Event Open Masquerade Ball 2017

"Ah yes, this island is good about that, equality," it was wonderful seeing such a society. "I'm happy both you and your brother found your way here," he knew what it was like, having to hide what you are.

"Yes I do," he returned her grin with his own, "family is part of the reason I'm here as well, I have a large family," he chuckled a little. "They drive you mad, worry you to death but in the end, there still family," his smile never left his face as they continued, their movements matching the music, "it is nice though, getting out for the evening, away from all that."

She was beautiful, a gorgeous girl, "but what about you?" he asked as their dance shifted into a slower one to match the music. "Your brother might have been your original motive for coming, but you must have found a place here, friends, a job, school, what is it that you like to do?"

Charlene was not part of the party. Surely she would not even be allowed in the masquerade in the state she was in.

But she had heard of the party, and she had hoped…maybe, just maybe, the festivities would partially be outdoors. Maybe she could sneak in and steal some food from a table, or at the very least perhaps there would be some unfinished food in the garbage, or any scraps that had accidentally fallen on the ground. Just. Any food. At all.

But when she had found the location in the school where the party was being held, her hopes her dashed. Everyone was inside. She could not find any sort of dining set up outside. There were some balconies where a few of the attendees were spending time outside, but that was of no use to her. She could not possibly reach them if they had any food set out on them.

The dirty girl, her sweater getting torn up from daily wear and her hair covered in leaves and twigs from foraging in the woods, sat alone in some bushes where she could see through the windows. She felt defeated. Several days with no food, and she could see that massive table of food inside, but…she could not reach it.

In time, she found herself watching more than just the food table, but the ball itself. It reminded her of the parties of Fae. She had entertained at so many…and how she wished she were entertaining at one now in Underhill. At least she would be warm, and she could have some food.

She could not have missed Underhill more in that moment. It had never been a happy home, but…at least it was a familiar one.

Hoofed woman in bunny mask and blue princess dress

Nobody saw the bottle of expensive wine disappear off the table.

The woman in the bunny mask was feeling pretty damn smug. She still had it. It was over a year since she had really been up to her thieving ways, and she still had the deft hands for it. That wine bottle hid perfectly in the lining of her dress—the shape completely obscured by the huge crinoline she wore.

She hated dressing all fancy pansty, but at least these stupid giant skirts had some worth.

But perhaps she was getting a bit too smug now. As she stepped away from the food table, aka the scene of the crime, she tried to slip with ease into the crowd—but had underestimated her skirt and found herself stumbling a bit as he brushed up against various individuals. She ended up fumbling a bit into a man.

“Oi! Watch—“ she nearly started spewing profanity, but quickly caught herself. No, she had to act like a dainty little princess here. So her voice became lighter, softer, like a sweet little bell, and her Scottish accent became much less brusk.

“M’terrible sorry, m’sir!” she said as she curtsied to the man.

Wheel-chair bound boy in a navy suit and crow mask


The young man wheeled himself with a touch of hesitation into the masquerade. His parents had taken him to smaller social functions as a kid, but…he’d never really experienced anything like this.

He had managed to save up enough from selling pot brownies and…some questionable contraband he snuck out of Spacecon to be able to rent a nice, navy-colored tuxedo. He felt pretty classy in it, not gonna lie.

He…felt sort of silly in the mask though. Come on, he was obviously Gareth no matter how much of his face he covered. There weren’t a ton of people in wheelchairs, missing three fingers, with dyed blue hair with obvious black roots showing. He was…pretty damn specific.

But he did wear a mask still—not to be anonymous, but to match his date. She wanted to wear one, so he did too.

God, he was on a date. He turned to the young lady beside him, and anxiety fluttered through his entire body.

Don’t fuck this up, Gareth, you idiot.