Event Open Masquerade Ball 2018

The old lady harrumphed. "Everybody and their roommate's mother is a demon these days," she said with a sniff. "Back in my day, it was always a big thing to have demons around. We'd burn a cow, sacrifice a virgin chicken, terrify some priests, and it was a whole party. Now look at this." She shook her head. "Demons," she said, shaking her cane. "Just another everyday event."

@Romi

She snorted. "I'm old," the elderly witch said. "The only thing I should be in is the grave. But as long as my mother's still alive, I ain't going to die before the hag!" She squinted at him. "Just you wait. Next it'll be vampires or some other nonsense and you'll feel as old as I do!"

@Romi

"You're not old until your wrinkles have wrinkles," the witch snorted. "You could be as old as God Himself but if you still look like you're in your thirties, face it, you're still just a kid compared to us prunes." She considered him for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. "Are you even capable of aging past how you are now?"

@Romi

Orange Grin strode into the ballroom looking excitedly at all the fantastic colors and costumes. He was so glad to be there, even if he had arrived just a little later than planned.

He was dressed in a bright orange velvet tuxedo jacket with black pants and a mask made of a mix of orange and red with gold accents. In short, it was loud and he absolutely loved it. His pink hair was nicely combed and probably stuck out a little bit too much to really keep his identity hidden but he wasn't about to dye it for the ball.

With a huge grin the teenager continued into the room looking for someone fun to talk to, or dance with for that matter. Maybe someone who wasn't already talking to someone else. His eyes fell on a woman in a stunning dress with a cute purple mask. She seemed to be by herself and looking around so he just walked right on up

"Hi! Isn't this great? Getting to dress up in all these colors and have fun?" He was grinning and excited.

@purple mask @Zora

((you can refer to this character with @OrangeGrin))

Crashed Wave was definitely not one of the first to arrive at the Ball. Honestly it had taken a lot of convincing to get him to even come at all. His friend had spent days convincing him it was a good idea and went with him to the shop to pick out what he should rent.

He walked into the room with his blonde hair slicked back and his face obscured by a mask of blue and silver harlequin checkered pattern. His tuxedo was a dark, shiny blue with black accents. It looked far better on him than he cared to admit.

Quietly he edged his way towards one of the walls, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do at one of these fancy party things. Maybe he'd watch for a couple minutes and figure something out. There had to be other highschoolers here right?

[use @CrashedWave]

The young man blinked. He noticed that this girl took a while to shake his hand, then proceeded to go for... a little while. He had met all sorts of people in his life, there could certainly be worst company than the white girl.

He chuckled. “It is pretty exciting. I’ve been to a few in the past, and if I’m honest, they’ve always made me a little nervous.” Frankly, from how he stood and acted, it really didn’t seem that way. But how he spoke didn’t get the impression that he was lying. “Kind, huh? Well, I can’t say I want to argue with that decision.” He laughed lightly. “Heather is a pretty name. I’ll say good choice, assuming it isn’t your actual name.” He flashed a joking grin.

He pondered a moment. “So, Heather. Would you care to get some drinks? I figured it’d be better than to be standing here like we don’t know what we’re doing.” He had a slight teasing tone to his voice. He put his arm out, an option for Heather to take it if she wished, and flashed another charming smile. He would walk over to a table with a punch bowl.

@WhiteGirl

The girl, now nicknamed Heather, smiled a bit shyly when Kind approved and praised her name choice. It was a simple variation from feather, that was all there was to it. For a moment she felt a bit blue, she seemed to live only under false names. But Heather shook it off quickly and chuckled.
"Thank you, and no, it's not my real name, don't worry."

"Okay, that sounds nice. That way I can at least pretend I know what I'm doing."
Heather answered, chuckling, and returned Kind's charming smiles with her own small, gentle ones. She took his arm when he offered it, it would've been rude to refuse, after all. Heather let him lead her to the table with a punch bowl, and she took a glass of it for herself. But she had never tasted punch, and carefully tasted some. Her eyes lit up and she turned to Kind, smiling widely.
"This is really good.

@GoldenEyes

Thomasin stood outside the entrance to the ballroom. She had been here for a few minutes now, watching as people entered and left. Some entered as groups, laughing and talking boisterously, Some were couples linked arm in arm, and others were dashing rogues and mysterious seducers entering on their own to steal the night. At one point an older lady had even entered in. So why then did she herself hesitate to enter?

She looked down at her white and black dress. It wasn't bad looking, certainly not as flashy as some of the ones she had seen so far. It wasn't actually a ballroom style dress, it didn't have frills or billow out. Instead, it looked like something one might wear to dinner. Its simple smooth lines hugged her curves rather flatteringly, all the while flowing right down to her ankles. It was almost entirely backless, exposing her wings which were tucked tightly against her to keep them from obstructing people. Her tail, all of which except for the last foot or so, peeked out from below the bottom hem.

Her mask was simple, covering only the top of her face. it matched her dress rather well, with white on one side that seemed to bleed into the black on the other in an almost liquid-like effect. It was tied off with a simple back ribbon, that matched the ribbons she had braided into her long white hair hours before. She could have opted to try and disguise herself better, but that seemed a futile effort at best, considering she was rather distinct. Many people had told her already that they had never seen anyone like her, so she wasn't going to be fooling anyone with a disguise. Instead, she was going to try and have fun, to relax for the evening. All of this, the dress, the mask, the hair, was done in the spirit of the event.

Thomasin had made all the efforts she could. All she had to do was go in and enjoy her evening. So why then was she so nervous? After a few more moments and a deep breath, she closed her eyes and slipped into the ballroom.

Inside was even nicer than she had expected, with many couples dancing around. It really was a fairy tale in its own right. Looking over she spotted the refreshments, which looked crowded. Instead of heading over there, she made her way to the other side of the room, to watch the beautifully dressed people dance and socialize. She even wondered if someone might ask her to dance, though thinking about it now, she realized that she had no idea what to do. Strangely enough, that was exciting just as much as it was stressful. She smiled to herself thinking that if no one asked her, she might just ask somebody on her own.