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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[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. ]

[sculpted]

[[And he will do the gentlemanly thing and raise that hand to his lips for an ever-so-light kiss!]]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here! Are you having a good night?

[[SAYS THE WOMAN WITH THE SKILLFULLY HIDDEN CHEST-TAT THERE....]]

[licentious]

[ Thank god this hand is protected. NO GLOVE NO LOVE. ]

Yes, of course. Classy evenings like these always bring up fond memories of Amestris. [ they usually end up with someone shanked so this should be slightly unusual. ]

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?

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ Ah? Oh! He knows that voice. ]

Isabella! I am quite glad I've arrived; it's nice to finally meet you in person.

[licentious]

It's a wondrous occasion to celebrate. [ She offers her lovely hand in a handshankshake WHICH WILL SHANK YOU LATER ): Sorry about that, Hughes. ] It seems Amestrians are the evening's stars. [ Seriously look at all of these dogs of the military being all formal. She's impressed you guys even have color that's not blue in your closets! ]

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ Whatever, man. He will totally stab you in the forehead in the future. ]

It certainly looks that way, doesn't it!

[licentious]

[ And her best friend will head shot you! ]

Yes. But I am glad the greatest of Amestris can join us for tonight, even if it means we're far from home. I never dreamed of having this opportunity in reality. [ Oh man if she was Pinocchio her nose would be outgrowing her nails. ]

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ ......... :| forever ]

It is too bad these types of events don't happen more often in Amestris, don't you think?

[licentious]

[ You're missing the gaping hole in your forehead, Maes. o:| is much better. ]

It's a shame. I'd attend them regularly. Perhaps Grracia can throw the occasional evening party every now and then? I'm sure the Hughes family is influential enough to gather everyone in Amestris. [ Why not! She'd love to invade your home and become The Thing That Would Not Leave. ]

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ You are a horrible person, Isabella... ]

Hmm! I've never thought of that. Elicia's birthday party was quite fun, I wouldn't mind having something similar to that again.

[ AND IT'D GIVE HIM AN OPPORTUNITY TO SHOW OFF HIS CHILD. ]

[licentious]

[ The very very worst. ]

Ah, well these parties are quite different from birthday parties, though I suppose your daughter's celebration would have been quite the event. [ How many children did you angrily pull a gun out on, Hughes? ]

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ ... Three or four. Children gotta learn some time, right? ]

When you have children, everything kind of shifts to focus on them!

[ Not that he minds. Not at all. ]

But oh, if I'd known you back home, I would have gladly invited you. Maybe Elicia's next birthday, hmm~?

[ NOT THAT HE'D LIVE TO SEE THAT ONE... /sob ]

[licentious]

[ Ah! Great job! Trauma for life! It'll make them easier forh er to manipulate. ]

Very true. Children are our future after all. [ If her version of Amestris had a future. Oops. ]

I would be delighted to attend Elicia's next party. It'll be a joyous occasion to remember. [ She'll pop in for craps and giggles. If only she knew that the next party there'd be no way she could ever be invited because she shanked the host THE HOST IS DEAAAAAAAAAAAD. ]

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ Nothing like trauma for life to teach little boys a lesson, right? Look how Armstrong turned out, and he was probably traumatized fifty times by his sisters while growing up... ]

It's settled then! Consider yourself officially invited, just in case you get back before me.

[licentious]

[ I guess so! They may end up sparkly and hating shirts too! ]

Marvelous. I hope my explanation won't be too strange in case you don't remember me.

[derpsaboutfamily]

[ Oh dear... on second thought... ]

Couldn't be much stranger than what's already happening here, hmm?

[licentious]

Agreed. But it's the strangeness that's happening here that makes me wonder what if you don't remember it when we get back. [ I just had Deja Vu! I think this is the second time I've had it while tagging you. ] Then again, there's no guarantee that I'll remember whatever I experience when I return home, too.

[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! ]

[glaciates]

Yeah, I am. I'm guessing you are too?

[Lust, you are so prepared. You're probably going to need it all by the time Isaac's done awkwarding at you. No, seriously, what does he say now? Social situations are difficult enough to begin with; now he's in an entirely new one and talking to a woman with the most gorgeous tits in the land at a masquerade and how does he anything.]

[HUGHES HE HATES YOU.]

[licentious]

This evening is going much better than I could ever plan. It's an honor to be here. [ She is always as prepared as homunculusly possible. She tries to be steps ahead, with varying success that either eliminates an entire race or gets her lit on fire! Oh it's so fun to be Lust....

She retains her composure but starts to inspect him more closely behind the mask. Any sense of buckling confidence is something she'll definitely be able to discover. Fear is the best resource after all. ]