Event Open Masquerade Ball 2019

With the crowd growing around the drink table, the tall young man would slip away towards the other side of the room. He was feeling a little out of his element, but he was hoping to have a fun evening. His eyes looked over the people here, hoping to find someone to dance with or at least talk to.

The youth nodded, satisfied that his recommendation had gone down well. Now was time for more small talk. With some more socialising, his mental checkbox list would be full and he'd be free to leave any time he wanted. He'd danced, he'd ate, he'd drank... Oh wait. He still hadn't had that glass of champagne. He made a mental note to drink some before he left.

"So what brings you here?" He asked, helping himself to the beetroot canapé. He could barely disguise his disappointment at its mediocrity. Oh, well. He supposed it was bold of them to try. It wasn't like the flavour was bad... It just lacked oomph. Maybe they could have used cream cheese instead of cheddar. It would have provided more tart notes to contrast the beetroot's sweetness. He returned his focus to the man.

@Wolfie

“Woof woof,” Vladimir replied jokingly as he leaned in close enough that only Kon could hear him and whispered something naughty in reference to the comment.

“We could always take a spin on the dance floor right now, and grab something to eat afterward,” Vladimir suggested as he checked out the dance floor. It was getting busy, but it still wasn’t as crowded as it would be in a short while.

@Keen


Bel giggled when she saw the straw sticking out from PurpleGrin’s mask’s eye hole. “The mask is great, though probably not the easiest to enjoy a drink from,” she stated as Bel removed the straw from his eyehole afraid that he’d hurt himself or someone else with it.

“Are you here at the ball tonight with somebody?” Bel asked curiously as she handed PurpleGrin his straw wondering if he had come with a date or not.


@PixelatedGlory / Purplegrin


The redhead entered the ballroom, head held high like she owned the room, her red off the shoulder Grecian inspired dress swishing around her ankles as she moved seamlessly across the dance floor.

“Phoebe, darling, you look amazing tonight…” she gushed as she greeted one of her clients, taking a few minutes to talk shop before she excused herself, grabbing a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray as she made her way to touch up her make up before she returned, moments later to the party wearing her red-feathered mask.


@Max!!

"Never been to one of these. Thought I'd try it out," he replied before putting a small sandwich into his mouth. "Not really my sort of thing but things have a way of being interesting here," he admitted. Though, that wasn't always in the best way. He remembered back to the first few weeks he was on the island, being held hostage at the New Year's ball.

That wasn't something he should think about, though. This was just a regular ball or a regular island of supernatural creatures. "How about you? Are you here with anyone?"

@Hope the Bard

"I see," he replied. It made sense. Not everyone was the ball-enjoying type of person, after all. While he himself was very partial to them ever since he was a child, he supposed he could understand why some might not enjoy them. Some didn't like classical music; others didn't like the stiff formality while others still simply hated social gatherings.

"I happen to be here alone tonight." He said, helping himself to a small plate of appetisingly-arranged fruit. "I'm a little new to the island, but when I saw the poster advertising this event, I decided that I just had to attend." Biting into a star-shaped fruit slice, his pupils dilated at the intensity of the flavour. Wow. This was so good that he could honestly just keep eating it forever. What even was this fruit?

"By the way, since this is your first ball, would you like to dance? I'll teach you how, then we can find you a partner! It'll be great fun!" He smiles expectantly.

@Wolfie

"It's all about the persona you put out there. You're Wednesday, the rising young star in the witchcraft community. And I'm Sazz, your partner in crime, rising demon lord and warlock. Just relax, we're here to have fun," he was hoping he was exuding enough confidence that she'd catch on as well. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and led her around looking for some interesting conversation to jump into.

@Lotharingia

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It was that time of year again. Festival season. It was Alex's favorite time of year. He made his way into the ballroom with all the air of a ruler about him. He was dressed in an officer's uniform with a short cape draped over the shoulder, and a prop sword sheathed at his hip. The mask he wore was an ornate gold domino mask, reminiscent of dragon scales.

He scanned the crowd, looking for some people to mingle with. It took a moment, and a bit of squinting, but he thought he spotted someone he recognized. Without any hesitation, he walked right over to a woman in a red dress, she seemed to be more or less by herself. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here, Miss Proxentias."

@Zora

"A little bit of both probably," Bel admitted cheerfully when PG commented on her mask. "I am actually here with Samhain, but he's off somewhere doing whatever Samhain does on this night," she explained as she sipped at her champagne.

"Would you maybe like to dance?" Bel asked PurpleGrin.

@PixelatedGlory

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Arching an eyebrow when a well-dressed gentleman, who exuded the confidence and swagger of Zeus himself, addressed her, Harmonia couldn't help but let a tiny smile cross her face when she realised who it was.

"Mr. Drakenhardt," she stated. "Fancy meeting you here. And what can I say? I never miss a social event, especially one honoring a god," she explained.

@Max!!