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EVENT- Genessia Masquerade

Masquerade! Paper faces on parade
Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Masquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you

Welcome
Though the evening outside is chilly, there’s nothing but warmth and lively atmosphere inside. The room itself (the ballroom atop the self proclaimed ‘most romantic and luxurious’ Genessian getaway) is almost blinding, glittering with gold from floor to ceiling, save for the towering framed windows that provide a beautiful sight of the city below. Tables are scattered here and there around the perimeter should attendees wish to rest their feet, but the centerpiece of the evening seems to be the massive, sparkling chandelier casting its warm, golden glow over a rather extensive dance floor. One end of the room is reserved for the band, poised just near the hearth featuring a roaring fire, while the other showcases a grand staircase on which one may make their entrance, should they choose to explore the upper lofts that surround the room beforehand.

Early in the evening, once the room has begun to fill, a couple steps up to welcome everyone on behalf of Genessia’s Performing Arts Center and the cast of their most recent musical. While the event is free, and they are delighted to be able to share a magnificent evening of splendor with everyone, they do wish to make everyone aware that should they choose to donate tonight, be it through benevolent gift or through the auction or gambling tables, all proceeds will be donated to the Red House Foundation- more specifically, Genessia’s branch, located in the heart of the city herself.
The call to enjoy the masquerade is punctuated with a deep bow and the swell of the band picking up once more to lead everyone into a night of majestic merriment.

Photos
With numerous celebrities about and the event in full swing, it’s to no one’s surprise that there are photographers practically crawling the place. Fortunately for all, quite a few have been hired by the event planning team and will be snapping moments (both candid and posed) of everyone in attendance. There’s even a designated area with various props to play with and a lovely backdrop doused in gold. These photos can be downloaded from the network later, so take advantage of these professionals, should your heart desire! After all, did one really look their best if there’s no photo to prove it?

Dancing
While there’s certainly no pop star performing and the music is much more classically suited, one will hear a familiar tune more often than not, spun by the tuxedo clad musicians to suit a more modern crowd. It’s upbeat and energetic for the most part, but every so often, they're likely to switch the mood to something much smoother (dare they say, romantic?) to sway to. Instructors are scattered throughout the crowd, should those unfamiliar with the ballroom style wish to learn something new!

Food
A party without food is absurd, regardless of the occasion. Drink flows readily from the bar, and an impressive variation of hors d’oeuvre has been laid out in a brilliant spread on the long tables along the edges of the room. Partake as you will, and leave a donation to show your appreciation if you’re so inspired!

Costume Parade
What’s the point of a masquerade without an outfit promenade? Show off your inspired attire to all who will gaze upon you. The more flamboyant, the more attention your costume will draw, and the more in-character one seems, the more believable the evening will be- Embrace the masks and let loose! Tonight is the night to be whoever (or whatever) your heart desires.

Gambling/Auction
Thanks to the generosity of local businesses, there are multiple donated items on which to bid, ranging from weekend getaways to baskets of sweets to… rather peculiar fashion and odd home decor.
To the right of the auction display, there are multiple gaming tables with waiting croupier, ready to assist those with heavy wallets attempt to woo Lady Luck. The winnings (should there be any) can be kept or donated- the choice is yours.

Gardens
If one finds a need to escape the swirling of dance and swell of the music, the gardens below may serve you well. There’s a lovely courtyard, and just beyond the fountain, a garden maze, well lit for the season with the gentle glow of dazzling lights. Take a stroll alone, or hide away with a lover or confidant, or snag a seat for the fireworks- the choice is yours.

Fireworks
No grand gala ever ended without a burst of excitement to round out the evening. Toward the end of the evening, the sky will be lit with a brilliant display of silvers and golds, all timed perfectly with the band’s final performance. One can watch from the gardens or the rooftop, or, if in need of something more ~private~, the balconies throughout the hotel.

Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you

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Then dance with me!

[Augustine cheers as he scoops up Smoker's large hands within his.]

Let's dance the night away and enjoy the lull of the music together.

[Seems that 'Mr. Fancypants' here is dragging Smoker to the dancefloor. He's surprisingly strong for someone who's so damn dainty looking. Augustine pulls Smoker with him towards the center of the dance hall like a soldier on a mission. Too bad his mission is to force poor Smoker to dance with him for all to see.]

"Care for a dance, Miss?" He's deep voiced, tall (6'8"!) and despite the formal white dress suit, he's still smoking two cigars. Yes, two. You're welcome to say no, he won't even be offended. He's just restless and awkward doing nothing. There's also a full length formal marine dress coat with the kanji (Japanese) symbol for "Justice" in red on the back.

"Hey Gorgeous," Faye gets a rare grin from Smoker. "Not alone, are you?"

For once, he is actually wearing a shirt, even A TIE, and dressed up quite formally, but that doesn't stop him from smoking two cigars. You can break that habit only with his death.

[Anywhere]

Bruce arrives with Nat his face hidden by a silver and black half mask with hints of green. His tuxedo is standard but well made and actually fits because he has no real fear of ruining them tonight. He was going to enjoy himself and does so happily on the dance floor in the garden and near the food.

The only place he isn't is the bar...that is one line he will not cross.

W-What? Oh, Eliot!

[A look of sheer embarrassment lingers upon Augustine's face once the boy catches him with a terrible hand. He's truly on the losing end of this game, almost to the point he should quit.]

No, no. There's no need for you to offer your hard earned chips, my lad.

[He chuckles nervously as be faces his opponents, which are surprisingly mostly women. Seems that these ladies are quite shrewd but so are the gentlemen seated at the table. They must be cheating or something. Augustine shouldn't be losing this badly.]

Smoker just wanted peace and quiet. What he recognizes is definitely hunting mannerisms.... and that is frankly baffling him.

"What are you looking for?"

He quietly chuckles in response to her question, shaking his head. "I ain't th' official bartender. I'm just supplyin' backup fer th' actual bartender 'till 'is 'elpers arrive."

That and he just can't help himself when there's a bar. He's so used to supplying the drinks for parties and events here that it's just wrong not to sneak behind the bar and do it himself.

Strong but sweet, the lady orders? He nods, thinking for a moment before grabbing a clean glass and what he needs before mixing her a Sea of Confusion cocktail.

"'ere ya are, miss. Can't go wrong on the strong an' sweet front with this one, but I'll gladly fix ya somethin' else if it ain't t'yer likin'."

God damn it.

He's too awkward for any universe. AND HE KNOWS DRESSAROSSA WOMEN LIKE TO STAB FIRST AND TALK ABOUT SCOLDING ON MANNERS LATER...

But screw it, it's not like he cares if he gets stabbed!

So Imelda will find herself under an absolutely giant white and gold fringed officer's marine coat. The formal vice admiral one, leaving Smoker in just his formal white vice admiral suit silently hating life.

"It's cold out," he justifies quietly, not looking down to see if he gets stabbed and how quickly.

[Wow, that's definitely quite the shield. Kharon seemed pleasantly surprised, especially when the photographers shuffled off nervously. He gave the previously overly eager camera men a rather rude gesture before looking up at Smoker.]

Thanks, buddy. Last thing I expected 'ere was fer someone like me t'get 'ounded by paparazzi.

[He smiles a bit.]

I 'ope ya 'aven't 'ad t'deal with pesterin' cameras all night.

Care to dance, Gorgeous?

[He still has weird cooties feels about sleeping with someone who sleeps with someone who sleeps with Namur.]

[... it's a weird thing. Let's not get into it.]

[But DANCING? Is always okay. And he doesn't like dancing, he REALLY doesn't. But Rip is too cool to be stood up and not out dancing. Well. If she wants to be. For all he knows, she doesn't dig that kind of thing. Which would be understandable. Since he doesn't.]

[Shut up. Stop looking into his head ffs. Go away.]

[Oh, and he IS actually wearing a shirt, mask, and tie, but with the twin cigars, and the vice admiral jacket still pronouncing his allegiance to Justice on the back, it's not exactly a disguise.]

The pleasure's all mine. [he takes their hand]

Question. Do you want to lead or shall I?

Guess I can't argue with that. 'specially since I wasn't payin' attention.

[Gale was blissfully unaware that Ayame knew who he was, so he was comfortable in his 'impeccable disguise that no one could see through'. Though really, if she were the one that called him out, he probably wouldn't be surprised that she could see through it.]

Yeah. Came 'ere at someone's else's request since 'e wasn't comin'. But th' main 'all's way too stuffy fer a guy like me.

[He pockets his device and places a hand on his hip with a light smirk.]

Ya 'ere as th' official 'gratulator or somethin'?

"Well gambling is betting on the odds, and hoping they're in your favor. Which is a very good book series by the way. Shame about the reboot. Point is, you have to have at least some idea of what you're getting into. I am pretty sure. Do I need this King?" He considers it and then decides against it and flips it over his shoulder.

"Much better."

[Now that Rip can agree with. Augustine was definitely something else and as far as Rip was concerned, one of a kind. Much like she was.]

I suppose I vas. It took a little bit after zhat before ve started seeing each ozher... Vell, first I had to find Namur again.

[She chuckled slightly.]

Or, I should say Marco found me und ve vaited for Namur to come back from vat he vas doing in zhe vaters around Fayren. I still don't know vat he vas doing out zhere... but, meeting up vith him again...It had been three years since he saw me und barely a veek since I saw him last at zhe time.

I zuppose I vas vorried he forgot about me. Zhankfully, zhat vasn't zhe case...

"Ah." He slips an arm around his shoulder. "Hard time, isn't it? Knowing you're going to be the Great Gonzo in just a tick. It doesn't start out too badly. The hair is a bit regrettable but we thought mops were cool." He sips his own.

"That what got you down? That you're stuck here now with no alternative but to be Mr. Hallo I'm Emotionally Repressed and Not Missing Anyone Did You See My Fez, Brilliant Isn't It, otherwise known as the Doctor?"

Between the drink, fire tux, and fire mask, Smoker just stares, trying to see under the red hair.

"Is the hair real, or are you Portgas, just actually halfway to a good diguise? The drink is a bit of a tip-off though."

Smoker is wearing a plain hunter green mask, and actually a formal white dress uniform, but on "dead giveaways" his vice admiral officer's jacket and twin cigars under the mask would identify him to anyone who's so much as met him. But then at 6'8", mostly only people from his world reach that height anyway.

"You think? Seems like everyone is here." He takes one and sets it aside before keeping the plate for himself and shoveling them into his mouth. "Enjoying yourself?"

[That's definitely not a disguise and probably one of the more entertaining outfits that she's seen this evening. But, lets face it even without the jacket, the cigars give him away. Rip chuckles as she sets down her wine glass and hopefully people know better than to try and take it.]

I vould be happy to accept a dance from zuch a handsome stranger.

[Who really wasn't a stranger but, hey, she'll play along. It's still amusing her that Augustine and Smoker are a thing. So very quickly he's going to find himself pulled towards the dance floor because guess what. Rip loves to dance. The only reason she hadn't been on the dance floor that moment was due to Augustine getting called off somewhere for who knows what.

Don't worry Smoker, Rip knows what she's doing. Just follow her lead and you won't look like an idiot dancing with her.]

"Here com stand with me. We'll give them a show." He pulls Hector to his side, wrapping an arm around him and making a peace sign. "Also I can't help but notice you've suddenly got skin on. Bit of a change from your normal or is this normal for you?"

He comes over to her after some time as her eyes have worn a pair of holes right through them.

"I'm guessing you'd like a dance?" He holds out his hand. "I know what you're thinking, does he think I'm just going to dance with him because he asked me to? And because you're you that thought is shoveled right to the side because you know I am handsome and unrelentingly shaggable."

It takes a few dances before he approaches her. He's been watching her for some time, interested in her quietness despite the brightness of her dress. That she watches but doesn't participate intrigues him and he wants to find out why. So he approaches her, casually.

"Enjoying yourself?"

You and I have a very different definition of naughty. [he says that from behind Elliot, having approached him as he hadn't seen him in a while]

Mind if I sidle up?

[Uai realizes his mistake, so tries to clam up... The problem being that Rose has a certain air around her that makes lying seem impossible. He can't even start trying to lie to her. Instead, he sighs in defeat.]

... It's not with Hana, though.

[Hence, his claiming this thinking bench.]

He's been dancing, too. But he's kind of bored at the moment, because there's only so much twirling about with ballgowns he can do. He manages to catch the man coming off the dance and nods to him.

"Nice footwork."

[It's probably only a matter of time before the blue strip of hair gives him away. That, or the fact his suit still has his signature silverwings on it.

Uai pulls her along as they slid to the dance floor, matching his pace to hers so that they seem to glide over effortlessly. It's more fun if people think they planned this.]

Certainly am. [He smiles, beginning to place her voice. The rosey red dress was certainly a good hint.] Yourself?

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