FOR: @kingofentropy DATE/TIME: 09/27 AM 1:35 LOCATION: the Saturnalia, the Vitrine
To say that he’d been less than impressed when he found out that tonight’s event required him to wear a mask would be an understatement. He’s had enough experiences with masquerade themes at the Dollhouse by now to have developed a healthy dislike of them for being inconvenient at best. Still, those are the rules for the Saturnalia, and he’s only a Doll meant to do as he’s told when the price is right.
At least he was able to convince—pester—Vin to let him get away with a simpler design, something that would fulfill the requirements set, but still leave him enough room to breathe and see without unnecessary decorations getting in the way. So what if it’s not as opulent as the rest of the Dolls he’s arrived with, at least he won’t have to worry about sequins coming loose this time.
First chance he gets, he wanders away from the cluster of pretty things he’s meant to be grouped with. Curiosity guides him in the, perhaps unwise, decision to stray from the safety of the flock, and self-assurance turns a blind eye to the looks that his exposed skin and loose curls draw from guests. He’s heard tales about this place from others who’ve gone before him, and while the mask-rule is an annoyance, he’s quick to forgive and forget when he sees the size of the manor itself.
So much to explore—so many ways to get lost and swallowed by those who call these strange halls home—so little time. Slipping past a pale hand reaching out towards him, he darts down the corridors in search of...well, he’s not sure, but he’ll know when he finds it.
“Hey, Amos right?“ the hulking figure that dominates this newest room he’s stumbled into can only be one person, and with all the assurance of a boy too used to defying containment, he approaches. “This is a nice place you’ve got here. Kind of creepy though, but I guess that’s kind of the norm for Under. And what’s the deal with the masks?”
