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[leatheredlion.livejournal.com]

Who: Squall, Open to all
When: Evening
Where: Balamb Garden
What: Yuletide Celebration Ball
Rating: PG-13



Squall had been busy for weeks pulling the Yuletide Festivities together. It was his favourite holiday of the year. A time for family and friends. A chance to share love and happiness and to share gifts.

Balamb Garden’s ballroom had been transformed into a most elegant and beautifully decorated room. A tall tree stood decorated in one corner, surrounded by hundreds of small gifts – one for every visitor. A buffet table stood along the length of one wall, filled with many different seasonal dishes, local and further a field – something to suit all tastes. Wine flowed freely to all adults, and soft drinks for all children. A band filled one corner, playing out classical ballroom music. Airships had been sent across the globe on behalf of Balamb Garden to ensure people had a way of getting to the ball.

Dressed in a smart tux, Squall stood on the balcony, sipping his wine as he looked out over the forming crowd, watching as people danced, talked, ate and had a good time. Everything was coming together perfectly.

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[glenn-cc.livejournal.com]

"Well, with magic and technology running together in this world, I just assumed. My apologies." He took a deep breath. "You might not believe this, but me and my friends, along with the knight Garland, don't belong in this world. In our world, a demon by the name of Lavos ran amok in our world. Long story short, Lavos was defeated by one group of travelers, then me and my allies defeated the Time Devourer, uniting two separate dimensions. But because of this, our leader, Serge and the thief Kid, who you probably already know, given her history of thievery, were separated and me and Serge sought to find her. Thus we ended up in this world, doing various hunts like the one in Dollet, which I assume is SeeD territory." He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah...sorry about the mess we made there. Never knew Heartless were so powerful. But I digress. I'm sure you have already met Serge and Kid at the Halloween festival. Any help towards getting us back to our own world would be greatly appreciated."

He leaned back against the wall as well, noticing a change in the commander's expression. "I know it may be hard to believe, but it's the truth. If I am lying, then this has to be the most ridiculous lie in history!" He chuckled.

Glenn mused, trying to recall the name Kid had told him. "I think the guy we are looking for...I think his name is either Janus or Magus. He's apparently Kid or Schala's brother. All I know is that we can't leave without first consulting him or something." And while talking, he supposed warning Squall of a certain clown wouldn't hurt. "You may also want to keep your eyes peeled for Kefka as well. That guy is nothing but bad news." he added, rubbing his neck as if tending to an old wound.

[leatheredlion.livejournal.com]

Squall listened to Glenn as he spoke, taking note of his words. He reached for another glass of wine as a tray was carried by him. "I learnt long ago that life is far stranger than we could ever fathom. I have no reason to not believe your words." He paused, drawing that glass to his lips to take a long, slow sip. "I shall help you, yet I cannot guarantee how useful I can be."

So much for a relaxing night... It seemed his work followed him everywhere these days. "Come by my office tomorrow. We shall speak in detail then."

[glenn-cc.livejournal.com]

The Dragoon bowed and smiled. "You have my thanks. I'll be sure to bring my friends, assuming they haven't gotten themselves in trouble." He turned away, heading into the swarm of mingling people. "Until then, I think I'll hang out for a little while longer before leaving." And so he headed to the one place he desired: the snack bar. Either eat here, or any of his companion's cooking, and when it came down to it, the choice was obvious.

"I suppose I can give Serge and Kid some more time alone..." he chuckled, nothing more than an excuse for his growling stomach.