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Lily
 Posted: Jan 26 2012, 04:23 AM
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Painting The Roses Red

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The Event's Details:

The object of this event is to match as many royal suits by the end the night. That means all the men and women attending should at least have danced with one other person of the other sex before the night is through. Throughout the entire night you are encouraged to partner with as many or as little as you wish, just please have a dance with ONE other person at the event. There are NPCs at your disposal, and I'll be going around with my OOC account to help you along if I notice you are stuck on the wall like a tacky painted red rose.


The Room:

The Carfax Club always shines its brightest on nights events are hosted, and tonight No detail has been left untouched.. The walls are draped with red hanging silks, and bits of beautiful lantern light warm the soft gossamer fabrics hanging from the ceiling. Every red rose farmed on various other islands are imported to be used at this very event, and every table is simply dripping with candles of all shapes and sizes. Crystal stemware, and silver plates line each table. On one wall there is a dance floor to die for, and a stage centered simply waiting to play all the latest music to hit the scene.

Simply beautiful.


The King and Queen:

All Rise For the King and Queen


The Queen and Court:

The Queen's role in the event is to attend to her loyal beautiful court. The ladies of the night are to be considered courtiers in the meaning that for a night every woman attending the event will be entered to dance and dine with a member of the King's Court. The Queen's costume is of a beautiful gown detailed in fine black and red satin with hearts of various shapes. Her high collar and glistening tiara give her a one up on almost every other consort. And those who dare outshine the Queen?

Throughout the night she will select at random any of her beautiful butterflies to be pinned with her husband's loyal knights. Without the right to refuse, players must obey her commands. This NPC can be used at anytime, but please be careful not to overlap her in your posts. Please read the corresponding posts so that your partner. Also, please note that the Queen may not dance with any of the attendees, she is only permitted to have eyes for her husband.

The King and Knights

The King's role in the event is much the same as his Lady Queen, but unlike his wife he can do and dance with whomever he pleases. A womanizer and romantic, this King of the Event mirrors King Henry (With 8 wives, and only two of them made of gears!) in his scandalous ways. His costume is of red satin, and comical cliches.

At any point in the night the King can pull any of the men from their various partners, replace himself with their dates, and force him upon another of the Queen's Ladies-In-Waiting. So cherish each moment with your ladies fellows, for you never know when it is to be the last! This NPC can be used at anytime, but please coordinate properly with your partner.


The Court Jesters:

The Court Jesters's role in the event is strictly for entertainment purposes. They are not at any point in the night permitted to speak to any of the Court, nor are they permitted to frown. It must be a tiring time to be a clown, but in their sparkling costumes it's truly hard not to touch the hearts of all that attend. Throughout the night this NPC may be commented on, and as well used as the player sees fit. But remember they are not permitted to speak, or his ever lurking Jack, enforcer of the rules might have them thrown out.

Barkeeps and Wenches:

Refreshments are brought out by men and women in scantily clad outfits, and simply humiliating costumes of the worst sort of polyester. These pour unfortunate souls have been bribed with tickets to the event, or money enough to sustain them for the weeks to come. Feel free to be as mean or as rude to these employees as you see fit; after all they are just humble peasants in a King's Court.


Timeline of Events:

For now until February 14th please post at will, with the normal tagging procedures at the top of each post. On February 14, or around there close keep watch of my OOC account.

And remember, this event was geared 'mostly' to the younger upper class. If your 45 year old Professor likes to hang out in night clubs by all means, come along. However, there are places for ALL THE CHARACTERS, and if you have any questions or need any help finding your way in, please feel to PM me.

Have fun and get to posting!
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Pierce "Bade"
 Posted: Jan 26 2012, 05:56 PM
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A holiday event in his new home of Tottenham? Well Bade couldn’t pass it up. He was not so certain of that as he walked into the kings court and was surrounded by the lovey-dovey theme and colors. All of the happy go lucky wealthy couples enjoying each others company. Never had he felt more out of place then here. The wolfly virgin who had never even had his first kiss was sort of overwhelmed by the substantial amount of affection in the room. It wasn’t like he was afraid or unable to socialize, but there was no doubt someone who might recognize him and someone even who had made or thought of making a purchase from the trade he’d barely escaped. There was an abandoned mask of a long nosed black crow theme resting on the edge of a table probably only a mask from another party. He slipped it on and let that be his oh so clever concealment.

The glittery black sparkling mask with its several inches of curved extra nose drooping down was actually pretty comfortable and made him blend his black hair into the equally black feathers. His ears could be mistaken for just part of the costume as he wandered further in and slid some handsy girl off himself. She was likely drunk on something or drugged up because he’d never seen her before. He grinned a little though, the mask over his eyes didn’t move much when he did so making things seem like they just went. He hated himself for thinking like this but for the night, maybe he could just let someone be his someone special, even if it was only for the night and nothing serious or physical came of it. He wanted to at least feel somewhat cared for on a night when couples had this festivities to get so comfortable and close. It surely wouldn’t kill him to get close and romantic for a night.

He’s put on something nice before coming which he’d stolen from a better off person then himself. The front was flashy enough with it’s buttons of gears and the red cravat and kerchief that stuck out from his pocket. He hadn’t cared about the reverse, but the back of his tailcoat showed off even more of his lean and lovely features that any who saw fit to could admire and hardly notice the tail lurking beneath those slacks. Smoothing out his jacket where the girl before had tried to reach under it he went ahead taking the chance to dance with some random girls and just live for a bit. Heavens! It felt so good to just be a young man having a good time for a change. No chains of the past holding him back, he took up a drink and set forth to further his enjoyment be working to intoxication.

He was pretty limber due to his wolf spine granting him plenty of flexibility beyond the norm so he sure could get down and boogie, stunts one might expect from a circus acrobat would draw too much attention so he stuck with just enjoying some average moves and quickly there was a bit of a cue to partner with the single man in the crows mask. He'd dance with them all and if they presented him with a drink, even better! He was going to make the most of this and as the music played he just went on playing the role of a posh womanizer even though he'd be just as happy dancing with either gender or none at all.

Some of the girls asked him if he had brought a date to which he replied he hadn't then respectfully decline becoming one of the single ladies escorts. He was willing to have his fun but he wouldn't let them think he could make a serious commitment like that when he didn't feel anything for them. He'd take his bow and another girl would pop up, wrap her arms around his neck and swish her lithe hips up against him making that smile that stopped traffic permanently stuck on his face for the night.


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Lynn Herringbone
 Posted: Jan 27 2012, 12:00 AM
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Fruit & Flower Peddler
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When she had seen the help wanted advertisement for the holiday party, Lynn would never have thought it could have ended up looking quite as grand as it did. The decorators certainly hadn't slacked; the Carfax Club looked like a palace to Lynn's eyes. She'd never seen anything so grand or so elegant in her second life, and she was sure if she had in her first, it would have made an impression that carried onto the second.

Naturally, Lynn felt out of place in amongst the grandeur and the lavishly-dressed partygoers. It didn't at all help that whoever had picked out the costumes for the hired help had clearly been a sadist with a wretched sense of humor; her dress fit her well enough, she supposed, but it was far too short for her liking; no matter how she tugged the hem down and pulled her stockings up, she couldn't get the outfit to not show her thighs between the bottom of the dress and the top of the stockings. It didn't at all help that she was a fairly tall woman, and as such should have been given a slightly longer dress. She was quite certain she'd expose her undergarments if she were to bend over the wrong way.

Bitterly, she thought, At least I wore pretty ones for tonight. At least, aside from the almost comically short dress, Lynn figured she looked nice enough. She'd managed to save up a little money to bribe her landlady for an hour's worth of proper hot water, so she was probably the cleanest she'd been in ages. And she'd done her hair and makeup prettily enough, though there was only so much to be done that could hide the blue tinge to her lips and under-eyes and the perpetually slightly water-wrinkled tips of her fingers.

But Lynn had done an admirable job, or so she thought until she saw what the ladies attending the party had done with themselves. She'd never seen such finery, such jewels and silks and furs. It made her feel all the more out of place in her tacky wench's dress and holding a tray of delicate wineglasses.

Lynn had to tell herself repeatedly that she really needed the money. What was one night of degradation compared to three weeks of paid rent, after all?
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Derrick Breckenridge
 Posted: Jan 27 2012, 03:09 AM
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Carnival of Amgine
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Derrick's idea of "dressing up" was not -- to put it gently -- traditional.

First, he hadn't actually bathed since last week. There was the stale odor of jet exhaust and motor oil about him, and his hair was in its usual state of unwashed dishevelment. His manager, Arabella Heller, had been able to convince him to wipe the soot stains off his face for the Totty Times photo shoot (which hadn't made it into the paper anyway, as he'd been deemed too slovenly for younger audiences), but that was about as far as his personal grooming routine went.

Second, his outfit was simply awful. He'd jumped into a pair of ridiculously oversize striped pantaloons and lace-front linen shirt, tucked his pants into a pair of calf-length sandals -- crimes against footwear made from equal parts rubber, rope, and artless apathy -- and let the front of his shirt hang open indecently. And because this was a costume party of sorts, he'd slapped on an eye patch, hat, and bandana, evidently undecided as to whether he wanted to be a pirate, a frontiersman, or some appalling lovechild of the two. The garish ensemble allowed for maneuverability at the expense of fashion, taste, and all-around sound judgement.

The din of merriment emanating from the inside suggested that the party was already in full swing by the time he arrived. He looked up at the heavens and sighed. I + U = <3 still glowed faintly in the night sky.

He stepped inside, and blinked. It was a charging bull's nightmare -- red, red, and red. Clearly chosen to ignite amorous feelings in the guests, and headaches in anyone who partook in the wines that circulated the room. Derrick made a beeline for the buffet table and grabbed the first thing he saw that looked like meat, gulped it down without thinking too much about what it was, then turned to survey the room, wiping grease onto the seat of his pants.

For all the shapely, gorgeous, well-dressed women he saw, only one thing caught his eye: The Stage.

A slow, furtive grin found its way onto his face, and stuck there. Performing had always been his one and only love.
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The Nothing Man
 Posted: Jan 29 2012, 04:28 AM
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Glorified Hobo Joker

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Ringleader, Postmodern Anarchist
Carnival of Amgine
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One would have to be without ears or dead to of not heard of such a illustrious and colorful event taking place. Tot was after all was only a single island and on the grounds of the island, coming down with the slight case of death generally did not stop one from hearing, for only oblivion can keep many from attending the ball of Rose Red…. This is saying something as the upper class of tot generally did not skimp on their balls.

What’s a man of oblivion to miss a ball such as this? No man, no one, none to be seen and nothing will stop a man from such deeds! No man, not one, nothing left unclean for oblivion leaves nothing, nothing left to see. For when a man of nothing comes, no one will be left to flee and only he will be struck with glee.

The night barely got settled to stay and only few have since arrived. The party has not quite begun when the jingling of many bells signaled that a rather noisy masked man had just had entered the party, and it was not just the bells that made him a rather …noisy figure.. His colors of black and vibrant purple in diamond patterns checkered the body of his rather tall and impossibly thin unnatural figure. Such wild attire would not be out of suit with that of a ….court jester.. This fact was even harder to argue if one were to look on top of the mans rope like locks of hair, as there sat a jesters cap flowing with many noisy little silver bells. However, perhaps the most unusual physical characteristic of the jester was the white glassy mask that covered his face. It eye slots hollow and black, it mouth would normally be that of neutrality if not for the obviously roughly carved upward curves on each side to make a rather crude makeshift grin.

Upon entering the red tinted ball, the jester took a quick look to the left and then the right before and one last long lingering look towards the stage before prancing into the crowd without even the slightest hint of a peep, save for the constant jingling of his bells.

If the deck stacks more then 52 than you may find the wild you never knew..


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Jonathan Highwind
 Posted: Jan 29 2012, 05:18 AM
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“You’re an idiot.”

“You’re an idiot, you look like an idiot, I look like an idiot and therefore we’re both idiots!” The sharp, hissing sigh of a Hertasi punctuated the unflattering assessment of the attire worn for the event. Ku’pah, mechanical genius and diabolical pervert—not to mention first mate aboard the Nightingale—was scowling and picking at his costume as he walked languidly beside Jon. “We’re going to look like idiots,” the hertasi muttered again, his short green hair standing on end in annoyance.

“Taintlicker, but you’re so negative today!” Jonathan retorted with a sigh of his own. His stride was anything but subdued; the grin on his face was almost maniacal. There was an extra jaunty step to his usual swagger and an air of carefree mischief seemed to permeate around him. Or, more likely, it was the expensive cologne gifted to the rogue by one of the slinky dames of the night on Silver Lantern Lane. “How could you be anything but ecstatic today my wrinkly wingman?”

“I don’t have wrinkles!” hissed Ku’pah.

“And I’m pissed ‘cause we look ridiculous. You forget, I don't celebrate these stupid human excuses for excess,” the lizard spat. Ku’pah was actually fairly dashing--for a Hertasi--in a half-black, half-red little suit tailored for his height and slim profile, coattails just touching the ground behind him. Flared sleeves and a flared collared white shirt beneath this ensemble gave the usually grungy-looking lizard a rather princely appearance. The sized-to-fit airman’s goggles propped on the Hertasi’s brow made for a fairly outlandish but alluring touch and, coupled with his visible green fur slightly spiked up and slicked back, made the diminutive delinquent look almost as roguish as his partner.

“Just look around, Ku’p,” Jon enthused, “the place is packed with pretties!” Jonathan tugged on his own flared sleeves of his stark-white dress shirt. He himself had opted for a garishly purple-colored coat, purple pants and absurdly purple top-hat. The deep color contrasted the brightly polished black shoes and the festive white mask covering his face from nose to brow. Had it not been for the holiday, Jonathan might indeed appear quite insane. “You go hover by the drink, I’ll make with the dancing,” the adventurer teased.

“Ugh,” Ku'pah groaned, “you’ll be insufferable all day.”

However, as the pair finally entered the grand room so delightfully decorated, Ku’pah’s muttered complaints came to a very abrupt halt. “Wait a minute,” he murmured, “this…this doesn’t appear to be the stupid typical human prattle I thought it’d be!” The Hertasi did his best to approximate a human-like grin—a subconscious trait he’d picked up from none other than Jon—and adjusted the goggles upon his head. Already, dozens of eyes were drawn to the short attendee; he was among the very, very few non-humans in attendance.

“That’s the spirit!” Jonathan replied, all smiles. His eyes danced across the echoing distance, drinking in the fantastic lighting, the alluring foodstuffs and the opulent-yet-appropriate décor. Already, the staff was on the receiving end of Jonathan’s smirksome flirtations. The required wear for the workers was almost enough to make him forget about the actual guests. “Well, well,” he said, offering a low bow to a serving girl in the most teasing outfit, “you, like this magnificent room, are a beauty to behold!” The girl flushed—either being flirted with or being addressed while wearing such a ridiculous getup the cause—and quickly excused herself, busying with a tray laden with sweetarts and heart-shaped goodies.

“Ugh.” Ku’pah shook his head. “At least I don’t look like an idiot.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes and adjusted the mask, then his hat. “At any rate, go make your half-assed passes at these lovely ladies and keep your ears open for a job, a mark or a lonely lady,” the rogue advised. Ku’pah, already walking out into the room, waved vaguely in his human counter-part’s general direction. Jonathan sighed; maybe it was a mistake to bring the little bugger. Ah, well , Jonathan thought wryly, how much trouble can one little lizard cause, anyway?

Though he didn’t know he would regret that particular thought later, Jonathan was sure he could see the lizard’s lecherous leering from all the way across the room. “Godspeed,” Jonathan murmured at his companion’s receding back jokingly. At last, free of his wingman and standing in the splendor of the festivities, Jonathan began searching for someone to dance with. He accepted a flute of something fairly pink and fairly bubbly from a passing tray—his eyes straying to catch those of the costumed woman holding it and offering a wink, of course—and made his way into the fray.

“Long live the life of the party,” Jonathan said.

OOC: Feel free to engage with either Jon OR Ku’pah. Lol.



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Bane Pettifog
 Posted: Jan 31 2012, 02:44 AM
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"Just once I wish they'd send someone else to these damn things." Bane thought to himself silently. He hated these events, but it was a job.... he guessed. After his latest ordeal he thought about seeking new work, his ideals were getting further away from the churches and he had known some decent alters. He still hated the Necromancers and that would never change, but he was slowly starting too.

Bane was dressed to the nines. His suite was slim cut and did well to show off just how good of shape he was in. It also covered up just how hurt he was. Every step he took was on that had hint of being uncomfortable. Was the pain really that bad? Or was it just that fact that he was wearing a suite?

Walking into the event he was almost in awe of the all the red. It took him awhile to get over how detailed everything done. But like every other male in the room he couldn't help be enjoy the sight of the barmaids. It was almost enough to make even him blush, but that wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy it a little.

He was quick to grab a drink, with any luck it would relax him. Hopefully it wasn't wishful thinking. Scanning the room he didn't too many people he knew. Save for one, Jonathan Highwind. Highwind he knew from his ordeal down on the surface about a month ago. While Bane didn't get to know all that well, he him to be a decent sort. If he ran into him Bane wouldn't mind having a couple with him.

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Egon Beyersdorf
 Posted: Jan 31 2012, 08:37 AM
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When Egon had been told that he would be attending a party that evening, he had kindly turned down the offer. When his superiors told him that if he did not go to the party he would be fired, he graciously accepted the offer. He was to be a representative for the Adric Institute at this party, probably the only one in attendance. He knew at his heart that it was just a thinly veiled excuse to get him out of the institute and back among society, even if it was just for a few hours.

Initially he had been livid over the decision; why would he want to be out, mucking about with those who desired fleshy pursuits? He could be back in his office, deciphering an ancient weapon's mechanisms or at least reverse-engineering something. The more he thought about it however, the more the party seemed like a good idea. Perhaps it was time that he got out, enlighten the fleshlings on their sad conditions and help them to achieve perfection.

Egon had even gone so far as to dress up for the occasion. A white mask covered half of his face, a necessary thing for a masquerade ball such as this. He had even gone so far as to have a pattern similar to that of a dress shirt be painted on the front of his chassis, tiny crimson hearts skillfully painted onto it. He was a sharp dressed man, indeed he was. As he slowly moved into the great ballroom, he could feel the eyes looking at him. All the little fleshy beings marveling at his perfected body. There were surprised gasps and feverish whispers, but Egon knew they were all in awe, too dumbfounded to know what to think. He slowly looked around the ballroom, slipping into his mind.

Quite a gaudy affair, isn't it? Yes, yes it is gaudy. Red, red, crimson, red. Perhaps a nice green would make it less so? But no, that would be silly, tis the day that the fleshlings regard as the loving holiday. They get their chances to commit their actions of the flesh; touching, kissing, groping. Petty, petty indeed. I have risen above such savage actions. No need, none whatsoever. None.

His mind stopped dead in its tracks. It looked like there was a hertasi in a suit in the ballroom. His eyes focused, refocused, then focused once more. The lenses were not malfunctioning. There was indeed a hertasi in a suit over there. He zoomed in on the small creature. It was so small and fragile, it made him feel indestructible. The tiny green hairs on its head were slicked back as though they had been styled. It thought it was people. That alone almost made the tech priest burst into laughter, but he stopped himself in time, still gazing at the small creature. Perhaps the night would not be a total loss.
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Kata Mochizuki
 Posted: Jan 31 2012, 07:08 PM
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Kata bit her lip as she stepped softly into the ballroom, faintly nervous. Loud, positively cluttered with noise. The smells of a prepared banquet, airing wines, and an atrocious number of perfumes and colognes. She breathed slowly, once...and set a small smile instead.

She had chosen to don the traditional robes of her parents’ home. The kimono was a particularly ornate one, a gift from her family reserved for very special functions. Very formal ones, really, but…well. What was the use of a beautiful thing if it never once saw the moonlight? Its design, awash in a span of reds, rusts, golds, and a broad palette of accents, was one she trusted…because her elder brother, not her aging father, had selected it. He had also commissioned an intricately-woven gold, patterned blindfold that matched. Ah, she loved him so.

Her hair was fairly plain, still. She never had been able to quite get the concept.

A low growl near her waist captured her attention, then…as well the tips of her nails as she gently scratched the hellcat’s fur.

Painful smells. Unnatural creatures. Too many people. Too much danger.

It’s fine, James. No danger, probably. she soothed, silently. Smirked, after a few moments, and spoke aloud. “Well…less so if I can convince myself that I am not too old to be here. It is amazing how much a girl misses in pursuit of a medical degree.” The soft words, jesting to hide nervousness, accompanied a cautious stroll into the quickly filling room. The white cane searched, but close to her, and a hand remained upon James’s head for guidance. The thoroughly irritated hellcat was torn between sulking and gracing the thousand potential threats with his undivided attention. Leaning towards the former, at this point.

So focused on finding a biped for company. Have me.

The physician had to stifle a giggle at that, though her face wasn’t unsympathetic. “…It isn’t the same thing, James.” That one, she didn’t dare to communicate through their telepathic link. The hellcat didn’t function in terms of language; their communication centered in blatant ideas. That said… evasive wordplay was as far nicer than cutting to the heart of that matter. Oh, my. She found herself blushing from the shame of even conceiving of how that conversation would turn, and immediately turned her attention back to the party.

Before the hellcat’s ire could develop further, a series of jingles fluttered by on a streak of purple, and his lips quite suddenly twisted to a snarl and deep, warning growl at The Nothing Man.
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The Nothing Man
 Posted: Feb 1 2012, 04:52 PM
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(Tag Kata and a rather mean animal)


People, oh how the nameless jester loved a crowd of people. Laughter, awe and the various many, many words of unrelated conversation. All of it flooding through the ears in a wave of disconnected mass. All of which not connected what so ever in anyway , but the general mess was sheer art, music. A chaotic chorus of sound that flows as smoothly as the nicest of silks… Like hundreds of colorful jigsaw pieces, none of which even attempted connect corners or dots. Simply just being in a colorful and visually pleasing clump, with no other purpose of existing then just to exist. This very slice of life had a rather stark acquired taste that not all even attempted to share, and others went so far as to fear..

The why of it? Th- A growl suddenly pierced the rustling chaos of the crowd that made itself known beyond the cluttering mass of disheveled noise.. Enough to interrupt thoughts, and threatening enough to be worth the knowledge of simply knowing where such growl was directed.

The masked Jester paused in mid step. Such a pause caused a chorus of jingles from the many silver bells that fixated itself randomly about his attire, such attired as chaotic as the noise around him. His masked face and hollowed eyes turning to its source. In a mere instant the curiousness evaporated as the hollowed hidden gaze met with the warning snarls of the hellcat and with no second glance, there was no mistaking who or what was the source of the growling and at what said source was growling at.. This was not the first time a rather threatening animal growled at him.. But why was it always the threatening ones?

He did not bother to hold this thought for long. The hellcat was only as interesting as the owner and that hollow gaze did not hesitate to raise from beast to woman. Understandably a rather fancily dressed one at that, though he was not quite sure he has ever even seen a kimono before, such dress….exotic in a way. The studying of the owner helped to distract the jester from the rather threatening beast she held with her….. It almost made him forget his manners..

The jester would quickly hold a long sleeved arm across his chest and take a low bow before her. He held the stance for a few moments before raising back up and lifting a single finger up to the mouth holes of the forcefully grinning glass mask. To communicate without words as the jester must no speak… This was not going to be easy.


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Nightingale St. Laurence
 Posted: Feb 2 2012, 02:11 PM
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“I don’t want to leave you,” He spoke to his father in a whisper whose face he could hardly recognize. The worry and sadness that crept there had aged him beyond more than just a shell of his former self. The Professor had become a ghost sitting there in the chair beside Minna’s bed, her little white hand in his looked like nothing more than a bit of ribbon.

“Gale,” He spoke gently, like one would a child who dreamed of horrid things. “Go,” Jean-Luc touched the small round surface of his son’s cheek. The skin there was so smooth and so youthful, and cold from the constant tears to which have been their constant companion these past few weeks.

“She would want you to enjoy the night,” As Jean-Luc reached up to run a hand over the moonlit colored strands of the boy’s hair he toyed with the feathers there, and smiled that sort of sad smile that always made him look surreal. “Just don’t be out late.”

This night would be worth living for the rest of your life,


Gale hadn’t felt like he was living really, everything about him seemed sort of lost and translucent. Even the Necktie the critiques would call boldseemed to just hang listlessly around his neck. The air was thin here, and made his breathing seem exorcised, or so he would say. However, the truth of the matter was of how upset he became inside the carriage when he was left alone with his thoughts.

He didn’t make a grand entrance, no one announced his arrival, but Gale did smile sheepishly to those he passed. Yet, it was when his eyes found that of the few men that have entertained his fancy, Gale perked up just a little.

"Good evening Mr. Highwind, Derrick." His eyes followed Derrick's line of sight to the stage, and his little mouth flattened in a sort of grin. "You should go up there."


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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Feb 3 2012, 04:48 AM
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Noah was something that the party meant to seek out. A wallflower. Very few single souls attached themselves to the safety of the fanciful wallpaper, and if they did they were often torn from it and onto the dance floor by a stranger. The doctor had been left alone, however.

His sister was somewhere in the crowd, he had urged her to join them, and that they would continue their gossip whenever her feet began to trouble her. Moira had insisted that they go, if only to get Noah out and into public again. The surface mission had eroded him in nearly every comprehensible way. His physical rehabilitation had been slow, and despite most of his outward wounds having healed, there was lasting damage on his innards. As for his mental state, it was if there was a miasma about him that kept away the other party goers.

The Doctor sat in a wheel chair, a tank of oxygen and a cane hitched to it's back, but neither currently being used. He was dressed in white, very much like a patient...however, his shirt was collared and pressed, and his slacks straight legged. He wore a vest....but no overcoat. His wings, which had often been bound, were in plain view behind him..carefully folded so that he might sit comfortably. A pale, simple rabbit masksimple rabbit mask hung on the side of his head, his glasses obstructing it's actual wear. Absently, he reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a beaten pocket watch, and wound it.
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Derrick Breckenridge
 Posted: Feb 3 2012, 05:18 AM
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Derrick's face broke into a grin that nearly split his face in two. "Evenin'," he said to Gale, with a chivalrous tip of his Stetson hat. The idea of a country bumpkin was no doubt foreign to most Tottians, but at that moment, Derrick looked every inch one. There was a certain smarmy charm to his mannerisms, unpolished as they were -- Derrick trying to behave in a mannerly way was rather like a trout trying to read poetry; clearly impossible, but the fact that he even attempted it was awkwardly endearing.

Derrick turned to Jon, whom he hadn't noticed until Gale addressed him. He took one look at his flared cuffs, garish top hat, and frilled cravat, and let out a snort of laughter. "What'r'ya, some sorta pansy-flower?" Without waiting for Jon's reaction, he slapped a hand on the man's shoulder and forged on amiably, "N'aw, I'm jes kiddin' with you. F'i had a problem with the pansyfolk, you think Gale n' I'd be such good friends? ...No hard feelins, little man," he added, using his free hand to make a gesture that must have meant "A-OK." It was a gesture he'd picked up from his hometown, so it probably wasn't familiar to Gale, but the sentiment came through loud and clear.

"Anyway," he continued. He drummed his fingers on Highwind's back, evidently having forgotten it was still slung over the pilot's shoulders. Derrick had never really believed in the sanctity of the personal bubble. "Think that kid's onto something 'bout that stage. But first… I need myself some booze."

His eyes went from Gale to the flute of bubbly in Jonathan's hand. "The hell's that?" he demanded, scandalized. He drew back has arm as though he'd been burnt. "Champagne? Shyeeeet, that's jes criminal. Givit 'ere." He removed a flask from his pantaloons and upturned it into Jonathan's glass. "Whiskey makes everythin' better," he said, smiling encouragingly. He clearly expected Jonathan to explode with gratitude at any moment.

Derrick lifted the flask to his lips and emptied it in a single draught. "Awright," he said, fastening his eyes on the stage and setting his jaw with determination. "Here I go."
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Feb 3 2012, 05:44 AM
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Aristide was, for the umpteenth time in his violent, ill-advised, criminal lifetime, doing something incredibly stupid.

He was supposed to be laying low, avoiding anyone who might have known him as the pompous, flamboyant Lord Aristide St. Clair, Prince of Turindale and Fashionista Extraordinaire. He was supposed to be avoiding social events -- and this was the social event of the season, drawing denizens from all walks of life, a veritable moshpit of New Tottenheim citizenry. Attending this celebration was a exact opposite to keeping a low profile. Aristide knew this. But he was enjoying himself far too much to give a damn.

He'd chosen his attire with anonymity in mind. He'd forgone the usual frilly pageantry and gaudy accessories, opting instead for a simple black frock coat, trim black slacks, and black gloves. His only concession to fashion was a splash of scarlet silk at his throat -- and, of course, a mask. The mask covered enough of his face that he could weave his way through the merry-goers without fear of discovery. In fact, it made him look quite sinister, the shock of faux black hair blending with his own, creating a mane that swept back from his face in a feral tangle.

He really oughtn't be here -- but "oughtn't" was a word that rarely entered Aristide's vocabulary. Besides, he had a very good reason for attending. That reason was loitering by the wall, a slim, pale figure that stood out against the floral wallpaper despite his obvious attempts at discretion.

Aristide smiled, but the smile was tempered with the barest touch of anxiety. He pulled up beside Noah Crestwood, indicating the doctor's pocket watch. "Somewhere else you need to be?" he asked. His voice, too, was disguised -- gone were the flamboyant flourishes and dramatic drawn-out syllables. Aristide was nothing if not a talented actor.

"Shouldn't you be out there, dancing with you girlfriend?" He hooked a thumb at the only other attendee wearing a bunny mask, a slim, attractive blonde that Aristide didn't recognize. Who on Tier was that woman?
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Jonathan Highwind
 Posted: Feb 3 2012, 06:31 AM
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Jonathan was, indeed, insufferable.

He was wooing a lady in a slinky red dress with choice revelations along the leg area. Her ebony hair, flung so nonchalantly and yet so maddeningly over one bare, porcelain-like shoulder, had Jon nearly aching to run his hands through it. Just as he was about to regale the slinky minx with the tale of his daring misadventure on the surface, a familiar voice caught his ear. Turning, who should Jonathan spot but that brave kiddo from the surface excursion!

"Hey hey!" Jonathan exclaimed, beaming at Gale. He paused to give the miffed beauty an apologetic smile. "Do forgive me, I--" but before he could finish his already-prepared preposterously flattering excuse, the woman hmphed and strode off, clearly outraged the rogue rather speak to a child than such a fine display of the womanly figure such as she. Well, there goes the first one of the night, Jon thought with a sigh. He didn't fault Gale for the interruption, though; it was good to see Gale after the madness that had befallen them on the surface.

"Good to see you, kid! You look strong enough to pull the ears off'a Gryphon!"

As a matter of fact, occupied with the chance of glimpsing some glorious gal, the rogue hadn't noticed his frienemy, Derrick. His eyebrows shot up behind his mask, a hand rising to tip the brim of the even more ridiculous hat up, and that trademark sly grin lit upon his lips. "Huh," he said, "guess they stopped checking the door for riff-raff," he joked. Derrick, a rival-of-sorts sometimes and partner-in-not-so-charitable-tom-foolery at others, was a fairly common acquaintance of the self-professed treasure hunter.

"Better a pansy-flower than a synthbeef herder," Jonathan retorted, shooting Gale a wink. Insufferable, truly. The unwitting--or fully witting--invasion of his private space was nothing new to the rogue when Derrick was concerned, but he allowed himself a tiny, inward sigh. At least this time he isn't covered in cat piss, Jon noted with a wry smirk. Though it did do wonders for his smell at the time...He cleared his throat, about to answer the man's question regarding beverage when Derrick deftly diced his drink. "Er...oh, see me later about a job I might be taking on," he told the madman as he took an exploratory sniff of his glass. "Your kind of scene," he hinted with a wink.

"Anyway...right. Well, good luck on that stage, then," he added with a snort.

In all honesty, Jon fully expected the night to end in a brawl now. Can't argue with a bit of fisticuffs, but I had a different kind of physical activity in mind. "Fly, fly you beautiful bird!" Jonathan called to Derrick's back. He turned a mischievous grin towards Gale. "There goes one of the most insane bastards you'll ever come across," he told the youth. "Keeping a man like that as a friend tends to keep you alive on Tot," he added thoughtfully after a moment.

Just then, Jonathan thought he spotted something familiar about a certain suited gent in a rather fearsome mask. No, Jonathan mused, he wouldn't show up here would he? Another bemused smile touched his lips. Of course he would! Though before he could finish his suspicion about the identity of the intriguing interloper, he caught sight of Ku'pah charming a trio of long-haired harlots in red. Huh! No way that little lizard is getting anywhere further than me! He turned to Gale again, intent on shooting the breeze with the kiddo, as it were, but also eying the eye-candy too.

"So, looking for a little lady as well?" he asked, smirking like a cat himself.


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