Masquerade!
Who: Morpheus, Elaine Belloc and YOU!
When: 29th-30th (starts around 6PM ends after the morning sirens).
Where: The Lux, Sector 3.
Summary: A Maker and an embodiment of Dreams invite the island into a seasonal Masquerade.
Warnings/Notes: Post your character own thread with the subjectline specifying places/time/any warnings, please! I feel if I do individual threads of places, those would get harder to keep up. Remember to keep it clean fun, because Elaine will interfere if someone is getting hurt. Mod the npcs at your leisure.
The description is in second person to get a fail general Sandmanish vibe. Your characters can obviously describe anything from their own perspective! They can access the second floor balconies, but the rooms will be sealed (Adam, Sam and whoever stays with Elaine in the Lux can come and go as they please, though). I think that's all. Read the ooc masq description for more details.
The Lux looks the same as always when you arrive; more lively, with a longer line of people, waiting to be allowed inside. The bouncers hulkier and they hold a pair of sizable muzzled wolves with their leashes. They are sedate for the most part, but occasionally they will howl and growl at people. Those people are not allowed inside.
They are bad news.
You wait and wait until the line cuts before you and you slip past the front door. At your left, there's the coatroom where a bandaged man politely asks for your coat. It's strangely silent for a party. The only noises in the air are made by the guests and the staff. And when you finally step forward you notice more gates in front of you. Large ones that look made of gold and gemstones. You might notice they are new if you ever visited the Lux before. Guarding these doors, there is a pale man and a woman greet you.
"Welcome," they say and they laugh sinisterly, "enter freely and for your own will."
They open the doors for you to a place that no longer looks like the Lux. It looks wider on the inside, with high balconies and an opulently decorated ballroom illuminated by floating candles.
And the music hits when you join the party. The tables are positioned far from the dancefloor, the personnel comes to serve the guests food, while others are dedicated to experiment with people's special requests with cackling glee.
At the back there is a stage with a phantasmal orchestra, formed by false haunts and a banshee. She sings an alluring tune without shrillness for all.
Under the shade of the stage, there is a large table -- your hosts are sitting on the middle of it. Elaine Belloc is as unrecognizable as the Lux. She wears no mask, but her body glows radiantly and resembles the vague outline of a young woman that contains the outer space filled with stars, planets and twirling nebulae. Morpheus is also unmasked, though his face is occasionally obscured by rising tendrils of living smoke, his body clothed in translucent veils of the stuff; billowing and drifting about his form like a pale, amorphous cloak that revealed as much as it shrouded.
"Tonight is a chance to look your fears boldly in the face...and laugh. If only just a little," he says. Probably to you. Maybe to someone else.
"I hope you enjoy yourselves," Elaine wishes warmly. A crosses her ethereal features as she smiles -- at you and everyone.
Wherever you are, you can hear their greeting.
When: 29th-30th (starts around 6PM ends after the morning sirens).
Where: The Lux, Sector 3.
Summary: A Maker and an embodiment of Dreams invite the island into a seasonal Masquerade.
Warnings/Notes: Post your character own thread with the subjectline specifying places/time/any warnings, please! I feel if I do individual threads of places, those would get harder to keep up. Remember to keep it clean fun, because Elaine will interfere if someone is getting hurt. Mod the npcs at your leisure.
The description is in second person to get a fail general Sandmanish vibe. Your characters can obviously describe anything from their own perspective! They can access the second floor balconies, but the rooms will be sealed (Adam, Sam and whoever stays with Elaine in the Lux can come and go as they please, though). I think that's all. Read the ooc masq description for more details.
The Lux looks the same as always when you arrive; more lively, with a longer line of people, waiting to be allowed inside. The bouncers hulkier and they hold a pair of sizable muzzled wolves with their leashes. They are sedate for the most part, but occasionally they will howl and growl at people. Those people are not allowed inside.
They are bad news.
You wait and wait until the line cuts before you and you slip past the front door. At your left, there's the coatroom where a bandaged man politely asks for your coat. It's strangely silent for a party. The only noises in the air are made by the guests and the staff. And when you finally step forward you notice more gates in front of you. Large ones that look made of gold and gemstones. You might notice they are new if you ever visited the Lux before. Guarding these doors, there is a pale man and a woman greet you.
"Welcome," they say and they laugh sinisterly, "enter freely and for your own will."
They open the doors for you to a place that no longer looks like the Lux. It looks wider on the inside, with high balconies and an opulently decorated ballroom illuminated by floating candles.
And the music hits when you join the party. The tables are positioned far from the dancefloor, the personnel comes to serve the guests food, while others are dedicated to experiment with people's special requests with cackling glee.
At the back there is a stage with a phantasmal orchestra, formed by false haunts and a banshee. She sings an alluring tune without shrillness for all.
Under the shade of the stage, there is a large table -- your hosts are sitting on the middle of it. Elaine Belloc is as unrecognizable as the Lux. She wears no mask, but her body glows radiantly and resembles the vague outline of a young woman that contains the outer space filled with stars, planets and twirling nebulae. Morpheus is also unmasked, though his face is occasionally obscured by rising tendrils of living smoke, his body clothed in translucent veils of the stuff; billowing and drifting about his form like a pale, amorphous cloak that revealed as much as it shrouded.
"Tonight is a chance to look your fears boldly in the face...and laugh. If only just a little," he says. Probably to you. Maybe to someone else.
"I hope you enjoy yourselves," Elaine wishes warmly. A crosses her ethereal features as she smiles -- at you and everyone.
Wherever you are, you can hear their greeting.