Winter Masquerade

[Quick]

Quick is surprised to hear clapping. Happy, too. Of course. Though he has to admit - the Dark Woman and Brown Otter have much better costumes than his. Blue and white with a mask that almost looks like it belongs on an Elemental? But he smiles anyway. After all, it's not like anyone isn't going to know the only guy's in the Freehold's identity.

The successive blinks that follow that thought might have someone thinking Quick has had a stroke.

Hiding off in a corner doesn't change the fact that this Steampunk guy is a new face. Quick's first instincts are to be very, very concerned. His eyes search the room, for support, and the only face he can pick out of the crowd is Seraphina . She... really... hasn't hidden anything, huh? Another blink. He tries his hardest to convey his concern. One of those unsubtle head jerks towards the new guy. Had she seen him before?

Best not to panic. Quick waves and nods in greeting to the rest. No one else seems concerned. He's overreacting. Or, so he tells himself, as he drains his entire glass of wine. And, as the glass clears his frame of vision, another male enters the club. And yes, behind that full body costume, Quick knows it's a man. Every woman in the Freehold is absolutely stunning, and would never be confused for a man. Nope.

Suddenly at a loss for words, Quick - the obvious cute guy in white and blue - makes his way over to the desserts. He smiles at the tan girl in purple, figuring it to be Circe. And also at the lady with the dark, ploomy mask. "Mind if I snag one of those cookies?" He says, reaching for one regardless.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

The notice said black tie, a masquerade, come with a mask and your Mask. By her numbers everyone had arrived....and then some.

Fear slicked her spine. Two new bodies. Two unknown, their faces hidden, silhouettes hidden by costuming.

Quite familiar with Quick's Mask, even covered by the blue half mask, and Sera who. Damn. Flaunted the theme, holding it to the letter but hiding nothing.

Two she knew for sure who they were. Everyone else was an unknown and a possible threat.

Her mouth is dry.

With quick steps, The Brown Otter finds the drinks table and chooses juice.

Contact covered eyes (damn they were itchy! She's never going up use these things again!) sweep the room, circling around the unknowns.

"I could definitely go for a cookie." when she moves over to where Quick stood grabbing one when her fellow elemental's hand retreated from the platter prize in hand. "Place looks great," she says, not quite focused on conversation, so she settles for something obvious even though she'd given the Note a round of applause already.

[Circe]

Circe froze with a cookie in her mouth as the reigning sovereign arrived. And felt quite a bit of envy as she finished eating said cookie. After she was done staring wide eyed at Serahpina that is. The Summer was regretting her outfit chosen in haste now.

Oh, Quick was suddenly next to her too, "Ya set 'em Jimmy. And damn Seraphina knows clothes. Hey," she squeezes shoulder to shoulder with Quick before playfully elbowed him in the ribs. Her face was close to his too as she joyfully gave him a conspiratorial whisper, "Bet yer happy about Ingrid findin' the news guys, right?" She moved back to respect personal space once more, "I mean, its gotta be better 'n me wearin' one of my suits."


Circe wouldn't claim the new guys were vetted but she was confident they could take them. As she watched the new guys, she noted Verne practically gawking at Seraphina. "True that Mhairi. And if that's," she nodded to Seraphina, "the regal dress code I see business in yer future. I mean, damn! No offense to Winter Jimmy, but I'm sorely tempted to give Seraphina a wolf howl right now."

[Seraphina]

It seemed the party was hanging out around the refreshments.

She see’s Quick and offers a little wave and sees the head jerk.

Sapphires quickly scan and settle upon someone. Are they new? She wasn’t sure, this was a masquerade party after all and others were doing a god job at hiding their faces.

Except her.

Well, one Verne was clearly impressed with her outfit, and she offers them a smile and wave as well. Cause that’s what she did.

So she walks over towards the bar with her warm drink in hand.

A charming smile on her face as she approached, John Doe

“Ordering anything good?” asks the angelic voice.

“I’m Seraphina.” She wasn’t sure if it was a new Lost or not, but she goes with new. If not, she’ll be corrected and move on.

[Ingrid]

Ingrid has a rival in Circe. For the Cookies!

Very quickly, the Darkling discovers that she is the victim of a fine conspiracy as other rivals make their presence known. The Vernal Sovereign can only glare from where she has hunkered down with her small hoard as the table is raided by all. First Circe, then Quick, the Mhairi.

See how she scowls, the motion obscured her mask and make-up.

And then there is people watching. Ingrid becomes still as she observes Seraphina's first interaction with the strays she found not that long before.

[Seraphina]

Smiling, “Hello John, welcome to Sacramento. Seems you caught us just in time for a party.” Which wasn’t a bad thing, at least everyone got to see who was new. Well, if they masks were removed anyways.

Ah, she’d been there. “Well, if you want something else, it’s on me.” She offers. “Have you been in town long?” asks the Nix sipping her drink.

And then the most covered person in the room approaches. Now, she had no clue who wore the dress, it could very well be a guy in an attempt to throw people off.

But it was a female voice, and she couldn’t place it, but then came the name.

Sasha?! Damn! She went all out for the night, her eyes were even different!

“Sasha! I never would have guessed that was you. Your costume is simply marvelous!” gushed the Spring.

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