Winter Masquerade

[Quick]

The Blue Note is dressed a little differently this evening. Quick is no interior decorator – he had to hire someone to arrange things – but that didn’t stop him from doing everything he could to help. The Jazz club floor has been arranged in a ballroom style, with decorated tables arranged outside a clearing in the middle. On every table are frosty white roses arranged with shoots of flowering trees, granting the illusions of a snow-covered Winter scene. Small white candles in crystal holders add a warm, low lighting contrast to the blue lights up on the walls. Refreshments are understated, but add to the tone set by the décor: frosted cupcakes, cookies and cannoli all decorated with edible glitter. There is even a table set up with coffee and whatever beverages the guests could want.

Quick is nervous. Not because he’s worried no one will show – far from it. He’s concerned that he won’t be able to live up to the hype he spun at the Coronation! Already holding a glass of wine, he takes a few slow breaths and a sip or two to calm his nerves. He nearly spills it on himself. Cursing internally, he inspects his suit. Yes, suit. Or, as close to a suit as he’s worn in a long time. No wine. Thank god. He whips out his phone and checks to see if his mask is in place. The physical one. Check. Also, selfie.

[Quick]

Expenditure housekeeping.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

A night about fun. Or concealment and fun. A night that had been pulling closer and closer with every rise and fall of the sun, a night that had sent her tummy a'flutter since its unofficial and official announcement.

With that anticipation, Mhairi had been making and searching for the pieces for her costume.

Some were simple things, like the kohl running her eyes, which would normally make both fell-flames, and Masked silvers pop, but won't tonight for the wisp decided to make sure her most distinctive feature was well masked.

A bitch to get in, but now her eyes were covered by black scleras. Her hair was knotted up and hidden under a short brown wig, with her height disguised by boring black flats.

Instead of a dress, instead of layers fabric and lace, Mhairi chose someone no one had seen her wear. A suit. A black one, with a black button up, with a black vest and yes, a black tie. Her hands were even covered by black gloves, and she debated far longer then she should have about using make up to change her complexion and decided in favour. Hers wasn't a mask that covered her whole face, and so Mhairi carefully applied some black body paint to the exposed parts of skin, ears included.

Details, tonight was about details, and showing off her mask.

Which is a brown leather sea otter mask. Not her original choice, because when Mhairi started hunting for masks her eyes slipped right over it. Instead seeking something that would mean something to her or that would catch the eye, which wasn't the point of tonight.

And so with a nervous gulp of air the Autumn Wisp disappeared (setting the mask more securely, and wrapped the Mask over her self.) and the Brown Otter took her place.

For events like this stepping from the street into the Blue Note is always an experience. And tonight is no exception.

The Brown Otter joins in with the Dark Women's applause.

-1 Glamour for Haden Mask

[Ingrid]

Ingrid emerges, a Vernal Sovereign on the cheap.

Yes, thats right. Cheap. Taking on a new job and stocking the Spring Court Hollow had taken much of her time and resources. Compared to the rich vestments of the Onyx Queen Selena Sasha , the all business attire with the gorgeous mask Mhairi Ankaa Saber Sloth and the cyberpunk gentleman Verne Zyl , Ingrid was positively banal.

See here the mighty Spring Sovereign dressed in a rather simple looking white-and-black dress that could work in both a formal setting and at a party (please ignore that it is in a pattern declared old and void for quite a few years. Behold the blooming' great carnation - a contrivance of cunning plastic - that has been carefully affixed over her left bosom. Her mask is perhaps overdone (Overcompensation? Surely not!) being a fascinator of black plumes with a thick gauzy veil. Beneath this she has added an extra layer of black spray - a raccoon band of black across her eyes.

Her ethereal paleness is gone and her face filled out by fleshly normality.

Dainty closed back shoes cover her feet - again, a fashion from earlier in the decade. At least she can ware them well.

Ingrid pauses by the door as she takes in the elegant vista, taken back by the Blue Notes stunning transformation.

And then she is off to raid the confectionary! And find a good vantage to watch what happens next!

[Circe]

The Iron Spear's leader had good fortune in finding her mask. Sheer luck had her stumble across it a week ago and the elf had bought it on impulse. As she walked into the Blue Note that light caught on the metallic mask's finish leaving it shining. It went well with Circe's new dress and the matching black satin gloves.

Circe had been tempted to try dying her hair to match, but as she Hardened her Mask the elf figured blonde hair and tan skin was enough of a disguise. The Iron Spear was just being lazy in playing dress up instead of going all out. To Circe it was a question of whether to take time dressing up thoroughly or just run to the fun. Fun won.

Entering the Blue Note, light shone off the metallic mask she wore. And while she could appreciate the work Winter had done for the setup, the checkers girl seemed to have the right idea, "Food," and Circe pursued her to the confectionery table.

[Seraphina]

A masquerade party.

There were many ways the Nix could go about her costume.

The idea of the masks was to hide who they were. And while she could hide her gilded skin, hide the silver and gold that made up her long hair, she couldn’t hide one huge key feature.

Her voice. And while she was sure she could venture into the Hedge and maybe find a traveling market, she wasn’t comfortable accepting something to change her voice. There was no telling the consequences of such a thing.

So she decided to forgo hiding. She was a Nix, a Treasured and a Fairest, why hide?

Instead, she wasn’t going to hide anything. Which meant a daring dress, one that would cause a stir in any crowd.

A dress that would have people wondering what held it in place. But years of pageants had her aware of little tricks and products that assured there would not be a malfunction.

Long hair was piled on her hair, and the mask she found was in place.

But she did harden her Mask, which wouldn’t do much to hide who it was. Her eyes were still a striking sapphire blue and her voice would still be angelic.

Walking into the Note, the long coat she had been wearing was shed, revealing her dress.

The place looked amazing, seemed Quick had spared no expense or detail.

Her eyes look at those already gathered. Seemed she wasn’t the first to arrive, which worked for her. It meant more to see her enter. And some took hiding behind a mask to a new high.

A smile on her lips, she walks over to the drinks, selecting something warm and not alcoholic.

[Circe]

ooc: forgot to include expenditure