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

[fucking_ebay]

Peter appears, appropriately enough, next to the bar. The long black coat he wears bears some passing resemblance to his old stage outfit, though his clothing tonight is more formal -- and more suave -- than his hyper-sexualized stage fashion of yore. His hair is tidy for once, slicked back above a long-nosed, skull-like mask, and his necklaces and rings could almost be said to be tasteful. Almost.

He watches the dancers out on the floor, his mouth set in a confused frown. A moment later, he turns to the bar, deciding that that, at least, is something familiar.

[stronglikebear]

Yuri tugs at the collar of his outfit. His mask is a simple black domino, and he looks more than a little uncomfortable dressed in heavy fabrics and furs. Why did he even come to this thing? He doesn't even see anyone he recognizes, and he can't even remember how he got in here.

"Excuse me," he says, reaching out to put a hand on the arm of someone passing by. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

Maybe he can find his way from there.

[alwaysalright]

Is a comment even necessary? The Doctor is not new to dressing up ridiculously to blend in somewhere. He's also wearing a mask that doesn't really do much to hide who he is. He's currently watching the dance from the sidelines, a glass of wine in hand.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine steps through a door and finds herself on the walkway above the dance floor, which is a far cry from the stable she was expecting. Nor is she wearing her usual attire, and she glances down in baffled admiration at her dress. It reminds her of the formal clothes she had to wear as a member of the Tortallan delegation: all subtle blues and greys, the better to match the wolf mask that has appeared on her head. She leans against the railing and fiddles idly with the sapphire bracelet around her wrist, trying to get her bearings.

[fragmentation]

Who knows where the rift got its inspiration for James's costume? Who even knows? But he's got a matching gold mask, and actually looks quite dapper for the occasion. He's also very inclined to dance, should anyone want to ask.

[bluesuit_handy]

Wherever the rift picked up the outfit in which it put James, it seems to have decided he needs a matching good fairy, pink dress and all. Unfortunately for Andrew, the obvious choice for the role is (apparently) James's pseudo-husband. His mask fails to hide his shame identity or even to properly match his dress.

Andrew can currently be found sneaking along the wall in search of a way out, blushing bright red under the mask.

[ham_tyler]

Tyler arrives in a James Bond type tuxedo, with a martini in his hand. He quickly drains off the alcohol, then goes into the wardrobe. He comes out wearing black jeans, a dark green pullover, and a black leather jacket. He feels under-dressed, though, because the dream world didn't give him any weapons. Tyler is very unhappy about that, but fortunately thinks this is an ordinary dream.

Anthropomorphized Miranda from Firefly/Serenity

[paxilonhydrochlorate]

It's beautiful here. A right fine shindig, as Daddy would say. Baba would yawn and pretend to care. But she's acquired some proper fancies and put a drink in hand.

She'll be good tonight. All sweet and proper, no matter the supple leather of her coat.

[theoldgirl]

Where the Doctor is, the TARDIS isn't far behind. She frowns down at the dress the telepathic current has chosen to adorn her projection with, thinking it's terribly unwieldy, but decides to stick with it for now anyway. She can always change if it gets annoying. At least her mask isn't bothersome. Now, are there imaginary snacks around here?

[antitimelord]

When Zagreus turns up like the proverbial bad penny, he does so in a three piece in black and gold that would be quite classy--if it weren't ostentatiously quartered and checked like a jester's. The belled mask seals the deal. He feels a bit foolish, no pun intended, but changing would be more trouble than it's worth and too close to admitting...something. Defeat, maybe. He gnabs a drink and stalks the upper walkway instead.

[edgar_sawtelle]

Edgar blinks in surprise at the opulent surroundings. He was headed somewhere - he remembers that much - and though he can't recall where exactly (the memory of it slips away like water through hands), he knows it wasn't here.

And he wasn't dressed like this.

A tentative poke at his face confirms that, yes, he is wearing a mask. And a cape, apparently. Taking the edge between his fingers, Edgar pulls the cape out to his side like a wing. It's nondescript black on the outside, but a deep green on the inside.

No. 6

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't trust his surroundings. It's too elegant and opulent to be something from the Western District, more like something from No. 6. Even on its nicest days, his theater isn't so polished. So, despite being in his stage dress as Ophelia, it doesn't feel right, nor does the mask he's suddenly acquired.

Like his namesake, Rat begins to search for a way to escape.

[aly_brighteyes]

There's a blue-haired sprite wandering around the masquerade. It feels familiar in a way that she can't explain, but she does feel perfectly at home dressed like a wandering player.

Oh if Mother saw her now, she would just squawk.

[thethirdwonder]

Cassie Sandsmark wasn't sure where she was, just that it was party. Universe hopping wasn't exactly new to her so she took it in stride as the junior super hero she was. The archer outfit she found herself in did cause a bit of a smile though. She wondered idly if Cissie was around to appreciate it, as well as any of her other friends, or if she was on her own.

She wandered about, careful to avoid people with her prop bow and arrow, Wonder Girl persona at the forefront. If she was going to get home, she first had to figure out how she got here and for what purpose was she brought. At least this time, it didn't involve baseball.

[bluesuit_hoofy]

"What?"

It's not so much that the little blue and white pony has never seen humans before. No, he's been long used to people who look like...well, people, of the non-equine variety. No, it's more the fact that he hasn't seen humans in several months. He looks down at himself sharply as if unsure what he'll find. When what he finds are mismatched furry forelegs and hooves, he lets out a long sigh of disappointment.

"Right, because hands would be too much to ask for. Oi --" he tries to catch the attention of someone nearby, not that it ought to be hard given his appearance. "Where are we and why am I still on four legs?"

He's quite a little pony, too. His head would only come up a bit above waist height on the average man. He also happens to be wearing a wizard robe and a Gryffindor scarf at the moment.

~fashionably late~

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel leans over the walkway, surveying the crowd below. He's arrived in Elizabethan garb. He's not too crazy about the breeches and hose, but the robe manages to be comfortable enough, and his mask sits neatly on his face. After a moment of watching, he pushes himself away from the rail and heads for the stair. Might as well mingle if there's a party to be had.

[thresh_prince]

Karkat looks pretty alarmed, but mostly over the recently unpunctured state of his thorax; the opulent surroundings haven't remotely sunk in yet. Remember when he hadn't been recently fucking stabbed? NEITHER DOES HE. Oh hey look at this giant room full of giant snazzily dressed assholes. If Karkat gnashes his teeth any harder people will probably be endangered by the shrapnel. At least he looks very dashing in his (ironic, gifted) 'Crabby Christmas' shirt and crabby pj pants.

[has_a_horn]

The party has not been doing Gabe any favors. In his eyes, he's solidly lost two friends that he's not sure were his friends to begin with. Even for him, that's bad luck for the space of less than an hour wandering about the place.

Now, he's very decidedly not moping by sitting at the side of the room and drinking. He's still in costume, but his mask sits neglected on the chair next to him.