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| The Grand Ball | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 276075 |
The Grand Ball is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
Candles illuminate the great staircase that sweeps up to the residence of the Windward Company, which has been chosen to host this season's ball. West-Enders promenade in their finest: hoop skirts and starched collars predominate; white tie is the order of the evening. A few East-Enders (mostly actors) have secured tickets, but most are servants if they are seen at all. The orchestra is playing the score from Victoria's first ball under her Throne of Hours.
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| Gossip with the servants
Those who serve know those who would rule. Intimately.
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A disgruntled parlour maid has been press-ganged into serving canapes. She is the favourite of several of the notables in attendance, and sufficiently irritated to disclose a very great deal indeed. One particularly boastful functionary has been sent to Port Prosper to remove him from doing any more damage, rather than the promotion he believes it to be. She adjusts her smile before returning to the throng.
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| Fill out your dance card
Sky-captains are always popular at balls. You are a novelty in a static orbit.
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You dance with dignitaries, diplomats and duchesses. You have barely sat down on one of the little benches at the side of the room, before you're whisked up again for a waltz or a quadrille. A hand presses against yours, cool breath brushes against your cheek, formal shoes pinch into your toes. Starlight dances over the glass roof, casting silvered shadows over the assembly. A lantern is lit before the British flag, until soon it is the brightest thing in the room.
Explore Port Prosper
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Advanced alteration value probably needs examination.
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| Be on your worst behaviour
This is, after all, a party.
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Your deportment is atrocious and your fashion choices are dangerously novel. Your conversation is appalling and your insinuations are vulgar, vile, and absolutely untrue, as one Company Representative sputters at you. The servants are in hysterics. So too are some of the ladies, but for entirely different reasons.
Explore Port Prosper
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You drink far more than is appropriate, willingly aided and abetted by several friends amongst the servants. You dance reels and jigs, disrupting carefully choreographed waltzes. You compare the Parsimonious Chairman's voice to a dented recorder. You startle, you outrage, you cavort. The older generation are appalled, the younger delightfully scandalised. Your friends in the gallery are quite beside themselves. The stories of what you did with the bust of the Consort circulate round the East End taverns for days.
Explore Port Prosper
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| Be on your best behaviour
There are standards to be upheld.
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Your manners are sharp as freshly cut glass, and your collar is stiff as a champagne flute. You make sure to pick off as many wallflowers from the edge of the dance floor as possible. You are the very picture of good British courtesy. Several servants snicker as they pass you by, refusing to top up your champagne.
Explore Port Prosper
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Your buttons gleam in the mirrors, as does your smile as you make polite conversation with notable after notable. The ball begins with God Save Our Queen, and ends with a quadrille: you are on your feet throughout. You drink precisely the right amount of sherry. Your comments are on the near side of cruel, yet defused with an elegant turn of phrase almost immediately. To the servants you are polite, to the company men you are charming. Everyone agrees you were quite the success. Several are amazed you're not a native of Port Prosper.
Explore Port Prosper
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