Halloween Ball

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Iago had quickly found his circle of associates in business circles. Together, they mingled with some of the city's political class. Hildegarde recognised it as networking, recalling how she had once feted politico's and businessmen back in Europe. Her memories were fuzzy, but that time seemed to have been mercifully short. Eventually, she grew bored of being an ornament and slipped free from Iago's embrace.

Hildegarde drifted, a masque among masquers. Idle curiosity drew her to the bar: a well dressed figure with what looked like a bar code on his head.

"Are you having a good time?" She breathed as she drew near. Her mask gave her some much needed courage and she poured herself into the roll. She leaned on the bar in a swirl of skirts, pivoting her head just so.
Jaling

[Hildegarde Bingen]

There was a brief pause as the mysterious woman took Kal's proffered hand. "Hilde," she replied giving a coy smile. "I'm not one for this sort of thing normally. But I have been told that it can be somewhat... cathartic? Yes - cathartic to experience something beyond your comfort zone from time to time." She turned her attention to the glass. "What are you drinking?"

[Ariadne]

Ah Halloween the time of year where Sleepers go out and pretend to be things that might be monsters. If only they knew...but they don't....and won't.

Ariadne steps out of the limo after swiping her card. The debate as to whether the tracking capacities of credit or the Sympathy of cash was worse is something she has not thought into too deeply yet. If only to maintain sanity to a certain degree. It's far too late to become hidden though. Not with Erin Murphy running the Hostel Hi now.

Checking her dress one more time Erin Murphy enters the party and takes a look around. At least one familiar face and a sea of new ones. A smile spreads on her face as Erin makes her way into the crowds. The ebb and flow washing over her.

[DaveJ]

After refilling his drink, Steven continued to meander from one side of the party to the other, mingling with the guests. He looked around, greeted and smiled at a few people, as he looked for familiar faces. After he had spent a little time getting reacquainted with a few old friends, he refilled his drink once more and continued to search for any other old acquaintences he might have missed.


Continuing to make his way through the crowd, he found himself standing awkwardly nearby the entrance after getting his scarf entangled with another partygoer’s wooden sword. “Oh!” he looked caught off guard as he spotted a familiar face ( Ariadne ). “It’s been a long time… oops, sorry…!” That last word was called out to the owner of the wooden sword, as he barely avoiding tripping and falling over while finally managed to dislodge the multicolor noose he had willingly placed around his neck.


“Never go to a crowded Halloween party with a 17 foot-long scarf...” He muttered as he awkwardly attempted to stand and regain his pose. “It’s me, Steven. You look very nice this evening…” he smiled as he reintroduced himself, “though I can’t exactly place your costume. A Shakespearean character?”

[Daniella Sage]

Nodding her head as she listened to Nat, “I have to admit, I found I came to the same conclusion when I read the books, which were quite a read. But you pull it off quite nicely!” she adds with a smile and a small wink. The woman filled out the outfit in all the right places, and would no doubt be drawing attention.

Daniella laughed, “I never thought of my voice adding anything to my costume, but I guess it does add a little something extra to it doesn’t it?” she said with a smile, “Well, I unfortunately don’t own a boat, the red tape to get one docked is a nightmare!” she jokes with Nat.

Her eyes light up as Michal approaches, finally a familiar face, and one she hadn’t spoken to in quite some time. “Good evening Mr Redfill! How lovely to see you out this evening!” she exclaims. She smiles wider at his compliment, “Why thank you! But please, call me Daniella tonight.” She said with a nod of her head, there was no need to be so formal this evening. Turning slightly to Nat, “Mr Redfill, I would like to introduce you to the lovely Nat! Nat, please meet the charming Mr Redfill!”

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Hilde tentatively reached for the drink, sniffed at it, then quaffed it in one go. It left her coughing. There was a look of surprise left on her face.

"Oh I remember now... It has been a while... such taste." She coughed again - a strange sound to be sure. "Let us have another." A genuine smile, dignified yet strangely rustic, was sprouting on her lips. "What scene do you normally inhabit, Kal?"