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]

You are scarcely taller than I am, Molotov.

And since when do bangs belong to women?

[molotov]

You can console yourself that way, but you are still shorter than I am. Tiny, tiny man. And since always because they look stupid on men.

[assassino]

[ROLLS EYES...]

Well, how would you change my hair?

[molotov]

[She reaches over and roughly pushes back his bangs, her tongue caught in the corner of her mouth with concentration as she examines him. She is an artist and his head is her canvas!]

Back like this. And you should cut it shorter, the ponytail is stupid.

[SHE YANKS THE RIBBON OUT with no delicacy at all, then immediately regrets this decision and tries to rectify it. Badly. At the very least, her boobs are basically in his face by now.]

[assassino]

[He hasn't cut the back since before he got here, so it's getting longer in the back... the front has been trimmed, though, so he still has his bangs and those shorter bits over his ears. He did it himself. With his hidden blade.

He grimaces when she pulls out his ribbon, and then tries to take it from her so he can do it himself. While staring at her tits.]

How short? I do not want it in my face.

[Which is why he has shorter pieces... genius..................]

[molotov]

[She lets him take the ribbon, because even drunk, she knows when she's fucked.] You could just cut it so short that it doesn't fall there! Or slick it back. And the back short, like to your neck or shorter.

[assassino]

[He fixes it. He probably will cut the back a bit shorter, anyway. A bit.]

Your husband has both bangs and long hair.

[molotov]

I know, and his hair is terrible. I tell him that all the time.

[assassino]

Well, perhaps I will cut the back, but I am leaving the front. I will not spend all my time greasing it back.

[molotov]

Wh... How long do you think it will take?!

[assassino]

Why, do you have some future way of doing it? It is simply impractical in my time.

[molotov]

You just put the hair stuff on your hands and run them back! What do you use that it would be impractical?

[assassino]

Lard.

[molotov]

[She shakes her head and scrunches her nose.] Ew! Ezio. Nyet, no. Hair wax. Use hair wax. Wish for it.

[assassino]

Wouldn't wax tear the hair?

[molotov]

Hair wax, it's special for the hair.

[assassino]

Well, I will consider it. Or ask Stephanie to show me.

But I like my hair as it is.

[molotov]

I won't stop you from having ugly hair.

[assassino]

I'm sure everyone else likes my hair.

[molotov]

Who told you that? They were lying. You look like a child who went too long between haircuts.

[assassino]

Stephanie and Lucrezia do, and they touch and play with it often.

[molotov]

So they think of you as a little girl, like them.

[assassino]

No.

[molotov]

Da, yes! Do you know who plays with each other's hair? Little girls. I do not play with my husband's hair.

[assassino]

You know what? I think it is time for you to go to bed.