia shakes his head.

"No, not really. The rooms are pretty small. I mean, there's space under the beds, but not a lot. It'd be nice to have my own room someday, but I'm okay living with everybody else, too. It's... something I never had before. It's nice," he smiles.

And with the admittance that slave trade is not an appropriate first date story, he actually feels elated that Glorfindel does call it a date. And he smiles at the offer to meet up later for more stories.

"I'd like that. My favourite color is orange. ...Or blue? They're both pretty."

Daia tries to think of his own question to trade.

"Parties like this, have you been to them before? This is my first time. Well, for the masquerade kind, anyway. The first party I went to here, I'd never heard of before. But it was a lot of fun, too."

He laughs a little, remembering it. Pulling Kaiba to dance with him.

"Oh, yes. I went to the Halls of Waiting for a few years, then was offered the chance to be reborn. A few thousand years later and...here I am," Glorfindel said, glossing over a few things that probably weren't first date material.

"Mm, don't be sorry. It's quite a thing to be told out of the blue," Glorfindel said with a warm smile.

"You could claim a case in the luggage car and keep things there, set up a little diorama, perhaps?" he suggested.

"They are pretty. Are you on one of those teams?" Glorfindel asked. "I am not on the Gold team, as you may have guessed," he said with a laugh. "I'm actually Purple."

"Like this? Do you mean the mingling and dancing, or the blind date part? Because the first, it's been a few centuries," since before Celebrian sailed. "The second, not since Gondolin. But usually I was the one setting people up, not meeting someone myself." It was a Lord's place to provide for the happiness of his people, after all.

"A chance to be reborn..." he lets out in a breath of awe. "That's so cool! Does everyone get that chance?"

Because dying would be a lot less scary if he got that chance, too.

"A diorama?" He wasn't really able to get much close to one, but... Even for a portable theatre device, it was still pretty big. Of course, he hasn't heard of the modern ones before. He just looks confused as he tries to wrap his head around how he could fit and use one here.

Daia lets out a bit of a laugh as he realises one of his favourite colours is, in fact, the team he's on.

"Yea, I'm on orange. I guess that's pretty lucky. Oh, but purple's a pretty colour too! I bet it looks really good on you."

So Glorfindel's been to parties like this - both masquerade and blind date. He can't help but muse a little at how wonderful a life the man before him must lead; especially with a particular part that catches his attention.

"Lord? You're royalty?"

Glorfindel winced. "Well, it's guaranteed for elves. I don't know about on your world," he admitted.

He nodded and held up his hand to indicate a small box. "It's like a world in miniature."

"I like to think so, it goes well with Green and Gold." Glorfindel grinned. His date was also fortunate, it seemed.

"Mm hm," Glorfindel said with a nod. "Is that a problem? I was born into a line of princes. It really wasn't something I had a say in," he said with a wink.

Aw. Daia's envious a little. And it would have been nice to potentially see his parents again. But he's never heard anything of a Vampire coming back from the dead.

Err... not anymore than they already do, anyway.

Daia shakes his head fervently.

"No, it's not a problem at all! I think it's amazing!" A beat. "H-how should I refer to you? Lord? Prince? Majesty? Highness?"

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