Legends and libraries Masquerade

[Kray]

Step into a world of fantasy and romance at the Tsakopoulos Library Galleria, located inside the beautiful Sacramento Library.

An 18+ experiance, night of fine dining drinks and swapping fantastical stories all dressed to the nines as those same said fantasy characters or well in masquerade style gowns, suits and masks as a minimum. Of course for safety reasons a few rules existed.

No weapons of any kind. This includes plastic and homemade prop weapons. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Head attire cannot exceed 13inches in height
Trains cannot exceed 3ft
No loose glitter
No wings

But that still left a lot of room to get creative. For the giant Legends and libraries offered a while not perfect certainty thematic second half to celebrations earlier in the season. If granted more caution was needed among the mortals tonight. Don't want hem seeing how close fantasy is to reality after all.

He had forked out for tickets for each member of the freehold, and oh it would be very curious to see who if any made an appearance. he would only know one by sight. That made all the more fun. The hardened mask making his mortal features solid was always a strange experience as he did it so rarely and a great hand comes up to feel his jaw. His black hair actually combed straight and falling around his shoulders did little to alleviate the meance of the jug jaw, nose that had been broken several times and very pale eyes that. He had however forked out for an actual three piece suit the waistcoat whcih stretched across his great bulk actually surprisingly comfortable. For his mask, the one he was wearing for the night he had kept it simple red leather leaves obscure the upper half of his face. A copy of the night circus clutched in one large hand. Of his recent acquisitions this book had kept his attention rather well.

To those who know the short list of menacing giants in the city he probabaly still stands out but for now is contented to sit, eat, sip a non-alcoholic beverage and talk fantasy stories much to the confusion of some of those around him. He really doesn't look the type. It was after all differing perspectives he came for tonight.

[Kray]

Bookkeeping

[Alicia Silvers]

Finally, finally the night was here, she had been preparing for what felt like ages, for once not just being there for the sporadic sensation but actually having planned and looked forward to the night for quite some time. Even prepared an outfit for it, and placed it out the night before to be ready to get into costume, prepare herself and hurry to be there right on time for the opening. And she was there to be one of the first ten none staff to walk through the doors this night, just barely having remembered to make false life flush through her veins, not that it would have been easy to notice though. Not with the way she was dressed up in an outfit perhaps not fully from the book but at least it had the aesthetics of the many outfits worn by the character she was drawing inspiration from. Her mantle leading up to a leather cowl together mostly concealing her raven black braided hair further completed by her choice of mask with its chains moving back around her head to hook it onto the other side and keep it solidly in place. I wonder if anyone will get the reference? And concealing her purple lips, whilst highlighting her purple eyes.

Granted her choice of attire would make it exceedingly hard to consume just about anything this night, not that it was a real downside though, and she had made sure to have had small tweaks to the mask to better allow sound to travel out of it in order to prevent that to become an issue.

Eyes stuck up on the ceiling, out toward the people, and area, half dreaming herself away as she walks around as if in a daze, clear as day for any onlooker that she was mesmerized and not fully present. Hoping her choice of attire and just how much of herself she was concealing for the night would help draw attention mostly away from her, for once she did not want to stand out, just wanting to be one of the many people in attendance to enjoy the evening. Her wedding ring worn even though it was concealed under her long dark gloves, but still it´s protection was there, likewise was the little bump on her right hand concealing some sort of smaller clock.

Spinning around with a dreamy look upon her as a gentle scent of orange blossom, honeysuckle, rose, vanilla, and a dab of amber follows in her wake. Not seeming to really have a care in the world other than taking it all in until accidentally stumbling into the table of the giant with a little clink, not making anything fall but making her quickly step backward, bumping into and falling back into a chair next to him, tipping it over to fully fall to the ground along with the chair and a soft laugh. Coming off more happy for the accident than appearing hurt or caring of the social blunder she had just committed.

[Circe]

Getting through the crowd was not easy, mostly because the gun bunny could tell the difference between rich yuppies and their bodyguards. There was a good number of the latter n her way at the start, must ave been the VIP entrance. Joy!


But free entry and mostly free food, so a quick accessory or two and Circe was ready to rock after a job.


Circe has many a business suit to wear, bulk buy, especially when it hid her aramid under suit. Ditching the suit was quicker tonight, leaving her in the protective under suit as she dons a mask befitting her newest Contract. Forge some scrap silver of metal into some fancy looking thematically matching earrings and add a chain with a resting spot for her congress of owls nested in the middle of her chest. Drew the eyes quite well.


Yet, there was a dearth of wise owls that were actually wise AND had brand recognition. Mostly, it was wise fools that were famous, but she found a known series with a wise owl, plus Artemis Fowl for the pun of it. An open military surplus map satchel helped display the books and leave her hands free.


The scent of silicon, gunpowder, and lavender could be excused as part of the character. The second was due to work demonstration a couple of hours ago. The third? Circe liked lavender, okay! It wasn't like she was the worst dressed, either quality or fetish like. Circe was certain a few people were in actual bondage gear with a few added bits, though some were wearing mono-colored body socks. Better than her would be those that looked like they had a makeup and a costume department. Like the wrought iron girl in the purple cape, props to her came in a nod of approval as Circe looked around for her "host."


Then Circe discovered a new problem. A horrid deception by Kray. Hats! He wasn't wearing a hat for once?! Absurd! This was going to take a while, though none complained that Circe jumped up a few times to look around for Kray. For some reason Circe bouncing in places gets no complaints about the lack of decorum.


Wait, was that Kray over there? She heads over, checking to see if the masked man in the suit was him. One awkward conversation with a semi-pro luchador later, she had to search again. She approaches a red leaf faced man in a suit. "Uh, John? That you? Or is this a third times the charm kind of thing?" She asks in her warm Italian accent.

[Kray]

The assorted bibliophiles and representing their favourite characters from works of fiction and fantasy, rich and poor, classy and street or some like himself having gone more generally masquerade themed with slight fantasy twists. A certain degree of an in joke for the ogre being dressed as one of the most mundane people in the room for an event that justified being bizarre and wonderful. It is such an interesting site to behold to let the fabulous blend together with things that slipped into his gaze from a place not exactly here, like the jumping owl over to the side. There the lively colours and cape of a Spanish bull fighter confident and a not kidding as a brawler he could tell, several in historical army coats and attire all Pompous and blustery. The gothic and Victorian got a lot of love he could see and of course more then a few fairies and folktales skittered about the room. Talking, laughing, excitedly sharing tales some adamantly sticking in character, many more putting on personas for the night but a handful just taking in the scene.

For his part he is on his best behaviour, he's even using a knife and fork to eat properly and not just scarfing handfuls of whatever was to hand. Until the chair next to him takes a tumble. He had been distracted by that jumping owl again and not seen the who. The who was a clearly good looking woman, if her face was obscured by a full face mask. Looming over the fallen chair he does not offer a hand to help her up. "Uh." Moth opening to revel shattered and broken teeth, he needed some serious dental work. He points the knife down at her, pale eyes behind the red leaves taking her in an unspoken hunger flashing through them before it taken in hand. "You alright?" It hadn't looked bad, but a fall was a fall if she hit her head she could be in a rough spot. "Hm. Need to look where your going." It was a nice night and all, an impressive space and set up for sure, so he gets it.

Then the owl enters his vision again, standing next to him. Its speaking to him. It knows his name, the one on his paperwork anyway. "Uh. Yeah little owl, it is me. John. What can I do for you?" The upside if I start talking to myself here, he can play it off as part of the character. Hopefully. There is a lot going on in the olfactory department right now and his nose not being over sensitive is going to nothing to help figure out who smells like what. Just there's a lot of it.

[Alicia Silvers]

Looking back up at the giant of a man, laughter still flowing through her lips. Arms stretching out in an elegant motion, moving them out as far as she could, rising up into the air, and elegantly guiding her cupped hands to her face as the laughter dies down, cocking her head with a notice of the clearly in need of dental work teeth. Sitting up in place with a wicked little grin completely hidden behind her mask.
"I am perfectly fine, now how wonderful of a night have they not decorated this to be." Rising up as she throws a daggers with her eyes at a random man with a muttering of "Rhysand" grabbing for her blades only to find none there. Giving him a little look in jest and turning back toward the giant with a soft harmonious tone. "If I did such things how could I have chance encounters happen? So many opportunities that would fly to the winds if I just followed decorum." Voice coming through unexpectedly clear based upon the mask covering her mouth, glad that she had prepared it for this very thing in advance.

Eyes darting over to the other woman, looking her over for but a moment before taking half a step back, moving down as if into a fighting stance, ready to draw her none existent weapons.
"Another assassin? Do not tell me we are each others mark for the night?" Trying to flash a jestful look with her face, but having to hope her eyes could speak enough to let it be grasped. "Or did the Queen send you to bring me back before I manage to" suddenly going silent as she gets back up, eyes locked upon the military satchel and the books within. "Before you answer and I might have to run, what books are those in your satchel?"

A quick glance over to the giant and noticing his book as well. "I know not yer realm Sir John of the autumn leaf, but might you be open to indulge me in tales of it´s world and yours alike?" Holding her eyes upon him for but a moment before looking out over the room, wondering if she would manage to accomplish her secondary goal of the night but if not so was this just magical, and no matter how prepared she was so was there no scream of her beast, meaning she could truly be free to act as she pleased for the night.

[Circe]

And good, the big guy was Kray. Tricky fellow.


"Oh good. Great threads, you were hard to recognize with the mask bro. I didn't want to be late. Need to be a rabbit to be late, and who'd want me to be contrary. Better to be just Mary than ruffle feathers," she greets Kray in her familiar Italian accent. Before finally taking note of where his attention is at. Too focused on her host, Circe had failed to notice the, probably drunk, mortal. Not that she cared much either, but poor perception it was to fail to notice.


"The ladies are just throwing themselves at your feet, aren't they, ahem, m'lord John?" Circe winks at Kray before turning upon this mortal.


Was this mortal drunk, in character, or concussed? The last could be a problem, they'd get sought for questioning if it wasn't reported. Humor until known? Probably advised. "Uh, okay. A return ticket over the rainbow, alongside a Fowl story of dastardly deeds." Then shakes her head, "I've been accused of association with a court of owls, but that is wrong. My owls flock to wisdom, not legalities," she points at her earrings. "Nope. Assassination is ambush and gorking up an ambush in the open requires the ability to hit really, reeeeally hard." She waves her arms wide, "Not dressed for that. Nor character assassination. That is easier on social media. I've answered to a King," Circe runs along with it before recalling what her concern was.


"Oi! Quick question back," she asks the dazed gothic girl. She gives her a victory sign, "Did you hit your head and do you see how many fingers am I holdin' up?"


Worst case scenario, this was a new noob that was NOT in costume. Probably not, it looked Iron Side and high quality. Circe was leaning towards alcohol induced idiocy.