Festival; the Masque.

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Location: Main Theatre/Auditorium
Time: Starting at 8:00 PM on the 1st of August.
Status: Open to everyone attending the Masque.
Requirements: Attend in clothing that isn't from your country.
Other: None.

Comments

[glacialreign]

[Here is Persephone, standing a little awkwardly with her mountain girl Heidi outfit on. She feels slightly ridiculous wearing it, but well, what could she do? Rules were rules.]

[pursuemyheart]

[Speaking of ridiculous!

Along comes Mark, dressed to the fives rather than the nines, looking totally neat in lederhosen and a William Tell hate knocked jauntily to one side. He holds out an arm to her.]

Hey Nerissa. How're you?

[glacialreign]

[Manages a small, hesitant smile before taking his arm]

Are you sure this is a good idea?

[pursuemyheart]

I thought it might make you feel better...hey, they have punch!

[phlogisticate]

[Here's Myra, leaning against the wall, looking through the text messages on her mobile phone and wishing pretty obviously she was somewhere else.

BAAH. KIDS.]

[desertchaos]

[Here's a Seth, leaning against the wall nearby with a water, watching everybody. He isn't wearing anything particularly fancy, but, then again, he doesn't own any costumes, really. BUT as a sort of tribute to his pact, he's wearing a black kimono, hakama, and black hori, though he feels a little silly wearing it. (Just don't ask where he got it. The mun doesn't even know.)

It takes him a minute before he realizes that Myra's standing right over there and he's very, very slowly inching away from her and praying she doesn't notice him. He'd rather observe quietly from a corner. Alone.]

[phlogisticate]

[She notices him inching away out of the corner of her eye and, sharklike, senses his want to be alone.

Well, guess who is just sadistic enough to shake off the hangover and go inflict herself on him? She snaps the phone shut and glides over.]

SETHY! I can call you Sethy right? Hi, how're ya?

[desertchaos]

[Seth would totally facepalm if he wasn't so focused on keeping his nice, happy demeanor up. So she gets a forced smile instead.]

No, you cannot, Doctor Lethe.

[please just let me go to my corner in peace?]

[nil_peros]

[And here's a Nathan, looking absolutely dashing in his Spanish military outfit, and sparkling as though he were an extra Lira.]

[rhymetoriddling]

[Having briefly left her date's side (she refuses to be ditched!), Umeka returns with a couple glasses of punch. Her Bohemian outfit looks quite ridiculous on her and, as she's elected to try out her contact lenses instead of glasses, her squinting doesn't help matter. She wonders why contacts make everything brighter and takes a sip of her punch. It tastes funny, but she's not a drinker and wouldn't be able to pinpoint exactly why.

Smiling up at Nathan and trying to stop squinting, she hands him the other cup.]

Senor~ Por tu. [go go failspanish]

[nil_peros]

Why, thank you, Umeka! I'm really glad I asked you, you look beautiful.

[He takes a sip of punch and then downs it, giving the glass a funny look after. Oh well, spiked or not, he's here to celebrate, right? Now isn't the time to conduct an investigation into spiked punch on Order soil.]

May I take your hand, señorita~?

[rhymetoriddling]

Oh. Thank you. [a c-compliment from someone she's not related to? Umeka is ready to keel over and die happy. She hides her tomato red blush with her cup as she takes another sip.]

Ole! [not quite sure if that's applicable, she carefully sets her hand in his.]

[holy crap she is going to dance with her date!]

[buryfear]

[Adair is dressed as a Japanese schoolboy, and very much enjoying the punch. Though, he's sipping it rather than drinking it straight down.]

Wow...what's in this stuff?

[lorenfold]

[Way way before everyone above, here Lorenzo was slipping into the ball with a smile to the greeters in a regular suit and tie (he had nothing else since he hadn't intended on coming here in the first place).

Worst of all was feeling the cool bottle sloshing alcohol around in his jacket that he was smuggling in.

Insert dubious look at his cousin when no one else was looking. How had he gotten himself talked into this again?]

[viduifical]

[Because you are the best slave ever.

Tito greets him with a smile, looking odd and slightly out of place in his yukata.]

There you are!

[lorenfold]

[Not so sure about that.

Looks Tito up and down in the yukata. It figures, really. But he's still got that dubious look in his expression]

I came right on time.

[points out]

[viduifical]

[Throws an arm around him.]

Hey buddy! What's with the long face, huh?