The Balladeer knows right away this is a dream, because he would never choose a costume like this.

It is a bit ironically fitting; he tugs away the black hood obscuring his face and studies the scythe in his hands with an incredulous snort. "Funny. Veeeery funny." It feels too heavy to be plastic, and suddenly he's not quite willing to test the blade. Maybe he should just keep this with him. He doesn't want just anyone running around with it.

Anyway, it'd be rude to clutter up the party! He's never been to a costume party before! The costume choice isn't enough to put him off, and he merrily wades into the ballroom, careful to avoid smacking anybody with the scythe tucked under his arm. There's dancing! And punch! This should be a fun dream!