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Post by Podjroot on Jul 21, 2008 19:04:10 GMT -5
The dance hall is a circular-esque room with an 18th or early 19th century feel to it's emptiness. At one end is a raised platform only a step above the rest that had served as a stage for small chamber ensembles in the past. Behind it is a large bay window designed to allow as much light in as possible through it's crystalline glass. The floors are dusty, but the polished amber wood beneath it is still in marvelous condition for it's age. The walls are done up in a bright blue wall paper with silver Fleur d'Lis going up and down in diagonal patterns. The baseboards are white, their paint a bit stained, but not yet chipping, and the occasional wooden columns were dispersed evenly around the circle. The roof came in a bit from the edges, but soon arched up into a magnificent rotunda painted to match the cerulean zenith of the sky. The forms of clouds blushing with sunlight made one feel as though there were no roof at all. From its center hung a chandelier that spread out broadly overhead with curling sterling ivy and dangling crystal leaves. It was electric now, modernized, but it wouldn't be hard to imagine the structure coated in elegant candles whose melting wax counted down the hours of the night.
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Post by Podjroot on Jul 21, 2008 19:27:45 GMT -5
The new dance and music teacher was bedazzled by the hall when he first stepped foot inside. It wasn't kept too awfully clean in all the time it had been sealed up, but the quality it was preserved in more than made up for the lack of dusting. The rays of late afternoon sun slanted down onto the floor, lighting up the dust that waltzed through them and glinting dimly off the floor. Looking around for a moment, Edegra soon found a switch, and flicked on the lights. He took an awed gasp as he watched the transformation. The chandelier's crystals refracted a hundred rainbows across the walls and floor, twisting and spiraling as the fresh flow of air grazed them. It's image was reflected lightly through the dust that lined the floor, promising that once the space was cleaned, it would be just as admirable as in it's glory days.
The new professor was so excited that he chuckled to himself, almost too anxious to even sit his stuff down. "I'll have to get started on you right way," he said to the room, "if you're to be ready for tomorrow." Taking long strides across to the stage, he found the little back door used by performers to enter and the hallway that lead to the instrumental storage area. The space was narrow by modern standards, not having been modified in at least a century or two, but the massah had spent long years adjusting to confined spaces. He moved quickly through without a moment's hesitation and found himself in the well lighted closet and storage room. There were shelves for instruments to be kept on, some folding chairs leaning against the far wall, and a few music stands beside them. To the right was an old fashioned music shelf with locked drawers for conductors and musicians to store their scores and music in. Edegra quickly tested the room's key and found that it worked on the shelf too. Quickly thumbing through the music inside, he was impressed to find it stocked not only with human sheet music from across the ages, but also elven, fae, and a myriad of things he was only vaguely familiar with. He closed and locked the shelves before exploring some more. It wasn't too long after that the massah was busy sweeping the floors and washing down every service like a contented house maid.
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