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In the morning, after the first meal, comes a notice from Captain Crozier that at sunset he hopes that all will join him on the deck of Terror for a ball. Formal dress recommended, but not required. Nothing more is needed to attend than their own persons and good cheer.
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With help from the magicians, Crozier spends the day transforming the deck of the ship into a space suitable for dancing and drinking and general merriment. For light, Crozier employs Sabriel: three orbs hang in the air well above the heads of the guests, flooding the deck in a glow resembling the scattering of lamps along the sides of the ship. For the decorations the botanist in Crozier finds ferns and flowers from the island, the wood of the ship itself dotted with flowers Strange has grown straight from her timbers. Sabriel arranges the plants and lays rugs and chairs over spaces for resting, while McGonagall charms banners and bunting from the sky to sway gently over the attendees.
Masts and railings are hung with fabric -- most of it canvas, but Crozier's found some nicer cloth hidden in the orlop and hangs it over a table he's placed towards the bow. On the table itself he's arranged the spirits from the hold, including his own whiskey and the rum found by Mulder and Shaun, as well as some coconuts and mangoes and pineapples for further decoration and perhaps consumption, if anyone feels daring enough to try to open them.
The trickiest part was the music. Not wishing to settle for the tinny notes of the hand organ, or force one soul into providing all the entertainment through singing or playing one of the instruments aboard, he turns to McGonagall, and she's able to charm the instruments into playing by themselves. The violins and other strings play sweetly from the space by the helm, ready to take requests from the dancers so long as the requester knows the song well enough.
At sunset the hatch is opened and Crozier has those still on the beach row over, greeting everyone warmly as they step foot on the deck.
((You know what to do, folks. I want to see Happiness. Drunkenness. Dancing. Drama.))
In the morning, after the first meal, comes a notice from Captain Crozier that at sunset he hopes that all will join him on the deck of Terror for a ball. Formal dress recommended, but not required. Nothing more is needed to attend than their own persons and good cheer.
____
With help from the magicians, Crozier spends the day transforming the deck of the ship into a space suitable for dancing and drinking and general merriment. For light, Crozier employs Sabriel: three orbs hang in the air well above the heads of the guests, flooding the deck in a glow resembling the scattering of lamps along the sides of the ship. For the decorations the botanist in Crozier finds ferns and flowers from the island, the wood of the ship itself dotted with flowers Strange has grown straight from her timbers. Sabriel arranges the plants and lays rugs and chairs over spaces for resting, while McGonagall charms banners and bunting from the sky to sway gently over the attendees.
Masts and railings are hung with fabric -- most of it canvas, but Crozier's found some nicer cloth hidden in the orlop and hangs it over a table he's placed towards the bow. On the table itself he's arranged the spirits from the hold, including his own whiskey and the rum found by Mulder and Shaun, as well as some coconuts and mangoes and pineapples for further decoration and perhaps consumption, if anyone feels daring enough to try to open them.
The trickiest part was the music. Not wishing to settle for the tinny notes of the hand organ, or force one soul into providing all the entertainment through singing or playing one of the instruments aboard, he turns to McGonagall, and she's able to charm the instruments into playing by themselves. The violins and other strings play sweetly from the space by the helm, ready to take requests from the dancers so long as the requester knows the song well enough.
At sunset the hatch is opened and Crozier has those still on the beach row over, greeting everyone warmly as they step foot on the deck.
((You know what to do, folks. I want to see Happiness. Drunkenness. Dancing. Drama.))
