[Guess who hasn't left his room since he came back from the hospital?

Obviously, someone should drag him out before become a zombie. Or at least get him to talk to someone.]

[It sure has been quiet following the explosions that happened that night. People sure must be hoping that was the last time they'd have an attack so close to them. Maybe you're at a friends house, maybe your own house, maybe just somewhere that has a television set. We regret to inform you that the sitcom you are watching is about to be interrupted for a very special announcement. It looks like a normal room you'd see in any house being projected on your tv sets, but instead of the loveable characters you had been hoping to see, there's a Trelian man and a rather short looking girl sitting comfortably in two chairs. It almost seems like they're staring directly at you. There's silence, then one of them begins speaking. Don't touch that dial!]

( This is not a test... )

[And just as soon as it had started, the screen quickly changes back to what you were previously watching. Thank you for your time!]

((ooc: when you reply to this, make sure to state where your character is so people know if they can reply to them or not. Have fun!))

[Tonight is a very special night! Because of the sudden wedding of two nobles, a ball is being held in a large building in their honor, so all of the upper-class citizens can come and celebrate the lovely union between two people. The music is on, the food is set, and everyone is having a great time so far! There is also an abundance of slaves around to make sure that the party goes off without a hitch. One such tiny slave is bouncing cheerfully around, making sure that you are being served to the fullest.]

Haaa! Isn't this all so exciting? I wonder if I'll get married when I grow up? 

((Come mingle amongst yourselves for awhile :D))

*There is a stick of a man carrying a small crate. He seems to be very cautious, if the "handle with caution" on it says anything...

And then he trips, falls over, and the crate goes flying some distance away from him.*

...Damn.

*Help/laugh at/idk something?*

[YOU-- yes YOU! If you're rich, or at least are dressed properly enough to look rich, this boy is going to "accidentally" fall on you while he's walking. You better try to catch him, unless you'd rather fall with him]

Ah! My deepest apologies, I must have lost my balance... Are you all right? Ah, what a beautiful face...

[if you're poor, or at least look so, you'll see him purposedly hit your shoulder while he walks, and then getting all angry]

Hey! You hit me, apologize!

[ If you happen to be walking through the open market at pleasure square, you may notice that a particularly large space seems to be reserved for higher-ups only. Everyone seems to be carefully eyeing the products that they're being shown: slaves. There are about fourteen, seven males and seven females, two of them obviously trelian. The auctioneer is explaining how all of them are extremely high quality: a purchase everyone would be satisfied with. Ares is observing it from a bit far, and seems to be interested in the auctioneer rather than in the slaves. ]

Heh, while I'm at it I could just buy a decent slave.

(( ooc: start post! Everyone feel free to reply and threadhop. Talk with each other, mingle, comment on the slaves being sold, poke Ares or whoever-- anything works! P.S= blame sou and Jadeth for the existence of Pleasure Square ))