Paper Faces on Parade

[applesaucemod]

The residents of Manhattan will once again find themselves drawn into the currents of the rift when they sleep tonight. Once again, too, the rift is drawing in people from other worlds, both those who might one day find themselves pulled through in waking life and those who might yet escape its grasp.

Tonight, it seems, a celebration is in order. The ballroom of a country manor is the setting for tonight's gathering. Wood and marble gleam in the gas lighting, and a bar at one end of the room provides the, ahem, social lubricant some guests may require. At the other end, a staircase leads to a walkway that runs the entire parameter of the room, allowing guests to watch the dancing from above. While the party is localized in the ballroom, who knows what secret passages and hidden ways a grand old house like this one might conceal?

Those who appear here will find themselves wearing a disguise on arrival. Should the rift cause one to appear in a costume not of their liking (as it is fairly likely to do), an enormous wardrobe can be found through a door near the bar. In it, guests will find a seemingly infinite assortment of costumes and masks of all sizes and varieties ready for their use.


[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no, and players can choose whether to have their characters remember this in the morning.]

Comments

[aly_brighteyes]

"Well I didn't find out either way. When they captured me, I had my head shaved." Aly flaps a hand at Aunt Daine before she can fuss, "It's grown back nicely, though."

[wildmage_daine]

The urge to fuss is fairly strong, for all that she knows Aly is perfectly all right. Knowing she's fine doesn't really make it easier to hear some of the less pleasant details of her ordeal. Honestly, Kyprioth's brand of meddling makes the Graveyard Hag look fair sweet by comparison.

"So it has," she says with a little sigh. In the interest of not fussing, she asks, "Enjoying the party?"

[aly_brighteyes]

As far as Aly's concerned, they did her a favor. The shaved head had made her look odd and troublesome and not to be bothered. And it had been blessedly cool in the hot, sticky summers.

"I am! Are you?"

[wildmage_daine]

"Yes," Daine says, a little surprised to find it's the truth. This still really isn't her sort of party, but she likes her wolf mask, and exploring the rest of the house has been fun. "This isn't my favorite room, though."

[aly_brighteyes]

"I have to say, I really appreciate the drama and the intrigue," Aly admits, bowing again. "And the dresses."

[wildmage_daine]

"I could do with less drama and intrigue," Daine says, wrinkling her nose. "Though I like my mask, at least."

[aly_brighteyes]

She grins, "Masks are always fun." Even when they're not on her face.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine doesn't miss the implication, and she gives Aly a rueful smile. "I think you wear them better than I do."

[aly_brighteyes]

"You can thank my Da for that," Aly says, smiling. Trick plays along as well, reshaping itself into a more ornate necklace.

"Pretending fun!"