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[MoonlitKnightt]

An invitation for you, in an unmarked white envelope, sealed with red wax.

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How do we act if nobody knows we are who we are? If we mask our idenity, do we keep to the rules of morality, ethics, and propriety? Or, in our temporary moments outside ourselves, do we give vent to our more wicked natures...the "us" we so often have to hide away?

Our setting is a grand estate which is hosting a costume ball for the evening. Many rooms are open to the guests, and the doors are open to anyone wishing to come inside.

My only requests as your host are simple. One, I ask that you refrain from the use of names. Any reference to yourself or others is to be done as the costume that person has chosen. Second, please attempt a measure of reality in your actions. For example, while this is the Sexual Role Play area, do not assume you can jump right into the physical with someone. Because honestly, how often does that approach work in life?

Other than those stipulations, let me just say welcome one and all to the party.

~Your host,
The Prince

 

[Metaldrummer76]

OOC: This is a really good Idea, and I would be honored to take part in it, but I am currently thinking up a costume idea, so gimme a bit.....

 

[Dark_Jewel]

The Entity of Fire

She arrived just on time as always. Never was she late, or for that matter, early. She arrived on time, no matter where or when.

Her firey red locks were tied up high on her head, ringlets of red and gold flowing from the gold encasements that held it. Her eyes were held in a mask, gold, red, amber flames flying from her eyes. The rest of her face was covered in gold and red glitter, sparkling that could only be envious of her blue eyes behind the mask.

Her body was wrapped in a dress that sparkled as well. The bottom started out in blue sequins, then faded into red, then orange. She would be the envy of any other element.

Her tan hand reached for the doorknob. For a split second she hesitated. "What if they find out who I really am? Hell would not be inviting." Without further hesitation, she walked in the door.

((OOC Hope this is something you were looking for))

 

[SuthernCumfort]

The Dark Lady

Her invitation had came a few days ago and as usual she was intrigued. She had roamed her loft looking for the perfect costume. The day of the party she found it. Hiding in the consignment shop window. The dress screamed lost, empty, dark. It was red. Fiery red. Long and flowing, made as if Morticia herself wore it.

She went in paid the clerk and took the dress. She would not be outdone this night. Her mask, homemade, was decorated in pagan symbols, crosses, rosary beads, feathers, striking an odd reaction as she placed it to her face.

She dressed rather quickly, knowing she would not want to be early, but she needed to feel the soft velvet fabric against her porceline skin. She tied her long brown hair up in a series of intricate slips and tangles, The clear beads hung down her back, lay against her bare skin as the dress dipped dangerously close to her bottom. Yet this did not stop her. She wore nothing but a pair of black satin thongs under the dress, and in the mirror when she turned a peak was all you got.


As she stepped from the long black car, she pulled the mask securely against her face. She watched another guest walk into the house, and at this distance it was safe to ascertain she was female.

Gathering her courage, she made quick steps to the door, and as her hand reached the cold metal, she stopped. Hesitation was the largest part of her life, and here, taking the chance now, she did just that. But before she could back away, the door swung open and she was met with strongest eyes she had ever seen.

Her own green ones were wide and innocent, yet she was far from it. As she bowed her head and handed over her invitation, she was ushered in the door.



OOC: THANKS for the INVITE!! Hope the dark lady in the red dress is okey

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

The Prince

He was pleased to see guests arriving as promptly as they were, having somewhat expected them to take on the fashionably late approach. More pleasing however were the costumes his first guests had chosen for the night; both would have been eye catching enough simply on a dress-maker's dummy, without the pressence of an actual form to grace. Yet grace they did, as no other word could properly describe how the obvious beauty of both the Entity of Fire and the Dark Lady was further enhance by them.

The Prince himself was somewhat less impressive in his own attire, a black suit tailored to fit him perfectly, over a shirt of white silk. It was the few accents he prided himself off and trusted to draw the eye; The cufflinks, the bowtie, the handkerchief protruding from his breasts pocket, and his gloves...all of a deep, matching amythyst hue. A small, understated gold crowd rested atop his black hair, worn straight back from his brow for the occasion. Covering the right of his face was a black half mask in the style of the Phantom of the Opera. The one difference here was that his eye was covered, only the left visible, a chilly ice blue that struck a contrast to his otherwise dark coloring.

He held a glass of merlot in one hand as he held the door for the ladies to enter. Soon of course, he would hand this duty over to hired help, but for now he wanted to personally greet a few of his guests before settling into the party himself.

With a light smile, a bowwed head, and a softly spoken "Good evening," he stepped aside to allow them into his home.

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OOC: Very nice openning from you both, as well as costume choices. I just hope the thread goes well enough to do them justice.

Metal, there's no rush at all. Take your time in thinking.

 

[bardrhyn]

The Bard

The invitation had arrived just yesterday but it had given him enough time to prepare for he had kept his costume all these years within the closet of his room. His ancestry was celtic and as a result he had the tartan and kilt of his home clan. All that remained was to construct a mask to hide his face; this was easily accomplished... a blue mask of swirls of darker blue and green. Slits for the eyes, his own a shimmering blue and then...the final touch.

Legend has it that the celtic ancestors stained themselves blue with woad and so to did he now do likewise. An hour it took to make his entire body blue stained and then, dressed in tartan, kilt and fierce blue paint and mask he set off. He arrived in style, within a hired limousine. As he was dropped off at the door he noted the two women who had arrived before him. He whistled silenty in his mind for they were most definitely breath taking.

Moments later he too was entering the door behind them, eyes casting themselves about both this way and that, taking in the prince and offering a wave before his gaze alighted once more upon the two women.

 

[Dark_Jewel]

The Entity of Fire

She walked into the mansion, looking around for first guests. She apparently was the first, but was glad to see that soon others arrived.

She walked over to the bar, "Could I have..." She stopped realizing she hadn't had a drink with alcohol since college. "I really don't know what to ask for, so I will ask for a merlot." She grinned and winked at the bartender.

Grabbing her glass, she turned to face the rest of the room eyeing each of the costumes. A king perhaps..no, too young. Prince, most definately. A lady in red.....Then a Scotsmen.

"What are we all here for? Why did we get invited?" In her line of work, she was never really invited to parties. At least not the typical types. She didn't understand how she would benefit those that came.

 

[prissy_kytten]

nights mistress

The invitation had been slid under the door of her office. Sitting there in a tailored suit she read it quickly. not really her type of party but something about it interested her.

Walking down the street looking in the window she saw it the dress the one she would never wear in society and then it occurred to her, the invite the custome party.

Walking in she asked the clerk if she had the black dress in the window in a size two. the clerk walked over and pulled a dress of the wall and handed it to her. Once paid for she walked out climbed into her car and drove home , she did not have much time.

Pulling up she stepped out of the car her jet black waist length hair piled up in cascading curls.

Her black lace full length gown hugging every curve of her petite 5'8 110lb frame. She could feel the breeze play with the sting of silver and black that hung from her dress clasp down her bare back.

Her curls teased her bare shoulders and arms.

Ajusting her black feathered mask one last time she walked towards the door, took a deep breath and step through.

 

[CursedVixen]

The Cursed Vixen

She had found the invitation on the passenger seat in her car. She'd left the windows down a bit to allow air flow; which left just enough space for someone to slip something inside. Parties of all kinds; be them under raves or grand balls - highly amused her.

She borrowed an old costume from her neighbor down the hall. It was simple enough; she didn't want to dress extravagently. She wore a simply cream peasant shirt with a brown leather corset. She laced it tightly enough that it framed her thin waist but loosely enough that she could still breath comfortably. Her silk and sheer skirt flowed just below the knees in slits and layers - revealing her thighs. She then slipped on a pair of thigh-high brown lace boots which heightened her to around 5'7. She let her long black hair flow freely and adorned her gray eyes with a small, undecorated mask.

She arrived later than she had anticipated, for the other guests had already begun to arrive. As she entered the mansion she could feel a kind of mysterious atmosphere. It was still quiet. She refrained from socializing, for the time being. She was observant, amused and intrigued by the actions and costumes of the others. She looked for her host, who was hard to miss. She watched him very closely, and without shame.

 

[bardrhyn]

The Bard walked around inside the mansion; the place seemed partially empty at the moment but had potential, it was already beginning to fill. At the bar there was a fiery red head, she looked quite simply stunning, as indeed, did all the others. He noted the simpler clad lady who had entered last, but even in her simplicity there was a certain kind of beauty.

He was distinctly aware of how uncouth his blue skin might appear but at the same time he knew a good solid tartan was spectacular and he had no qualms about whether he was under dressed. The blue just helped hide him a little better and was the finishing touch.

He made his way over to the bar, pausing to smile at the red haired (Dark Jewel) and glitter faced lady. Her dress hugged her form perfectly and he greeted her as the lady she undoubtedly was; laying on the accent for affect. "Ach m'lady, 'tis good to see you here. Aye." He laughed and ordered a whisky. "I think it may be quite the party."

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

As more and more people arrived, he opted to leave his possition near the door and moved on into the main hall to be amongst his guests. -His- guests...it still seemed odd to think of, after always keeping to the edges of parties, shy and nervous to approach anyone. To be hosting a party now instead, and with such a fine turn out as this no less, was both a drastic shift and quite a thrill.

He hadn't been sure how well the idea of such random invitation dispursion would be received in the beginning. It made sense in theory, adding to the concept of hiding one's identity; less chance of guests knowing one another if you simply spread invites here and there. Apparently, the theory worked fine in practice.

He settled himself at the far end of the bar, watching the guests arrive for the moment rather than pounce immediately into conversation with any one particular person. Best to let them get comfortable a little while.

As he sipped at his wine, the Prince had to smile slightly; -his- party seemed to be shaping up nicely.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Nights Mistress

Head held high, she walked slowly towards the bar noticing that this is where everyone else had gone.
At the end of the bar a man who seemed a prince stood alone, almost as if watching a show put on for his amusement.
She stopped at the bar a few feet away and said "vodka and lime, not ice." to the bartender.
When he handed her the drink she thanked him.
Turning to look down the bar she saw a scots man talking to lady that seem to be a vision of fire.
At the other part of the bar was a girl dressed simply yet very much like a bar wench. She laughed to herself at that thought.

 

[Dark_Jewel]

"Ach m'lady, 'tis good to see you here. Aye. I think it may be quite the party." The scotman decided to come over to talk to her.

She paused for a moment, grinning at him. She looked at him, really looked at him. His skin, blue she was supposing for some heritage. She thought she remembered seeing a movie about it a few years back but couldn't remember much about it. About the only thing she could ever remember about Scottish heritage was that they wore kilts and Gerry Butler was Scottish.

"Yes, it is a very nice party. Do you know the owner? I honestly have no idea how I got invited." She stopped staring at him a moment to look around. "It seems like, if my assumption is correct, he was very sparatic in his inviting. It looks like a good crowd so far, but one thing about everyone, they are all very good looking people." She blushed behind the mask at her very conceited sounding comment. "I ...uh...well you know what I mean." She wondered if he could see her blush or not.

 

[prissy_kytten]

she could hear the woman of fire speaking to the scot and desided to join the conversation. picking up her drink she walked over and said "I don't know how I got invited either." smiling she thought wow beautiful everyone was, wondering if the owner had instructed the invitations to be delieved to only the most beautiful.
"have you met our host yet, he was not greeting guests when I arrived."

 

[CursedVixen]

The Cursed Vixen

She debated approaching the bar, but chose not too. Shyness and timidity were not characteristics she was accustomed to having; but she knew it was something more. She took a seat and kept her eyes on the crowd. The Scots man had defintely amused her. She found his costume very creative and original. She then watched the prince as he also separated himself.

For a moment she thought her Gypsy costume wasn't enough for such a party, but this thought was immediately brushed away from her mind. A costume was a costume, and the extravagence or price of it wouldn't matter.

She adjusted the suede mask over her gray eyes and continued to watch in amusement.

 

[prissy_kytten]

putting her hand out she said to the lady made of fire and the scotsman "you can call me night mistress and you are?"

 

[Dark_Jewel]

"Hello Mistress. I am Mo.....I am Ember for tonight." She grinned. She had almost given her real life. That wouldn't have went over well.

"I haven't spoken with out host yet either. Though I must admit I am intrigued. Is there something he has asked us here for? If s0o, what is the purpose?"

She put on her smile once again, "It is a pleasure to meet you both though. It isn't often that I get a chance to go to a masquerade."

 

[prissy_kytten]

Smiling at Ember Nights Mistress said "i have a feeling the Prince at the end of the bar is our host, I'm not sure though, but by the way he is watching everyone he would be who I put my money on."

 

[Dark_Jewel]

Ember

"Yes, I believe that is him. He opened the door, so either he is the inviter, or he works for him. I am assuming in the costuming, he is the host."

She smiled at the Prince.

"We won't get answers standing over here. Perhaps, if you don't mind, Scotsman, could you escort us lovely ladies over to speak with the prince?" She didn't wait for an invitation, simple put her arm in his and waited for Mistress to do the same.

"Shall we?"

 

[prissy_kytten]

"We shall" Mistress said smiling sweetly into Ember's eyes

 

[bardrhyn]

The scotsman took both of the ladies arms, "A pleasure ladies." He grinned.

As he led them towards the end of the bar he whispered to both of them, "I have to say I'm as clueless as you as to how we were given the invitations but I have to agree that the most beautiful ladies were invited. Aye."

He chuckled then, "Which in my opinion is no bad thing eh?"

He paused, then continued, "So ye are night mistress and Ember. Fine names to match the attire of the both of of ye. Nae?"

By this time they had reached the Prince and the scotman gave a short little bow, "Dear Prince, please meet my new aquaintances, Ember and Night Mistress."

 

[RPMate]

It had been much later when the knight finally arrived to the mansion in his dodge viper sports car.
He was a bit late but he didn't care, he wouldn't know anyone here anyway and even if did there was no way they would be able to recognize him. He wore a simple black mask to cover his face and his outfit consisting of a dark cape that fitted comfortably over his shoulders and neck while the rest of his body was covered in loose black and blue dress clothing and a pair of black shoes. (his costume is similar to the last picture but not exactly as you can see.)

He had been invited somewhat at random it seemed by a simple unmarked envelope that was sealed with red wax. At first he thought the idea was silly but after some encouragement from his friend the knight decided to at least check it out, if only for a little while.

With the heavy tapping sound of his shoes the knight entered the mansion were he was greeted formally by a female servant who curtsied in front of him as he nodded his head coolly in greetings. Following her directions the knight made his way into the main ball room were he saw many of the other guests already chatting and drinking over by the bar.

Frowning lightly beneath his cape so no one could see the knight made his way over to an open table were he lightly sat down and waited for the bar to clear up some before we moved over to get his own drink.

Even in a situation like this he still didn't feel comfortable around crowds and parties and was already starting to regret coming here.

 

[HalfCircleMoon]

The Captain of the guard cursed himself as he arrived at the mansion. He was late, by about an hour. He found the door open, and stepped in.
Donned in his uniform, with a ceremonial cape and feathered hat, the Captain was an imposing presence. Strong and sturdy, with golden hair down to his shoulders, he gave an air of masculinity, but with sophisitication.

He followed the sound of voices to the bar area, and swiftly approached his host.

"My Prince," he said, kneeling to the ground. "i aplogize for my timing. And i thank you for the invitation, once again."

He stood up and took the hand of one of the women, bending down and giving it a courteous kiss.

"and who might this lovely lady be?"

 

[prissy_kytten]

Having noticed two new comers Night Mistress desided to disengage herself from Ember, the Scotman and the Prince. As she walked by she noticed the captain of the guard walk over and kneel before the prince in the space she had justed.
Continueing her walk over to the other stranger who sat alone at the table she paused to take in his custom or rather his black and blue suit, cape and mask, shrugging her shoulders she walked up to him extended her hand and said "Nights Mistress and you are?"

 

[RPMate]

"Nights Mistress and you are?"

The knight was surprised to see someone already walking up to him and greeting him with an extension of her hand. Knowing that it be rude not he stood himself up and gently bowed while taking hold hold of her hand and placing a warm kiss upon it.

He had hoped to only be a spectator in this party but it looked like he would have to mingle after all, but at least the girl before him was attractive and spiked his interests.

"Greetings Nights Mistress, just call me Knights or knight." He said while slowly rising from his bow.

"I apologize if I'm rather blunt but I really don't know why I'm here. I was only invited through a blank envelope and came because a friend asked me to.
heh I think he wanted me to hook up with someone here or something along those lines." He spoke in a smooth tone of voice, one that was neither outgoing or shy but down to earth and calculating.
His poster was upright which gave hint to a more militaristic life while his speech was something of that of a noble.