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Entry tags:
- ! ic/ooc,
- augustin chevalier-desjardins,
- crysta waldinger,
- doc yowell,
- dorin lee,
- enoch waldinger,
- eureka castillo,
- harris stone,
- linus lowe,
- lou sweetapple,
- maximilian hart,
- mc flores,
- murphy nowles,
- parson starling,
- poet knightstep,
- raine riley,
- salvador roca,
- thomasin hendricks,
- vidalia laroux,
- whit woolwine iii,
- zeke zelizer
Halloween Masquerade
HALLOWEEN MASQUERADE
After more than a week of tight-lipped workers going in and out of the Rec Centre, Hall A finally opens its doors for the Halloween Masquerade. Everyone is permitted to attend as long as they're wearing a mask and following the dress code, and attendees all step into a lush shadowy space seemingly lit only by candlelight.
Black velvet-flocked damask wallpaper covers the walls, with heavy crimson silk draperies and candlelit wall sconces interspersed every few feet to bring a gothic warmth to the proceedings. (The Waldingers promise to restore everything back to normal later.) Gold-edged antique mirrors are hung at random, reflecting the unrecognizable faces and fantastical costumes. Candelabras and vases full of dark red roses adorn every table. As promised, there's food, an open bar, music and dancing. Enjoy yourselves.
Black velvet-flocked damask wallpaper covers the walls, with heavy crimson silk draperies and candlelit wall sconces interspersed every few feet to bring a gothic warmth to the proceedings. (The Waldingers promise to restore everything back to normal later.) Gold-edged antique mirrors are hung at random, reflecting the unrecognizable faces and fantastical costumes. Candelabras and vases full of dark red roses adorn every table. As promised, there's food, an open bar, music and dancing. Enjoy yourselves.
PLAYLIST
MENU
SPECIALTY DRINKS
BLACK WIDOW MARTINI - Dark rum, dry vermouth and lime, rimmed with sugar and garnished with blackberries. An elegant choice.
EYEBALL SANGRIA - Red wine, brandy and pomegranate juice, with eyeballs made of lychee and frozen blueberries. Fun!
THE BLOOD BANK - A half-dozen plastic syringes filled with Bloody Mary, served on ice. Are you injecting these shots yourself, or will you share with a friend?
THE MINTY PAYNE - Sparkling rosé wine, blackcurrant liqueur and rose syrup, garnished with roses. Every time you order this, you must loudly wish Minty a happy birthday first.
EYEBALL SANGRIA - Red wine, brandy and pomegranate juice, with eyeballs made of lychee and frozen blueberries. Fun!
THE BLOOD BANK - A half-dozen plastic syringes filled with Bloody Mary, served on ice. Are you injecting these shots yourself, or will you share with a friend?
THE MINTY PAYNE - Sparkling rosé wine, blackcurrant liqueur and rose syrup, garnished with roses. Every time you order this, you must loudly wish Minty a happy birthday first.
FOOD
Silver trays of hors d'oeuvres are arranged on the buffet table, featuring a variety of tea sandwiches, canapés, crudités and desserts. Seasonally appropriate offerings include: pumpkin & brie crostini with candied nuts, ghostly apple blackberry hand pies, monstrous fried chicken sliders, and spider-webbed deviled eggs.
VOLUNTEERS
[Volunteer A] gets turned away at the door and is forced to rethink their entire costume, and also maybe their life. They're allowed back in the second time, even if they did nothing to change their outfit. Are the bouncers just rejecting people for fun?
[Volunteer B] thinks they see Director Riddle in a particularly scandalous getup, but it’s really [Volunteer C]. Too bad [Volunteer B] already told all their friends that their employer was definitely dressed as a [insert costume here].
Every time Linus Lowe looks into one of the party's many mirrors, they see a glowing entity lingering in the background—but no one's ever there.
The illusion emitter in [Volunteer E]'s mask starts malfunctioning, and they sidle up to [Volunteer F] without realizing that their identity is no longer obscured. Oops! Someone eventually comes by to give them a replacement mask, and an apology voucher for a free drink at the bar. (Wait, isn't it an open bar anyway?)
[Volunteer G] chugs their Eyeball Sangria too fast, and chokes on a lychee eyeball. Help! Luckily, [Volunteer H] steps in and performs the Heimlich maneuver to save them. Do they reveal their identity, or slip back into the party as an anonymous Good Samaritan?
Vidalia LaRoux accidentally knocks a candelabra off a table, right onto Maximilian Hart. Their clothing catches on fire, but only for about a minute. Turns out all those flames were illusions, and their clothes are totally unsinged. Whew!
[Volunteer K] swears that someone dressed up as a creepy Victorian child ghost keeps following them around the party. They point the semi-translucent ghost out to [Volunteer L], who says they don't see anyone. Wait, what? The ghost flees any attempt to approach them.
Okay, these illusions are excessive. Knowing that Enoch Waldinger's illusions disappear if you refuse to believe in them, Rufus Kearney concentrates hard on being a huge killjoy. For an instant, they see all of the illusions flicker out of existence, but the illusory costumes quickly reassert themselves once they're no longer concentrating.
[Volunteer N] and [Volunteer O] run into each other a record five times in the half hour they’re stuck in the hedge maze, like they’re old classmates at a grocery store. They decide to just embrace it, team up, and actually find their way out!
[Volunteer B] thinks they see Director Riddle in a particularly scandalous getup, but it’s really [Volunteer C]. Too bad [Volunteer B] already told all their friends that their employer was definitely dressed as a [insert costume here].
Every time Linus Lowe looks into one of the party's many mirrors, they see a glowing entity lingering in the background—but no one's ever there.
The illusion emitter in [Volunteer E]'s mask starts malfunctioning, and they sidle up to [Volunteer F] without realizing that their identity is no longer obscured. Oops! Someone eventually comes by to give them a replacement mask, and an apology voucher for a free drink at the bar. (Wait, isn't it an open bar anyway?)
[Volunteer G] chugs their Eyeball Sangria too fast, and chokes on a lychee eyeball. Help! Luckily, [Volunteer H] steps in and performs the Heimlich maneuver to save them. Do they reveal their identity, or slip back into the party as an anonymous Good Samaritan?
Vidalia LaRoux accidentally knocks a candelabra off a table, right onto Maximilian Hart. Their clothing catches on fire, but only for about a minute. Turns out all those flames were illusions, and their clothes are totally unsinged. Whew!
[Volunteer K] swears that someone dressed up as a creepy Victorian child ghost keeps following them around the party. They point the semi-translucent ghost out to [Volunteer L], who says they don't see anyone. Wait, what? The ghost flees any attempt to approach them.
Okay, these illusions are excessive. Knowing that Enoch Waldinger's illusions disappear if you refuse to believe in them, Rufus Kearney concentrates hard on being a huge killjoy. For an instant, they see all of the illusions flicker out of existence, but the illusory costumes quickly reassert themselves once they're no longer concentrating.
[Volunteer N] and [Volunteer O] run into each other a record five times in the half hour they’re stuck in the hedge maze, like they’re old classmates at a grocery store. They decide to just embrace it, team up, and actually find their way out!
CLAIM A SPOT
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
The last thing they expect is a heartfelt confession, though. They look up from their phone, all three eyes widening as they face another moral dilemma. On one hand, they want to hear the rest of it; being mooned over by Sal feels substantially better than anything that transpired in the storage closet. On the other hand, they've already netted negative karma for what they did to Whit in there...
...But they did get away with it.
...And Sal did just help them mug people for their candy. It's probably a turn-on when Eureka's a little bit evil.
"Feel like you're what?" Eureka presses, sounding like a supportive friend fishing for a love story and not a manipulative narcissist seeking love and attention.
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
That's a lot to put on a person. Too much, maybe, more than Eureka's ever really asked for. You don't expect anything more than I'm willing to give, they told him. Sal feels lost all of a sudden, like he did at the start of the party, looking around at a sea of strange faces. He doesn't know who here is his friend and he kissed some people he's not sure he should've kissed and he's now said way too much to someone who knows his name, and it's all so fucking much. He doesn't know what he's doing here at all.
"Tell them I went home," Sal says, and turns to go.
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
"Did you really not figure out that I, Eureka with an E, am the tentacled alien bitch?" Disbelief with subtle notes of bullying. "You're so cute. But don't go home unless it's with me."
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
Part of him just wants to cuss, for a long time in increasing intensity. Instead, all he says is, "You got vines, not tentacles." Then his helmet tilts down, looking right at Eureka's chest. "That's Audrey?"
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw (nsfw-ish to be safe)
Their expression softens when they look to him again, though they can't help their little smirk. "I can. But it's cute. I liked hearing it. I want you to think of me while you're awake, and dream of me while you're asleep." They lift their hands, lovingly cupping the sides of his helmet. "Did you wear this to protect me? You're such a good boy."
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw (nsfw-ish to be safe)
"I mean, not just 'cause of you, but yeah." He can't quite see Eureka in the busty alien chick in front of him, but they talk like Eureka, and laugh like them too. He puts his gloved hands on their waist, holding them close. "I wasn't gonna hurt you. At least, not until you want me to."
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw (nsfw-ish to be safe)
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
"I like your real face better." They flick the visor down again, and loop their arm around him once more. "Carry me back to my ship, Space Man. I'll tell you all about it."
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
He leans down, sliding a hand under Eureka's knees, and lifts them up into his arms in a firm hold. He wasn't kidding about dedicating time in the gym for this display of macho gallantry, and easily carries them as he heads out of the party. "Your costume's cool as hell, though. Did you really go green, or is that the mask?"
DANCE FLOOR: Space Man & Alien Outlaw
"You know I did," they respond once they've left the building. They remove their mask to break the illusion, confident in remaining just as unrecognizable from afar. Up close, their costume looks professionally tailored, and their makeup is an exaggerated high femme and skillfully applied. ... Although their dark green lipstick has smudged and smeared its way up their cheek, leaving only a tint of color left on their lips.
They gasp at their reflection in Sal's helmet and pull their lipstick from their rightmost cleavage to do a quick fix in their improvised mirror. They rub their lips together and then give Sal's visor another kiss, satisfied by the mark they've left.
"Is this a rental or is it yours?" they ask, sounding a little too curious about the answer.