#masquerade 2.

[dhcmpirs]

Location: Near the play Person: @praetorleal

“You know, I’m glad we opted out of this one in high school.” It’s hard not to think about as he wanders up behind her as Nabi sits there on stage as the ghost of Hamlet’s father. After someone had seen The Lion King, there wasn’t really any need to get really into Hamlet, that was his professional opinion on the whole thing and it ruined both the Disney movie and the play for him. Shakespeare was never that fun for him anyways but Cloe had fought him on doing that stupid report they had to do freshman year on A Midsummer Night’s Dream instead of Dracula, so he hoped she was at least having fun. Hell, the whole thing, it being a fey party, he hoped she was having fun. They’d missed out last time, she’d been visiting home and he’d taken the chance to head back to Berlin for a bender weekend in her absence. But he knew how she talked about the place, the Otherworld, how all the faiman seemed to regard it. There’s this warmth that settles in his chest at the thought that it’s not just a story for her anymore. "I think you'd have made a much better Hamlet, for what it's worth."

[bebevlnt]

Location: Choose your own shenanigans Person: @senatusstarters

“More tart? They’re blueberry and yet, surprisingly sour. So maybe they’re raspberries.” Whatever tray is in her hand doesn’t matter too much to her as she flits from group to group. The amount of gossip she’s going to get from this will be enough tea to fill the river Styx. She’s comfortable, her outfit is breezy and she’s brandishing the tray of…Those were definitely some sort of berry tart, and she’s looking the person before her up and down. “Or I can rate your outfit. I am very thorough with my constructive criticism.”

[marcellabelanades]

Person: @ciroocasio Place: Picture a balcony

She’s in more of cupcake of a dress this time, not the velvet number she’d been put into last year and it’s tight and it’s gauzy and she needs some air right this second or she’s going to tear it off of herself. It turns out Marcella really actually likes music and dancing and drinking, that's what she's figured out about herself this last year. For just a second, the train of thought leads her to Ciro drinking in the living room, the karaoke bar, the forest. They're not so different after all. She’s still in her boots at least and Marcella is just focusing on breathing, her hands on the stone balcony railing when she hears the approaching footsteps and whips around. “Oh it’s you.” The relief on her face is replaced with amusement. It’s Ciro and he’s in a loud leopard print coat and it shouldn’t work but it does work for him because of course it does. ”Don't tell me you're going to ask me to oil you up so you're harder to catch in that fight."

[aureamoretti]

Person: @bansheepaloma Location: Some staircase between the bathrooms and the dancefloor She's getting an umpteenth glass of wine, a different flavor this time, a red, because she's kind of determined to find one she likes when she sees it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots something bright and bouncing up the stairs and Aurea is, first and foremost, a connoisseur of...Women. She'd tried the dude thing once upon a time, she still dipped her toes in every once and a while if they're particularly pretty, but there just wasn't a spark beyond a physical connection there. Not like there was really a physical connection with women at all most of the time because she's too overwhelmed to actually get a date with one of them. She is wearing a cape. She looks to the very pretty woman holding the drink tray and if she can look directly at her, she can find Pinkie Pie. There's a nod of solidarity and then she's retreating in that same direction. "Hey, I love your hair!" And it's very enthusiastic, almost too enthusiastic. Was it hot in here?

[missharlowdaniels]

Person: @venusmagnus Location: Near the edge of the dancefloor

She’d glimpsed him so many times over the years since his turning. She was never that far, not in spirit at least. That was one of the perks of being a magister, she heard whisperings from all over the place. Time after time Harlow had debated going forward and telling him who she was to him and why she’d kept away for all of these years and there wasn’t any time like the present. Their bloodline was strong despite the hit they’d taken with the wedding, despite the leech also attacking Ayla. It’d be even stronger once they all knew the truth. “Magnus, I haven’t gotten to speak with you yet.” Approaching him on the edge of the dancefloor once he’s taken a second away from Rhia. “You’re not at the palace all that much.” That’s where she’d conducted most of her business, getting to know the current lineup of Venus vampires in Rome.

[bebevlnt]

Location: Near the animal show Person: Baeby Girl @lulucretias

“Do you think they’ll turn into otters and re-enact what’s going on at the gladiator fights?” Tearing her eyes away from Nettelia in octopus form juggling what appeared to be several orbs of something, Bebe looked to Lucretia as she grabbed something from her tray before offering her girlfriend her own. They’d coordinated, one of them would take a drink tray, the other would take a food tray, and then they’d meet up and take a little something from each other, as a treat. Her own tray was boasting a hell of a lot of snacks meanwhile Lucretia’s had what must have been the best berry mimosa she’d ever tasted. She was in a good enough mood to even offer one to one of those twinks that wouldn’t invite her to brunch.

[marcellabelanades]

Person: @counthakan Location: The Dancefloor Henny

It's all kind of a whirlwind of movement and while the dress she's in this time isn't as motion friendly as the last one she'd worn to a masquerade, but she can admit it twirls. And she's got room to do it, that's the important part. Partner after partner she moves to the next as the band plays and those lycans really do have some pipes on them. Marcella steps towards the next partner and it's someone ese all in black and she realizes as his hand finds her waist and hers finds his free hand that she knows this man, at least a little. "I don't think Zeke has ever properly introduced us."

[natemichaelson]

Person: Wolfganggang @bleedingwolfgang Location: Coming & Going from the Pits

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it a lot, the vampire. Wolfgang of all people, it’s not even that he’s that bad a guy, the name just doesn’t fit his face. There’s something so boyish about him, the name sounds stuffy but then again, he is a vampire. And he’s a brunette again and they’re totally about to bump into him again. Because vampires totally went on dates and Nate didn’t go on a lot of those, if anything he just sort of hung around people at Killjoys and that was that. With being over at 4 the Record now, they heard snippets from Roth and Dante about the nightlife, what it was actually like. What it was actually like for like, people who didn’t go out and hunt down supernatural creatures that were out of line. They wanted to do that, be just a person. Even if that person was going on dates with a vampire that seemed….Pretty normal. “Hey.” He says as he approaches only to stop and blink because he swears he hears these two chords that sound suspiciously like that one….Carly Rae person that Atlas plays sometimes. "I just met you, and this is crazy, so you have my number, so call me maybe...?"