Event: The Party Begins!
Harlequin style clowns of the Krewe ran before the parade floats, heralding their arrival with dancing and song, some of them carrying torches that set the silver and gold in their costumes glinting and gleaming. Others went out of their way to tease and torment random citizens in the crowd, laughing as they did so.
But they, and the parade that followed in their wake, weren't the only spectacle. El Dorado had woken that morning to decoration heavy streets, vivid colors finding their way across buildings and around streetlights, into stores and resturants. The flag of Mardi Gras was hung high among them, the purple, gold, and green serving as a sign of what was to come. Nowhere had been left untouched, the Mansion included. Even the Receptionist had spent the day in a purple domino mask that matched her always immaculate attire exactly.
Weird, but she seemed to be comfortable with it.
Nemcatacoa could not've been more pleased with the turn out. Watching the beginning of the Carnival parade pass him by -- Costumed Krewe laughing and dancing and waving, musicians creating loud and joyful brass band music as one -- he grinned to himself. He'd been tempted to join, but the others had insisted he stay out of it. It'd be an interesting enough night without any excess of influence. And if he was forced to admit it, Nemcatacoa would agree.
It was going to be hilarious.
And then the gifts were thrown. Beads, masks, doubloons, toys, trinkets. Nemcatacoa grinned wider as he watched them fall into the eager hands of citizens already becoming lost to the citywide hedonistic insanity. Things would start getting interesting soon.
A tall and thin man stopped next to him, his face obscured by a purple and green Comedy mask. He leaned down, whispering in Nemcatacoa's ear, and Nemcatacoa laughed. Then he nodded. "We've just started. Give it an hour, then tell them to begin."
The Masked Man laughed himself, a high pitched giggle that would've unsettled the people around them. Had any of them been paying attention. Then he straightened up and turned, slipping off into the crowd to tell their his kind it was almost time to go to work.
Nemcatacoa settled into a spot next to a streetlamp, and grinned to himself, turning his attention back to the parade and the people around it. Yes, this would be one for the books.
Now they couldn't say they'd never been given anything.
But they, and the parade that followed in their wake, weren't the only spectacle. El Dorado had woken that morning to decoration heavy streets, vivid colors finding their way across buildings and around streetlights, into stores and resturants. The flag of Mardi Gras was hung high among them, the purple, gold, and green serving as a sign of what was to come. Nowhere had been left untouched, the Mansion included. Even the Receptionist had spent the day in a purple domino mask that matched her always immaculate attire exactly.
Weird, but she seemed to be comfortable with it.
Nemcatacoa could not've been more pleased with the turn out. Watching the beginning of the Carnival parade pass him by -- Costumed Krewe laughing and dancing and waving, musicians creating loud and joyful brass band music as one -- he grinned to himself. He'd been tempted to join, but the others had insisted he stay out of it. It'd be an interesting enough night without any excess of influence. And if he was forced to admit it, Nemcatacoa would agree.
It was going to be hilarious.
And then the gifts were thrown. Beads, masks, doubloons, toys, trinkets. Nemcatacoa grinned wider as he watched them fall into the eager hands of citizens already becoming lost to the citywide hedonistic insanity. Things would start getting interesting soon.
A tall and thin man stopped next to him, his face obscured by a purple and green Comedy mask. He leaned down, whispering in Nemcatacoa's ear, and Nemcatacoa laughed. Then he nodded. "We've just started. Give it an hour, then tell them to begin."
The Masked Man laughed himself, a high pitched giggle that would've unsettled the people around them. Had any of them been paying attention. Then he straightened up and turned, slipping off into the crowd to tell their his kind it was almost time to go to work.
Nemcatacoa settled into a spot next to a streetlamp, and grinned to himself, turning his attention back to the parade and the people around it. Yes, this would be one for the books.
Now they couldn't say they'd never been given anything.