Paper Faces on Parade....

[so_many_moods]

[You are at a party. The main hall is extremely ostentatious looking. Rich silk carpets are lush underfoot, and elaborately carved pillars reach towards the domed ceiling and the tremendous chandelier that hangs above. Private sitting areas ring the dance floor, so that the guests can sit back, relax, and perhaps have a drink or three in between

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[ratherbefeared]

[Dancing alone to the steady, sexual beat of the music is a masked winged figure who looks… well… demonic.

If she really must be around humans, masquerade parties are one of Demona’s favorite types of events. For one thing, she doesn’t have to worry about being revealed to be a ‘monster.’ And while she really could go to such things wearing her usual loincloth and halter outfit, it seems …unsporting. So her costume is playing up to her name. She’s covered her blue skin- wings, tail and all- completely in red body paint, and her black corset panty-combo and garters reveal just about all of her curves. Her full face mask bears twin black curved horns which lean slightly back against red hair so high and wispy it would do an 80s rock star proud.

The music increases in tempo, and Demona grins. Every movement of her hips is a challenge.]

[theschmotone]

[Someone chooses to accept the challenge. Dimo strides up to the winged figure, his teeth bared as he circles her, then dances steadily closer. His mask is a blue leather that's almost black, and covers his entire face with the exception of his mouth. Its edges are tattered and ragged, and it matches the tight leather pants and biker jacket that are his only other clothing.]

[ratherbefeared]

[If Demona notices her new dance partner at all, she does not outwardly show it. If anything, her dancing becomes even more wild and almost frantic, dancing as if she's the only person in the world.

After a few moments of this, her masked face turns towards the blue-garbed stranger. Her lips, the only visible part of her face, curl upwards in a smirk.]

Lovely mask.

[theschmotone]

[Dimo growls, and nods his head in time to the music as he dances. He's not an especially good dancer, but the enthusiasm makes up for some of it. He gives Demona a lopsided leer.]

Nize costume.

[theschmotone]

[The Jager flashes a wicked grin and dances to the music. He's wearing a deep blue-black leather mask with ragged edges, as well as tight black leather pants and a well-weathered biker jacket. No, there's no hat. It's not that kind of party, after all.]

[a_perfect_peach]

A tall young man stands in the corner by himself. Pfirsich has had his doubts about the party, but in the end has decided to attend, dressed as a member of the court of Louis XVI. The coat and breeches are green, with a pale rose-colored waistcoat, and his tricorn hat is bedecked with ostrich feathers. His mask is simple and black.

Should he join the dancing, or stay where he is? Perhaps he shouldn't have come at all...]

[the_tank_girl]

[She dances on top of a table, not really caring who sees her. Tank Girl's having a grand time, and isn't afraid to show it. She's shirtless and almost pantsless, sans a pair of short-shorts and electrical tape crisscrossed over her nipples. The only other things she's got on are a pair of knee-high army boots and a gas mask.]

Fuck yeah! Now this is an ace sort of party!