MASQUERADE PARTY

[masqueradeparty]

[the day of the party has arrived!

right around dinnertime, fairies will try to round up every single character and gesture, lead, or pull them towards the courtyard. there, the miniature castle has finally been completed! there are fairy lights and beautiful singing all around you, and it looks like there's some kind of a party going on in the castle, but...

...but it's still so tiny. how could you possibly get in there? it would be hard just to get your hand through the front door!

but the fairies will persist, and as soon as a character steps into the fairy ring...

they find themselves in the ballroom.

this post has been forward-dated to tonight, of course, so mingle in the comment sections and have a fun time with the different rooms.]

SECTION LINKS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:
• The Ballroom
• Side Rooms
• The Garden
• The Altar

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THE ALTAR

[masqueradeparty]

[perhaps you've found it yourself, or perhaps you've been directed here... there's just this cool looking flat stone in the garden with a little inscription that says you can sacrifice a drop of your blood to the Autumn King to repay him for his kindness and help usher in a bountiful new season. nothing creepy about that at all, right? right.

...oh, there's a helpful dagger on the rock, too. in case you need one.]

[payback]

[Exploring, face partially concealed by a mask covered in red, orange and gold sequins, with the edges cut into jagged lines - a fire mask. She picks up the knife, cautious and curious, without touching the blade just yet. Glancing over the inscription -]

Hm...

[celestial_wizard]

[ Okay this whole situation? NO ONE would ever believe it back home. But before indulging in the festivities, Lucy opted to wander a little, soon finding herself at the altar. And hey, familiar face! ]

Rin?

[inafadingcrown]

I mistrust it. [Her voice breaks the quiet suddenly, the first announcement of her presence. Her mask still covers her face, but it's clear she's made no real effort to hide her identity.]

This bodes ill.

[echivoc]

[ Cross will be peeking over her shoulder to read the inscription. ]

"Hm" indeed.

[imnot_likeyou]

[No one should be surprised that Sam has found his way here. No one.

Sam is also the most awkward person at this ball. He's dressed in a suit, with a fairly simple mask, and he's not really sure why he's here. Other than the fact that Sam can be way too curious about things for his own good.

Sam doesn't know much about fairies. He hasn't lived through that particular adventure in his life yet (but some day he probably should). Regardless, the altar has him more curious than not, though he's incredibly wary of that blood sacrifice thing. Things that ask for blood usually aren't nice things.]

What happens if we don't?

[it's muttered more to himself than to anyone around him, but feel free to answer his assumed rhetorical question.]

[heloise]

[ Curious is her middle name, at least one of many, especially when it comes to altars, tributes, worship.

There was a reason she comes dressed as a golden calf, or a satyress in her gilded vines, silent as she approaches the flat stone to reach for the dagger. ]

[persequor]

Don't what? [ At the question, Arya comes closer to read the inscription. Behind her mask, she makes a face. ]

[webbing]

[ Yeah, Peter's not exactly comfortable with this, still in full Spider-Man gear he's hovering around this altar, because he's almost positive if something goes wrong? This is where it's gonna go down. ]

[hvic]

[ She watches him, golden eyes curious behind her mask. She glances up at him, head cocked. Who was this person? ]

You aren't supposed to cover your entire body. [ Says the girl wearing this lmao ]

[onlyanapple]

Oh here we go. Blood sacrifices. I wondered when they would show up.

[Crowley is just sipping his wine, looking at the altar with a detached sort of interest]

[persequor]

Do demons have blood? You could be the first.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, Galadriel is eyeing this very suspiciously. There is absolutely nothing about this that looks like a good idea. Which is precisely why she's standing here, waiting and watching.

Something is going to happen to happen and this seems likely to be the source of it.]

[heal_theworld]

[Martel walks up to stand next to her.] Giving your blood to something never ends well.

[She's still wearing her green dress and her hair done up with a hair comb but she's loosened her mask and is holding it in her hand.]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock seems to have put as little effort into this as possible; simple mask, simple suit. He wasn't going to come at all until the fairies urged him towards their makeshift portals -- he was bored enough to let his interest pique.

He's not shy about picking up the dagger, anyway. He turns it this way and that, inspecting it, before letting the blade rest experimentally against his palm, too light to draw blood just yet.

Is he bored enough to make a blood sacrifice to random seasonal royalty? Maybe.]

[webbing]

[ Watching Sherlock play around with that knife. He looks vaguely horrified behind his mask... No one can actually tell. ]

You're not seriously about to leave him some blood, are you?

[migrates]

[ and meanwhile, there's a woman with pink hair and some outfit crouched nearby, watching him with her chin in her hands. ]

Be careful not to make a mess on your pretty suit.

[kingsgambit]

[Sacrificing blood are we? Well that's something Merlin takes issue with, and it's enough to make him sit there and stare at that altar. Blood and magic of any kind don't sit well with him, and he can't help but be on edge.

And sitting there off to the side in a garden in a rather obvious outfit and mask it's not hard to see him.]

[scinlae]

[ Were it not for the clicking of heels she would have been as silent as if she were floating when she approaches him from behind, head tilted to the side.

It was certainly not his less than obvious outfit that gave him away, no not to her, she recognizes him instantly. Fingers brushing behind the back of his neck as she takes a set beside him. ]

Something bothering you, my lord?

[cyan_maid]

[After that rather flustering encounter, Jane has retreated to the garden for some fresh air. That flat stone seems like a good place to rest-

Jane catches sight of the inscription before she can get very far, though, and now she's knelt down to read it, her fingers brushing the letters and a little frown on her face.]

Well that doesn't sound right at all.

[heliotroping]

[Even behind his bright sun mask, his expression darkens]

...

[i_got_this]

[Okay, this ... is weird. South's poking around the alter, and picks up the dagger to inspect it, accidentally slicing into her thumb.]

Aw shit. [She gives her hand a shake and then sucks on the wound, more irritated that she stuck herself than worried about anything else; who would take this sort of thing seriously, anyway?]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[That smell of fresh blood is what draws him over. But when he sees the reason for it, he can't help the kneejerk reaction.]

Seriously?

[Damon had thought that nobody would really be stupid enough to start sacrificing blood to something just because the host asked nicely. Especially hosts like this who could be equally malicious as they could benevolent. Damon, for one, was keeping his blood to himself.]

[likethetragedy]

[Elektra is side eying this forever. Yep. She knew something creepy was bound to happen here.]

[hedonic]

[ Echidna didn't come here to dance. She's not even happy with her outfit, forced to cover up due to pissing off some fairies. The dress covers a lot by her standards, at any rate, and the mask and wings combo pins her as a dark fairy.

Well if they want her to live up to her reputation, then she will! She doesn't have to be half naked to be a pest and otherwise check out the hottest ladies in the ballroom or in the garden. When she's not nosing around this altar, anyway. Is there anything anyone left that she can steal? ]