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MASQUERADE: Noveur 8

WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE

I. Arrival

The event starts mid-evening, Noveur 8, thanks to the help of several hands. They had worked for a couple of days prior to the start to get the large ballroom decorated to everyone's liking. The day of the event, earlier on, a few may have appeared to do some final touches. Those who had stayed behind to help with some last minute decorating, Louis had cleared out and advised to leave so that they could get ready for the masquerade.

a. Outside

When you approach, you will find that the outside of the building is a perfect location for a masquerade. There's a large ballroom, granted to them for use by the Coven. They had been kind enough to allow them to have the space and necessary supplies in order to throw such a party. And, it's clear that they took every advantage of the granted space and land around them.

There's a gorgeous, outdoor fountain, and lights underneath the water to give it a pleasant, warm glow through the water. If you watch it long enough, the lights seem to shift colors. There's gardens surrounding the building, as well. The gardens, like the fountain, have low, warm lighting around them so that the plant-life will be clear well into the late night.

There's benches outside as well, with a clear view of the fountain - so if someone needs to step outside or take a break from the indoor events, they can enjoy the fresh air and the warm, calming feeling from the fountain and gardens. This is a perfect place to escape when you want to relax away from the bustle of a party.

b. Inside

The entryway has open curtains, gold - and tied back with a deep blue rope. There to make everyone feel as though stepping inside, they are making an entrance of their own. Once you step inside, you'll notice the large ballroom with high ceilings is fully decorated. It is clear that a lot of effort and time went into this, thanks to the help of many different people and several sets of hands. The colors that seem to be continually present are gold, deep blue, and dark purple. Though from time to time there may be splashes of other colors and personal touches from those who had helped in places - mostly in the form of masks hanging on the walls, or balloons scattered in places away from the main dance floor.

From the entrance, straight ahead, is the main dance floor and to the right - refreshments. Near the refreshments, there are a several standing tables to set down a drink or stand around to socialize with friends or people you've just met. In addition to the standing tables, there's a couple of dining tables and chairs so that you can sit and eat, drink, or chat.

There some seating nearer to the walls without tables, as well, for those who maybe wish to take a moment to themselves or need a few seconds to relax. There's also some standing room for those who maybe are there more to socialize and enjoy the company of others, rather than dancing.

c. Enchanted Masks

You're welcome to have brought a mask that you had picked out for yourself, or - if you prefer, you can pick up an enchanted mask near the entrance of the party itself. These enchanted masks will conceal all distinguishing features, whether they are as simple as horns and scales, or as large as a set of wings. The only obvious feature will be what a character is wearing, whether it is their attire, mask, or both.

You aren't obligated to wear them, of course, but they do provide the total anonymity that is often part of the excitement at a masquerade such as this. These effects are only present when one is wearing the mask. The moment the mask is off, any distinguishing features are immediately visible.

It's a perfect opportunity to have a little fun and engage with someone you may not have spoken with otherwise.

II. Refreshments

Away from the dance floor are several tables with matching, deep purple, table cloths. On top of the table are a variety of foods - some brought by the attendees, others brought in thanks to the aid of the coven. You can expect to find at least something that you'll absolutely love when exploring the options. There's everything there - from healthier options like fruits, vegetables, and dip - to less healthy options such as cupcakes, and truffles. Food on sticks, and easy finger foods seem to be a very popular options.

While many of the options wouldn't even require a plate, there are some plates and utensils in shades of blue and gold available to use.

Next to the food there is a table featuring three punch bowls with three different flavors. One seems to be a fruit punch, one seems be purely berry flavored, and one - seems to be a bit of a surprise. It tastes a little bit different to everyone who tries it, but so far - there have been no complaints. Next to them, if you would prefer, there's pitchers of water.

Near the back corner, there's a bar with a bartender, there to serve those who would like a drink. Ask for a surprise, or your favorite drink, and you can have something mixed for you. Next to the bar, there are rows of the most popular bottles of alcohol. Though you won't be stopped if you take one, please tell the bartender so that they can keep their stock replenished for the other guests.

Drinks, of course, come free to those who are able to legally drink.

III. Dance

a. The Lock Box

Maybe you want to find a new dance partner. Maybe you want to find a new Bond. Maybe you just want to talk to someone new. The Lock Box is near the entrance of the ballroom. It's inaccessible thanks to both a lock and enchantment that are on it.

It's set up neatly on a table, with only it, paper, and a pen so that names can be written and added to the box. When you enter your name, another name will be produced from the box. It is clearly enchanted, of course. Once you're given a name, you and your new dance partner will be compelled to be drawn together. This will last for about the length of a song - long enough to dance, or have a conversation.

Usually, only others who have put their names in the box will have their name drawn, but sometimes those who didn't put their name in the box will have their name drawn and will feel compelled to seek out someone who drew their name.

Sorry to those who didn't volunteer, magic isn't always the most predictable! Though you may get lucky and just find your next friend or Bond, so it's hard to get mad about it.

b. Song & Dance

Whether you picked your dance partner yourself, or were compelled to dance with your partner thanks to the Lock Box, the dance floor is ready for you. The music is softly enchanted, to provide a feeling of calm, relaxation, and joy. Characters will feel at ease, and even those who may not typically dance will want to get out on the dance floor. Thanks to the talent of both Elliot and Wataru on their violins, as well as people from within the city to provide the music.

There's a variety of music to play through the night. Most of the music is upbeat through the night, encouraging you to grab a partner and dance. Songs like waltzes are the most prominently played, as they're perfect for beginners and experienced dancers alike. And then, from there, there's some slower paced, romantic songs - though they are less frequent. Whenever those play, find someone you want to get close to and take a chance to dance and maybe even have a quiet conversation.

Whatever your mood, you will find a song that you'd love to dance to, as long as you want to dance.

IV. Late Night

The lights dim, just a bit more as it starts to turn into a late night, though there doesn't seem to be any sign that the party is ending. Small, glowing trinkets are brought out when the party seems like it should otherwise be dying down. These trinkets are - of course, to your taste, whether it's a bracelet, a ring, a necklace, or just simple something small that almost resembles a wand. This will glow up to a month, so you should like what you pick: whether it is for for you or is to act as a gift for someone of your choosing.

The music is meant now to entice you to go a little wilder than they may have been earlier in the evening. Most of the food has been replaced and only small, quick snacks have been brought out for those who were still wanting something a bit to eat. Alcohol is still readily available to each and every person who is able to legally drink, of course.

You're welcome to - quite literally - dance until the sun rises or until you just can't stay awake any longer.

Note: Please hit me up if you have any questions; ICly: This takes place on the 8th. Putting this up early is to help ensure everyone has a chance to enjoy themselves! And, if your threads need any warnings of any sort, please add them as you go! ♥ Thank you all!

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[1: If you really want more, scream it out louder]

[Honestly, she was kind of glad there wasn't the pomp and circumstance of an actual crier announcing her presence like most parties at Cainhurst tended to bring. She actually arrives alone, and it's partially on purpose. She wouldn't stay that way over the course of the night, but for now, she arrives alone. A masquerade ball is meant to be a little bit more costume-y than a formal ball, so she brings out a interesting ensemble that might be a little more ruffled and dramatic than strictly necessary. She takes one of the enchanted masks from by the door rather than bring her own, to complete the rather... vampiric ensemble.

It's amusing - the mask can't really hide her "telling" features. After all, not many women in this city tend to dress like men and stretch to nearly seven feet in height, but she'll pretend if someone else is willing to. Call her in a... good mood. Even with the impending headache that's still thrumming behind her eyes. She's working on that, too.

Her first stop, however, is to get some... "social lubricant" rolling so that way there's less a chance of something going that will ruin her good mood. It's an easy thing to do, so she'll need plenty of it.

So for the most first part of the party, Maria can be found near the food and drinks table; and given her metabolism anymore, she has to put down... a lot of alcohol before it all just "burns" off in her blood and she's left sober. Anyone who approaches, she raises her glass in a little toast.] To a good night?

[2: If you're on the floor, bring out the fire]

[Honestly, there's a few "familiar" faces she's mostly seeking out in the crowd, but between the alcohol and the enchanted masks, it's a harder prospect than it seems. So... she's just going to approach anyone who seems like they're whom she seeks, and step in next.] Can I have this next dance?

[She's just as fair leading as following, despite her height, so either will work. See, she doesn't need any sort of silly lockbox... but, it's all the same if someone drew her name.]

[3: I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror]

[Still, Maria left Cainhurst and all its pomp and circumstance for a reason, and it's soon she has to get out of the crowd and out into the gardens. Still fairly tipsy, the ripples of color through the fountain are enrapturing, and she finds herself staring at them, getting lost in her own thoughts for a bit. Only when she hears or is made aware of someone approaching her does she look over toward them. She shifts on the bench she had been taking up most of, and motions for the person to sit if the want, but doesn't actually say anything. Quiet socialization is just as well.

Join her for some quiet introspection in an otherwise laid-back party. Or as an escape from the rave later - she's really not going to last long with that much energy that late in the night.]

[4: Gonna push it to the limit, give it more]

[Wildcard option! It's kind of rare Maria feels this sociable, but if you want to do something that can't be started in one of those other prompts, you can hit me up at Reslari or at the plotting comment!]

Edited 2019-11-07 01:53 (UTC)

[Sokie's outfit can be seen here .]

Song & Dance

[The music was lovely, lively. Some of it she would love to do some Swing, maybe some tangos- but it was most likely that many people here wouldn't know her moves. But...well, she was happy with a waltz, happy to teach it too. She made a hum, spotting someone-a friend or a stranger- and offered her hand.]

I think the dance floor is calling your name. What do you think?

Lock Box

[She mostly did it for a lark. It was kind of fun, a little like secret santa-but instead of a present, it was a dance. And a dance was much better then some novelty gift bought on the cheap.

Sokie had been circling around, trying to find where the compulsion went and...ah. There they were. Carefully, she moved to stand in their way.]

Well sugar, I don't know about you but I feel like we need to dance to this song. Don't you?

Refreshments

Oh, do you mind if I take this bottle of whiskey? No? Great.

[She was already leaning over as she asked, and she strode away, clearly happy with herself as she held the bottle neck with her hand. But seeing as she was striding around the bar to ask for a couple of glasses...she made a soft amused noise at being spotted.]

I'm not going to drink this all by myself. I was thinking that you could even join me. Have you tried this?

[She motioned to the bottle. Isn't it lovely? It's not a big bottle at least.]

Outside

[It was beautiful outside. She hadn't expected it to be so lively. Well- maybe she should have, considering that Louis seemed to stride for perfection. Or at least, from what she had been able to discern from their interactions, more or less.

It wasn't that she needed to get away from the party exactly, but she needed to get a breath of fresh air- with so many people having come around, and the dancing, she felt overheated. It didn't help that she had done her share of dancing.

When she found the bench, she slipped off her shoes with a sigh, and made a beckoning motion with her hand. Water covered globes of light pulled off of the fountain, and came over, circling around her hand.

Ah. That was cool.]

Wildcard

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IA. ARRIVAL

[Towa assisted with the preparations, but it's still a delight to see it all put together when the time is right. It's a special ocassion, and so she's allowed herself to dress the part, although the mask she wears is a simpler one. Her hair hangs loose, nothing but natural curls. For a change, her trademark ribbon is off. She likes to think it helps put together a more mature look for her.

Before things get underway, she takes some time to enjoy the gardens and the outdoor fountain. It's also a fine way to pass the time as she waits for friends and other guests to arrive. She gets excited to meet her friends, giggling and softly squealing energetically. Whether she's met you once or a hundred times, if you show up, she'll make time to say hi one way or another.]

II. REFRESHMENTS

[Unlike the last party she worked on-- this time, she's letting herself make the most of it. Seeing as her drinking is usually limited to social occasions anyway, now seems like the perfect time to enjoy it a little bit. Informing the bartender, she takes one of the bottles of champagne. Upon pouring herself a glass she sets it down. She wouldn't mind sharing if your of age. But there's nothing against drinking together even if the other person's beverage isn't alcoholic too.

It's a nice time to have a chat, as she'll relax for a while-- getting off her feet and sipping at the champagne comfortably. People watching is nice too, especially when everyone seems to be having so much fun.]

III. DANCE

[Whether it's by choice, or by the help of a little bit of the Lock Box's enchantment, there are plenty of reasons to dance the night away. Although she doesn't have much practice, the feeling of ease that fills the air is enough to put out most of her worries. It's a good opportunity to brush up on it a bit and get better anyway. There are a number of people she definitely wants to make time to dance with, but there's plenty of time to make some new friends on the dance floor as well.]

I'm not very good, buuut if you don't mind it being a little clumsy... would you care to dance?

IV. LATE NIGHT

[Towa's used to long nights-- so it's easy for her to keep going, even as it starts to wind down a bit. She accepted a glowing necklace, a cute little trinket really.]

This may be the nicest all nighter I've ever pulled.

[Whether you still want to dance or just want someone to talk to, she'll welcome the company.]

WILDCARD

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Edited 2019-11-07 02:13 (UTC)

[ to note: viren’s dressed for the occasion (thank you, ruby!!). easy to tell that he feels quite sharp, as well. he's wearing an enchanted mask only for prompt i ]

i. tail troubles

[ because life ain't fair, viren's found himself with a rambunctious extra appendage in the nick of time for this affair; it feels odd, and unnatural, and he's still adjusting. the tail's long and serpentine, its spikes lined with brown and graying and other light fur; it drags across the ground when he forgets it, lashes to and fro when he feels a spike of emotion.

ultimately (and as should become mighty apparent): he's yet to really acclimate to it. perhaps he's passing by someone's table when it swipes through the air to catch against someone's drink or plate. whatever the case, there's a resulting crash as something hits the ground, and viren whipping around to address whoever he’s burdened, or whoever else happens to have witnessed that little spectacle, ]

Blasted thing--!

[ --his tail, he means. which he's going to grab at now, thank you... ]

ii. you guessed it.. wAlLfLoWeRiNg

[ despite any dragonic instincts (among individuals) having pushed him to attend, viren doesn't... quite allow himself to dance freely. in fact, he's found at himself at an isolated table off to the side, sipping at his whiskye; he’s traded his mask for something black and scarlet and now devoid of magic. he habitually checks his pocketwatch; this is done either for the time or for some message that gives him a solid excuse to leave.

maybe he's incidentally joined another at the table. sorry, he apparently didn't think to ask permission first. ]

iii. some sloppy tfln text here

[ viren doesn't feel any ... strong obligation, here, but once the night's stretched on longer, he has to remark to himself: this is getting -- a bit ridiculous.

but if you've spoken with viren at least twice (and provided he can recognize you), then he's delivering a pretty sharp tap to the shoulder. maybe he noticed a stumble or so, overheard some particularly slurred speech, spied someone chugging their eigth drink or the like, etcetc.

looking unimpressed, an eyebrow lifting, along with a tone that denotes all the disinterest of someone remarking upon the weather, ]

Perhaps you've had enough.

[ cue an egregiously thin smile at that; while he doubts his dedication to this cause, it's not really up for debate. ]

iv. wildcard me

( ooc: you know the drill )

Edited 2019-11-07 02:59 (UTC)

[Alucard's clothes for the evening is, as one might say, extra. Sometimes, that's what an occassion demands.

Outdoor Fountain
[The fountain is a little easier than inside. Alucard has learned over the past month and change that he is deeply uncomfortable with city life, as it is too far removed from the remoteness he grew up with. The peace of the forests that the castle landed in is a thing sorely missed, as is the ability to simply go out into the wilderness.

Flowing water is a reassuring sound at the very least, and so he has settled on one of the benches, the whole mask thing placed aside from now. There's no seat available next to him, as his coat has been placed there for the time being. Upon seeing all seats taken, Alucard begins to draw the coat over onto his lap.]

--Apologies, I hadn't realized it was crowed out here.

Inside; Enchanted Mask Edition
[Alucard's choice of mask stands in stark contrast with the rest of his clothing choices for the evening - it is a simple black affair with only a few silver embellishments. All the better to draw attention to the fine needlework of his outfit, which is well, a lot.]

Food
[For the first part of the evening, Alucard stands near some of the cured meats, taking advantage of some of the blood sausage that is on offer. No longer a dhampir, no longer needing blood is a strange thing. The taste of the sausage is a simple comfort now and nothing more.

He's quiet though, saying nothing more than a simple excuse me when he must move around someone else.]

Dance?
I did not use the box, no.

[Fortune was rarely a friend. Alucard had little interest in it, and yet the box seems to have different opinions. He has no particular displeasure in his voice at being asked to dance though, only mild confusion as to how the mix up has happened.]

Wildcard
[You know the deal.]

a. All Dressed Up

[ He was one of the first to arrive. He made his rounds checking in with everyone upon arriving to the ballroom. He's checking to make sure things are in order, always ensuring it's perfect and exactly how intended - and, of course it is. Everyone had worked together to get this going, and he would have to remember to thank those who threw in their hands for everything. Louis is standing near the front entrance, he's dressed neatly in a pinstripe suit. The mask he picked is enchanted, but he is simply holding it rather than wearing it when he meets people at the entrance.

He can be found offering to help you pick out a mask (he'll guide you towards one that he thinks may suit you, if you look a little lost), or just a simple greeting - for both strangers and friends alike.

Everything looks beautiful, he seems kind of proud when it's all put together.

He can also be caught outside from time to time throughout the night, checking out the fountains and gardens, simply trying to catch a breath of fresh air. ]

b. Food & Drink

[ As it is his favorite food, Louis can be found near the food shoveling celery into his face at random intervals throughout the night. He may be found with other, various vegetables and fruit as well. And this time, he will not be indulging in any peanut butter since he hasn't forgotten how awkward that was. He lifts the cake and offers it to the person nearby - ]

Try this.

[ Drinks are a different matter. He gets drinks made for himself through the night. He starts the night pacing himself. One at a time, here and there. He's trying to stay fully aware as long as possible. Though, by the time it gets later in the night, he may have potentially scooped up a bottle from the bartender, and he may have set it down on one fo the standing tables with several glasses. Apparently, this all-too scrawny deer is feeling a bit daring with a few drinks in his system and may see if a passerby wants to do a shot, or maybe he wants to play a drinking game. Dealer's choice. ]

c. Shall we Dance
[ He hadn't danced much since he lost his foot, but he had practiced before the party with Shinjiro. Now that stepping on feet has gotten out of the way, he is excited to dance and enjoy this part of the Masquerade.

He tossed his name into the Lock Box, mostly because he's interested in dancing through the night and dancing with people at random seems like real fun to him. If you pulled him, or he pulled you, you can feel the compulsion to approach one another. Once you're nearby, he won't make you dance, if you're not here for that. But the offer seems to be there. Regardless, if you chose not to dance, you're stuck with him for a few minutes of conversation.

If you didn't put your name in the box - if you're caught maybe being too much of a wallflower, you might get grabbed by a deer and dragged onto the dancefloor. ]

d. Rave

[ By this time of the night there is definitely a drunk deer who has moved to the dance floor, he's happily grabbed a flower crown, with little lights glowing throughout it. It's tied together, giving him the chance to wear it even with his antlers in play. He's taken of his mask for the night. He'll occasionally migrate towards the drinks, though he clearly may be near his limit at this time. Feel free to try and redirect him back to the dance floor, or maybe suggest that the night is over for him. ]

e. Wildcard
[ Want something different? Feel free to go there! He'll be all over the party so he'll be easy to find wherever. ]

Edited 2019-11-07 02:46 (UTC)

[General content warning for these prompts! Everett will be getting progressively more intoxicated throughout the evening. Stick to the first prompt if that is unsavory to engage with. Otherwise, all are OTA!]

I. The Night is Young | Lock Box (Sober)
a. [Everett is was so anticipating this evening.

He saw the fliers and immediately arranged a full line up of outfits for those he was attending with. Credit to Sokie's good taste would be lauded, they are so wonderfully well coordinated. Everett is grinning to make their entrance, absolutely beaming with vanity, the faun is joyful as ever to show himself off.

The diplomat is a natural at parties and large gatherings, far from a wallflower. He's eagerly approaching others to socialize, at every corner of the festivities.]

b. [Though he forgoes the mysteriously enchanted masks, he's drawn to the Lock Box. He writes his name on several papers and puts them all in at once. Looking up from this, he winks at the person who catches his eye just after. He lift a gloved finger in a "shh" gesture over his lips, mischievous as ever]

No harm in upping the odds, is there? [he seems to have misunderstood how this works, because he just gets three names spit out at once. Whoops. He thought it was more like... a raffle situation.

He's going to be pulled in so many directions, unless one so happens to be the person he caught the eye of. That would make the choice easy! Perhaps too easy.]

II. Don't Underestimate him (Buzzed to Drunk)
[After a month of wobbling about, Everett is finally feeling stable upon his faun feet. More than stable, even, he's eagerly on the dance floor.

Catch him early enough and he'll hardly have a buzz, but as the evening wanes on, he's only getting more drunk. His Faun's instincts are kicked up like mad in the party atmosphere and his sense of how intoxicated he is... isn't really in sync with the rest of him.

He's only becoming a better dancer, though. This much is fact. He's urging anybody he can to dance with him, whether he knows them or not. He offers both hands outward, grinning to his would be partner]

Join me, join me, my dear! [if he's on the drunker side, he'll go on]

Don't make me pick you up and carry you out to the floor!

[he'll more than likely try and might even succeed, if he's not taken seriously on that teasing threat]

IV. ... Get some water... (Too Drunk)

[Everett is not as young as he once was. Even as a faun, he hits a point where he's well past his limits and that means he really doesn't know when to stop. It had taken him far more than usual to get him drunk and he's long lost track of how much he had. It's too much. His caution is thrown to the wind, he just wants to keep the party going until morning, maybe longer. They are having so much fun, after all!

He's standing at what is left of the self serve booze bottles, filling a flask he brought with whiskey. He grumbles towards any attention,]

My past self filled this with water, [past Everett had the right idea, luckily his current self bothered to drink that water, before this endeavor, but....] Time t'make up for that...

[he sure sounds annoyed at this attempt at responsibility. He nearly empties the whiskey bottle out into the flask, leaving a couple swallows worth remaing. Rather than leave it, he just tosses it right back. That's his, too.

He might need to be lured home, soon.]

Arrival

[Connor arrives with Justine in a teal suit and a rather extravagant mask that he carefully picked out. He embraces what he is- he's been a Merrow for well over half of his life now, and it doesn't look set to change any time soon. The anonymity that comes with this is exciting. Connor has never experienced anything quite like it.

The fountain is beautiful, and Connor spends some time watching it before he heads inside. He immediately gravitates towards where people are talking rather than dancing, since he's not a big dancer, and that's probably where he'll be found most of the night.

The Lock Box

[Connor enjoys talking to new people, so he neatly writes his name on a slip of paper and waits to see what it offers him in return. Once he's given a name he seeks that person out, where he gives them a smile.]

It must have been your name I drew from the box.

Late Night

[You know who can't say no to a shiny trinket? Connor. He takes a bracelet and admires it before slipping it on, and often stops to look at it over the course of the night. He's feeling bold because of the music, so maybe he'll actually accept an invitation to dance now.]

Wildcard

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Ia - Outside

[While Mello hasn't found his footing since arriving where proper employment is concerned, he's managed to make due. Between raising prices on beverages, demanding tips for (arguably terrible) service, and outright holding drinks hostage for twice their worth — he's managed to make enough (and then some) at the tavern near the harbor that allowed him to secure himself an outfit he'd considered suitable for an event as extravagant as a masquerade.]

[He hasn't come alone — of course he hasn't — but you'll find him having wandered off on his own from both accompanying and socializing to peer at the curiously beautiful fountain. No, there's nothing spectacular to be found here, but someone like the blonde never has his head anywhere but his studies.]

[And right now? Those studies happen to be element manipulation. He'd been warned that attempting to control fire, alone, would eventually become dangerous, and so anyone who approaches might notice him running a gloved hand — slowly and delicately — just above the water's surface, making it rise and fall in subtle movements that would be unnoticeable from afar. A small wave here, a dip in the surface there, and his concentration is so great that he might not notice you for a moment or two.]

[And when he does?]

I want to conjure lightning within the water. [He glances at you from the corner of his eye.] But the proper molecules aren't present. [Pause.] Or I'm not yet skilled enough to pull them from thin air.

[He'll rectify this in time. It's only been a little while.]

Ib - Inside

[Within, you'll find Mello a bit more at ease. He's broken himself away from the temporary obsession of manipulating the fountain's water, and he's already gone ahead and ordered up a glass of sweet cognac over ice, which he holds in his right hand. He hasn't sipped yet — he was never one to overindulge in drinking — but simply having a drink in one's hand seems par for the course during a gathering like this one.]

[He does, however, hold the rim of the glass to his lips while curious eyes — the vision of one half-obscured by his mask — scan the room for familiar faces. Difficult here, since some have chosen to appear anonymous; it's something that he absolutely refuses to do. Why should he? There is no one to hide from, and he's Mello; why should he keep his presence covert in the least?]

[Specifically, he's scanning for L, but he's not going to outwardly ask after his mentor and Bond. No reason; if L wants to speak to him, his protege is very visible.]

[Feel free to come introduce yourself, say hello to a new friend, or simply make yourself known. He wouldn't blame you for wanting to, after all.]

IIIa - The Lock Box

[What's a party without a bit of excitement? Mello will grow horribly bored in a place without chaos or intellectual stimulation, so in the absence of both — ]

[He writes his name down in small, scribbled cursive on a piece of paper. ('Mello'; he would never reveal his true name, lifting his lips in something akin to a smirk as he awaits the name that will inevitably pop out.]

[Is it yours?]

[He's seen a few participate, and the greatest consequence seems to be a mandatory dance. What does he have to lose?]

IV. Late Night

[The trinkets immediately catch his eye — of course they do — but the glowing doesn't appeal to him at all. Mello already draws the proper amount of attention to himself in the way he desires; there's no need to appear an intentional beacon.]

[All the same, he selects a small, glowing crucifix (blasphemy) and tucks it into his pocket. Maybe he'll keep it, maybe he'll give it to someone, maybe he'll fetch a decent price for it on the street. Either way, he's in no position to turn down offered goods.]

[The night doesn't seem to be winding down — quite the opposite — and he has no intention of leaving until he's made to. So: he'll socialize. He approaches the nearest person (the cognac from earlier has gone to his head just a bit), offers a grin that's half-genuine, half mischievous. Depending on who he approaches, they might find his sudden proximity a bit... alarming.]

This party's a bit tame, yea? [Oh, there's no question to it. It is tame, by Mello's standards.] Care to liven it up before it's over?

[Take it as you will.]

V. Wildcard!

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[ Someone can sometimes clean up nice? Who would have thought, right? But Trevor's own enchanted mask is one in a deep teal with gold embellishments strung throughout it and granting him the anonymity that comes with wearing the masks.

When Alucard brushes past him with the excuse me, he nearly tips his food into his chest and he grunts some as he catches sight of the blond. ]

Might want to watch where you're going. Some of us are trying to keep food out of our shirt.

[ Or, down it, considering some of his chest is on show and all. ]

A. ARRIVAL

[ If Aqua didn't have someone to attend the party with, she would have passed on attending it altogether. She's more used to spending her time towards things like chores and training at home. Though, she had told her date that she's spend more time with him when they had first met.

She arrives in formal attire, mask and all. She can't help but admire not only the outside, but the inside as well. It almost feels like the Coven put a lot of love into making the party as welcoming as they could. ]

It's beautiful. [ She says softly. ] The Coven did a wonderful job.

B. REFRESHMENTS

[ Aqua doesn't seem interested in drinking anything alcoholic. However, the surprise punch does grab her attention.

She looks to it curiously, if not a little warily. ]

... I wonder why they've kept what's in it a secret.

[ ... Maybe it's safer to grab what's actually labeled. They may have used some sort of magic on the punch... ]

C. DANCING

[ When Aqua isn't with Zack, she'll be wallflowering a bit. She isn't used to socializing with people she doesn't know far too much and so - she'll feel a bit relieved to get a small moment to herself. Not that she isn't having fun, mind you.

However, the more that the songs continue to play, the more relaxed and happy she'll feel. Eventually, she finds herself approaching someone else at the party, offering a hand for them to take. She's not entirely sure what's gotten into her, but somehow she doesn't care to question it right now. ]

Would you like to dance?

D. LATE NIGHT

[ There's one thing that Aqua finds herself wishing for. When she's handed a trinket, she finds that she's been handed a small charm: an orange-colored star. Her chest contricts painfully, an unreadable expression appearing on her face.

Of course, it makes sense. With how much she's thought about her best friend so often that what she receives would reflect just that. She misses him dearly.

She brings the trinket to her chest, closing her eyes - though, she says nothing. ]

E. WILDCARD

( throw any prompt my way. o9 )

[Yuya's never been to a masquerade, so it's a little exciting--and now that he's dodged the risk of exploding, he's a little more relaxed and willing to let one night go by without his worries(or magic) keeping him up.

He's dressed fairly for a formal event... everything people wear here is too stuffy, but he deals with it. At least formal events are an excuse for it.]

[Anonymous]

[For part of the night, Yuya dons one of the enchanted masks, just to play along with the mystery of the evening. The most exciting part of that? The dancing.

He's plenty bold to stride up to people, hand outstretched in a request to dance.

Or, when he needs a break, he's by the refreshments, pouring himself some water--hydration is important--and giving anyone else who comes by a welcoming grin.]

[Non-Anonymous]

[Other times, he wears the mask he brought in himself, one without an enchantment to hide his obvious dual-color hair.

He's still up for dancing, of course, but it's usually without the enchantment that he sits down properly with a plate piled with finger foods and little desserts. He picks through them with poor manners, and there's plenty of room at the table for other people who need to get off their feet. Or remind him to be more polite in his habits.]

[He knew a ton of people were going to this thing and honestly after the last few months it's nice to have something to look forward to. And Zack is feeling antsier than ever to be out of his own place and with people that he likes to spend time with. Scooping up Aqua had been a good chance and he's happy she agreed to go with him. And he fully intends to make the most of this night.

He's dressed in a simple black and white suit because he's not that great at dressing up. But he looks slick and handsome in the fitted outfit and matching mask. His wings even look half decent tonight.]

Wow, they really did go all out with this didn't they.

arrival.
[ These sorts of shindigs aren't really his thing, but here he is, dressed rather nicely for the evening. Trevor tiddies on show Belmont. Honestly, it's the food and drink that's mostly lured him here. Maybe also something about enjoying his humanity while he still has it and all because he's sure as hell on his way to becoming a fucking bloodsucker while he's here. Yeah, still hasn't figured out how to fix that. But, he's here so, hoorah? Yeah.

He picks himself up one of those enchanted masks, his in a deep teal sort of colour with gold embellishments strung throughout it. Who would have thought he'd find one that actually kind of goes with his outfit? But he adjusts the thing on his face without the help of a mirror and while it's crooked on his face, he stands outside the entrance to the masquerade before turning to the first person he sees. ]

So? What do you think?

[ Whether he's referring to his mask or this shindig as a whole is anyone's guess. ]

food.
[ He might as well enjoy whatever food he can enjoy while he still can, right? So Trevor looks over the various selections left for masqueraders(?) on the tables and mulls over what to try first. He samples a little of this and that, still finding the taste to be something which doesn't disgust him, thank God. Or something. But as he shoves this and that into his mouth as if he hasn't eaten for the stretch of a week or so, he catches sight of whatever happens to be on another's plate and, with mouth full, he points to the finger food on the plate, mask still a little crooked on his face. ]

You gonna eat that?

[ Though it sort of sounds a bit more like ju gunnuh eet dat? What are manners? ]

drink.
[ By the time he hits the bar, Trevor's mask is resting on the back of his head with the hunter-turning-vampire slouched over the bar, nursing whatever number drink this so happens to be. He seems a bit... miserable?? Definitely not the life of any party as he blows bubbles into his drink through the straw and yes, it's an alcoholic one. Though why he has a straw for it is a mystery in itself.

He drags a hand down the front of his face, groans to himself as he does so, then straightens up in his seat at the bar... only to slouch over it again and proceed to blow more bubbles into his drink with that straw.

Someone might be... just a little tipsy??? ]

wildcard.
(( feel free to PM if you'd like something specific tailored to you! o/ ))

Must've been.

[Mello doesn't return the smile; only assesses the individual in front of him. He's a bit languid from the liquor, more likely to speak freely than he would be, otherwise.]

[While he doesn't specifically recognize this guy, he can appreciate a good outfit. It's not something he would be caught dead in, but — ]

Nice get-up.

[As he reaches forward with a gloved hand to pluck at the other's collar. It isn't meant to be rude, quite the contrary. Mello so very rarely compliments anyone.]

[ 1a. Outside ]

[ Berserker came with Diarmuid, though they were quick to part ways. His Bonded enjoys these functions far more than he did, but it's only fair he indulge him. After spending some time inside, he goes out to clear his head and get away from people for a little bit.

It's little cold with how he's dressed and his wings losing heat, though he maintains an indifferent air. Arms crossed over his chest, he stands near the fountain. It doesn't help he's been drinking, either and still has a drink in hand. He's a little more personable because of this, though he seems far more interested in the bottle of whiskey he's drinking from and the cigarette in his other hand. ]

It's too cold out here...

[ 1b. Inside ]

[ As he's not terribly interested in dancing with most people, Berserker keeps to himself close to the walls. Seated on the chair furthest away from anyone else, he slips off his mask for a moment. It's then he notices that, of course, he's not alone...Annoying. ]

If you want to dance with me, you'll have to wait.

[ 3a. The Lock Box ]

[ Berserker isn't really interested in dancing, so he didn't put his name in the box...However, it seems someone else did. That or the magic is going haywire. Dressed as he is with elegant black chains draped from his horns and wings, beaded with blackened bone and crimson glass, it's hard to ignore the almost feral refinement of the dragon. He doesn't seem terribly interested in the dance, though he does turn as he's approached. It's hard to get a read on his as his eyes are completely hidden within the holes off the skull he wears as a mask. ]

Who are you looking for? [ As if he doesn't already know the answer. ]

[ 4. Late Night ]

[ Now that it's late enough and he's gotten enough alcohol in him, Berserker seems far more willing to dance. A glowing bracelet is his chosen trinket, illuminating the scales on his wrist. The music more to his liking, too, the whole environment feeling less restrictive and stuffy. The fur mantle he'd been wearing is gone, leaving him in just the draped skirt and his mask, which he refuses to remove.

Drunk and yet completely in control of himself, he offers his hand to the nearest person. ]

Do you want to dance with a dragon?

[ 5. Wildcard ]

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((OOC: quick and dirty sketch of his outfit and mask ref, and his current changes!))

i. thief ( cw: underage drinking )

[With his typical allergy to subtlety, Giorno arrives dressed in gold and ready to move, hair back and out of the way. The air outside is chilly, just like his fingertips, but they warm as he brushes curious fingers along the gold curtains framing the entranceway. Whatever the night has in store for him, he's ready. It'll be nice to just . . . not think for a little while.]

[Once he's thoroughly explored the outside and the inside both, he sidles up to the bar and then past it, snagging a bottle of red wine along the way. What? It's fine. He'll just be keeping this over . . . here.]

ii. dance

[Two things happen in quick succession: one, Giorno drops his name in the Lock Box. Two, he circles back to grab a mask from the entranceway. And so the rest of the evening continues in a fairly consistent cycle.]

[For a while, he dances and mingles without the mask, approaching people he's met once or twice, people he's spoken to, people he's quietly curious about. Once that begins to wear on his nerves, he puts the mask on and approaches strangers, or people he knows who would probably find it funny. And once he's run out of targets in the mask . . . well, he takes it off again and goes to put his name in the Box again.]

[One thing he does not do? Stop. By halfway through the night his hair's beginning to fall out of place, but behind the mask or out in the open, he's smiling more, and more genuinely, than he has since he arrived here. He's quite likely, after a little to drink and a lot of dancing, to come up and loop his hand through someone's elbow, gently but insistently demanding attention.]

[God forbid someone wallflower. He will be there, one hand outstretched, eyebrows raised expectantly.]

How long are you going to keep me waiting?

[The universal demand, no matter who he approaches, mask or no mask, Box or no Box. He's on a timetable, people. (Not really. It's always said with a smile.)]

iii. fountain

[The end of the night finds him sitting on the edge of the fountain, fingertips chilly all over again. But there's a heavy, tacky, glowing rose ring on his finger, and he seems very satisfied. A little loopy, but very satisfied.]

[Anyone approaching gets a curious upward tilt of his chin. He pats the cold stone.]

It's rude to stand when someone else is sitting.

[Translation: come hang in the lazy sleepy corner.]

iv. wildcard

[Find Giorno elsewhere if you'd like! Anything goes, or you can PM for a specific private starter.]

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[It looks like it’s Mello, and Connor brightens a little if only because it’s someone he recognises.]

Thank you. I like your outfit too.

[Connor tips his head to the side slightly, considering his options here.]

Though it seems a little unfair that I know who I’m talking to and you don’t.

[He wouldn’t mind revealing his identity here, it’s not like he has a reason to be anonymous besides the fun of it.]

[After everything that’s been going on the last couple months, Sheva finds the thought of a masquerade both daunting and a welcome distraction. Not to mention it’s a chance to dress elegantly, drink, and dance as though she hadn’t tried to mindlessly murder people thanks to a fog.

The enchanted mask is quite helpful, and she decides to keep it on and make an intrigue of it.]

i | text — Existing CR & misfires.

Come find me. ;D

ii | fresh air

[Throughout the night, Sheva takes leave of the excitement and noise to step outside and breathe free, often with an amber colored drink in her hand. The later into the night it becomes, the more the libations have settled through her, adding a strange fluidity to her movements.

Both the fountain and the stars find her attention, the water and endless beauty of the expansive sky easy escapes from dark thoughts or anxiety. In theory, at least. Startle her at a risk.]

iii | snacc & dance

What do you think that is, exactly? [She periodically asks of a stranger, motioning to a bite of food that’s not familiar to her. Perhaps it’s something local?] Do you think they have magic in them?

[When she’s not refilling her drink or refueling herself with various fruits and hors d'oeuvres, the young lioness dances. There’s no shame in dancing by herself, moving to the music as though it coursed through her. There are times where her eyes close and she just allows the song to guide her. Other times, she catches the eyes of another while dancing, playing an enticing game of chicken that can easily become silly or a little more sultry.

Maybe she’ll even take a chance and ask for a dance directly? As a note, she does put her name in the lock box because why not?]

iv | wildcard

[ooc: Have an idea for another sort of thread? Feel free to PM or message me on Plurk (schist) to discuss.]

Edited (spelling) 2019-11-07 04:21 (UTC)

[Ah, so his lock box match is the fair sort of person, is he? Good. Mello doesn't much care for being surrounded by so much anonymity. While he understands it contributes to the fun of the masquerade, it does nothing for an innate paranoia that isn't going anywhere, any time soon.]

Mm.

[He sips his third... fourth? Glass of sweet liquor.]

I agree; we're not on equal ground.

[So.]

Are you intending to come out with it or am I to figure it, myself?

1. dramaturgy

[ as a member of a high-class family, flat is no stranger to things such as masquerades and other similar events. he knows how to clean up, wear a nice suit-

or he can go dressed like this instead. yes, with the gas mask included. the mask itself is not enchanted, so anyone that knows about flat's weirdness will probably be able to tell just who is behind this....uncharacteristic mask.

if not, they'll still be able to hear flat's muffled tone as he looks around the place. ]

2. world's end dancehall

[ so it seems that there really isn't much to do in this place besides the actual dancing. it's a bit boring, and definitely predictable, but flat's not going to wallflower all night because of this. the lockbox is unnecessary, too-- he can do this himself!

he'll approach someone without a partner, and take the time to remove his own mask--underneath, he has a charming smile, as he stretches out his other hand. ]

3. last dance

[ but even dancing is interesting for only so long, and eventually flat finds himself hovering by the refreshment table. he feels like an outsider, and it's boring, to the point that he simply wants to walk out and find something else that's more fun to do.

there's a few empty champagne glasses next to him, and he's currently holding a half filled one in one hand, his other hand playing with the trinket like it's the only fun thing there is in this place. he does not look drunk at all, however, even as he sips the drink.

approach him, though, and he'll turn around, a half grin on his face. ]

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Are you drunk? [ comes a familiar voice. Berserker is already halfway to drunk, though his mask is still firmly on his face. It's not enchanted, though, just creepy and good at hiding his eyes in the vacant holes of the skull. ] Is this how you're adjusting now?

[ As if he has any room to talk -- once his horns started coming in, he got drunk to dull the ache on a regular basis. ]

[ While Zack may not know Aqua the way that Aqua knows him, starting over hasn't felt strange at all. He's been so kind and helpful that perhaps it can't be helped that Aqua feels as comfortable as she does around him. Or perhaps there's another reason - something she can't quite place her finger on.

Either way, she can't help but smile a little at his words. ]

This may be what everyone needs right now.

[ Berserker is completely drunk and half-dressed, the fur mantle tied into the waist of his skirt now. How he'd managed to miss Flat until now is anyone's guess, but the nearly empty bottle of whiskey in one hand is likely to blame for that.

Oh well. The dragon, still wearing his mask, cocks his head to one side. ]

Show me.

[ Even if he feels like this is a bad idea, the alcohol in him overrides those feelings handily. ]

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MASQUERADE: Noveur 8

OOC: Questions

Lady Maria | OTA | Witch

Sokie Undertown | Witch

Towa Herschel | Witch

viren, ota

Alucard | Castlevania | Witch

louis | beastars | OTA

Everett Vaughan | Faun

Connor | Merrow

Mello | Death Note | Witch | OTA

food

aqua | ota | monster

Yuya | Witch | OTA

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trevor belmont | vampire

Lock Box

Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) | OTA

giorno giovanna | vampire | ota natch

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Sheva Alomar | OTA | Turnskin (lion)

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flat escardos | fate/strange fake | witch

drink

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