Masquerade Ball: Event Thread

[Nicole]

It was during a brief rest between songs that Aylin now found herself the focus of someones attention. A woman wearing a beautiful blue feathered dress and matching mask had take a stand nearby and was now inquiring her name. this was most unexpected for the Lamia. She had not come here under the pretense of meeting people or being the center of attention herself. She had simply come to partake in the evening and play her music. Needless to say a Smile crossed her lips as she looked over the woman.

"Thank you so much miss. My name is Aylin Arore." She could have easily given a false name or playfully denied the request allowing the woman to guess and pursue her, but Aylin had assumed that everyone already knew her.

She reached out to her sheet music and turned the page a few times coming to rest on another song from the predetermined list. The other members of the band followed suit stopping on the same song, and prepared to start playing. This piece was a little more mellow, a Waltz of sorts, though it was much darker in sound than one would normally expect. this of course suited the Halloween atmosphere very well. the band started up and Aylin looked to them for a moment. Her own part wasn't to start for a few moments.

"I must say it is always nice to be noticed by someone so beautiful. Tell me.. What might I call you. If not just for the evening?" She enjoyed the air of Mystery that surrounded her musical admirer.

Slowly she began to play, watching the woman in the blue feather dress with a playful smile.

@Blue Feathered Dress & Matching Mask

 

[Anonymous]

Medico della Peste Mask

The masked man knew how to make an entrance. In the middle of the room, he appeared through what might have been a hole in the fabric of space and time, slowly rising up from the floor. Aside from the mask, the upper half of his body was obscured by a dark colored bedsheet mysterious cloak. As he rose further, though, it became abundantly clear that the lower part of his body was just a couple of tentacles that were sticking out of that portal-like thing. This was absolutely not a humanoid.

"I AM WEARING A CLEVER DISGUISE," announced the tentac-mysterious masked man, with a deep, rumbling voice. "I WILL COMMENCE THE PARTY TIME NOW."

The mysterious masked man was not entirely sure how he was supposed to commence the party time now. He would observe the humanoids for a little while longer and then try to follow their lead.

 

[Anonymous]

A young sophisticate entered the ballroom noiselessly and with no fanfare. A full mask covered his face, no doubt muffling his voice and preventing any form of face-based expression. He was dressed in extremely formal attire which consisted of a white undershirt, waistcoat, bowtie, black wool tailcoat and trousers, black leather pumps, silken socks and suspenders, and white doe skin kid gloves. His outerwear, save his silk top hat and oaken cane, had been taken and deposited elsewhere.

People either sat amongst themselves or with others, danced either gracefully or clumsily, conversed either quietly or loudly. Personally, the young man was in no mood to converse with others. Rather, he wanted simply to listen to the surprisingly beautiful music and perhaps dance once or twice before the night was over. He quietly approached a refreshment table poured himself a glass of punch. Raising his black and white mask up slightly, he took several sips before replacing his expressionless visage. the interior of the room was a mixture of neoclassical elegance and modern tackiness, complete with faux cobwebs and spiders. Also, he didn't much care for the color scheme, which, while fitting the theme of All Hallow's Eve, was terrible to behold.

 

[Kyp]

Étoile:

Étoile had been one of the first to arrive, joined by three men in handsome tuxedos. All three had volunteered to keep her safe at the ball, where most of the attendants would be secretive. It had taken a lot of begging for Étoile to convince them. She was going to make every moment count.
The star was attending in a beautiful dark blue sparkly ball gown and a matching deep blue mask. A glamour had been placed on her hair to make it raven black, and then silver beads had been woven in her hair to look like constellations. She was thoroughly awestruck at the design of the ball and was squealing girlishly at every new thing she found.


Cat:

Cat was more eager for the Masquerade than she was for trick or treating. She'd gathered more than plenty of treats: more than she'd be able to eat in a month. That was okay, she could share with Simeon and Dorian. Addy would have plenty of her own to munch on, she was sure.
Cat had changed into a cute pink formal gown complete with sparkles and ruffles. Her mask was a matching pink and a tiny pink hat sat on the top of her head, above her left ear. She felt like she was drowning people in pink with her outfit, but that was just too bad for them if she was. There was.. A lot more people present than she'd been thinking of in her head, and it was a little crowded. Cat's timid, shy nature overtook her as she wove her way through and around groups of people to the punch bowl.
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[Anonymous]

The young man sipped his punch once more and re-replaced his mask. As he did so, however, his brown eyes noticed a young, pink-haired maiden approach the bowl. He stepped aside, giving her room to pour a glass, if she saw fit. He nodded in greeting whilst tipping his hat downward slightly, but refused to say a word. This was partly due to his desire to maintain an element of mystery as well as the mask he wore, which would muffle his speech, no doubt.

((@Ghost))

 

[Kyp]

Cat:

Cat poured herself a glass of punch, hands visibly shaking. She gave the man next to her an awkward curtsy, holding the drink just to give her hands something to do. She hadn't really realised that she was still so shy. At the very least, she was wearing a bracelet to keep her powers under control. Cat shifted nervously, entirely unsure what to do now.
"So, um... Pretty music?"​

 

[Anonymous]

The man could tell this young woman was shy. A part of him wanted to reassure her, make her feel less nervous. He took a moment to listen to the music, which sounded rather dark and haunting. It possessed an eerily melodic quality he admired. Nodding in response to the maiden's curt question, he lifted his mask up and sipped once more at his punch, revealing little more than his chin and lips. "Yes, 'tis quite lovely," he said, his voice slightly muffled from the mask.

 

[Pallas]

@Unseen

Nyota was a bit distracted with fitting a whole sugar cookies into a cheeks like a chipmunk to be aware that someone was behind her. Thus when spun on her heel to make her way to the punch bowl she bumped face first into well dressed man in a black tux wearing a mask of gold. In impact caused her to step backwards, nearly losing balance as she stretched out her arms (or at least what was left of her left arm) just enough to maintain it. Once she recovered, she leered through her mask at the man whom she so carelessly bumped into.

"Ooofffhhh! Grr... watch where your go-"

It was then that Nyota noticed the man((Finn))... looked rather dashing in the tuxedo of his.
"-ing? Umm... yeah. I'm... just going to get punch now."

With that Nyota awkwardly shuffled her way to the punch bowl and left the boy in the golden mask and black tux be.

@Ghost
((and to the anonymous with Cat at the moment))

At the punch bowl, Nyota shimmied her way around the two dorks who stood a bit close to the punch bowl: the one girl who wore so much pink you would swear she was made of cotton candy and the posh sophisticate who wore a mask that covered the entirety of their face. She could have told move aside but forcing her way though people was more natural for her so she opted to brush past the girl in pink to get to the punch bowl one whole second faster. Once there, she grabbed a cup and collected the punch as if it were a bucket. It was only afterwords she noticed the ladle that laid next to the bowl and groaned somewhat. No matter she thought as she chugged the half filled cup of punch.

 

[Anonymous]

Rose eyepatch With Rococo-Inspired Ensemble
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From across the crowded ballroom floor, heavy in scent from expensive perfume, a woman delicately sashayed through dancing couples in a getup that recalled the reign of Marie Antoinette. She looked like royalty, too. Her dove-white hair was styled in gracious curls and delicately framed her peachy complexion, as well as the pride created by her peridot-eyed expression in its fifteen minutes of glory. It was a special night, obviously. The masquerade came only once a year. For outsiders like her, she held the privilege of walking the streets of the human world without fear of repercussion for her species. On the other hand it also gave her the opportunity to be someone a mirror opposite of herself, to forget the trouble of non-holiday life.

Of course, even escapes like this called for responsibilities.

She made sure her child was well taken care of. After a brief night of trick or treating (because as a mother she’d be damned if she was going to allow her own to wander the streets of the island at night, even if they were under her supervision), her child was far too tired to stay up any later. Naturally then they were put to sleep, and she was left to figure out what to do for the rest of the night. Now, she wasn’t a fan of babysitters… But on hallow’s eve, she was going to give herself a break.

She told him she’d be at the school for the night and that their pride and joy was safe. For now, she sauntered the ballroom alone, breezing herself lightly with an ornate silk hand fan. This room, this event had granted her so many memories. Would he be here? The invitation was open, for otherwise this was 'me' time. She hummed almost wistfully. Reminiscing on days past, and what was yet to come...
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[Anonymous]

Violet Dress and Vale - Gentle steps carried a slender form into the ballroom. A feminine figure, clad in many layers and hues of a violet dress, gazed out over a beaded vale of a similar scheme. The outfit appeared to be of a Romani influence, and seemed to be recently made.

Green eyes passed over the many guests scattered across the ballroom, but the figure didn't approach any of them just yet. Instead, she eventually moved towards the refreshment table, picking up a glass of water.