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]

And now you are the one kissing other men. You have no grounds to worry.

[molotov]

That is why I should worry, he will be mad and leave me forever, and then I will be alone, and it's all your fault, I hate you.

[assassino]

If he leaves you, I will make you an honest woman again, having let you tarnish your virtue with me.

[molotov]

But I don't want to be married to you, I don't love you. I want to be with Brock.

[She doesn't mean it as an insult. She just sounds sad.]

[assassino]

I know, Molotov.

[molotov]

And now he is going to leave me and I am going to have to be married to you and your tiny hands and stupid hair.

[assassino]

Resigned to your fate, hmm?

[molotov]

[She sounds so sad when she answers. Like her heart is just breaking.] If we had children, they would be short and sound like stereotypes.

[assassino]

[Aww, Mol.]

At least their career prospects will be straight-forward.

[molotov]

But I already have a baby, and she lives in another world or something, and she isn't yours, because you couldn't make anything perfect like her even with me. She is Brock's.

[assassino]

[He knows he and Molotov will never happen, but this still stings a little.]

Molotov, darling, you are terribly drunk.

[molotov]

[Molotov will feel really bad when she remembers this part of the conversation. She doesn't even mean it to be an insult, really.]

It's a party. I am not that drunk.

[assassino]

No? Then if I jostle you, you will not be sick...

[Tempted to try, but no.]

[molotov]

I never throw up.

[That's no guarantee that his back will stay clean if he makes any sudden movements.]

[assassino]

I do not believe that.

[molotov]

It's true. I don't.

[assassino]

So it is safe to jostle you, then...

[molotov]

Go ahead.

[But not if you value your clothes, Ezio.]

[assassino]

[Nah, he's not that mean. Instead, he just pats her bottom.]

You think I am so cruel.

[molotov]

Maybe you are. People hide themselves sometimes.

[assassino]

I do not hide cruelty.

[molotov]

Prove it.

[assassino]

When I wish to be cruel, I kill my enemies more brutally.

[molotov]

So then you are hiding cru[hic]elty.