genessia | Firefly Masquerade!

Firefly Masquerade!

Who: Open to anyone who wants to attend
What: A Masquerade! Complete with masks, costumes, music and food.
WhenSaturday August 20th 8pm-midnight
Where: Genessia
Warnings: Tag them if they apply

[a field near the fairgrounds has been cleared away and set up into a tastefully decorated outdoor ball. There are balloons, trellises crawling with summer flowers and white holiday lights carved white chairs and tables, and a buffet table heavy with food. In the center is a beautiful wood dance floor in front of an amphitheater in which a small band complete with singer plays a variety of songs. Some instrumental, some not. Feel free to request or take the stage for yourself!

Dance the night away and at midnight get ready to pull of your masks and basks in the dazzling fireworks display bursting overhead.

Have a great night and thanks for coming to the Firefly Festival.

~~and please no on spike the punch again~~]

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Once he'd heard tell of a lurid contest, Ted ignored the carnival. The last one didn't end so well, anyway.

But Ted could never resist a dance, especially a costume dance. His own was elaborate, with enough colors and frills that the gaudiest peacock would tell him to tone it down.

Dancing is one of the few physical activities that he's actually good at; he loved the steps, the music, and the motion intermingling his soul and theirs. If he sees you, he will ask if he can have this dance. He wants to have them all.

Not a half bad partner, either, if he does think so himself.

[Ever since the fail that was his latex kimono dress thanks to that skunky haired fucker, Berg Katze been plotting schemeing. He needed an outfit that allowed anonymity without being just some gaudy Halloween costume with sparkles. He wanted to enter this masquerade dressed at his finest with a level of sophistication and a hint of danger.

Through whatever powers that be and a little roughhousing of a local seamstress, Berg Katze walks into this ball looking like the leader of an intergalactic terrorist organization in this quite avantgarde purple cat-eared masked suit with a long flowing red/purple cloak and red gloves and boots. The front of the costume as golden buttons flowing down the upper torso in a mock military fashion. The lower half of his mouth is exposed and his lips painted in signature red.]

Kneel before you new master, peons! All your base belongs to me!

[His shrill laughter echos over the music and all the chatter. He descends the stares like a cosplayer high on Pocky and bad pop music with the grace and poise to rival any dancer. Berg Katze gives his cape a nice "Whoosh!" in true villainous fashion.]

Fetch me a glass of red or else you'll see red! [He says towards the nearest server with a pompous huff.] NOW!

[Despite this being a masked costume, anyone who knows him can tell it's Katze. The back of the helmet is left exposed and his long magenta hair is cascading down the back of his awesome as hell cloak.]

[Bracken & Katze - Closed ]

Oh, come on! It doesn't look that bad.

[Berg Katze says as he drags the poor blond over. It was difficult to find a costume that matches his. Katze went over the top with his costume on purpose but Bracken didn't even try. Utterly determined to drag Bracken with him to the ball, he put this strange green number on the youth along with that odd cat mask too.]

I knew I should've forced that seamstress to make this purple instead of green!

Edited 2016-08-21 02:34 (UTC)

[Someone certainly was staying up well past her bedtime.

Dressed in her favorite pink ball gown and wearing a matching mask with the sides styled to look like angel wings, she carried her usual parasol in hopes to further hide her identity.

However, the fact that even though she was wearing shoes with heels higher than what she is used to make herself appear taller, she was still noticeably shorter than most others at the party.

While Anastasia walks around the party, she does her best to look like she belongs. As a Princess, she was pretty much a pro.]

[Abel just have to join the party for the delicious food, especially those delectable sweets!!!

Except one problem, he isn't particulary good at wearing costumes. He wanted to join. And well, he gets the idea to rent a costume from a costume store to wear for the evening. After all, by day he's a priest, and the priest uniform is unsuitable for this kind of party.

He wears all black. An elegant gentleman suit and a black top-hat. What distinguished him from the others other than his long silver hair is that he wears a raven beak mask with black feathers decorating on the side of his temple, and a pair of stiff pitch-black raven wings (so fake, but it's a prop and part of his costume) that has a strap around his shoulders and arms.

So yes, he looks like a raven man in a black tuxedo. Either way, this man is going to nom on his sweets and wine at his own dinner table.]

[OOC: He'll dance with either guys or the ladies!]

Edited 2016-08-21 02:43 (UTC)

[The costume definitely wasn't very 'Bracken'. Normally, he would have completely skipped the event. Probably never even knew about it, stayed home and did his usual thing.

But, he wasn't one who said 'no' a lot. Katze had gotten him into the weird, very tight thing... He wasn't horribly out of shape or anything, but he was definitely on the 'big-boned' side. And he definitely didn't hold himself like any kind of soldier. Not having a staff was super weird, and he wasn't used to stuff being clingy.

Still, he wasn't one to complain. He was a very awkward looking henchman, staying a bit behind Katze.]

A-Are you sure I look okay...? It's... really tight.

[For a guy who usually wore relaxed robed, this was new.]

[A familiar and somewhat dreaded figure floats down out of the sky, Freeza dressed in a formal business suit of all things. A hole cut in the bottom to make room for his long, waving tail.

He looks utterly bored surveying the (rather measly to him) festival around him. Though a small nasty smile crosses his lips as he sees people on either side immediately scurry away in fear.]

So this is their idea of holding a cerebration? How very quaint...

[Except it's not a server that Katze gave the order to, but rather a handsome tall gentleman with long silver hair, wearing a black tuxedo, a raven mask with black feathers decorate on both side of his temple, and donning a pair of raven wings. It's clear to see the large raven wings has a harness that circled around his shoulders and back.

Who knew the priest is a gentleman raven in a tuxedo? In a huff of indignation, he made a bow. He decide to play along, as he finds this fun to do.]

As you wish, Mistress. I shall fetch you a glass of the finest wine immediately.

[With a smile, he returns back with said glass of chilled red wine.]

Here, it's a good vintage too.

Well, it doesn't leave much to the imagination~

[The big cat says with a slight snicker as he pulls Bracken along. The human isn't fat but he's fluffy enough to be kind of noticeable in skin tight villainware. Katze finds it oddly cute and purposely takes a moment to pinch Bracken's chubby side.]

Love handles? Teehee! You're chubby.

[He says that teasingly as he pokes and pinches the poor blond. Katze is just a menace tonight. He's in full bastard mode but with a dash of sweet.]

Edited 2016-08-21 02:56 (UTC)

[Abel figured out she might be Anastasia, with her height and parasol, but he couldn't be too sure.

To Anastasia, a very tall gentleman with long silver hair, wearing all black in a tuxedo suit approached her. What makes the man look intimidating is his raven beak mask styled with raven feathers. And he wears a pair of raven wings with an impressive wing span that is seen clearly having straps around his shoulders and back.]

Good evening. Are you enjoying the party?

While Ted is alone by himself, a gentleman with long silver hair tied back in a pony tail with a black ribbon, wearing an all black tuxedo, a black top hat, a raven beaked mask with black feathers decorating on the side of the temple, and wearing a pair of raven wings with an impressive wingspan as part of the costume is standing next to him.

Perhaps, an anthropomorphic of Edgar Allan Poe's Raven looking really good and dashing. The Father in disguise, nudged Ted with an elbow, "Enjoying yourself, my friend?"

[Katze visibly tenses once he sees the feathers. At first, he thought it was skunk head's pet hawk coming back for round two. Instead there's an absurdly handsome and tall masked man in a dapper suit bowing to him. Katze doesn't feel threatened anymore than he feels upstaged right now.

Who told this fancy bastard to waltz his pretty ass in here with raven wings and a sexy suit?! Berg Katze is pouting a little. He's suppose to be the star of tonight's program! Not this oddly familiar hottie in the suit.

His tail flicks in annoyance.]

It better be red like blood! [He grumbles after that 'Mistress' bit. The space alien may or may not be flustered.

Katze snatches the glass quickly and takes a sip.]

Mhmm... [He makes a face.] Wine isn't as tasty as TV makes it out to be.

[Abel noticed the figure floating in the air, and well, being no measely human himself, he could sense that the alien looking individual has a LOT of power. Perhaps enough to kill everyone here.

Unfortunately, hoping for the best, maybe he's only here to enjoy the festivities, but he does keep a close watch on him every now and then, wary. He sense danger from him.]

[Anastasia slowly turned, her shoes clapping lightly on the wooden floor. She didn't reveal her face, merely looking at him through the frills of her parasol. Only her blue eyes could be seen.

When she replies, she tries to mask her voice naturally, trying to sound older than she was. Those with a knack for voice tones can spot this.]

"I do not care for the music, but it was not a waste of time."

[Luckily that mask hid most of the red on his face. He wasn't overly down on his looks, but he didn't think he compared to the seemingly super models that surrounded him.

There was plenty enough there for him to grab, and he didn't mind that so much as he was just self-conscious in general. He felt kind of... exposed in this outfit. And Katze was kind of pointing out that he wasn't going to be appearing on any magazine covers anytime soon...]

I-I can't help it... I-I can't look as good as e-everyone else here...

[He moved a bit closer to Katze to hide a bit behind him.]

[Unfortunately for Katze, this person who happened to be the closest nearby was perhaps the one person in Genessia to be more evil then him. And he doesn't like other acting like they own the place when he did it first.]

Master, eh?

[Freeza glides over to the equally androgynous fellow alien as if he were but a kite in that sober businessman suit of his]

I do believe I laid that claim first...

[The reptilian warlord notices the silver-haired earthling looking at him with a knowing wariness. So there is one here who can sense how dangerous he is? Good. Freeza just flashes a serene smile chilling in it's lack of warmth back at Abel.]

*Sonico had been looking forward to this event as soon as she had heard it announced. A ball is something she has only read about in fairy tales and seen in films, so her expectations are pretty high. Sonico arrives with an ice blue colour as her outfit theme. The woman in the shop had insisted that it contrasted beautifully with the pink of her hair and eyes, and that certainly turned out to be true. Sonico wears a long blue blackless dress, designed to accentuate her curves while also far more sophisticatoon than she has ever felt. She wears a delicate blue mask to match, and her hair is tied up for a change, make up elegantly done.

Floating Around

On arrival and at various points in the evening, Sonico can be found just drifting around the ball, admiring all the decoration.

By the Dance Floor

Sonico doesn't dance but she is having a great time listening to the music and watching others, standing a safe distance from the dance floor so that she doesn't get pulled in.

Buffet Time

Who can say no to a buffet that delicious? Plus, there appears to be sparkling wine available, so Sonico lingers by that table. What else to drink at a ball?*

[Does Abel have to say something? Perhaps it's Freeza condescending look at the people here, that...well, Abel recognized that expression all too well, coming from his own brother who believe they should be look upon as Gods in the people's minds.]

Um...are you enjoying yourself here? You looked rather bored.

[Abel is certainly not interested in winning any costume contest. He just being who he is, and well to be honest, he's just here for the sweets.

Still, he sees this as playing along, but a part of him recognized Katze by voice recognition.]

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Terrance is wearing a black mask and a red formal jacket. He steps up behind Sonico with a smirk on his lips. He leans forward, a hand lightly resting on her shoulder to stop her from turning around. He whispers in her ear feeling protected behind the black mask.

There is something mystical about masquerades.]

Watching doesn't look like much fun.

[He releases her shoulder knowing that his accent most likely gave his identity away. That or his messy hair will, really masks are useless but it's still a little fun.]

ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ

[ overall it took shiemi the longest to find a proper costume that suited her tastes and was as elegant as she assumed the ball to be — and it was. as usual she wore a kimono, but not any ordinary kimono. It was extravagantly made, eye-catching and adorned with cherry blossoms on the sleeves and torso. even matching socks, geta, and hair pins came with it to make a whole set! it came for a very cheap price, much to shiemi’s surprise and pleasure.

along with such a pretty array, she wore her white cat mask, which covered up all of her face. Her hair was tied into a bun and her bangs were also moved away from her forehead to add extra ~mystery~ to the mix. hands folded into the wide sleeves, she glances around in awe. ]

So pretty…

[ unfortunately her voice most likely gave away who she was to anyone who knew her. ]

ʙᴜꜰꜰᴇᴛ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

[ quietly as she watched the rest of the party goers, shiemi stood at the buffet table, head turned slightly and allowing her bangs to shade her eyes as she nibbled on a coconut macaroon.

and honestly considered staying there and eating all the sweets! but that would be inconsiderate, right…? ]

ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ

[ shiemi had no idea how to dance. and didn’t she need a partner to do that? humming softly to the music, which was some sort of waltz, she watched carefully underneath her mask. ]

[Terrance is wearing a black mask and a red formal jacket. He stands like he belongs though his hair is a little messy and the smirk on his lips implies that something within the ball is entertaining him. one hand is in his pocket and the other is holding a drink.

He likes his spot against the wall, watching those fluttering around the dance floor and accumulating near the food. It's fun to people watch and being here makes him feel like he's stepped into a Shakespeare play. At least before something goes horribly wrong.]

*The hand on her mostly bare shoulder makes Sonico inhale quickly, and she holds her breath. The whisper in her ear makes her shudder gently and her cheeks flush. That voice must belong to Terrance, but she hadn't expected to see him*

Terrance?

*Sonico turns towards him, but when she catches sight of how he looks all dressed up so smart and charming she lets out the breath she was holding in response to a very pleasant surprise*

You guessed right.

[His smile widens momentarily.]

You look surprised?

[Terrance's eyebrow rises curiously. He doesn't think he's anything special to look at but she's looking at him differently...]

[Katze couldn't help but roll his eyes a little at Bracken. Talk about low body image, Batman! He doesn't understand why Bracken is so sensitive, especially since he thinks the mage looks great.]

Stop whining! You look great and you know it.

[He huffs once the blond hides behind him like some scared bunny rabbit.]

Geez, maybe I should get you some liquid courage.

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Firefly Masquerade!

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Berg Katze | OTA

Anastasia | OTA

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By the Dance Floor

moriyama shiemi | ota

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