EVENT- Genessia Masquerade

[phoenixstrut]

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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Comments

food.

[saxophone]

The array of food had been the most alluring thing in the room to Gren. He arrived with an empty stomach, emboldening an appetite that would surely have no qualms in indulging. The warm platters expelled ribbons of steam that curled at him like a beckoning finger and his hunger heeded the call without hesitation.

He’s making his way to the spread now, his focus and his feet convening in an effort to quickly get him to that glimmering, silver bowl heaping with meatballs. His attention was seized by the potential of gluttony and the fact was obvious as he nearly collides with a man carrying his own plate of food and two flutes of champagne. “Oh, sorry.” He notes the two flutes, certain that the other man was taking them to his date but he utilizes their presence playfully. The jest is merely an attempt to dispel the mild embarrassment he feels for nearly trampling the poor man on his path to a feeding frenzy. “Someone’s thirsty.”

food.

[delilahs_death]

"It's fine," he says, unconcerned about the crash. If he'd dropped his food, there was still plenty more, after all. Though that casualness shifts slightly at the jest, though he shrugs at the response.

"It's a double-fisted kind of party."

[saxophone]

“You think so?” Gren’s eyes quickly flick over the man, scrutinizing his attire from top to bottom. What he observes is evidently an accurate show of the man’s enthusiasm. Baseline— just barely meeting the bare minimum that would have granted him entrance into the venue. Gren, on the other hand, dons a lavish getup that suits the setting just fine as the party was very much His Style. Any excuse to be flamboyant and fancy is an opportunity meant to be seized. Always.

He can sympathize, though. He’s not heartless. “Whoever drug you here owes you big time.”

[delilahs_death]

"No one dragged me here. I came because I've only just arrived in this place, and I thought I might as well see what this was all about," he says with something of a casual shrug before sipping off of one of his glasses. He can definitely tell that this is Gren's sort of thing, or that at the very least he likes to dress up. It reminds him of the aristocrats from back home, the outfits put together for society balls and dinner parties and the like. "And if nothing else, there is certainly the food and drink to enjoy."

[saxophone]

“And the sights and sounds.” Gren hopes that the man can appreciate those, too. Even if he isn’t the type to socialize one could surely enjoy the classical music and the rich, opulent setting it weaved itself throughout. The people didn’t look half bad, either. “I’m Gren, by the way.”

[delilahs_death]

He shrugs slightly at the mention of sights and sounds -- in truth, opulence has a deadened effect on him after the parties he went to in life. But then again, maybe it was the lot of being an aristocrat's bastard: being able to view all sorts of decadence without ever really being able to enjoy it or participate.

"My name is Dr. Jezebel Disraeli," he says, nodding in greeting at Gren, his voice slightly stiff whenever he's meant to introduce himself.