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The Green Ballroom takes it's cue from it's name. Light blue swaths of cloth are hung from the chandeliers to the walls, creating a 'sky', and brown and green curtains line the walls. Plants and trees are placed here and there to create a forest or jungle effect, and several seem artfully arranged into private copses.
Entering the hotel, spell free, Mason looks at each of the rooms before entering The Green Ballroom. This costume is way too fucking hot for dancing. Mason wanders around the room admiring all the work that must have been put into the decorations. I wonder if they would give me the name of the decorator.
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I may not be much of a man by the light of the day
Tom wobbled slightly as he walked, still not used to the white and red platform heels necessary for his outfit. He straightened his cape, pushed back his now curled hair and licked his lips lightly, tasting just a hint of the dark blood red lipstick. He glanced around him, checking to see if any of his cabal had followed him in to the ball room or had left and closed his eyes. To be honest when he had lost to Animus in that card game he had been just a little thrilled. He loved Halloween, it was a time he could shed his persona of normality and let just a little of the twisting influence of Pandemonium through, even with out his usual magics. He could be flashy, powerful and sexual for just one night. Tommarrow... he would just be Tom again. For now he could just own the costume.
But by night... I am one hell of a lover...
He smiles, lifting his neck as he looks around the room, letting the lighting hit the black cape with a sliver neck that cradled his face, now painted pale with dark eye shadow. Large fake pearls, coated with something to make them shimmer rested on his neck. The rest of him was covered but he made an entrance none the less, striding to through the door. He looks around eying the crowd.
So come up to the lab, see whats on the slab. I see you shiver with antici-
When he was most visible he whips off the coat, letting the leather, lace and sequins shimmer in the light, laced just so they showed off his abs. He smoothed down the sides with gloved hands, and smiled. He moved forward, the black leather short shorts clinging to his ass, and the long black stockings showing off the shape of his legs.
Pation.
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Mike feels... strange. He was laughed at when telling others he didn't know the Rocky Horror Show. But when wearing his costume, he realizes why he never heard of it. Sure it must have been funny, it just didn't get his attention.
There was just one protective spell active, mage sight would only confuse him on events like Halloween. Nevertheless, that one spell was needed, otherwise he would feel so naked. And so early in the evening already. If there wasn't this "Cabal Theme" he would most likely be a vampire, fake teeth and all. Eternally hot with strong bodies, and night. Forever night! Laying in bed... well fill the rest in yourself.
Once inside in his golden clothes he instantly spots Ahriman (@Ibladora). Oh my...
'Just when I wanted to be the gayest gay of the evening, you have certainly beaten me.' Mike grins, smiling to his friend. 'Hi.' He adds.
Mike: as the right picture for now
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"I aim to pleathe." the other man lisps back at him. The way he moves and looks is so much different from normal. His eyes smolder and his posture and movements have an air of sensuality around them. He chuckles.
"So... rocky... How are you tonight?" he puts a finger under his chin and smiles.
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Technique watched from his table in the back, the two younger arrows come in. Hahaha, naww shit are they for real? The councillor is dressed fairly normally - though it is obvious there is some makeup applied to his ears, turning them more elven in appearance. He even had a prosthetic, pointed nose to go with it, but the tout-Le-monde of his costume was the four grand designer label suit he wore. It was the biggest costume of them all - for all his money, Technique still felt himself a hood rat. He let out a loud whistle to the two other Arrows., startling the scantily clad costumed beauties at his table. "Yo Frankenfurter! Is that your supposedly Perfect Creation!" He calls out, a joking smile on his face. The two notice there are already several empty champagne bottles, and yet there is one still in fresh ice.
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Tom grins and moves towards his fellow arrow, sliding into the table.
"He ith my perfect creation. Jitht look at hith body. " he says. "You could thing a thong about it." He looked over the bottles "Thank yew again fer the invite."
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Tracy Burns, Blush of Life, Presence 2 (Innocent), SL 2 (Dangerously Naive)
Tracy loved parties, and it had been a while since she had been able to attend a nice party like this one. She never had any trouble getting into bars, but moving from one town to another meant that she didn't get to attend these sort of events too often.
She had decided to dye her hair red for the evening; the costume wouldn't be the same without it. Tracy knew that she looked good in red, and the quickie she had earlier that evening confirmed what she already knew. She giggled as she remembered the moment.
He was ooh so tasty.
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Tracy decided to check out the Green Ballroom first; maybe it was her wild nature that drew her to the jungle themed room, maybe it was something else. She strolled in gracefully, a deviously innocent smile on her face. Her green eyes moved from one person to the next as she scanned the crowd. There were no other beasts in the room as far as she could tell, but there were some very interesting characters in attendance nonetheless.
She walked up to the bar and sat down facing the dance floor. She crossed her right leg over her left one, allowing for some skin to show. She was a predator, and tonight she was on the prowl.
Girls just wanna have fun.
Sally Romanov, Presence 4 (Empathic), SL2: Exotic
Sally Romanov arrives with her own cowl up her dress flowed around her with a slit all the way up to the hip. She wore tall thigh high boots and garders that showed. Sally had no interest in modesty tonight, it had been so long since she had cut loose and enjoyed herself. With everything that had happened recently she hoped that she would find beyond simple pleasures tonight.
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Sally swayed into the Green ballroom and made her way out to the dance floor. She would dance tonight, she would have some drinks, she would enjoy herself. No Magath, no Idgam, none of that anymore, at least for tonight.
The Faithkeeper made her way to the bar and ordered a double tequila shot and limes. Sally downed the shot and for a moment felt the warmth, and then nothing more. Gotta love that wolf metabolism. Sally made her way out to the dance floor, made sure the fake blades were pushed in as to not poke anyone, and proceeded to Dance her ass off.
Stefan followed along in Sally's wake, his striking features sort of covered by the white hood he was wearing. The puffy sleeved shirt made him feel sort of silly, but it was Halloween, and frankly, there wasn't a person in there that didn't look sort of silly. Besides, it was gonna be fun to not have to be Stefan Anderson, Werewolf, Cahalith pup and very tentative and new Storm Lord.
Tonight, he was Ezio Auditore da Firenze, and a Goddamn Ninja.
Or at least, the Italian version of a Goddamn Ninja.
Hey, it was close enough.
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