Masquerade, paper faces on parade

[thegooddrjones]

Who: Martha, pretty much everyone else in Peaksville
What: The Masquerade Party
When: Day 53, "evening"
Warnings: Will change when applicable.
Notes: Everyone jump in, thread jack, start your own thread, all that stuff. For those who didn't get masks or who got crappy ones? The standard assortment of masks are on a table for you to grab one or

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For all those wondering, Fiona's sack mask makes her look like Deb Morgan. :D

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona had locked her self in her room the night before when she'd first put on her mask. She'd been debating on the merits of putting a sack over her head willingly since she found the thing, but with each passing minute, it had been calling to her.

It didn't help that Michael had disappeared. Not that she couldn't get by without him, she'd done it before when he'd first disappeared from her life, back in Ireland. It didn't mean she had to like it and she really could've used him for some support, especially after she put on the mask and looked in the mirror

Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive... :P

[derek_morgan]

As if the suit hadn't been snazzy enough the day before, Derek was decked out in a tuxedo that could put James Bond to shame. His simple black mask complimented the ensemble perfectly. He felt euphoric. Invincible. Not a care in the world. It had yet to register that he forever altered his close friendship. Neither did he feel any strife with his betrothed

Re: Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive... :P

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona stood eyeing the table with masks on it as she sipped her drink. It probably looked a bit out of place that she wasn't obviously wearing a mask, but she didn't think it was a good idea, somehow, to go double duty with these things. Just to try and blend in, she grabbed a plain white mask and held it, so that at least she had one. Hopefully it was the kind that the woman she looked like had. If not, well, it wouldn't be the first time Fiona had to do some fast talking

[derek_morgan]

While the kiss was nice, it hadn't been reciprocated the way she had the day prior. Her greeting was not typical of Debra Morgan. She smiled what appeared to be a genuine grin yet something was definitely off. There could only be one explanation: she wasn't wearing her mask. Derek observed her curiously with a wide and borderline 'happy with himself' smile

[fucktonofcoffee]

Debra Morgan had come back from the restroom and found her husband missing. She hadn't expected to find him missing after she'd gone through all the trouble of telling him that she'd be right back, but that was beside the point. The bathroom door in the bar had locked behind her, and she'd had a fucking hell of a time getting the hell out of there, and it was only a good kick that had finally made the door open. Oh, and it had sent her fucking tumbling down into the wooden food and she'd skinned her hand before she'd gone home and gone to fucking bed

[irish_bombshell]

It was really amazing how much you could find out about people when they think they know you. In a matter of seconds Fiona knew that this very handsome man was a great kisser, was living with the person he thought she was and was... hold up, married

[derek_morgan]

The locked eyes was broken by a familiar voice calling from behind. Deb. There was finally a reason to quit smiling, even with the mask on. His brow furrowed behind the item but could be discerned by looking at his eyes. Words evaded him. He swallowed thickly and looked between both women, completely unable to tell them apart. While the one he kissed most certainly sounded like the Debra Morgan he knew and loved, the other stared with very familiar eyes.

Everything that happened with Emily hadn't even made him flinch. This, however, left a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach. Derek didn't feel hate or anger but sensed something was wrong. He couldn't remember West specifically and all the tricks the man had put him through. Hints of it began to seep through. The trio of Morgans stood staring at each other like a bizarre Mexican standoff.

"What the hell is this?" he finally asked. Not even the mask could subdue his feelings of mistrust. Derek panned back and forth, visibly defensive yet standing firmly between both women.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck no this bitch didn't. There was no fucking way that the bitch had just gone and done the stupid thing that she had started to do. Deb's jaw set quickly, her entire body becoming completely molded out of steel forged in anger. This fucking stupid bitch. Her eyes narrowed behind the mask and the perfectly applied make up, and she quickly took a step forward, the balance already altered by her aggressive stance becoming even more off balance based on the additional inches the giant stupid strapey heels gave her

[irish_bombshell]

It was at this point that Fiona realized that hey, she didn't actually do anything wrong. She put on her mask the way everyone else apparently had and she hadn't started the kiss. She was just having a little fun at this freak who came flying out of nowhere at her in a rage.

"Spunky, aren't we," she said, smirking playfully. Fiona crossed her arms across her chest, looking completely comfortable in her own heels. She laughed outright at the threat. "Oh please, I'd love to see you try. You'd probably fall over before you could even swing, honey."

Fiona briefly considered explaining it was just the mask she got and that really, nothing had happened. She wouldn't have said anything at all if this chick hadn't freaked the hell out. Maybe they didn't understand how things worked around here, but honestly, could the woman not see one of West's tricks when it jumped up and bit her in the husband?

[derek_morgan]

It rapidly became clear who the real Debra Morgan was. The women he wrongly kissed was dangerously feisty. Derek returned to being amused once the confusion subsided. "Now, Babe...Last time you went and hit somebody, it didn't work out too good for either of us." He wrapped his left hand around her waist and held up his bandaged right to remind her.

In the lax state of mind, he didn't remember the details but there was a hazy thought of Deb clocking him and her socking West. "Let the freak show have her fun. This is a party. You look way too sexy tonight to throw down." Derek held no tease in his voice. He leaned his forehead against hers and wrapped both arms around her.

Derek swayed slowly and held not a care in the world as he gazed at his assigned partner. She really did look wonderful that evening. Never mind that he kissed the wrong version. He leaned in and attempted to correct his wrong.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Oh hell no, this bitch had gone and added fire to the flames. Deb was attempting really hard not to give into how good the anger in her felt. It did feel good; warm and bright in her veins; the feeling of fighting had come dangerously close to feeling how good fucking was. Some part of Debra Morgan's brain, the small part that occasionally told her to calm the fuck down, warned her about this fact

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona was actively trying not to laugh. She hadn't had this much fun in ages! Probably because she hadn't met anyone this easy to rile up in a long time, and that's really saying something, considering her line of work. She actually felt bad for her husband. People had called her crazy in the past, just because she liked to blow up bad guys, but she'd never flown off the handle like this chick before.

Then again, she'd never come across someone who looked like herself making out with Michael.

She shrugged to herself and watched the other two interact. It was always interesting to watch young love... well that and she still expected Mrs. Crazypants to attack her at any moment, even if she did seem to be much calmer now.

"Well, isn't this sweet. Guess Taming of the Shrew was based on a true story." She didn't quite know why she was taunting her, but it sure was fun. She hadn't had a real fight in too long.

[derek_morgan]

It was strange hearing Deb behind him while kissing her. Or maybe it was hearing Deb manage whole sentences without expletives. Granted, the snark was a lot like original Debra Morgan. Derek couldn't help but smirk into the kiss. His arms remained snug around the one kissing him as he broke the contact

[fucktonofcoffee]

Deb didn't break the kiss while Fiona attempted to rile her up again. She had what she wanted: her husband's arms around her, and everything else didn't even really matter. For a moment she didn't say anything, and she let her fingers do the talking. Well, in this case she gave the tramp the one fingered salute.

Fuck that girl.

She tutted when he said that someone was jealous. Of course she was jealous, after all she'd always been the jealous type. For Deb, most of the time attention equaled love. She'd spent a good portion of her life being ignored and wanting attention and now she fucking had that and wanted to keep it snug as a bug in her arms. She wrapped her arm more tightly around him, because Derek Morgan was definitely a prize in her eyes.

"Let's dance," she added, wanting to get away from Fiona as quickly as she possibly could.

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona laughed outright at the jealous comment. "Sounds more like you trying to get some creepy threesome action," she said blatantly. If there was one thing that Fiona knew, besides guns and explosives, it was men and when men told a woman they were jealous, it always had to do with sex.

"I like you," she directed to Deb. "A bit crass for a lady, but definitely a respectable set of balls. I can definitely see who wears the pants in that relationship." She chuckled, but was quickly becoming bored with the scene. She looked around trying to see if there was anyone else she could mess with, maybe Eric. Now that would be a good time.

[derek_morgan]

Derek had no way of knowing what went on behind his back but knew, even in his intoxicated mask state, that getting the original Debra Morgan away from the faux version was a good idea. The comment about a threesome was intriguing if there was a chance in hell the original article would be interested. Not even the mask could get him to believe that one.

He laughed off the comment about who wore the pants. "You're sadly mistaken, Sweetheart. When the two of us are together, nobody wears much of anything." Derek winked at the Deb in his arms as he walked her carefully backward toward the dance floor. "Ain't that right, Baby?"

The mask was a beautiful thing. Everything was beautiful. The music. The people walking around. The scenery. The one wearing the matching wedding band in his arms. Derek would gladly slip away for sex but he wasn't staring with solely wanting eyes. There was a relaxed expression of genuine affection and enjoyment that outweighed a drive for carnal pleasures. However, it wouldn't take much to stoke those embers.