Masquerade! Paper faces on parade~

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~



All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!

Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~

Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]

Comments

[crackpotcrocker]

............ [Quite frankly Crocker needed to think about that question. He's gone this far into his life without one, did it matter anymore?] I'm not sure. What about you? What do you think about death?

[fulmination]

It doesn't bother me, honestly. I've... killed people before simply because I was ordered to.

_{[He doesn't really sound remorseful about it though, but he doesn't sound happy either. It's just... neutral.]}

[crackpotcrocker]

[Any sane person would be bothered by that, any sane person, who they themselves wheren't trying to murder a ten year old, who is now twenty - three in cold blood for power. Though the success rate on that.... However, on the other hand it was free will and not on orders.]

I can't say I haven't tried.

[Beat and looks up for a moment] You're not still taking those orders are you? [Just a bit of a shakey voice]

[fulmination]

If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already, Mister Crocker.

<sub>[Kimblee no that isn't

helping.

Stop acting so cheerful about it.]</sub>

[crackpotcrocker]

[If Kimblee was trying to creep Denzel out, wasn't working, actually the creep gave a smirk back.]

Yay!

[Who knew that creep vibes cancelled themselves out]

I think I have this down... I don't suppose you'd like to learn how to - DISCO!

[fulmination]

_{[He can totally roll with it considering he knows stranger people.]}

How were you trying to kill these people? You said you've tried, but by the sounds of it your attempts weren't very successful.

_{[A beat.]}

I suppose it'd be worth a try.

[crackpotcrocker]

More a peculiar person. I believe I told you about Turner. Let's see...
[Denzel mumbles on and off] Thrown sharp metal F's at him.
I've cornered him with four hounds with rabies.
[Normal vocal]
OH!
When I figured Turner had magically attained ESP, I lured Turner into the GYM, where I had all the children gathered and commanded them all to think.
[Laughs maniacally]
[Pause]
Then there was that time the entire world was WISHED into a comic book and I was transformed into Doctor Crocktopus! Master of the my magical tentacles tried blasting Turner!

Then there was that time I tried blasting, Turner with - DYNAMITE!

As well as trying to squish Turner with a boulder, percutaneously perched on the edge of a cliff.

Another time, I set up an laborite trap that involved roller blades, pillow feathers, all ending to end up at the boiler at the local D.F.C. resturant.

OH! There was also that time I was a warlock and transformed myself into a dragon and tried to eat him!

[Denzel pauses, there where more things over the years. That really only touched the iceberg, the HATE between him and Timmy. There's a pause. Crocker doesn't look as if he regrets doing any of this, however is looking for a bit of an ego stroking or approval.]

[Beat and Denzel looses his grip] It's not as a physical dance.

[fulmination]

_{[Kimblee listens to each attempt, and each one only sounds more and more absurd. By the time he finishes, the alchemist pinches the bridge of his nose. To think they called him mad! Clearly Crocker had issues.]}

I won't even begin to ask what a 'comic' book or what the 'D.F.C.' is, but that seems like far too much trouble just to rid yourself of a child. Seven years ago a war was started simply because an Amestrian shot an Ishvalan child.

_{[And then a nod.]}

Of course.

[crackpotcrocker]

[There's that crazy stirring up in Crocker's eyes] He has power. He has creatures with power that would rival the curses here! CURSES! [There's that twitch again]

[Crocker stares] How is that a bad thing? [The shotting the child that is]

Follow my lead. [Denzel slowly does these steps and waits for Kimblee to mimic]