Maple's Landing - A Harvest Moon RP -> [F] Masquerade


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Years ago, the tiny town of Maple’s Landing was an amazing sight. Bustling with activity, it seemed as though the land had received the Harvest Queen’s blessed touch; and it had.

Blissful life took a turn for the worse over a decade ago, when a great Calamity touched the land. Horrified by the events, the people rebuffed their Queen. Saddened by her people's snubbing, she put herself into a deep sleep and the land withered. Now, the town is tasked with saving their homeland before it's too late.

Join the townspeople in their arduous task and enjoy life in the meantime, form bonds, find love and live!

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july 2017

FESTIVALS & EVENTS

AUT. 15 [6/29] | Moonviewing Festival
The one night of the year where the moon is at its most gorgeous and full! Grab a friend (or lover) and enjoy some stargazing.

AUT. 22 [7/13] | Masquerade
Intrigue and mystery fill the air at this festival! The villagers try their best to hide their identities behind costume finery that are not removed until midnight in a grand reveal. This year's theme is In-Game Lore, History, and Culture!


Skin: toadstools, with input from all of staff!
Graphics: DayDreamer, Mona, & Half Alive Ice
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 [F] Masquerade, Year 8!
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 Posted: Jul 12 2017, 11:31 PM
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COME ONE, COME ALL...


Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain
Here we are with the desperate youth and pain
Maybe it's called ambition... You've been talking in your sleep
About a dream
We're awakening





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DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
You are hereby invited to join all manner of myths and legends at the Masquerade Ball

Town Hall
At dusk
Autumn 22nd

PLEASE REMEMBER:
A costume is required for entry.
All masks must be worn until midnight.

The theme this year is : World Legends & Lore




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The old wooden exterior of the town hall seems to be giving off an ethereal glow tonight, providing a safe haven for the most powerful beings in all of creation. Some are gods or goddesses, and some are the incarnations of the most precious traditions that the Landing holds dear.

Two tall men guard the entryway, clothed in robes that hearken back to priests of old, and in their hands are wooden staffs, ready to be used as weapons if necessary. All costumed attendees brave enough to enter the ballroom, however, are greeted with a bow from both guards. Such is to be expected of anyone welcoming legendary figures into the humble hall.

The ballroom itself is split into three main 'parlors' - the dance floor and bar gives entry to the Ball. The entire area, as vast and open as the sky, is lit by lanterns shaped like the sun, the moon, stars, and clouds. In the back-center of the room is a large tree, its canopy stretching along the ceiling and its roots cropping up all over the furniture towards the edges of the ballroom. The tree seems to give off a glow all its own, as if a great power rests within. The dance floor is kept clear, where all manner of mythical beings are free to twirl amongst the heavens. Nearby, a band of musicians play solemnly, all of them looking rather humbled to be in the presence of such powerful deities. They would be honored to play a song for any of the mythological creatures...

Not too far from there, another mans the open bar, flashing newcomers a toothy grin as he slides their drinks along the counter top. If there's one thing that is liked across the galaxies, it's alcohol.

Grand archways lead to the dining room, where round tables are covered in what look like clouds, and tree roots seem to stretch up from the ground, wrapping around the table legs. Waiters wander across the room, offering appetizers to any of the revered beings present.

The final room appears to be a type of lounge. Another bartender serves here, but the room is much quieter and relaxed - from here, the balcony is open for anyone looking for fresh air, or perhaps gaze out upon the land. The room is marked by giant cushions on the ground, shaped like fluffy clouds. There is one area in particular that seems to catch the most attention - a circle of cushions set up around a small sign that reads: Spin the Bottle.



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COSTUME CONTEST
------ As per tradition, the family hosting the masquerade is also hosting a costume contest! All attendees are permitted to enter for the chance to win a one of a kind prize! If interested, the attendee must add their names to the list and hope for the votes to roll in!

THIS IS A WRITING CONTEST. All entrants must write a description of their costume. Be sure to bold and color the entry. Alternatively, you may put the entry in espoilers.
• Art is not accepted for an entry and will be removed from the final entries.

EXAMPLE ENTRY:
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Johnny wore is favorite super hero costume to the party. He wore this every day, but this was a special day.

It had a flowing red cape, tights, and a mask!


This years prize is shrouded in mystery... But the Maple family insists that it will be blessed indeed!



MUSICAL REQUEST
------ It seems that the hired band for tonight's Ball are a master of music and know a ton of songs! If there's something you'd like to hear or dance to, please request it!
THE OPEN DJ SET UP IS EASY TO USE - just roleplay your character putting a request through to the band; then provide a youtube video of the song they have requested!



SPIN THE BOTTLE
------ Somebody in the lounge area set up a game of Spin the Bottle... are you brave enough to play? Only FOUR people can sit around the lounge at a time, but anyone is free to come or go as they please!
TO PLAY, have your character enter the lounge and play - please put these actions in bold! Once enough players have accumulated, the first to arrive "spins the bottle" using an adjustable spinner (link below).
• Turn order is dictated by arrival!
• Use the adjustable spinner here. You may edit character names in as wanted : http://illuminations.nctm.org/adjustablespinner/

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In the interest of time, festivals are being treated as a 'speed posting' event! You are welcome to write as you normally do, but posts between 150-400 words are welcomed and encouraged!
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Much like the start of every year, the Sunrise was one of the first to enter the Masquerade. They wore a long, shapeless gown that started as completely black at the bottom of the skirt, but as it went up, the colors began to lighten and brighten, emulating the morning sky as the sun rose. Their hair was pulled back, and on their face was a half-sun mask, completeting their costume. It was very basic, in the Sunrise's opinion, but also perfect to them at the same time cause the sunrise didn't need to be grand, it just needed to be.

They glided into the town hall, unsure of where to start or what they should do. There wasn't many other patrons here yet, so perhaps they could just...stand there and be radiant? The highlight of the room? A real ray of sunshine?

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Tomato had to admit he had been looking forward to this festival possibly far too much, the concept of it exactly his style. It would only be more fun if he had the freedom to make the costume he actually wished for, but tapping into the spirit of it all wasn't so bad really.

While the theme he was saddled with was a bet that had not fallen in his favor he made it work. His costume didn't have the round fullness that one usually associated with a squishy, overripe tomato, but he was sure to get the color that luscious vivid red, the spandex bodysuit leaving little to the imagination of every curve of his body. His mask was shaped like the top of a tomato, green twist tie "stems" a frilly fringe that lined the top of his mask. He carried with him a small satchel filled to the brim with small packets of ketchup, intending to bust them open on every person he bumped into during the party, truly "embracing" his fruit form.

It wasn't his best work, but considering the circumstance he didn't feel the inclination to put much effort anyway so Tomato was pleased enough with his work.

Entering Town Hall, he glanced around the room trying to decide just what to do now. Getting plastered seemed like a good idea but he would refrain for now, but he did at least grab one glass of beer before wandering around. A small lounge area caught his interest soon enough, a sign explained its purpose.

Spin the bottle?

Was this for real?

He ducked into the room immediately, ready to make up for lost make out time that his dorktacular teen years denied him.

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The Fine China Tea Set
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A gentle clinking sound of lightly clattering china announced the entrance of a regal looking lady, a chuckle gaily falling out of her throat as the guards at the front door bowed to her. My, what lengths they went to this year to make the guests feel at home! After all, it wasn't often that these mystical phantoms got to come out and play in plain sight. She arrived early so as not to miss a single second of any of the night's festivities and scoped out the many rooms laid out for their enjoyment. Ah yes, the wide open dance floor, the tasty looking hors d'oeuvres, the oh-so-possibly scandalous game set up in a corner room – oh this was going to be simply marvelous!

Taking a sip from her teacup, the gallant lady parked herself squarely at the center of activity, planing to make note of every guest that walked through the door and where they went. After all, what was a party without a little dramatic flare and gossip, tea or not?

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A gorgeous woman enters the ball with grace and confidence, perfectly ready to enjoy this lovely evening with her fellow famed magical companions. She is dressed like the royalty she is, dipped head-to-toe in gold and lace and ribbons, starting at her platinum blonde curls done up in a pouf like Francaisse queens of old featuring a freshly plucked tea rose. Her skin, milky white and dusted with powder, lends itself to a glowing and somewhat ghostly aura she gives off. But fellow guests are put at ease by her ruby red smile and dazzling laughter despite the sharp crimson mask covering her eyes.

The dress she wears, while certainly inspired by centuries-old court fashion, has been intentionally updated – namely shortened – to be more suited to the current fashions. Its low square neckline proves she isn’t shy about displaying her feminine features, a corseted bodice accentuating her waist and bust to an extreme level. The dress itself is ornate and grand, a pastel green with intriate golden brocade and swirling patterns, the stomacher lined crisply with white and gold coreseted stitching. A huge golden ribbon is tied around her waist and drawn into a bow at her back, and a glistening train of layered fabric waterfalls below, the ends sweeping just below her ankle. The skirt of the dress billows up on both sides as if inflated thanks to some unseen panniers, revealing a pure white petticoat in the center nestled between the green brocade fabric on both sides. One sleeve of the woman’s dress is gold, the other white, both meeting a lace cuff and bow midway down the forearm. This effect, paired with the shape of the dress’ skirt, gives the illusion of a teapot if the woman were to place one arm on her hips and the other out to one side.

As the dress and petticoat are cropped at the woman’s thighs, the long legs below are quite visible. Thigh-high white stockings trimmed with lace and ribbons lead down to some sensible golden heels. As a permanent accessory, the lady carries in her one hand a matching green and gold teacup and saucer, no doubt passed down through the generations. At first glance one might suspect she was drinking tea, of course, but who knows? Anything is possible at the Masquerade.

Ha ha ha… wonderful, darling!

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He had to be here.

You know, him. The one. The one she was meant to be with; her future, the light of her life, that she was inexplicably bound to. The star-crossed lover could feel it.

She looked as if she stepped from the pages of a comic book; her clothing and body poised just so, as if she were caught in a perpetual sudden wind; as if she'd spun around at the right moment and caught eyes with her soul-mate. Her dress was simple, a normal fit-and-flair variety as if she were just planning a normal outing to the grocery store – the deep purple jewel tone struck beautifully against her pale skin, the pleasing floral pattern playful to the eye. The skirt of the dress seemed to sweep to the left, stiffly posed; as did the leather bag she had looped around her left shoulder. It too was wired to look as if it were in motion. Her long legs were complimented by back-seamed nylons and a pair of charming winged saddle-heels. Her legs themselves were dotted to give comic-book dimensions, with stark black lines placed along the joints of her knees and the length of her calf – she'd stepped right out of the pages of a story to meet him!

The star-crossed lover's face was obstructed slightly by her hair – long, blonde and curled, small pieces crossed over her face to block portions of her features as if it were a mask It was styled carefully, pinned in the back with a peculiar-shaped clip... was that a ladle? Her bangs dared to obscure an eye – bright blue, and seemingly irritated like she'd been crying. She was painted there, as well – her nose and the length of her jaw delicately detailed with black lines, subtle dotting coming to add more dimension across the hollow of her cheek. Her eyes were dramatic when visible., seemingly brimming with tears, the long black lashes shining with fresh wetness. Her lips, unfurled in a constant sigh, were a bright, cherry red.


She scoped the room desperately, her thin fingers wringing themselves – he was here, or going to be here, certainly. But where? She found solace in something familiar.

”Haven't I seen you a million times before?” She asked, to the light in the sky.



@the first sunrise

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the sheet ghost had been there all along, rising up from a chair as if they'd just been draped over it. who knows when they arrived or why, or how long they'd been there. they could've been there the whole time, a forgotten artifact of the house.

because thats what they were – a white, animated sheet. or maybe a ghost. honestly, it was all very unclear, and maybe a bit unimaginative. but these sorts of things always are.

approaching the spin-the-bottle table, sheet ghost sat down beside another disturbing costumed object. this would make for a very strange game.

”theres only two things here. what a terrible night.”


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The Artiste started with the elegant tree's roots, ten of them in all, looking as though they were extending from what had once been human toes, though underneath, the reality was a pair of thongs, the "roots" attached by brown fabric. Then, the tree trunk,a shimmering, stretchy dark brown leotard that covered the wearer from ankles to head, allowing only the face to be visible. The rough bark effect had been made by candlewicking, an old quilting technique, which gave the illusion of a rough, gnarled, bark-like appearance in this case, to the entire costume. 

Hand flaps of the same material as the feet had been sewn, with five small "branches" extending from each hand, while unbeknownst to the viewer, small slits inside the knuckles interior allowed the fingers freedom of independent movement from the "branches". A few leaves on the lower arms of the costume, slowly twined their way from elbows to the hands, where more leaves had been applied. 

The crowning achievement, by far, though, was the extravagant headdress! The Artiste had truly outdone themselves here!! Shaping pieces of wire, some as thick as an inch in diameter, all the way to pieces of tiny green florist wire, was then covered in batting, to form branches, and finally, each one clad in the glimmering brown leotard fabric. An explosion of delicate, sparkling, gossamer-like rainbow colored foliage was then placed and sewn on carefully, meticulously, each leaf by hand, until it became a riotous explosion of glowing, radiant rainbow color!

Once The Artiste was satisfied, then work on the mask began. Using extravagantly tooled red leather, they made the mask's base, designed to attach to the headdress for ease of wear, had holes for eyes, but covered the forehead, cheekbones, and nose to just above the nostrils, leaving the remainder of the face free. 

The Artiste then added beautifully dyed feathers to the form, in rich plum, peacock blue, and vivid green. Glass jewels in deep red ruby, emerald green, and cobalt blue were then set in clusters around the outer edges of the eyes, forehead, and hairline, and finally, small, delicate fire opal beads were secured one tiny, precious bead at a time, around the border of the eye holes, and the border of the entire mask. When done, the final effect was breathtakingly gorgeous! A stunning, exotic bird, glistening, glowing and sparkling! The mask, effortlessly catching the light in so many various ways, and with every movement the wearer made!

 The moment of truth came after The Artiste had slipped into the figure hugging leotard, put on the shoes, the hands, and finally, standing before the full-length mirror in full costume, carefully slipped on the headdress and mask...

Gone was the human form, and in its place stood...Phinae's beautiful, amazing, otherworldly rainbow tree!


Arriving at the ballroom entrance, they were amazed at the wonderful transformation of the humble hall! Hats off to the decorating team, whoever they were! Passing by the bowing and welcoming guards, they entered the dance floor amid some others, one of the first to arrive, and decided to go into the bar and start things off with a cool drink to relax the nerves...
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With hooves pressed nervously together, Plumbuns entered the party and slowly looked this way and that, unsure of where to go. The other things here all looked so foreign and intimidating, and certainly no children to play with. It plods quietly around the edges of the party, staring off dumbly at the other guests.

This gigantic living toy cuts an odd figure against the background of lithe and radiant figures of the legendary creatures all around. In some strange twist of fate, not only was this plush horse brought to life, but transfigured to the height of a human, albeit not a very tall one. Its body is stitched together haphazardly with striking purple fabric, soft and shaggy but having seen years of wear through playtime. Beneath the purple fur, the body seems stuffed lovingly, giving it a plump belly and squishy limbs that make for incredible hugs. The hooves, a stone gray color, are also of a fabric material instead of the hard cartilage one would normally expect of a horse.

The horse’s head is perhaps a bit too large for its body and tends to droop lazily downward, the pointed ears on its head at full attention. Its mouth hangs open slightly (if only for someone to see out of), and if one gets close enough, a soft neighing can be heard from inside. The mane of the horse is snowy, once white and now a cloudy gray to match its matted tail. Perhaps most unsettling about this being is its huge black button eyes, hastily sewn onto the head and looking out blankly at those around it. The way the stuffed animal walks about the floor, hanging low its head, those beady black eyes constantly watching, it’s understandable how one might think they were being followed…


Suddenly, though, Plumbuns spotted someone it was sure it recognized – the lovely tree of the Goddess Phinae! The sight of her rainbow colored leaves gave the horse great comfort, and so it clumsily made its way toward her and sidled up to her at the bar where she had planted her roots. "N-neigh…" Plumbuns brayed in her direction, its button eyes leering at the tree harshly.
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"Young man, it is because of the pureness of
your love that the goddess has answered your prayers.
Never forget that it is this selflessness that will bring
both you and your loved ones happiness..."



Gliding along the cobblestone streets like a ghost, the Spirit of the Bluebird from Landing's own legend made her way to the annual Masquerade Ball. Her gown, covered in shimmering feathers, dragged the ground and covered her feet, furthering the illusion that she was merely floating along as she moved, and the long fabric stretched up around her sleeves like long capes. They were her magnificent wings, which she kept tucked close to herself for the time being, but when she raised her limbs, oh what a sight it was to behold her in all of her splendor. Upon her face was a mask of blue lace, accented with white filigree to look like wisps of smoke, and around her ring finger she wore a ring with a small but iconic Blue Feather, representing the eternal love and commitment that she would bless all those who came to her with. It was hers to give, as well as hers to withhold. Her final prop was a fan, made of more feathers, naturally, and accented with pearls and lace. When she held it behind her back just right it looked quite like a bird’s tail.

Madam Bluebird swept past the guards and into the ballroom, ready to grace those in attendance with her presence. She gave the room a cursory glance as she noted that the decor, though far from unpleasant, was laughably parse compared to what she was accustomed to. She cared not for the glittering lights or the atmospheric props scattered throughout the town hall, and instead set her sights on the people mingling with one another. How many of them would hope to find love tonight? How many would silently pray for her to grant them their heart's desire and give them the ultimate gift to give their beloved? Only time would tell, and Madam Bluebird was prepared to stay for as long as the party thrived.

Her movements slow and steady, she floated past a few deities, flashing them a mischievous smile as she went, as if she held some sort of secret that they would have to uncover for themselves, if only they were bold enough to try. She was prepared to position herself towards the center of the room to lie in wait for someone to reverently approach when an extravagant, robust, and ornate figure caught her eye.

“My! What an interesting choice of attire. Very… unique.” Well, that wasn’t her first choice of words. ‘Tawdry’ was more like it. "I must know, what are you supposed to be?"


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Perhaps he was a bit of a strange depiction of the solemn festival known as Firefly Night. Perhaps some people expected a girl to try to capture the grace and elegance of something so beautiful as the fireflies on a summer evening, or an old man to represent the thought of passing from one life into another, as the festival brought such things to mind. Perhaps he was going to look terribly out of place among the gods and goddesses loitering in the hall, but he really didn't care. It was time to SHINE, so to speak.

And shine he would, for he'd been careful to make sure his entire costume would sparkle in the low light. His dress shirt, pants, and cape were all colored a deep navy blue, and small sequins of gold and white twinkled as he moved. He carried with him a jar which looked to be filled with fireflies, none of which were real, of course, he couldn't very well find any out at this time of year, and around his waist dangled a wax candle, meant to be lit in honor of those who had passed away. His mask was a gradient of blue and white, fading from one color to the other in wisps like a ghostly spirit, meant to show the passing from one life to the next. It was all a bit eerie, he knew, but he thought it made him even more unique.

He was a bit startled by the guards outside the doors, who bowed to him as he passed by, and he found himself starstruck when he laid eyes on the pretty decor of the place. It looked as though the Harvest Goddess' own tree had uprooted and come to the hall, but that was clearly not the case. Still, it felt like a small slice of heaven, and Firefly made his way across the ballroom, picking up a few appetizers off of some passing trays as he went. He briefly considered making his way over to the bar, but he had a feeling he would be chased off before he had the chance to do much there, and so he chose to sit and wait for some excitement to come his way.
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The lady in green watched hungrily as more and more stunning individuals drifted past, and with each passing mask she longed to know more about the origins of their costumes. Where did they get all that creativity from? Her gaze lingered on that mysterious little parlor with the luxurious sofas and the bottle game, but her attention was diverted when a strutting peacock of a woman drew near.

The tea set incarnate brightened as she took in the extravagant getup, wondering where in the world she could have found so many feathers that glorious shade of azure. But the moment she was within speaking distance, the subtle sneer she wore on her lips read loud and clear what this big bird thought of her own brilliant costume. “My! What an interesting choice of attire. Very… unique. I must know, what are you supposed to be?" At first the blonde scoffed to herself, then broke out in rolls of giddy laughter as if this woman had told the funniest joke she'd ever heard in her life.

"Oh my, well thank you, my dear. It is rather ravishing, isn't it? I spared no expense for the occasion, I assure you." Holding her cup in saucer deftly with one hand, the other found its way to her overly wide hip and demonstrated her outfits ingenious illusion. "You mustn't have ever received an invite to one of my delightful parties, my dear, or else you would know I am none other than the wonderful Fine China Tea Set. They're all the rage, darling." Yes, she could understand why miss Bluebird wouldn't have heard of her enthralling tea parties, only the highest class of ladies would attend!

Returning to her 'tea' and sipping daintily, she simpered at the bird and commented, "I know exactly what you are, though. The famous Bluebird, of course. Held in high regard by all the lovers in town." Personally, she was more a fan of watching relationships blow up and the dirt aftermath that followed, but she supposed that without that love in the first place there wouldn't be hardly a spat to gossip about in the first place. "I'm sure your blessing will be very popular tonight, my dear. I've heard these Balls tend to end in the juiciest of trysts most of the time…" Of course, those were just rumors she'd heard in the past, but there had to be some truth to all the talk Masquerade tended to generate.

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Little Dove was quite excited at the prospect of a Masquerade. She'd never attended anything so fancy before and really hoped she didn't seem out of place. Behind her mask, her eyes were alight at the sight of the decorations, thinking them the most wonderful as she stepped into the main ballroom. She looked around at all the other lores and legends that had already arrived and eyes widened as she took in each intricate costume.

A bit nervously, she adjusted her feathered mask, to sit a bit more comfortably on her face. Her own costume was all white, as it should be, with the top portion was like a shawl that wrapped all around her shoulders, with feathers coming up her neckline and flaring out. Below that, her corset bodice fit to her body snugly, with a white tulle skirt flowing down to just below her mid-thigh. Underneath layered a white petticoat, letting it flare out nice around her. The back end of the dress, the tulle was much longer with feathers attached, falling to the floor like a tail, for that is exactly what it was. Knee-high white socks covered most of her legs as she balanced on 3" white heels. Her arms were covered in a sheer fabric that went all the way to her wrists, with both her middle fingers adorned in a white ring attached to yet more fabric. Even without her lifting her arms, it is quite easy to see the layers of feathers that hung from her bodice. It is obvious that were she to lift her arms, she would be ready for flight, as those were her wings, hidden for now. To finish off her look, her lips were even painted in white.

Placing a hand on her chest, Dove looked around a bit more, wondering where to go first. Her eyes spotted the bar, but not being much of a drinker, decided to simply grab a few of those appetizers that were being passed around before finding a place to just kind of... watch for a while. She weaved through the crowds and eventually made it over near a gentleman who seemed to be doing the same thing as her. Just watching.

As she passed him, she offered him a small smile as she looked over his costume. Curious, she couldn't help but ask, "And what might you be representing?" It wasn't polite to simply assume, though she supposed she could guess.


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Phinae's Tree sat in the bar watching others arrive and begin to mill around, some had seemingly recognized others, or had just started gathering here and there, perhaps, accidentally forming groups. The cool drink the tree nursed had certainly settled the nerves and as the tree sat there, it became more relaxed and really started enjoying even the looks and stares of those trying to ferret out its secret!

As it gazed once more around the room, its leaves a shimmering, sparkling mass of color, its eyes fell upon the most forlorn-looking little lilac horse it had ever seen. "Forlorn, perhaps..." thought the tree, but it was that same look that made it so very endearing!!

It made its wiggly-waggly way over and slowly sidled up under the tree's graceful branches, unsure of its reception. The tree smiled widely and nodded a greeting and the little horse sat down, then the tree said sincerely,"You're so cute! What a sweet little horsey you are! If I remember correctly, we both belong to Phinae! Come and be welcome under my rainbow branches, little one, and have a glass of wine or something with me and we'll talk a while?"

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A masquerade ball wasn't the top of the Vigilante's priority list but it was a necessary evil to accomplish her goals. Whether those belonged with her long term mission or the short term obstacles that were in her way currently she didn't wish to say.

Whatever it was, the party would serve a means to an end and it was with this picture in mind she had prepared for this event thoroughly as she could. Investing in an expensive and frankly uncomfortable leather corset with brass details and buckles along the front and sides, Vigilante paired it together with a silky bolero jacket that was clasped together with a belt that rested comfortably on her collar bone. An elaborate bag hung loosely from her hip, attached to her right leg with another series of belts that were left loose. A pair of well worn jeans and chunky heels finished off the ensemble, clearly not the best matching for her outfit but something no one told aspiring anti-hero crime fighters was how much it cost to make these outfits POP! The look still screamed 'butt kicking independent WOOOMAN' regardless of the quality of the rest of the outfit but the Vigilante wasn't so sure she would be able to keep up the same facade in attitude for long.

Ah, well, it wasn't like she needed to be particularly cool or aloof or angsty or whatever other eDgY emotion was attached with vigilantism, as the Vigilante supposed she wouldn't be coming face to face with her arch nemesis tonight anyway--unless the Fox Spirit would dare show their face here tonight. Like they would dare, the coward! The very thought of seeing the Spirit made Vigilante shake her fist weakly and... wish she was better at acting.

What was more important was that the Vigilante get plenty of pictures of the masquerade... For, uh, research into whatever her goals were whether short term or long term or both. Soon as she hit the entryway of Town Hall she slipped a hand into her little leather pouch and procured her instant camera and began taking shots of the crowd in general and close ups of various costumes--with permission sometimes--taking particular interest in a beautiful rendition of what she assumed was Phinae's tree and a... giant stuff horse? She was both enchanted and repulsed by the latter, barely refraining from petting the velvety face of the horse before making her rounds again.

The blinding flash of her camera followed her across the room, with the Vigilante being sure to shake each new photo vigorously before she shoved them into a special pocket in her bag. Standing off in the corner closest to the dance floor, she hid off to the side, her latest "masterpiece" taking forever to develop. She could only hope it would be worth it.

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The sound of the mayor's loafers boots clown shoes echoed around town hall as he stepped into his own turf. Yes, he was happy to be back in his lovely home, and while he was here, he had one goal in mind: to quench his extreme thirst and find himself a wife. He took two steps into the hall before screeching a self-important

"HELLO, MY FAIR CITIZENS! YOUR MAYOR SPEAKS!"


in a voice that sounded akin to a hoarse teenage girl attempting to sound like Morry the Yule sprite. "I wish for you all to enjoy the festival, because you never know when it might be your last. I do enjoy spoiling everyone's fun, after all!"

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The mayor looked absolutely ridiculous. His shoes were literally red and white clown shoes, his brown hair was piled high on his head in something that looked more akin to the Leaning Tower of Pisa than it did a pompadour. His tomato red suit was so oversized that it looked like a colorful tomato (not potato, there's a difference) sack, which was really saying something because this mayor was not skinny in the slightest. Instead of a proper mask, the mayor had chosen to wear a pair of disguise glasses with eyebrows, a large nose, and a mustache all attached. A small red top hat was pinned to the mayor's tower of hair and threatened to fall off at any moment.


"Time to go find me a new wife who will make me a sandwich!" he announced to no one in particular before he jaunted over to the lounge where he heard there would be a game of spin-the-bottle. It was a childish game that only sexually promiscuous younglings and desperate social pariahs played. Surely, he would fit right in.

He nearly tripped over his clown shoes as he entered the room. "I do hope no one saw that. Hello, hello, my dear ghost spirit person and-" he paused as he laid eyes on the juiciest, ripest tomato he had ever seen... So beautiful... So delicious... So... tomatoey.

A small girlish squeak escaped the mayor, and he quickly cleared his throat in order to continue using the voice his persona required. "And my wonderful tomato... I am the illustrious, the exuberant, the euphoric, the ardent Mayor Tycho Edward Maple, III, esquire (probably). A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Mayor Tycho didn't meant to straight up ignore the spirit in his presence, but everyone knew how much the mayor LOVED tomatoes.
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