#n!event

[bluefushimisaru]

Spotlight Dance || Fushimi & Roberto

@altarianprince

Fushimi was just about to grab another dish of food when suddenly a bright light shines on him. He winces before he then internally groans because he knew what this meant. It was those stupid spotlight dances that was mentioned on the invitation and apparently he was picked. Immediately he looks to find who the other person he was paired with. It wasn’t hard since obviously they had bright light shining on them too. The other person seems to be a tall male. Fushimi clicks his tongue. He didn’t want to do this so he decides not to make the first move. Maybe he if he continues eating and act like nothing happened the spotlight will just disappear.

[bararaqx-blog]

[[ Just For Tonight ]] - Event Closed for Sinbad

@sxndbad

He hadn’t planned to go. The letter, and the mask had been a rather interesting gesture, but the Vizier was barely able to tolerate parties thrown by those he considered family, he had no interest in going to one that had no benefit for him as for as socializing on the benefit of making connections and furthering Sin’s business ventures, if everyone was to be masked it wouldn't make a difference what he did....

But Sin had insisted, had told him to go. To wear his mask and to spend a night forgetting everything... While Ja’far had wanted to say no there had been something in Sinbad’s smile, something in the way his eyes seemed to hold a poignant heartache despite the smile on his face as the words had fallen from his lips. Tonight, maybe spend some time being anyone but yourself.

Perhaps he’d been reading into it too deep, but the weight of the ‘argument’ they had shared in the kitchen still hung heavy in his mind and the idea of being not him for a night was more than alluring.

So he found himself, drink in hand, standing in his nicest suit among a crowd of anonymous faces. Silver eyes scanned the room, watching couples dance, and laughter echo louder than the music as he just sighed. Even a night supposed to be anyone but himself was as tiring as it was lonesome. He had spent his childhood wearing a mask, and it seems he was right back in one.

Turning to leave, the Vizier stopped, a tall figure blocking his path. “Excuse me, I’d like to get through...”

[firebenderprincess]

Misa was more than thrilled when she got the invitation. She loved attending parties mostly because she loved to dress up. She was a bit curious as to what this event would be like since she hasn’t ever attended a masquerade but she was delighted to join the fun.

Dressing up in a beautiful black and red gown she personally bought for another event Misa styles her hair in a cute pony tail in which she curls as well. With her mask as a finishing touch she was finally ready to attend the ball.

Misa was one to arrive fashionably late since she likes to make a scene when she walks in. Unfortunately for her though, there were no photographers or a spotlight when she arrives at the park. She pouts to herself before making her way to the buffet table. “To think the effort I put in looking this good and no one gives a dam” she mutters to herself as she grabs a plate and starts to fill her plate. Noticing that there was one more h’orderve on the tray she quickly reaches for it, However, she wasn’t the only one reaching for it. “Ahem I saw it first” she says it the person who was also reaching for the treat.

[magicaexaqua-blog]

[[For Two]] - Event Open!

It shouldn’t have surprised her. The entire island was wrapped up tight in a magic she still hadn’t been able to decipher; so when the package had arrived with a mask to wear and instructions about the ball she had been suspicious at first of course, but soon it had been replaced with a giddy excitement. She hadn’t been to a party or banquet since she was back home in Sindria and it would be fun to get out of the same awkward routine she had made for herself since arriving.

The mask was beautiful but she’d been unable to help but chuckle as she had lifted it gently from the box. Adorned with seashells and aquatic themed decor it was right up her alley... The dress she wore to accompany it only continued to match her self proclaimed ‘mermaid’ theme.

Making her way through the crowded ballroom, the water magician had cerulean eyes focused on one place and one place only. Getting a drink, it was an easy first stop, and having something to hold in her hand made everything seem less awkward. 

Though as she finally made her way to the long table that had refreshments spread across it she frowned, barely able to get close to it, let along get something. Tapping the shoulder of the stranger in front of her, she put on the best smile she could.

“Excuse me~? Would you be able to get two glasses, not just one? I can’t get close enough. Please?”

[kisxxragi-blog]

When a package had arrived for Kisa, she was speechless. When she opened the package, she wasn’t speechless but it felt like something was stuck in her throat and keeping her from saying anything. The mask that she unwrapped from the box was plain but beautiful because of its simplicity. 

It surprisingly didn’t take a lot of pestering to convince her mother to allow her to attend the Christmas Ball. Kisa’s mother had even helped her to pick out an outfit with matching shoes, one that she had recently worn to a classmate’s birthday party where all the girls had dressed up.

Kisa awoke the next morning and her mother helped her to get ready, pulling her orange hair back to keep it out of her eyes and applying minimal make-up.  She was finally able to leave and she reached Central Park shortly after noon.

She eyed the crowd curiously, watching for any area that would be a problem to her. Her mother’s warning of being careful rang in her head. She knew she had to stay away from the food table where a crowd had gathered around. The middle of the park, close to where the music came from would also be an issue. Strangely enough it was close to the food table, a couple feet back, that would be her safe zone.

She made her way towards the table, the flimsy material of her sandal making it difficult to walk. She only stumbled once, and luckily missed running into somebody, but she had dropped dropped her small purse. She turned and took the few steps to grab her purse, but stopped short when she somebody’s shoes appear in her vision.

Kisa stopped in her step, her eyes widening as she looked up at them before she bent her head. “Ah, sorry... for almost running into you.”

[divitiarum-blog]

Behind the Mask || Closed to Kida

@bakyuraxanonymous

There was something about the thought of a masquerade that amused Hikaru. Maybe it was the idea of seeing others dressing up and trying to attract the attention of others behind a nameless mask? Or maybe it was the fact that a person could easily pretend to take on the farce of a different facade with the help of an extravagant mask?

Needless to say, Hikaru decided to go. It was a chance for a reminder of the parties back home that he often opted to skip to play video games with his brother. It was now his chance to join in on the festivities. It sucked that the party was being thrown last minute; he would have liked to plan to arrive with someone else. But the festivities would be him by himself and a large crowd.

He arrived at the park shortly after it started, auburn eyes scanning the horizon behind the safety of his mask. He had come on time simply because his curiosity had him wanting to know what was going to happen. He was lucky to being here at all at the moment. His hair was being uncooperative this morning and almost wouldn’t stay sleeked back, his attempt at trying to blend in better with the crowd. His mother always said he was nearly unrecognizable when his hair had been tidied.

He was surprised, to say the least, at the amount of people that were already here. When did all of these people wake up to even get prepared? Hikaru knew when he did, but that was a different story. It was like people hadn’t heard of sleeping in. Again: he was being a hypocrite.

He placed his present for the gift exchange, a simple bag because he couldn’t bother with wrapping paper, on a table where many others had already been left. He turned from the table, tugging at the long white sleeve of his outfit, and bumped into somebody.

His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say the rude remark that he wanted to. He knew it was his fault. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he murmured. It was still before noon. He didn’t have to be too friendly yet. 

[townpersonbhitokayachi-blog]

Yachi had never been to such a fancy party before; the biggest event she had ever really attended was a relative’s wedding, and even then, she found Karasuno’s volleyball matches more important.

So here she was, wearing an elaborate dress, an ornate mask and heels out of all things. The outfit was definitely the most expensive and luxurious thing she had ever worn, and if the blonde had to be honest, she felt rather nervous wearing it. She never really liked wearing fancy clothes, mainly because they were too easily stained, and she felt uncomfortable when people stared, even if it was to appreciate the outfit. The mask didn’t make things better, in fact, it made it all the more unnerving. 

Unable to see any familiar faces in the crowd of well-dressed people, she made her way over to a nearby buffet table. The food definitely looked fit for a ball: delicate bite-sized cakes, fresh green salads, intricate sugar dusted desserts and even an entire roasted pig (the pig startled Yachi - didn’t those only appear on television?) 

While moving over to take a look at a dessert stand filled with raspberry macarons, a sudden twist in her ankle caused her to trip. With a massive yelp, she flailed backwards, stepping on part of her dress and accidentally pushing several party goers out of the way.

Did it have to be heels?! Panicking, Yachi grabbed onto someone and pulled herself up, her mask almost slipping off her face. Realising what she had done, she quickly took a step back, squeaking out a hasty apology.

“I-I’MSOSORRY!”

[bluefushimisaru]

Fushimi wasn’t a huge fan of big parties but this letter he received was rather enticing. He was curious and also suspicious as to what this event might entail. A masquerade ball? He never attended one before and to say the least he was a bit happy that his identity would be kept hidden behind his mask.

He arrived at the Yubari Central Park five minutes earlier than the time it said on the invitation for he wasn’t one to be late. He worn his mask, a navy dress coat, a grey sweater,a white dress shirt and a tie with dress pants since he figured it would be a formal event. He wondered who else he knew would also be attending and if he would be able identify who they were if they were to meet. Fushimi wasn’t wearing his glasses to this event since his mask wouldn’t fit on his face if he did. So of course he wears the contacts that he refuses to ever wear.  He clicks his tongue there were too many people already and the festivities barely started. As he walks towards the table with the food he accidentally bumps into someone. “Geez. Way to block the way” he says bitterly. He just wanted to get to the food.