2025.05.10:(Masquarade)

2025.05.10:(Masquarade)
A dance for high rollers
IC Date	Oct 4.
IC Time	7pm.
Players	Noemi, Andrei, Damon, Dasia, Keres
Location	The Sunken Gardens - Lower Floor

Noemi is setting up within the lower floor of the gardens, she is swearing about the pool and not having a suit vendor .. a she was setting up the dance floor however and she sighs a bit and she shakes her head "no no that goes up there!" she says as she twirls about in a scarlet dress.

Damon smirks as he enters, currently maskless. "You sure? It might look good over by the lights, too." He gestures, but his heart's not in it. It's hard to focus on not swearing while giving concrit, but he is determined to be a polite guest.

Noemi looks to Damon and she smiles a bit "Damon!!!" she giggles a bit as she moves to kiss his cheek. "do you think?" she pauses a little and she looks over to the man and she leans into him "did you bring a mask?" she wonders of him

Damon nods. "I did! It's in a pocket, no worries. I wanted it to be a surprise." This is harder than he expected. He's going to have a monster headache by the time the night is over. "Don't take my advice, though, you've fucking got this, alright?" That's a small relief. He places both hands on her shoulders and gives a squeeze. If she follows his advice, it won't just be not perfect, but something will go wrong at the worst possible moment; they both know it.

You say, “I wanted to talk to you about... a clockwork armor of sorts later.." she says as she looks to him with consern "dont have to be banal my sweet." she says and she grins a little as she looks to him with a grin "we can try that.. I love you just the way you are." she grins”

Damon takes a deep breath. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckshitballs." He gets it all out of his system in one fell swoop. "That's so much better, jesus fuck. Yeah, I'd damn well love to."

Noemi smiles a little to him giggling as she touches his hand "there no reason to hurt!" she laughs as she dances around him. "I just got this place do you like it?" she asks him as they finish up the directions, she gets a mask to her hand its a pretty glittery thing hoding into her hand as she looks to Damon out from hollowed eyes When the doors open, a man walks in. Tall, dressed in a very nice tuxedo and wearing a half-mask that ovscures most of his face, even if it does let him speak. He has his ticket, and then looks around to see who is here already, keeping quiet for the moment.

As people filter in there is decorations and Noemi is speaking to Damon who is standing near her. "Thank you for arriving feel free to take a party favor on your way in or out

Keres strolls in a couple minutes 'late'. Can one be late to these events? He draws attention his way as he enters, even hidden behind the half mask that he wears, there is something.. MORE to him. Maybe it's the contrast of matte vs satin sheens in his clothing, maybe it's the piercing green of his eyes. Maybe it's just the man himself. For the moment, he passes on the party favors.

Keres is a man in his mid to late twenties. His presence is so magnetic it feels almost unreal - relaxed in posture, but deliberate in movement, as though the world itself, and maybe the whole universe, revolves around him. His dark hair, slicked back with absolute perfection, frames a face too perfectly cut to seem entirely mortal. His eyes?? are a piercing green with little flecks of something darker within. The short, two day stubble adds a ruggled element, softening his perfectly angular features.

Tonight he wears a classic black tuxedo, everything precisely tailored to fit him perfectly. There is not a wrinkle, not a crease, not a single line that doesn't fall exactly where it's supposed to. The jacket cuts close to the body. The matte black fabric seems to almost absorb the light, making the shoulders appear wider, the waist leaner. The lapels, in contrast, interrupt the matte fabric with their sleek, lustrous silk, catching the light with every movement.

Beneath the jacket, he wears a black dress shirt that's pressed and pleated just so. At his throat is a silk bow tie the same sheen and color as the lapels. The satin sheen makes gives a little highlight to his neckline, drawing the eye upward to his face. Tucked neatly into his breast pocket is a pocket square that matches the lapel and bowtie.

The slacks are much the same, worn with effortless ease.

He wears a half mask made of the same sheen as the lapels and bowtie. It, too, seems tailored for him specifically and conceals just enough to highlight the green of his eyes and convey a sense of mystery without hiding his expression. Along the edges of the mask is a very intricate lacework that traces delicate, almost imperceptible dragon forms woven so subtly into the lace that only when the light hits just right that they're revealed. It's an elegent piece that speaks of power and refinement

Noemi greets her guests as they filter in and she has a glittery mask shes looking through - her dress a pretty crimson and silver as she leans in and she whispers to Damon "can you hand out the pet rocks?" she whispers to him with a grin. The lights flicker under the paper lanterns some look broken and flash like little lights above almost intended (though they are flickering because they are broke) Damon smiles and looks a little surprised to be asked, but begins to make his way to the table near the entrance - to help as demi-host and ensure people at least know the rocks are there.

Keres glances upward briefly at the flickering lights, then again toward the .. pet rocks? Keres adjusts his mask on his face and then sweeps a hand through his hair before he orients himself. The bar. Yes. That seems like a good direction. He hasn't been here long. It's unlikely that he knows anyone well enough to recognize them beneath the mask.

The pet rocks are fine for the moment. Damon gets a nod. Keres as well. Noemi, the hostess a smile, and Andrei says. "It is a good evening, and very good to see you again." The lush baritone very recognizable for those who have met him before. "An interesting occaision, with an interesting purpose behind it." Noemi smiles a bit as she moves to see that Keres gets the free drinks for the ticket price "thank you for coming" she says before she looks over to Andrei "its fun to know whos who dont you agree?" she asks as she flicks the red-bird mask his direction before she laughs deeply "feel free, help yourself to the refreshments and food... " she looks to the dancefloor "dont forget to dance with your host!"

"Thank you," Keres says. Those two simple words that come from his mouth put even the most beautiful music to shame. His drink arrives and he plucks it from the bar top. He turns there at the bar and leans against it. He could be at a photoshoot as spokesman for some elite clothing company. "And who is the host," he asks Noemi, his perfect brow arched ever so slightly above the black mask. "It must be you though. Only the hostess of the grandest ball in Prospect could smell as delightful as you do."

Noemi tilts her head as she smiles to Keres voice, she moves a bit into his space "thatd be me kind sir.." she nods her head as she laughs a bit "I am glad you have noticed my perfume, I do offer customs upstairs if you want to come in later for a consult. I just aquired this place. Hope you do like it and make network friends, I am Noemi and you are?" she wonders of him

Fashionably Late is Fashionable. It means everyone gets tired see you arrive, and you dont have to wait as long for the party to really get started. And if Dasia is nothing else... she is fashionable.

But what kind of fashionable? The dress is a very specific shade of green... for those who know they know. The neck can only be described as 'plunging', the deep V of it meeting closer to the navel than her neck, the back nonexistant, the liquid satin-silk hanging to just far enough it looks like it might brush the floor... but doesn't. Her arms are bare, aside from the rose corsage on her left wrist - red petals but black vines holding it in place. She gliiiides in, slit up the side occasionally appearing with each step and accompanied by the sharp click of unseen heels. Seeing some familiar faces, she gives them smiles and little waves in greeting.

When Dasia comes in, Andrei gives a smile and a return wave, masked though he is, he can probably still be recognized. "Well, the evening is looking up. Is this a networking gala? Many of these are," he says. Keres grins at Noemi as she moves a little closer and he tips his head down to hear and focus more directly. "I may take you up on that offer, actually. You just bought this place, you say? AND you make perfumes? A woman of many talents." He dips his head ever so slightly, one lock of hair spilling over his face. It's charming, really. "Keres Dimmet. A pleasure to meet you."

Noemi shifts the red bird mask, as Damon passes out the pet rocks - with googly eyes to the guests. A trick of the light might make them seem more then what they are. She sways and she nods her head to Keres, "good to meet you, that there is Andrei, he is a voice actor... you sound as if you could sing or talk too." she says

Damon settles into a pattern of helping wherever he is needed - a craftsman can make experiences too, after all. A sealed bottle of water finds its way from the back to every server's hands at some point. Pet rocks are placed on napkins, a little sign saying "OPEN FOR ADOPTION" appearing seemingly out of nowhere. The lights are subtly yet aggressively poked into functionality. Is it perfect? No. Is it done? Yes.

You paged Keres with ‘they do seem to be shape shifting but its just like trick of the eye’ Matching the floral motif of the corsage, Dasia's mask is some rose, some vines, but it adds a golden lyre framing her left eye. She's still probably recognizable, but its the vibe that counts, right? She meanders over and mingles, though she eyes the pet rocks. Suspicion on her face, though she hides it when she finally mingles to Naomi. "Dasia," she says, holding her hand out practically parallel to the floor, elbow and fingers bent just so in prim and proper style. "Charmed, Im sure."

"I am on the radio," Andrei says, "And looking to get into singing and the stage as a different career." He nods to Keres as well. And he sees the two ladies meet, waiting for that to end, before he asks. "Is there to be music? Dancing? There must be an agenda for entertainment."

"So I've been told. I don't see it, personally. Or hear it, I guess." He glances over toward Andrei, studying the man for a moment, then he nods. "I might have met him." He stands up tall then and steps aside a little as Dasia approaches. His hands link behind his back and Andrei gets a nod

Noemi takes the hand and she kisses the knuckles of Dasia, from under the red-bird mask she curtsies "Princess" she says quietly as she places the warm lips to the womans fingers before she turns to Dameon as the open for Adoption sign appears some of the rocks shift from rocks.. into baby raptors then back into rocks. Wait... did you really see that? Maybe a trick of the flickering lights as the host raises and she smiles to Keres then to Andrei "oh there is no dancing." she motions to the dancefloor. "anyone wanna take a bird to the floor?"