The Black Masquerade~ 2018 *Closed*
|Black Masquerade||On the right hand side of the main club, a darkened room is guarded by Bael, the demon bouncer. Above the entrance way is a subtle, obsidian sign, glowing with lava, indicating the name of the VIP lounge.
The Devil’s Edge.
It was a perfect name, at least the King of all Demons thought so. And so, in favor of the Crossroads, Lucifer himself worked his magic, pushed from the depths of Hell a cavernous room, forged by the lava that flowed through his burning lakes to create a worthy VIP room of the Crossroads. Basalt in entirety, obsidian stalactites hung from the ceiling while stalagmites of equal fortitude erupted from the floors. The walls were infused the bright orange lava, the same from the sign, which provided the lighting for the room. Booths and lounges were covered in black leather and each table and counter top was made of the same obsidian rock that hung from the ceiling.
A small bar area is available for those to help themselves, but be careful…you may not be able to leave if you eat something from this room.
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|Black Masquerade||~*~Black Masquerade Rules~*~
First and foremost, all Crossroads rules apply.
Since this is an anonymous thread, we ask that you title each post with your costume. So if you're going as a pink bunny, your posts should start with something along the lines of:
The Pink Bunny
And follow that with your post.
(Note: we do allow a small picture at the top of the post, so long as you still describe your costume. This is a writing site after all!)
Remember to stay in the character of your costume the whole time! The point is for no one to know who you are! As with any thread, one liners are greatly discouraged.
Most importantly: Have fun!
***This thread will be open from October 27th until November 5th, so you have plenty of time to join and interact with everyone!***
|September 29, 2018 17:09|
|Black Masquerade||The Devil's Edge sets the perfect atmosphere for the Black Masquerade, leaving very little needed in decorations, only leaving the lounge to expand to accommodate that it is, for this night, open to the public. Spider webs were placed in the corners, fake—yet oddly real looking—spiders handing from the webs. Bats will occasionally fly around the ceiling, but don’t worry they won’t bother you! A small layer of fog covers the floor, so be careful, you never know what might be lurking around your feet.
Along with the music that will be constantly playing, scream tracks and other haunting sounds to randomly play during the night.
At the bar and each of the tables, is the menu, as well as a list of what can be won throughout the night.
Best Couple Costume (2 people)
Best Group Costume (3+ people)
Best Elder Impersonation
Best Male Costume
Best Female Costume
Best Overall Costume
If there are at least five participants:
1 1000BM draw.
For every additional 5 participants, an additional draw will be done for 1000BM
Plus! Every costume will be numbered and there will be 5 names drawn for the following Prize Pack:
500BM, 100K Cash, 1 Zombie, 100 minion tokens
Then, for anyone who participates on Halloween will be entered to win a Donation Pack #1, very generously offered by Lisbeth.
300BM for making a minimum of three posts (Must be in costume).
An additional 50BM per post after five.
**Posts must be more than one liners**
|October 08, 2018 22:22|
|Black Masquerade||The Hostess
She made sure all the final touches of the room were complete. Each table had a menu, the music was ready, and food and drinks were being prepped. The clock ticked down ever so slowly. It was her favorite time of year. She loved seeing all the costumes and enjoyed the carefree interactions, even if it was only for a short while before everyone went back to being enemies.
|October 26, 2018 23:53|
|Black Masquerade||The Hostess
Finally, it was time. The clock struck midnight and she opened the doors, allowing guests access.
They would, of course, be checked by the bouncers. No real weapons allowed. And they wouldn't be able to use any magic either, thanks to a spell cast on the club.
She would great each guess as they entered, taking note of every costume for the prizes later on.
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|Black Masquerade||Poison Ivy
Halloween used to be the girl’s favorite time of year for reasons not like most. Now, she was a bit more melancholy about it. She wanted to get out and have fun though, so she dug out a costume she had once worn to a masquerade the last time she was here. It was one of her favorite costumes and she felt like she related to the character in more ways than one.
She slipped into a strapless green leotard that was covered in leaves. Green ankle boots covered her feet. She teased her hair with a hairspray that also served as a temporary red hair dye. A green masquerade mask, also adorned with leaves, was secured to her face. She touched up some make up and finished the look with a deep red lipstick.
Ivy arrived at the club, got searched and made her way in. It had changed since the last time she had been there, but she was really digging the atmosphere. A quick look around showed that only one other costumed figure had arrived. The rest of the folks appeared to be staff.
She took a seat at a table somewhat close to the Grim Reaper. Close enough to be heard over the music, she hoped, “I hope you're not looking to collect tonight,” she joked.
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|Black Masquerade||Fred Flintstone
Before walking in, Fred straightened his one piece orange and black patterned pull over. His blue makeshift tie was almost too tight around his neck. He wasn’t too fond of the decision to wear huge shoes resembling feet, although it was better than showing off his big hairy Hobbit like feet. At first glance, Fred was immediately impressed by the set up. The blinding lava and the smell of black leather set the mood for what he thought will be an exciting and eventful soiree. Cool, the Grim Reaper is here. The dude almost looks real. I think I’m going avoid making eye contact with that guy tonight. He proceeded forward into the club and accidentally kicked a few chairs. These darn shoes are going to be the death of me, I can feel it.
Starting off slow wasn’t what he intended; after all it’s a party, and he thought the open bar was an brilliant idea. He took extra-long exaggerated steps to avoid kicking anything or anybody. Out of his peripheral he noticed the green beauty hanging out on the other side of the room. Oh my, strapless green leotards. Suddenly, I’m hungry for a salad. Damn and she’s got some junk in the trunk. Hoping to avoid making a fool of himself, he takes even longer steps. Yet again, a chair falls to the ground and a table squeaks across the floor. Okay, okay, just walk normal. I’m sure by now the Medussa chick probably thinks I’m a moron.
At the bar he helps himself to a couple Zombie Slime Shooters and chased them both down with a shot of Black Widow. Fred squinted at the hand gestures the bouncer was making. Using his index and middle finger the bouncer pointed at his eye and quickly pointed at Fred as to say that he has his eyes on him. With a nod and a thumbs up, Fred assured the bouncer that everything was okay.
Mixing a martini he noticed beauty at its purest form. A red head in the white who shined brighter than the glowing walls. His heart skipped a beat and it seemed to melt away. What a coincidence it is that someone would be dressed as Wilma and I as Fred. Perhaps I’ll go over and introduce myself.
Fred made his way through the obstacle course of tables and chairs being careful to not them over.
|October 28, 2018 14:50|
|Black Masquerade||The Fox sipped happily on her Vampire Kiss Martini she ordered from the bar. There were more than enough festive choices but this one caught her eye. A few more of those and she would be set for the majority of the night. There was only a handful of guests so far, but she expected there to be a larger turn out as the night continued.
Her eyes locked on a woman dressed as Medusa sitting not too far away from her. She had ordered the same drink, maybe that was an opening for conversation. The Fox offered her a bright smile as she spoke, “Having fun yet? I’m excited for what the night holds. I haven’t even attended a costume party.” The woman lifted her martini to her lips and took a long drink.
Her gaze left Medusa and fell upon Fred and Wilma Flintstone. Did they plan this or was it pure coincidence? It would be pretty comical if it was coincidence. But that’s what tonight is for, making connections! It was rather interesting to see how others interacted with each other. The Fox was definitely a people watcher.
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|Black Masquerade||The Fox
She glanced at Medusa who seemed to be enjoying the Flintstones interaction as well. As the woman laughed at Fred's clumsy big feet, she rolled her eyes. Tonight will sure be interesting if anymore comics like this man come. The Fox tossed back her martini and waved the bartender over for a few shots.
"Do you think they came together? I was just wondering that. What an interesting coincidence if not, y'know?"
Was she having fun? Not too much was happening yet. But she wouldn't say she wasn't. She was content at the moment. The bartender placed her two shots before her which caused a devilish smirk to curl her lips. Alcohol was one of her few favorite things in this world. This open bar was a god send. IT was an open bar right? Oh heck, her tab is going to be outrageous.
"So far so good. I'm interested in seeing where the night takes us. I'm interested in seeing the others costumes."
With that said she tosses back one shot after the other and waves down the bartender once more for something to sip on.
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|Black Masquerade||The Black Swan
Once upon a time she had attended the Black Masquerade, but that seemed a lifetime ago. She decided it was time to once more enjoy the festivities. Before leaving she made sure all the little touches on her costume were perfect. The dress was a simple black strapless dress, the train was adorned with black feathers and sequin.
As the Swan arrived at the masquerade she held back from entering for a few moments. Cerulean hues danced across the costume clad figures in the room from beneath her black feathered mask. Medusa, two cave people, and a fox, it sounded like a bad joke in the making. What did the addition of the Swan make it? There was just one way to find out.
Her steps were placed carefully as not to trip on on her train, as she walked the light caught it just right and it shimmered. The Swan made her way across the room towards the refreshments, she was famished. On the way her eyes met briefly with a few of the other patrons, she offered a soft smile and a nod.
"I believe shall have the Death Punch."
A few moments passed and the drink was placed before her. Raising it to her lips she took a small sip before placing it back down on the bar. Once more her gaze turned back over the other costumes. She noticed a woman clad in green, Plant Woman? Also someone who resembled the Grim Reaper. What a bunch they made indeed. This would prove to be a fun night.
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|Black Masquerade|| The Fox
The bartender was rather quick bringing her another drink. What great service! This time she wanted to try River's Rejuvenating Elixir. It had a ring to it. The fox grabbed her drink and walked over to a small table where she could sit and people watch. Once she found a seat, she moved her fluffy fox tail to the side so she would smash it under her bottom, then plopped down. The woman crossed her legs at her ankles and proceeded to let her curious eyes linger.
Black Swan? She noticed a wonderfully dressed woman enter the club. What an elegant outfit. She always loved when people went for more elegant looks. However that's not to dismiss everyone else's costume! All creativity is great. After all this is the woman wearing a dress, fox tail and mask. Not much work, but damn elegant if she said so herself.
The Fox sipped on her Elixir and smiled contently as her gaze shifted to the Flintstones. How cute, they're talking to each other! If she could vote now they would be the cutest couple! But the night was still young, who knows they might have a surprise run for their money. The anticipation was killing her.
|October 29, 2018 09:23|
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Her long, dark curls were pulled backed from her face, pinned firmly to one side. The white robe she wore was fitted at the waist, then flowed free at her hips, the bottom hem was embroidered with snakes. Over her robe she wore gold, scaled armor and a golden helm adorned her head.
Athena made her way into the Black Masquerade slowly. Stormy green eyes took in the room as she passed through. A beautiful swan, a cunning fox, even a terrifying Grimm Reaper, but her favorite by far was Medusa. Such a history between these two characters in Greek mythology.
There was a pause in her step as she was approached by a server. "I will be having a cup of Cersei's Golden Champagne. Also please bring my new friend another of whatever it is that she has." She motioned in the direction of Medusa. Athena didn't think twice to invite herself to the table, that was why they were here after all.
Sweeping across the room, her stride carried her to where Medusa sat. She slid onto a seat across from the other woman. Before uttering a word Athena took a glance over the ones that she had missed. Fred and Wilma were delightful. A grey Smurfette, she would have to pick the woman's brain to learn how she'd come up with such an idea. Her emerald gaze moved back towards Medusa, just in time for their drinks to arrive. "Refills for everyone on me." She smiled as she slide some cash into his hand. "That should cover it."
At last she was able to turn her attention back towards Medusa. "Your costume, is impressive. You look almost lifelike. Not at all like some of the terrible and fake looking Gorgon costumes I've encountered in the past." Raising the glass of champagne to her lips she took a long sip. There weren't many people here yet, it left her feeling a little disappointed. This was supposed to be the place to be for Halloween. "Getting ready must have taken hours..." Placing her glass back upon the table her attention was now focused on Medusa.
|October 29, 2018 19:34|
|Black Masquerade||Fred Flintstone
Despite his awkward disposition, he felt himself gliding across the floor towards Wilma. The layer of fog that covered the floor throughout the club seemed to have dissipated around him. The whole time he concentrated on her eyes. Like sun at day break or springs first rain or even the falling of the first leaves of fall, her mere presence here has kept the wind moving through the trees and earth steady on its axis.
Life started to have been going in slow motion. He could see her lips parting and the air she drew to speak. ”Hello, Fred!” Her beautiful voice sounded as if he had a front role seat at a symphony. It was as if scores of angels accompanied her outward breathe. He longed to be close enough to be able to feel those angels breeze across his face. Still in slow motion, the blinking of her eyes only served to replenish the fire in her soul. A fire from which he sought warmth.
”Hello Fred, my name is Wilma.” He squinted his eyes and thought about what he had just said. ”I mean, Hi Wilma, my na”. Mesmerized, Fred could no longer muster the words.
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|Black Masquerade||Fred Flintstone
Fred came to his senses but still had trouble gathering his thoughts. She gestured to a seat, but sitting just wasn’t what he had in mind. She spoke again and symphony in his ears only sounds more magnificent.
”Yes ma’am, I’d love to join you, only not here. Will you accompany me to the dance floor?”
He didn’t want to seem as to invade her personal space but he secretly longed to break the touch barrier. Fred extended his arm and slowly rolled his fingers. His hand now cupped with palm up, he anxiously waited for a response.
”I would be honored if you will please dance with me?” His heart was pumping so hard that he could hear his beat over the music.
|October 30, 2018 15:40|
|Black Masquerade||The Girl Scout
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The story of Athena and Medusa was one as old as time. Once Medusa had been a beautiful maiden, she'd angered Athena who then cursed her as a Gorgon, with hair of snakes. Their costumes were the prefect compliment to one another. Reaching up she flipped a few of her long winding curls back over her shoulder. Raising her glass to her lips once more she took a long sip, that was the end of it. It would seem she needed a larger glass. Raising her hand up she motioned for another server who was passing by. Medusa might have been trying to take it easy but Athena's night was just getting started.
"Well, let's consider being alive a bonus. We're not guaranteed that around here are we?" A small grin spread across her lips, she was only half joking. The server approached and she twisted those grey-green eyes towards him. "Another round for the table please, actually I'll take two glasses. These glasses are on the small side," or maybe she needed to slow down. "Snakes for hair, might be an adventure you'd have to go on alone. It sounds a bit dangerous to me. Plus, unless I'm mistaken those would be venomous snakes if they were real." Athena gave a small shrug. "Imagine a lot of people would... pee themselves." Her head dipped back and she laughed for a moment. Medusa was humorous for sure.
Taking a few more moments she studied Medusa's eyes. They were indeed intricately done, each details was placed so carefully. It was plain to see a lot of time and thought had gone into the costume. She was bit jealous, she would never have the patience for such fine detail. Instead her make-up consisted of nothing, not that she needed on a normal basis but it was the Black Masquerade after all! "My costume didn't take more than the time it took to put on." She tapped her hand against the armor, it made a light clanging noise. "This took the most time, I couldn't figure out how to put it on correctly. I think it's right now." Who was really alive to say how an ancient Olympian Goddess wore her armor anyways? She drained the last of her glass of champagne just as the server arrived back with a tray of drinks. One for Medusa and two for her. Prefect timing! "Yes, it truly does. This is my first time attending as well."
"Staring at others seems to be the name of the game this evening. And I agree there are far to many things to worry about in this Realm already." Aside from Fred and Wilma and Medusa and herself everyone else seemed to be keeping to themselves. It was a pity, this event was meant to be so much more than that. Perhaps they were shy or nervous. That had never been a problem for her though.
Another moment and her stormy gaze passed over the others. Nodding to one another as though they were at Business Fest 2018, this wouldn't do at all. She chimmed in. "Yes, Grimm. Please do come right over. Even if you mustn't speak, but instead point that is what Grimm Reapers do right?" She may have been slightly confusing him for that one ghost from A Christmas Carol. Athena also motioned at the Black Swan, the Fox, and Smurfette. "Really anyone is welcomed to join us, that is why we're here. The more merrier." She stopped a moment, her eyes turning to the Girl Scout who'd entered. "Creepiest costume of the night hands down. I'll buy you a Shirley Temple."
|October 30, 2018 21:35|
|Black Masquerade||The Clown
Locks of curly blue hair flew every which way, such a mess. Two bright pink heels stood perfectly lined together just outside the main door. Just a one glance her way and that was all it would take for her to go in! She squealed with delight. She couldn't take it anymore! In she skipped, her skirt flouncing about as she made her way around the room.
No one would have to guess her costume. Her face was painted white with two rosy circles on her cheeks, instead of a big red nose she'd decided on the cute little button red nose instead, then there was that large painted on smile. So great for her cheery disposition! The striped red and white top of her dress and the rainbow, tulled skirt seemed to bring her whole costume together.
A skip around the room, she heard someone mention a Shirley Temple. Oh! she wanted one of those! Athena and Medusa were inviting people over to their table, she should join them!
About to do that she stopped and let out a shriek of excitement! COOKIES! SHE LOVED COOKIES! Reaching into the pocket of her dress, she pulled out a balloon and blew it up! Skipping over to the girl scout she smiled beneath that big fake smile! "Hello there little girl scout!" She held a the balloon out. "This is for you and I'll take one box of Thin Mints!" Again unable to help herself she danced in place and let out a yelp of glee!
Yep, she probably looked crazy. She was a clown for the sake of it all she probably was. Bouncing up and down in place she waited for the girl scout to give her the price of coveted box of cookies.
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|Black Masquerade||The Girl Scout
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|Black Masquerade||The Grim Gorgon Wilma
It had taken much thought on her costume. She wanted something original, something unique. Parties weren’t her thing, but figured she ought to show up. Better than sitting at home waiting for little brats knocking at her door begging for candy. Honestly- sweet death come quickly. So, the little introvert shoved her hair under a wig that was complete with snakes. Not just any snakes, but red ones. Red ones fashioned into an iconic coif straight from the famous Hanna-Barbera cartoon of years past. She slipped on the trademark, easily identifiable white sheath dress and chunky pearls. Lastly, she pulled a long black cape on and grabbed a scythe.
Looking in the mirror, she remembered the Coco Chanel quote- before you leave the house, take one thing off. But truly, she looked so amazing she simply couldn’t. Everything was exactly as it should be. She was just the right amount of creepy. If there was one thing she did not care for, it was to be scared. She loathed it. Why on earth would anyone intentionally seek out being frightened? It was truly the stupidest thing, she thought as she hailed a cab to the party.
A wide smile parted her pretty lips as she entered the party, very much intent on having an absolute delight! Her face fell nearly instantly upon entering. There she was, a Wilma. A very good one at that. Standing near a Fred! The blood drained from her face. Spinning to avoid being seen, she came face to face with none other than Medusa! Looking every bit majestic as the original. Hand pressed to her mouth, she spun in the other direction. Of course, of course, there was the Grim Reaper. Looking so authentic, he very well may be the actual grim reaper. Well, she certainly hoped so, because this was an epic fail. Epic. Fail. He could do the honor of reaping her soul now to end this embarrassment and she’d be much obliged.
Is there anything more horrifying than showing up to a party wearing the same outfit as someone else? I’ll tell you the answer. No, there isn’t. Here she stood, experiencing that horror thrice-fold. She even pinched her arm to see if she were in some kind of freakish nightmare. Either she was in the deepest sleep or this was in fact real life. Before she could experience any further humiliation, she turned on her heels and ran off, black cloak flapping behind her. Hopping into the back seat of the cab, she was eternally grateful he hadn’t driven away. Sliding along the ripped vinyl interior, she shoved a wad of cash at him and directed him back from whence she came. A bottle of wine and the porch light off- not the most exciting Halloween but certainly less horrific. Perhaps she’d watch a nice film. She’d heard of a new one about families called Hereditary she thought she’d check out. A nice and peaceful evening, not scary or horrifying at all.
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|Black Masquerade||Harley Quinn
Finishing yet another drink I saw Medusa look my way. I gave a wide smile and walked over to the music machine and put in a few coins pressing D7 ,It was the Halloween theme. Oh how I loved that music it made me dance around with my arms spread wide to my side. I twirled all the way over to Medusa and in my canning voice I asked.
" If I look at you in the eyes will you turn me into stone?"
My eyes were fixed on her and waited eagerly for her reply. This was the night not only for fun but tricks as well.
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|Black Masquerade||Fred Flintstone
Fred took her by the hand and carefully led Wilma to the dance for. The beat of the music was too fast for what he had in mind, but to him it didn’t matter. He was going to slow dance with her no matter what music was playing. At the dance floor, he took a few seconds to remove his foot wear. Fred tossed one across the dance floor and the other in the air which seconds later landed on the bouncers crossed arms. Staring into her eyes he took a quick breath and pulled her close to him. The touch of her body burned into his skin, heart still racing – he felt almost dizzy.
Fred slowly breathed in and quickly became engulfed by her scent. ”She smells amazing,” he thought to himself as he exhaled gently on her neck. She didn’t resist the closeness and he wondered if he could get away with pulling her in a little closer. Fred lowered his hand to the small of her back and pulled her in even closer. It took him a few tries but he managed to synchronize his breathing with hers. The rhythm of the music seemed to have slowed down. Together they moved to the music as one, at least the melody of the music they were making there in each other’s arms.
He pulled away for a second to make eye contact to affirm what was happening. "Thank you for joining me."
|October 31, 2018 15:39|
|Black Masquerade||Harley Quinn
Harley grinned as Medusa spoke her eyes twinkled looking over at the Goddess Athena. How coukd domeone so beautiful be one to be frightened of. Harley watched as Medusa made room for her and slid in next to her. Her smile still wide this was going to be so much fun and making new friends was just a Harley Quinn Halloween special.
"I really want to thank you for letting me join you. I hate being alone on Halloween.Dont you?"
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|Black Masquerade||The bum
Staggering into the room he finds a chair to fall into nearly missing it.
Looking around the room he rubbed his nose and felt his chest bump as a hic escaped his mouth.
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|Black Masquerade||The Girl Scout
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|Black Masquerade||The Bum
Looking up he got to his feet and wobbled a bit. He saw the girl scout and smiled.
|October 31, 2018 21:02|
|Black Masquerade||Tide Pod
Arriving at the club, Tide Pod simply looked at the bouncers with a challenge. Weapons? Unnecessary. The Pod was a weapon in and of itself! Would they allow the guest to enter? Of course.
Stepping through the door, TP glanced around at all that gathered. There were some very interesting and arresting costumes! Fred and Wilma dancing. A little Girl Scout selling cookies. Medusa with her snake hair; Tide Pod probably shouldn’t stare too long at her. Athena, must have been Medusa’s companion, the old tales and such. And there were others still that disguised eyes would study. With a smile, Tide Pod waddled toward the bar and inspected the menu.
“Champagne please.” How long had it been since TP had a good glass of champagne? The contemplation didn’t last long when treats were spotted.
Taking the glass offered, money found the bar keep’s hand and Tide Pod was off to inspect the delicacies present. Sure it was difficult moving about with what resembled a pool float filled with milky detergent covering their person. People might have even been confused at first with what TP was, if it wasn’t for the signature blue and orange swish symbols filled with colored water emblazoned across their stomach. Still, TP managed to make it to the table of treats, fill a plate with everything and not spill a drop of wing sauce on any part of the white bodysuit worn beneath the costume.
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|Black Masquerade||Harley Quinn
Harley scooted over now sitting sitting next to the Grim Reaper when Medusa left. She watched Medusa make her way to the bar. She couldnt help but smile at the way she had with people. 5his surely was going to be not only a f7n evening but an interesting one as well.
She listened to the others speak as she glanced around scanning the room and the others that were there. Wilma and Fred caught her eye and chuckled they did make a cute couple.
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At some point she had become fascinated with her nails and seemed to be studying them very deeply, the gold paint was starting to peel slightly. Ridiculous! You pay that much to get your nails done and it's coming off the next day. She made a mental note not to go back to that nail salon again.
"Athena!! Grim talks!! YES, YES, YES!!"
Suddenly she remembers where she is.
"Oh, yeah! I figured he talked, it's a matter of if he would.
"If there were an actual Grimm Reaper, I don't think he would eat or drink. Maybe this one does?" Those stormy eyes turned towards the Reaper and looked him up and down for a moment as though she were trying to determine if he were real or fake. "Yes indeed, quite the trio."
Suffering a lack of words for a moment, she picked up her glass and took a long hard drink. She drained the glass and motioned the sever to bring another. "You know, just keep them coming on second thought"
A clown buying cookies from a little kid was creepy as Hell. Harley Quinn and laundry soap. What wouldn't people dress up as these days? Harley had joined their table along with the Grimm Reaper, well she'd said the more the merrier but maybe some of the more might have to sit at the next table over if this continued to be a trend.
"Also the Reaper and Harley Quinn whatever their having." She told the server before he wandered off.
"So, we've established the Grimm Reaper can talk. Though.. I'm not sure I find him that creepy." She shrugged. "After all..." She gave a quick toss of her hair and put on a mock look of arrogance. "Only mortals fear death. I am an Olympian Goddess." She wasn't that funny but she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
Then came the T-Rex, she moved her chair more towards Medusa to make room for the bulky dinosaur. "Welcome." She said briefly before finally turning towards the Girl Scout. She was really pushing this cooking thing wasn't she? Talk about dedication to a costume. "Okay sure, a box of Samoa's and Thin Mints for the tables." She put seven dollars on the table to pay for the cookies. "That should be enough."
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She let her eyes wander over to The Black Swan who seemed to be frozen in place. "Are you going to join us or just stand there staring at the room? I don't think anyone, except maybe the Reaper and possibly the T-Rex will bite you." She waved her hand motioning the young woman over. She didn't seem too interested though.
Finally the server arrived back with their drinks, this time he brought two for her. "Oh, thank Zeus!" The first one she picked up as soon as he set it down and within in a matter of seconds she had drained the glass. Setting it back down she glanced at the Reaper and then the T-Rex, then the images in her head. Oh! They were too much! Her head dipped back as laughter erupted from her lips.
Yes, she probably looked crazy tonight. That was alright. If you couldn't show your crazy with pride on Halloween there was no hope for this world. "Ok, so I just had the funniest thought." She looks at Medusa, then Harley, at Fred and Wilma, and then finally a quick glance between the Reaper and the dino. "Just imagine... The Grimm Reaper and a T-Rex dancing. Again she burst into a fit of giggles. Perhaps those drinks were starting to catch up with her. "Okay, I'm sorry but you do have to admit that would be kind of hilarious to watch. Or really anyone dancing with a Grimm Reaper, it's pure comedic gold!"
Athena picked up the second glass, this time she just sipped it a bit before setting it down. This helmet on her head was getting heavy but she wasn't taking it off. Armor rental was expensive, especially when you needed something so specific. "Really though, jokes aside everyone has nice costumes and most ... of us managed to be original." She didn't mentioned the very failed attempt that had vanished as quickly as it had come. "Though..." She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the clown wasn't listening. "Her painted on smile is really creeping me out..." She was Athena. Grimm Reapers, no problem. Gorgons, piece of cake. Clowns, no way in Hell!
|November 01, 2018 19:45|
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"The Grimm Reaper doesn't reap souls before their time. It's all part of the grand design." She'd heard that on a show once. It sounded good. "So, unless one of us was destined to die tonight we would be fine even with the Grimm Reaper in company."
"I can see how you would think he's creepy. A skeleton in a black robe but honestly death comes for us all. We don't know when our time is. So, let's make the most of the time we've got!"
Picking up her glass, she raised it up. "To being young and making the most of the time we've been given." She drained the rest of the champagne from the glass. To bad her tolerance for alcohol was spectacular, she just kept right on going. Waving at the server she motioned to the empty glasses building on the table. If he wanted a tip he had better move a little faster.
"If I was an Olympian Goddess I doubt that the Black Masquerade would be my choice of venue. I'm sure I'd be busy with ... well whatever it is that Gods do." She wasn't up to date on all her Greek mythology. For pete's sake it was Halloween after all. "Though yes, I believe that meeting a real life Medusa would be terrifying and a real life Athena would result in the death of nations for just a mere look."
"I seriously doubt she laced the cookies with anything but love, sweat and tears. She just doesn't seem the time. I mean, she was even nice to the C-L-O-W-N." She spelled it out as though she didn't believe the clown could understand.
Again more drinks arrived. "Just have a nice and enjoyable night and stop worrying so much!"
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|Black Masquerade||The T-Rex
Her courage returning as she waited for Medusa and Athena's response, she turned back to the Grim Reaper. Her bobble-like head tilting as she looked at him, his hand dusting the icing off his scythe in a slow, purposeful manner as he glanced at her. She swallowed nervously and her voice shook a little as she spoke to him, "My my, Mr Reaper, what a large scythe you have there.. You're welcome to join us for a dance if you'd like?"
|November 02, 2018 06:13|
|Black Masquerade||Tide Pod
"IF we start to stink, I'm gonna call that one over. But a word of advice, don't lick it and it's not food."
Mid bite of a fricassee slayer heart, Tide Pod glanced up, brows raised, face absolute innocence. Was Medusa referring to TP? “Don’t listen to Medusa. Lick me, please.”
Not that anyone probably heard because suddenly the Grim Reaper spoke and this was, from the sound of it, an apparently shocking thing. Not as shocking as T-Rex doing it’s best Tony Montana from Scarface impression with a ghost cake; you know the scene, where he’s sitting in front of a literal pile of yayo. Which caused Tide Pod to effectively lose their sh*t, so to speak.
Body shaking with laughter, Tide Pod waddled towards an open high top because, let’s face it, sitting wasn’t an option. Setting their plate of food on the table before anything spilled on the floor, they glanced up at the rather adorable Wilma and Fred as they danced their little hearts out. And then Athena was toasting to making the most out of the time everyone has been given.
“To Death.” Tide Pod raised their glass to the others before tipping it back and draining the contents of the champagne flute; tried not to choke as T-Rex sent icing sugar towards the Grim Reaper like he was some beignet being dusted before serving.
He should really take that dance to shake, shake it off.
|November 02, 2018 07:33|
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|Black Masquerade||The Clown
Dancing in places she clapped her hands together. "Thank you little girl scout!" She forked over the 3.50 and accepted her cookies. Now it was time for fun!
First she did a twirl, her skirt swooshed. That sound was music to her ears. Soon the clown was caught combination of twirls one way and then the next. The entire time her giggles were echoing throughout the Masquerade. Then she heard someone call her creepy. She stopped in mid-twirl. Her blue eyes gazed hard at the table of five. "Listen here lady!" She marched across the room to the table staring the lady in the white bed sheet down.
"I don't think a woman who's portraying the Goddess of War should be calling anyone creepy. According to stories she made THAT!" She pointed at Medusa. "Who even imagines to make someone into that? Someone evil and creepy!" She stomped her foot, crossed her arms over he chest, and began to sob. "Plus you invited everyone BUT me over. RUDE!"
No one would have expected such a joyful soul to grow so angry so fast. She was not an evil creepy clown in a sewer, she was a sweet clown buying cookies from a little girl scout and Athena was a word she wasn't going to use in front of that little girl scout!
Her head jerked towards Medusa for a minute. Take the Grim Reaper over a fun, happy clown with candy and balloons? She shook her head. "Lady, you're as nuts as the lady in the bed sheets. It's your loss because if I do say so myself, I'm delightful and entertaining!" Shrugging she then turned and skipped off towards the bar. Maybe they could make her a special drink, her favorite: an upside down lemon strawberry double lime mocha margarita with a triple shot of espresso!
|November 02, 2018 18:24|
"I look so amazing just sitting here though!"
In truth dancing wasn't her thing, it never had been. "Uh, sure. I suppose."
"Listen here lady!
Before she could get up there was an unexpected outburst from of all people, the clown. ""I don't think a woman who's portraying the Goddess of War should be calling anyone creepy. According to stories she made THAT!" The words spewed from the clown's mouth like venom. Athena's stormy eyes narrowed upon the woman. Costume or not, things were about to go in a bad way. "I think you're taking things way to seriously. She twitched at what the clown said next.
"Who even imagines to make someone into that? Someone evil and creepy!" Was this clown kidding around or serious, she couldn't tell at this pint. Looking towards Medusa a second to see what kind of reaction the clown was getting out of her, she turned those gray-green hues over the others as well and then back to the clown. She was being punked, she just knew she was. "Take a step back and breathe. Frankly Medusa is a magnificent creature, both here and in mythology. She was Athena's best mistake." No one had time for this clown's drama on such a festive night.
The clown said her piece to Medusa and as quickly as she came she was gone. Well then. "More like delightful and psycho." She choked out slightly under her breath as the clown skipped away. Anything was bound to happen tonight.
Turning back to her companions at the table she just shrugged. Athena and a clown, yep tonight was full of the starting lines of a lot of bad jokes! "So... about that group dance..."
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|Black Masquerade||The Clown
She did not hear Medusa. There was nothing worth hearing, she'd already proven what kind of person she was. What did the woman want? A cookie for seeing a few clown movies? The woman had probably never met a clown in her life. No, she was already lost in her own little world again. It must be a terrible burden to have such a hateful heart, all she could do was wish the nasty gorgon the best from afar.
Plopping onto a stool at the bar she crossed one leg over the other, looking at the menu she sighed. Darn, darn, darn! She was going to have to pick something of this menu. Boo! "Okay, okay.. I'll have..." She ran her blue eyes up and down the menu. "Okay, I know... I'll have... no! no! Wait.." Then she had it! "Please mix me one River's Regenerating and one Cersei's Golden Champagne, together as one drink!" It sounded delicious. So full of imagination and charm, unlike others.
Then, after a few minutes the bartender brought her the two drinks, mixed together. She giggled and kicked her feet excitedly. "Oh! I can't wait to taste it!" She squealed at the bartender. She put the money owed on the counter and just stared at the drink in awe. It was so beautiful she wasn't sure if she wanted to taint it by drinking it. But she had to! She picked up the glass carefully with both hands and took a long drink. It ... was .. DELICIOUS! Again she squealed and this time spun around a few times on the swivel stool.
"Okay! One more of those! That should be enough!" Wait, something to eat! "Oh! Oh! Also Batter fried demon tail. Anything else? No, she was happy with that! Now she just had to wait for her food to come back. She spun around on the stool again, looked at the table where the rather nasty woman was and giggled before turning back around. She shoved the mass of disheveled blue locks out of her face. She would't let a couple of nincompoops ruin this night for her, not one bit!
|November 02, 2018 19:31|
|Black Masquerade||The Mime
A simple costume: Black leggings, stripped white and black shirt, a black fedora to replace the traditional style, white gloves, her face was painted white, and of course to add her own flair to the a pair of cute heels. It was perfect.
She sauntered up to the entrance and attempted to go through the door. An unseen force stopped her and sent her stumbling backwards. An exaggerated look of shock crossed her features. This would not stand!
Again she marched right up to the open door and tried to shove her way through. Her hands pressed against the air and it was no use she couldn't get through! She started yelling, but nothing came out! Mimes weren't known for their conversational.
The mime knew she had to get in there, she had to boogie until the cows came home! She proceeded to kick the air. Trying her damnedest to get the thing to open it wouldn't work.
Then she had an idea! She knocked on the air door and waited for someone to come let her in.
|November 02, 2018 19:49|
The clown. She just left it at that. There wasn't enough time in the night to chase down each person who was offended. Life was far to short for that!
Taking off her helmet she sat it on the table. Her long, dark curls cascaded down her back as set them free. She was growing weary of all this back and forth. It was difficult to keep up with a conversation with five people and then there were others chiming in such as their friend the clown.
"You know Athena. I wish we were the real deal."
She wasn't sure what Medusa meant by that. Athena and Medusa were mortal enemies, it wasn't likely they'd go out for drinks together. She wasn't so sure Olympian's even went out for drinks. Of course if she were truly an Greek goddess she would be free to smite whoever she wished. Medusa was the perfect example of a God's power. Of course there weren't many who believed in the Pagan Gods of old anymore.
Reaching up she pulled the rubber band that was restraining her hair out and let her hair flow freely, it reached well below her waist. Sometimes her curls were a pain but the thought of cutting them was too much for her. She would suffer through before she would ever let that indignity fall on her.
|November 02, 2018 20:27|
"A few more drinks sounds like a plan to me. She wasn't sure how dancing with a T-Rex and Grimm Reaper would go. She looked towards them both and a small smirk crept over her lips. "Reaper and Rexy, you go ahead and have the first dance. We'll join you soon."
She raised her hand at the server as he passed by. He'd figured out by now she was signaling for more drinks. She would be wiped if she kept this up, at least that's what he thought. Not the case at all, sadly the alcohol wasn't going to work for her, but she still loved the taste of that champagne. "I wasn't worried about her to begin with. I'm more worried about taking that conversation any further than it's already been." There was a simple solution she liked to follow when she finally had enough of someone, ignore them.
Smoothing out the wrinkles in her robe, she stared down at it. Perhaps it resembled a bed sheet a bit but a very well made one with very intricate embroidery on it! "Awe, well thank you for the compliment. You truly needn't worry. The opinions of sheep don't matter to a lion." By which she meant the clown was the sheep and Athena was the lion.
Tapping her fingers on the table a moment she glanced towards the door. A mime. Nope, not happening, no way no how! As though a clown wasn't creepy enough!
Reaching for her helmet she placed it back on her head not bothering to secure her curls back in place. Then she bounced to her feet. "You know, I think dancing sounds exquisite right now. No reason the cave people should have the dance floor to themselves all night!" She attempted to grab Medusa's arm and practically drag her to the dance floor. "Come on Reaper and Rexy. Look out right behind you Fred and Wilma!"
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|Black Masquerade||The Girl Scout
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Clowns were creepy sure, but mimes were the stuff nightmares were made of. Hell. F-cking. No. She was not opening that imaginary door.
"It's a mime, it's evil. It will reap all our souls, even the Grimm Reapers." Not waiting for that by the time someone one let her in Athena would be across the room. Perhaps the Mime and Clown were friends. That would make sense. "Their painted white faces, over exaggerated expressions, and silence is disturbing. Let's avoid that."
She did drag Medusa right do the dance floor. Perhaps it looked more like Athena dragging Medusa to her death to onlookers. Except the problem was that person she wanted to drag to their death was that damn Mime.
Then they were at the dance floor, just in time the music changed from a slow song to something more upbeat. Something she could dance to. So she did.
"I think the clown is caught up in whatever the heck she's doing, so good for us." She glanced at the Mime who still seemed stuck on the other side of that imaginary door. "I think they'll have a beautiful friendship."
Her robes flowed around her, thank goodness she wouldn't have been able to move so well in tight jeans. The armor was real so it was a bit heavy, but she wasn't taking it off. It had been on the pricey side, she'd have to wear it the next four Halloweens to make it worth what she paid. However, it tied her whole costume together so it was worth it. Mimes and clowns aside, the night was amazing.
|November 03, 2018 08:41|
|Black Masquerade||The T-Rex
Well. This was not going quite how she planned. First she had asked Athena and Medusa to dance, Athena said yes but changes her mind and takes Medusa to the dance floor instead. She shrugged, admitting it was only fitting that a Grecian goddess and a Gorgon get grooving. Then, Mr OG cool, calm and collected himself declines her offer to wet his whistle on the dance floor, (lick his scythe.. whatever you want to call it) citing that he 'doesn't dance'. Obviously forgetting that this is a masquerade party.. And you know, people at parties normally dance. She huffed, causing her inflatable costume to jiggle. She guessed that saying wasn't true for her, "You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the grim reaper". Probably because dinosaurs weren't really his thing (not that she could blame him, really) and that they happened to be killed off by a giant asteroid, not a glorified skeleton in a dress with a long pointy stick.
It was at that point she decided she wasn't going to give up. Not like her ancestors before her! She was going to dance whether an asteroid hit this place and all that was left was a smoking pile of boulders and bones or not! This was going to be her night. She was sure of it! With all her new-found fury she collected herself and stood up from the table suddenly, sending the drinks wobbling once again, before marching in the direction of the Tide Pod. Unfortunately she misjudged the distance between herself and the pointy end of the Grim Reaper's long stick. His scythe slightly tearing in to the shoulder of her costume as she stormed past.
Time stopped. She swore the music stopped too, (Fred and Wilma probably didn't stop but we'll never know) because all she could hear was the wooooosh of the sudden escape of air out of her inflatable suit. Her heartbeat filled her ears and her entire face turned the darkest shade of beetroot as her costume collapsed in on itself. In five seconds flat she went from a stomping Tyrannosaurus-Rex-on-a-mission to a floppy rubber snake. Her tail dragging behind her and the suit smothering her lithe frame. She was sure she resembled more of a squashed toad with the snout now covering her entire head and making it incredibly difficult to see.
Her voice now barely a squeak as she hitched up the remnants of her costume and moved past the Grim Reaper, "Excuse me." Before sliding herself over to the Tide Pod, the ominous swirling smoke around her feet becoming caught up, floating and making it look like steam was almost coming out of her ears from the embarrassment. She looked up, though she was certain they wouldn't be able to tell, with the weight of the deflated costume covering her head. Her little voice almost as little as her tiny T-Rex arms, "I might not be Fred Flinstone, but I can make your bedrock?"
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|Black Masquerade||The Girl Scout
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She could understand why the Reaper didn't care do dance. It wasn't her thing either, but she try anything to keep her distance from that Mime.
"There are two things creepier than a Mime, frogs and Jesus pictures with the eyes that follow you around the room. Especially those pictures, those are level five on the creeper scale." She was glad no one came dressed as that, though she'd have to say that would be original.
Her toga was dragging on the ground and catching at her feet as she moved. She should have opted for something a bit shorter, that wouldn't have fit her vision of Athena. In looks she was probably as far from descriptions of the Olympian Goddess as she could get. She didn't have an olive complexion or fair hair, at least not at the moment... that was a story for another time. Her grayish-green gaze was the only thing that was similar. She could have worn make up and a wig but why hide what was already wonderful.
Medusa was going on about those cookies again. She must have missed the two boxes sitting on the table. For Athena sweets didn't sit well, she preferred red meat to anything else. That was just her nature. She let Medusa continue on as her gaze caught sight of the Girl Scout unlocking the imaginary locks on the imaginary door.
|November 03, 2018 22:16|
Her words came too late, the Girl Scout wandered off get her I Let a Mime in the Masquerade badge or something like that. Now the damn Mime was free to roam around the Masquerade spreading her silent entertainment around. That pained white face and those white gloves made her shudder. She was starting to feel like the night would never end. She tried to ignore it but she looked over at it ever few seconds, she knew any moment it would be in the same room with her.
"Cookies, um yeah.
"Yeah, I think I'll go have some of those cookies now. That sounds spectacular. I need another drink anyways. Coming?"
She didn't wait, of course Medusa probably wanted to dance. This was a party, sitting at a table wasn't a great social standard. Athena had no plans for cookies or to sit down. She would be quick prey for the Mime's act that way! She would need to move quickly if she was going to escape! Reaching the table she stopped. Glancing at the Reaper, really he kind of resembled a Mime bit.. that made him instantly more creepy than before.
She snatched up her half full glass and drained it quick. Then the other was in hand. She glanced at the .. snake? Interesting. Taking another long sip of her drink she decided to play it cool. Mimes could smell fear after all.
|November 03, 2018 22:16|
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|Black Masquerade||Tide Pod
Clown. Mime. Tide Pod’s worst nightmares had come true. How did they not notice these two? Orange and blue eyes glanced at the plate full of food. Oh yeah, preoccupied by the delicious treats. Speaking of..
Tide Pod saw the Girl Scout, expected her to stop and offer her wares.. especially when the girl took the time to sniff Tide Pod.. but she kept rolling right on by. Did TP smell? A sniff or two confirmed freshness. A scowl appeared. The detergent pod could really use a box or ten of thin mints maybe some of those peanut butter sandwich cookies. Whatever the heck they were called. Hell, the soap substitute would buy the whole wagon of treats if the Girl Scout would just stop.. just.to.keep.Medusa.from.getting.her.thin.mints.
Tide Pod was evil.
"I might not be Fred Flinstone, but I can make your bedrock?"
Was someone speaking to them? Tide Pod turned mid bite of a deep fried demon tail to see a.. well.. a deflated T-Rex. Expression turned from horror to amusement, poor thing was probably embarrassed by the sudden lack of air in their costume, so the detergent pod conceded.
“Shall we?” TP extended an arm to allow T-Rex passage towards the dance floor.
Look out Fred and Wilma. We coming for you.
|November 03, 2018 23:47|
|Black Masquerade||The Mime
As she continued knocking no one came at first. Cupping her hands against the false glass of the door made of air she looked through to see if anyone was coming there was a little girl headed her way.
Crossing her arms over her chest she checked the watch that she wasn't wearing and then tapped her foot impatiently. The party would not wait for her and pumpkin hour was approaching.
Then the little girl, who she then recognized to be a girl scout carefully unlocked on the imaginary door. She cupped her gloved hands together in the shape of a heart once the door opened to show her appreciation. Then she gave a swift bow, tipping her had to the girl scout when then wandered off to sell her cookies. The mime hoped that there was a badge for being kind to a stranger or mime.
The costumes were strange, wonderful and just all around delightful.
The Mime trotted into the room tripping over her own feet in an exaggerated manner. Catching herself dramatically her hand popped over her mouth as though she was shocked. Then she heard Athena and Medusa talking about her. That was kind of rude! She stood up straight and popped her hands on her hips in disbelief.
As Athena left the dance floor the mime followed, now imitating the Greek goddess's walk just a few steps behind she and Medusa. Once they reached their table she stopped several feet away. Hand on her hip, exaggerating her attitude in her movements since mimes don't talk. She waved her finger and gave them looks of anger, shock, and displeasure. Then she turned and flipped her air hair (because her actual hair was pulled up in a bun) and sauntered way. That would show them!
|November 04, 2018 00:25|
Athena wished the Mime would eat a Tide Pod, that might help put her out of her misery.
She could feel the the Mime watching her, stalking her. It was going to eat her soul.
She had taken a few more sips of her drink before she actually realized the Mime had followed them from the dance floor. She screamed! Her glass went flying and landed no where near the Mime, it was a good thing it was a plastic flute and not glass. If it landed on someone, she didn't care at the moment. She cowered a bit as the Mime seemed to be scolding them. Had she heard them? That was even worse.
"Just go away!"
That seemed to work because the Mime sauntered off in a different direction. She breathed a sigh of relief. That darn girl scout! Someone needed to talk to that kid about answering the door for strangers or something!
"You think?" Was the universe working against her? Someone was out to get her! She knew it all along. Of course she didn't share those thoughts, she didn't want to seem like she had lost her mind or anything like that. Instead she just nodded. "Yeah, you're right. that was strange." Now that the Mime was gone she relaxed a little and sat back in her seat.
Athena looked at their table mates and shrugged. "The night will be winding down in a few hours I suspect." The club had to close sometime, they didn't have their VIP lounges open very often. In fact this was the first even she could recall for awhile. "Perhaps they're just tired." She wasn't tired but she was certainly sick of dealing with the town crazies. An altercation might get her banned for life though! She might not ever come back but she damn well was going to have the option if she wanted it!
"Or they're lost in their own thoughts. Seems likely for the Reaper."
She signaled the server, a woman this time. That adorable young man must have gotten off for the night. Sad. "Three, no one or two but three glasses of Cersei's Golden Champagne and three of whatever my friend here is having." She didn't even have on to sip on since her drink had gone flying a few minutes before. "Also, please be quick.
"I don't imagine I'll be far behind you, things seem to be coming to a bit of a halt." Sad, there were at least a few hours left. She slid the two boxes of cookies over to Medusa. "There you go.
|November 04, 2018 00:51|
|Black Masquerade||The T-Rex
She was surprised when Tide Pod offered their arm, her large green eyes exposed as she moved her deflated maw just off her face so she could see again. She wasn't sure whether TP was just feeling sorry for her but at this point she didn't really care. This was a party. And party she wanted to do. And if Tide Pod was the one to dance with her, she wasn't going to complain. They at least seemed in a better mood than Grim, who still looked like a dusted cookie.. Maybe the Girl Scout would sell him too? She linked her hand on to Tide Pod's arm, following their lead with a bounce in her step. Or as much bounce as she could muster being deflated and all.
Her head swivelled as she watched the mime being let in, a slight shudder of her shoulders. Being the brave dinosaur she was (not including her previous nervous incidents) she didn't let it faze her. She was too busy being enamoured with her soapy partner. Almost blinded by the orange and blue as she blinked at them. Her smile bright and toothy, she grinned at Tide Pod. Her hips swayed and she was happy, enjoying the black masquerade, not noticing the girl scout stalking her.
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|Black Masquerade||The Hostess
As everything dwindled down, The Hostess would call out that the party was over.
"Thank you everyone for coming out, I hope you all had a great time! Prizes and voting will be announced shortly!"
And when the last of the patrons left, the doors were closed and clean up began.
|November 05, 2018 07:54|