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Welcome to Phantom's Theater/Monsieur Hatter's Tea Party.
We are so glad to have you with us on this fine evening~

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Walking into a building, you are greeted with light classical music and a grand stair case. Steps guiding its' guest to two different set of doors. The stairs splitting into two separate cases down the middle. Where they curve, meeting a double door. Which there, beyond the doors hold the stage and it's seats of it's audience.

Under the staircase you spot another set of double doors, a matching set to the twin ones up stairs. The doors also leading to the stage and seats; a lower level of seats.

Everything shined in a gold or sliver, drawing attention to all details. That even royalty would go mad with jealously of the detailing involved with every piece that lingers in this hall. Each telling a story from where it came.

Turning to your right you can see refreshments and the like spread onto a long, rectangle table. Fine china adorning the table, gleaming in their glory. But something was off; none of the china matched each other. Neither did the tea pots and cups.

The food that lingered the table as well were of great taste, but had an odd, but interesting look to them. It made one think of rabbits in waist coats and grinning cats.

Other small, round tables with matching chairs were placed around the right part of the room. Evenly placed around the longer table with the interesting refreshments, inviting its' quest to sit and enjoy a cup of tea and maybe even a tart or slice of cake.

Turning your head to the left, you were greeted with two more doors. Fancy letters telling you 'Women' and 'Men'. Deciding it was restrooms, eyes wondered to the other items that were placed to the left hall of the building. Chairs and a few love seats sat next to each other. Inviting their guests to have a seat and rest their feet, maybe even mingle with other guests.

Suddenly hearing two voices, you turn your gaze back to the stair case. Which now held two bodies; a male and female.

"Welcome guest~. ", they both chimed lightly in sync.

{ introduction written by Monsieur Hatter, himself }

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{ the purpose of this thread: } For discussion involving (but not necessarily limited to) the following topics: movies, books, musicals, and roleplay. There's potential for contests and things, but after things get settled..

{ the rules of this thread: } Be a decent human being. If we really have to explain to you what is expected of our guests, than you probably shouldn't be here in the first place or perhaps even on this site, am I right? Just be respectful toward each other and follow Mene's rules and we'll all get along fine.

{ those in charge of this thread: } Monsieur Hatter and Phantom

{ PLEASE NOTE: } Though some of our guests choose to write in third-person, you do not have to roleplay if it makes you uncomfortable or simply isn't your bag. c:

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The woman does not say much to begin with. She simply allows the Hatter to whisk you away and drifts silently behind the two of you as the man leads you to the refreshments.

There is something about her that seems strange--something you can't quite put your finger on. Her face, pale and partially hidden by a white mask, gives you the impression of a distant memory somewhere on the fringes of your mind. She seems...quite mysterious indeed.

But her smile reassures you, and her eyes, though blood-red, are somehow gentle. In fact, when the woman holds out a small, gloved hand to you upon the conclusion of the Hatter's introduction, you do not hesitate to take it, "My name is Annette, dear guest, and this--this is my theater." Her eyes lift for a brief moment, indicating the surrounding room and, subsequently, the building itself. She seems quite proud of the place.

She then leads you back through the double doors, up the staircases, and into the theater itself. Here she pauses, turns back to you and releases your hand, still smiling, "..I hope that your stay is a pleasant one. Please make yourself comfortable.." You nod slowly, your gaze drawn to the ornate decorations and moldings (in particular the beautiful, crystal chandelier hovering high above the seats). When you look back to thank Annette, you are surprised to find yourself standing completely alone in the large room..

Annette sat near the refreshments, quietly gazing into a small, golden teacup. Her head lifted upon hearing a voice nearby, and she smiled, "Much obliged.."

Monsieur seemed to have everything quite under control--he really was quite the host. Annette did not interfere and instead remained seated, purring in amusement at the Hatter's enthusiasm.

Annette wrinkled her nose at the plate and waved a gloved hand at the Hatter, indicating her disinterest, "No, no, Monsieur..I find myself suddenly and inexplicably without an appetite."

"..but thank you for the offer," she added, sheepishly.

Annette nodded and smiled at each guest in turn, "Welcome and Happy Halloween to you both." She listened to their conversation, quietly stirring her tea, "..you know each other?"

"I am doing very well, Monsieur Hatter. And yourself?" Annette grinned at the Hatter, and raised her teacup to him in greeting.

She then took a sip from it and purred inwardly; anything that involved the flavor of pumpkin spice was the woman's favorite. It made her think of Autumn (her favorite season) and everything that came with it, "..The tea is wonderful by the way, Monsieur."

One of the guests spoke. Annette turned her gaze upon the other woman and nodded, "I am, indeed, the owner of this theater."