Valentine's Masquerade

[her_mouse_jesty]

Who: Minnie, Saber, and anyone who wants to join the party!
Where: Goldenrod.
When: Forward dated to 20th,with apologies for earliness, Afternoon to Night.
Summary: The girls are holding a Masquerade to finish off the feel of good vibes and loving sentiment. A chance to build CR, since they've offered to Fly in anyone for the day!
Rating: G, will change if needed.
Log:

With the last of the Pokemon singing vibes wafting their way out, there’s still a chance to have a fairly normal time here in Goldenrod. The Valentine’s Masquerade has been prepared, and the beautiful hostesses are ready to attend to their guests need. They rented out a small, one floor building for their needs, and it has been lavishly decorated in white frills, pink and red hearts, and the occasional cupid.

There’s more than enough room on the dance floor, as elegant ballroom music plays, courtesy of those nice folks at the Radio Tower. For those who are not exactly ready for the ballroom blitz, there are paper footprints on the floor to help you around if you’d like a waltz or foxtrot.

Some tables have been set up if you want a break from dancing. The first is a table for cards and masks – this is a masquerade after all! You can cut up your own from paper for cards, and paint your own choice of colors for the soft mask molds. There is glitter, feathers, glue, beads, fake jewelry, everything you’d need to create a pretty disguise and express how you feel in the written word.

A second table is full on banquet of Valentines sweets. A chocolate fountain has been set up, along with several dipping choices – fruits and extra candy, naturally. There are handmade chocolates there as well – milk, dark, white, full of peanuts, almonds, etc – but for those of you who can’t stand chocolate anymore, there is plenty of fresh cut up fruit to snack on. There’s also a large punch bowl for the thirsty, but you will get a nasty finger wagging at if you spike it.

Off in the corner, many books of poetry are piled up. Granted, they are mostly about Pokemon, but it’s the thought that counts. There’s also a stool and microphone set if you’d like to read your own creations, or perhaps croon to your sweetheart.

Please don’t tag until this sentence has a line through it. Have fun!
 

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DANCE FLOOR

[her_mouse_jesty]

The classical music guides you out onto the floor. You can choose to follow the steps on the floor, or you can be confident and take your own path. Pianos play, strings sway, it's a very calming and romantic atmosphere.

[infinitejustice]

[There's Athrun on the edge of the dance floor. He's wearing his Orb admiral's uniform and (surprise, surprise) a red mask, though at the top there's a yellow chevron shape. He's looking for people he knows.]

[subtlecoruscate]

[Rima's just watching the others dance, glad this party isn't as chaotic as the last one back at Cross Academy. She's wearing a plain black dress and a small smile. It's nice to be able to attend something like this and not have people screaming your name]

[scientificflair]

[The party is decidedly less chaotic, perhaps, but hopefully she doesn't mind being approached; after all, one can't exactly leave a lovely lady by herself on the side of the dance floor, can they?

...admittedly, being approached by this likely isn't exactly what anyone had in mind, but the deep bow from the waist that she's offered is gentlemanly enough, as is the hand being offered to her.]

Might I ask the lady to honor me with a dance?

[subtlecoruscate]

[If this were Cross Academy, she probably would mind being approached by a complete stranger. Fortunately, this is Johto, he's no day class student and she isn't a vampire.

So instead, she glances up at him before taking the offered hand without a word. She might not look particularly interested, but at least that's better than being rejected on the spot?]

[the_whitequeen]

[ Lacus did enjoy going to these parties --- especially with her father. This scene really brought back memories. Both beautiful and sad. She had on a small smile, while looking a bit distant ... and this dress.

She later lost her distant look and began looking around for a familiar face.. ]

open!

[licentious]

[ WELP, Lust wanted to get back to Goldenrod as soon as possible since traveling with Gluttony was probably like playing Kid Icarus, or Super Mario whatever with one life against Bowser while blind. Unfortunately this means she had to attend some masquerade. With other humans. Ew. On the other side, this was slightly fine to her, at least it was a classy thing and not like one of those college girls gone wild films she was in during her wilder days. Not that those days, or those parties, ever existed but the lady still loved the finer things in life!

As for what she's wearing, just imagine something like this except it covers that awful sorority ouroboros tattoo since no one is seeing that until they buy her dinner and prove that they're a trustworthy source that doesn't leak stuff to Mustang. Oh, and, she's wearing this masquerade mask because surprisingly it's a masquerade and this lady is always prepared unless it's about estimating humanity.

For now, she isn't doing anything too attention grabbing except wearing a fucking bird on her head and being a stunningly gorgeous wallflower with a classy drink in her hand. Perhaps you should approach her for light conversation or asking her to dance! If you impress her, you might just see her ankles! ]

[sculpted]

[[Oh come now, Lust

for the glorious Major Alex Louis Armstrong you could at least manage a knee!]]

Miss Isabella?

[[With decidedly less sparkle now, have said Major approaching you! He's wearing this minus the cape, except the coat is light purple; a direct match to the shiny Ducklett sitting on his shoulder, judging everyone. To top off the outfit is this mask!]]

You look enchanting this evening!

[licentious]

[ He could manage at least a knee, though, maybe a view of her wicked manicure might be a bit more intimate instead.

With the fact that someone from the Amestrian military is openly approaching her, she can't help but to feel great that he thinks she's legitimately someone else. She starts to smile, a smile that's a bit more expressive than her usual, more subtle, range of expressions.

Also what the hell are you wearing? Despite the outside smile, be very assure that Lust is judging your fashion (and common) sense deep down beneath this outfit boy. Just. Wow. Someone needs to get Joan fucking Rivers on this. ]

Ah, yes, it is me. Hello, Major Armstrong. [ Sticking out her (thankfully gloved) hand. ] Thank you for the warm compliments, you're quite majestic looking yourself. [ That term, to Lust, is usually reserved for horses but Alex will make a special exception. ]

I was going to tag the shirtless thread but /sob... too many threads. WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU HERE?

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ Hughes is dressed up in a tuxedo and a very simple mask. He hasn't actually seen Isabella yet, so he has no idea that this is her, but seeing anyone just being a wallflower simply won't do, so he'll be approaching. ]

Beautiful evening, don't you think?

IT'S OKAY IT'S OKAY <3 ;w; no worries!

[licentious]

[ Lust arches an eyebrow (not that it'd be visible) by yet another Amestrian approaching her.
The voice should sound very familiar to Hughes. All too familiar! It's Isabella, of course. ]

Yes. It's simply a wonderful evening [ except it's not ], I'm glad I showed up [ Because now I am home. ]. Aren't you glad you arrived, Mr. Hughes?

[glaciates]

[You know what Isaac really hates? Socializing. Also formal dances like this. Also Hughes. How did he manage to talk Isaac into this anyway?]

[Like everyone else, Isaac is dressed up in a dark blue outfit that isn't going to be described any further because the mun was too lazy to think of it, and he's actually been forced into looking nicer. His hair is still ridiculously long, but it's tied back lower and looks... about as nice as hair that long really can on a man of his stature. He's also clean-shaven and looking horribly awkward.]

[But! He'll try to enjoy himself as best he can! Which means attempting to find that woman Hughes was so insistent he see. That... is proving about as easy as one would imagine, considering Hughes described her and this is a masquerade. Yeah. At least he can look for long, dark hair--]

[Why hello there.]

Good evening.

[...Welp, there went all the classiness he's ever had. And the awkward is about to kick in within five seconds!]

[licentious]

[ Lust has no idea about Isaac. From his presence, to his over all role, to anything else. His entire existence is a big mystery and question mark to Lust. When he first approaches, her only reaction is Oh god, why do I have to talk to people. She practically smells the awkwardness exuding from his body, and she's already dreading the conversation.

But, she might as well play nice. There wasn't anything that'd be too terrible about this man, right? After all, a brief conversation during a masquerade was something she pulled off dozens of times before. Why would this time be any different? Lust, within a split second, adopts the most pleasant persona she can think of. The one that constantly brown noses the likes of Hughes and Alex.

She sticks out a single hand. ]

As to yourself. Are you enjoying the festivities? [ Don't worry. She came prepared. There's blow, and something to give her retrograde amnesia in her purse. Her misanthropy knows no bounds! ]

[explosivecombat]

[Parties and casual socializing like this are a bit of an odd memory for Kimblee - something he hasn't missed, exactly, in the time that he's been...away, but now that he's been given a chance to indulge in them like this, he certainly doesn't see why not. He's never found gatherings like this to be unpleasant, after all; he used to attend such things on a regular basis, he's never been among the sort to find them boring, and if, on the off chance the party is dull, he's found ways to ensure that he enjoys himself, at the very least.

Having a rather lovely date for the evening is one; wearing something that's classy if you don't know him, and in horrendously bad taste if you do, is definitely another. Of course, given Johto's apparent dislike of weapons his version of the outfit is obviously missing the sword, as well as going without the, er, drapes that are trying to pass themselves off as a cape; his hair is down for once, rather than tied back, having been played with enough to render it decidedly less flat.

Just the same...Red Death, indeed.

However! It's nice to be back in civilization, as opposed to on the routes or in the tiny towns along the way; questionable taste or not, Kimblee's mood is still a good one, even without the added energy-high brought on by whatever the last few days have been.]

[snapandscoot]

[[Said lovely date is holding his arm gracefully with one gloved hand, looking around the room. With her mask covering most of her face, her lips blood red and her hair styled and full of ribbons, Emmy is practically unrecognizable. The bright red dress and heels don't help much either. All in all, however, she makes a perfect compliment to her partner's Red Death outfit.

Which is lovely and classy! Why wouldn't it be? He's a gentleman who happens to be wearing red, that's all!

All the makeup and masks in the world can't hide Emmy's rather excitable voice and mannerisms, however, and she turns to Kimblee, beaming.]]

Isn't this exciting, Mr Kimblee? I haven't been to something this fancy since...

[[....thinking....]]

...well...ever!

[explosivecombat]

[...Emmy, you are quite the lovely date but you are still so quaint he's gonna die, okay.]

Is that so? Well, in that case, we certainly should ensure that it's a nice evening, then.

[sculpted]

[[Armstrong has been quite content to wander through the throng tonight, with Stein calmly perched on his shoulder, admiring all of the costumes. He'll occasionally engage a passerby in polite conversation; after all, he grew up attending events like this, and is perfectly aware of how to act appropriately at them!

The flash of red will catch his eye and make him turn to examine the source. His eyes widen! He recognizes the inspiration for that outfit, and simply must comment on it!

So, Kimblee, have him coming up to you and looking quite affable!]]

I must say, I find your choice of costume quite marvelous! The Red Death from Le Fantôme de l'Opéra, if I'm not mistaken? It warms my heart to meet a fellow connoisseur of the arts!

1/3

[explosivecombat]

[...oh, for the love of all things holy and several things that are not, what is it with you and birds? If that duck also sees fit to jump on him, he'll have no qualms about backhanding this one, too.

As it stands, he's a bit off-put by the sudden large amounts of affability, and the even larger quantity of screaming violet staring him in the face. Armstrong, have you lost your mi-]

[explosivecombat]

[...oh.

You. You have no idea, do you...]

[explosivecombat]

[Oh.]

Well, well, Major - I must say that I appreciate the compliments, though I do have to wonder if you would have been so inclined to give them if you realized whom you were speaking to when you started.

[glaciates]

[It would be natural to assume Isaac isn't well-versed in the arts. He just doesn't seem the sort to be interested in it. Truth be told, he isn't; but that doesn't mean he won't recognize that costume. The man doesn't look familiar right away, but Isaac is almost positive he recognizes him as he approaches.]

[OOH MR KIMBLEE OOH and all that.]

Kimblee, is that you?

[Hope you don't mind Isaac, right the fuck out of nowhere. He's dressed nicely as well fuck figuring out what he's wearing, in a much less grandiose, dark blue outfit. The mask isn't anything to write home about either, but at least it looks like Hughes managed to force Isaac to shave and mess with his hair a bit! Isaac's hair isn't down entirely, but it's pulled back and secured (only once) at the base of his neck. He should still be recognizable!]

[explosivecombat]

[And I will leave my outfit-in-horrible-taste on.]

Well, well, Isaac - haven't you cleaned up nicely.

[The comment is teasing, but it isn't cruel - it's sidling closer to a compliment than anything, really.]

Enjoying the evening, I assume?

[snapandscoot]

[[In all honesty, Emmy has never really attended an event as glamorous as this, and...well. Never worn anything as glamorous as this. So both of these points make for a rather happy Assistant #1! Her hair is beautifully curled as opposed to the usual, filled with ribbons, and her dress and mask compliment her quite well; the dress hugging her figure and the mask mixing perfectly with her bright red lipstick. All in all, she feels like quite the princess!

So now she's found herself standing on the side of the dancefloor, sipping at a glass of wine as she watches the couples on the floor. It makes her smile; there are so many lovely dresses and costumes! If only she got to do this more often.]]

[scientificflair]

[Well, well - if it isn't Layton's assistant. Descole had seen her here earlier; she had arrived with a date, and while he normally wouldn't have recognized her right off, she's a bit...difficult to miss when one sees her in action. And she had been incredibly enthusiastic and just generally recognizable as hell on the arm of said date, really.

However, she's alone now, and he's wearing something so accidentally meta it hurts that greatly increases his chances of not being recognized, what with the clothing posing a stark difference to his usual attire and the full-face mask concealing even more than he always does.

So! Naturally, this means trolling rights are now in full effect; operating under both said trolling rights and a general sense of "Well, why the hell not", he sees no reason to not approach her.

Don't worry, Emmy, that deep bow from the waist is very gentlemanly, as is the hand being offered to you.]

Might I have the honor...?

[He's well aware that his voice is rather distinctive; it's fortunate, then, that he's rather accustomed to altering that as well. The mask assists with that, somewhat, but he's also biting his usual accent back hard, and pitching down a few shades as well. The result is something deep and soft, but generally neutral and overall generic; not easily placed or remembered, really, especially not as belonging to him.]

[glaciates]

[How did he get conned into this? No, seriously. Hughes must have bitched at him for hours in order to get him to do something this ridiculous.]

[...Well, actually Hughes just kept suggesting it, but same thing, right? Anyway, Isaac is actually dressed nicely for once don't expect a description because the mun is lazy, he's even clean-shaven and his hair is tied back loosely. It's not much of a change, but it's enough to get him to be even more awkward than usual.]

[He hasn't spent much time actually dancing, if only because he doesn't know how to dance, but it's been a nice evening anyway. He's used to being on the sidelines and watching, he certainly doesn't mind doing it again. Everyone seems to be having fun.]

[It's as he's surveying the dancers that he happens to notice a young woman standing apart from the crowd. She's tiny - of course this is the first thing he notices - and looks quite gorgeous. Instead of just awkwardly staring, he'll actually approach! Oh look, Hughes must have taught him something!]

Nice night, huh?

[Well, you really can't hope for too much from Isaac.]