The Creepy And Now Holiday-Appropriate Mansion, Thursday Evening

[deathsmajesty]

Once again, the gate that blocked off the bottom end of Phoenix Way was opened, inviting everyone to the creepy (though much less abandoned) mansion. This time, however, instead of being guided around to the gardens, the lit path led them to the front door, where the a tall figure in a tattered robe and deep cowl gestured for them to step inside the door and get onto a...boat? Once people had climbed in settled themselves, the ferryman began to guide the ship down the River Styx. Or, okay, their long entrance hallway, with blue lights to either side of their boat to mimic water and bathing everyone in an eerie blue glow. (Yes, okay, the boat perhaps wheeled down the hallway rather than floated, but they had not refinished this house just to flood the hallway for verisimilitude. Even if Liliana had considered it for a few minutes.)

The double doors leading to the ballroom were opened, with thick fog rolling out of the doorway. And through that doorway, people could descend the stairs into the Underworld proper. Black and gold were the prevailing color, with deep red nods to a pomegranate motif. Gold coins and loose gemstones added to the decor, a nod to Hades' wealth - but even amidst all the dark opulence, touches of other colors could be seen: tucked away in various corners and small niches were flowering plants, a surprise kiss of springtime to be found in the least likely places. Rather than one large chandelier, they had several, creating areas of both light and shadow around the ballroom.

Welcome to the Underworld, dear friends.

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Re: Arrive and Mingle

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto nodded a little, still regarding Liliana with some concern, but there was a certain sort of curiosity in there, too.

He didn't really get to do much with it, though, because, feeling the confusion over what had just happened and really realizing that Liliana wasn't going to be holding her after all (and thus potentially denying her new shinies), Noctra began to let out that little hitching chuffing sound that almost always preceded some epic wailing.

"Shhh, shhh," Prompto offered, gently, bouncing her a little and rubbing her back, though the threats of more sobs were growing more pronounced,"it's okay, Noctra! It's alright! Aunt Liliana's just tired from all this party stuff! Look, see? Remember the pretty chande--"

But it was no use, and the crying and clinging to his neck and the blubbering that was going to leave his costume all snotty and wet had commenced, and Prompto sent an apologetic, guilty sort of look over at Liliana.

"Sorry, I'll just take her outside. Maybe the boat'll make her feel better."

He started to move awag, offering up more soothing condolances over the crying. "Come on, sweetie. I know, I know, there's so many people and you're tired, let's go see the boatman again, okay?"

Yeah, the creepy zombie boatman, but, hey, Noctra was a Fandom kid.