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

Comments

[assassino]

I beg to differ. Women adore me.

[molotov]

I never said you had no charm. I said you probably suck at sex.

[Is that more wine? Yes, awesome. Add that to the list of things that Molotov needs right now.]

[assassino]

I certainly do not.

[molotov]

Your entire argument to the contrary seems to be [and here she deepens her voice comically, and tries to layer an Italian accent over her Russian one] "Oh I'm Ezio and I fuck a lot of women, most of them whores, and I can't give you any examples of why that might make me good in bed, but trust me, I'm better than you because I'm Ezio and I have tiny baby hands." Blehh.

[assassino]

[Oh, please. Feeling CHALLENGED:]

You want me to prove it, signora? Come to bed with me.

[molotov]

I can't, you dumb idiot. You want your neck snapped every two weeks for the rest of your time here?

[assassino]

Ahh, but if he were not here or an issue, you would? [grin]

[molotov]

Maybe once, if I was really drunk.

[assassino]

And then you would beg for more!

[molotov]

I doubt it! If your hands are small, probably everything else is too. And anyway, you are probably selfish.

[assassino]

No, I understand, Molotov. You cannot handle your desire for me, and so you pretend there is nothing to desire. I would not see you heartbroken.

[molotov]

Cannot handle?

[NO NO NO FUCK EZIO WHY DID YOU PHRASE IT LIKE A CHALLENGE]

I can handle anything, and if I had desire for you, I would do something about it, because I am Molotov fucking Cocktease and no one tells me what to do. You are the one who cannot handle his desire.

[And then she grabs him to give him probably the best, most mindblowing, incredibly drunken kiss she has ever given anyone. And when she's done, she pushes his face away with the flat of her palm.]

Heartbreak that, baby hands.

[assassino]

[He's a little startled -- whoa gurl kinda forceful there -- but he settles into that kiss in the only way anyone ever submits to a hot drunken kiss: eagerly and without any common sense of propriety.

And he laughs.

God he loves her.]

If you say so, Cocktease. Just think of me next time your husband plows you!

[molotov]

I don't think about dogs while I get fucked.

[assassino]

[Laughs.

And drinks.]

No, I bet you think about bears.

[molotov]

Nyet, I think about my hu-[hic]-sband's enormous cock.

[assassino]

Well, he is a very large man. Probably part bear.

[molotov]

He is just a real man and not a little boy like you.

[assassino]

I am not a little boy.

[molotov]

Your hands say otherwise!

[assassino]

[He pinches her thigh.]

Ah, but they get the job done so well.

[molotov]

I am sure they fit your khui perfectly.

[assassino]

[Grin]

So how does a virgin bride learn so much about cocks if she has only taken one?

[molotov]

I'm forty, first of all, and half the time I get my kills by pretending I plan to sleep with the target. How many cocks I have actually deigned to touch has nothing to do with how many I have been exposed to. And how did you find that out?

[assassino]

I'm an Assassin, I can find out whatever I want. And I've never had to seduce someone just to get a kill.