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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[suddenlysirius]

Sirius had forgone the standard black-tie look (by leaving off the black tie), opting for an air of rakishly good-looking, devil-may-care-yet-fashionably-sensitive. That, and he wasn't sure exactly how to tie the bow without one side appearing more lopsided than the other. Twenty-something wizards don't get a lot of experience with that sort of thing, don't you know.

He left the top button undone, tousled his hair to achieve that windswept look, and chose one of the masks on offer to compliment his handsome features.

Sirius Black had his good qualities. Lack of arrogance was not one of them. Not yet, anyhow.

Seeing no one he knew (which amounted to precisely two people), he took a couple of champagne flutes from a passing server and approached the nearest female. Standard operating procedure.

"I thought you could use another." He gave her what he imagined was a winning smile.

[thegooddrjones]

The party seemed rather larger than it actually was for some reason. It seemed like there were more people around, it felt crowded even though at the moment it certainly didn't seem to be. For a moment she was distracted before the man stood before her and offered a smile. She didn't know him, and he didn't seem at all familiar to her, but Martha was discovering that in Peaksville, that really didn't mean a whole lot.

She returned the smile to him with one of her own, and the flute was raised a bit. "Thank you, love, but I've just got one." After the late night she'd had the night before, Martha was of the mind that drinking heavily would result in nothing more than her in a corner somewhere rather asleep well before the evening's festivities had actually begun.

However, there was no point in being rude. She placed the nearly full flute on a near by table and then took his with a smile. Offering a quick smile, she extended her hand. "I'm Martha."

[suddenlysirius]

He reached to take her hand before her introduction sank in fully. He hesitated - only a momentary lapse, hardly noticeable, really - then took her hand and decided to fall fully into the swing of things by lightly kissing it.

This woman was the one calling him a wanker and defending Snape? Martha was not what he had expected. He was a little glad to have the mask somewhat hiding his identity. It would be nice to have a conversation without being judged by whatever that git had been telling people.

"Well, Martha, it's good to know Mr. West knows how to 'create' beautiful women," he said, his grin broadening somewhat. "Enjoying yourself?"

[thegooddrjones]

When he kissed her hand, Martha chuckled in a good natured way. She hadn't expected him to do that. It was funny, how people were slipping into the roles that West's little party wanted them to slip into. Martha hadn't noticed the way he lapsed, because her attention wasn't entirely focused on him. Well, it was but she was wondering if he was someone she'd met and thought had left.

The fact that it might have been Sirius Black was not even thought of.

She coloured sightly when he said that West knew how to create beautiful women. "Well, I think you for the compliment. And yes I am. It's lovely, but I keep expecting the other shoe to drop." Martha Jones remembered Christmas and the presents that they had received.

Sirius Black, Open

[suddenlysirius]

After his conversation with Martha Jones, Sirius was feeling more than a little off-kilter. He wasn't sure he wanted to try and consider the information presented about the future. He hadn't been lying to Martha; people were disappearing, and people were dying, and everyone - everyone - was afraid. He didn't want to hear anything else about how Snape was different. Sirius Black was trapped here while his friends back in the real world were facing whatever the future held for them, and Snape was one of the people causing that uncertainty and fear

[smilesnbracers]

Jack hadn't done too much since arriving in Peaksville except watch and think. It had become apparent from his first night when Martha gave him and the Doctor a shakedown of what was going on, that there was definitely something weird going on. Not the weirdest thing he'd ever experienced, but still strange. He certainly didn't like the idea that he couldn't leave, but that really didn't mean it was permanent. Hell, the Doctor managed to take down the Master and reverse time, that had to be harder than getting them out of 1950's suburban America

[suddenlysirius]

Sirius' conversation with Martha still had him somewhat flustered. His thoughts were still on her warning to him, and her declaration that Snape - Snape, of all people - had helped bring Voldemort down. That brush with his own future was so unsettling to him that when Jack struck up a conversation with him, he had to take a moment to make sense of what he was being asked. He eyed Jack's smile with the air of someone who senses competition rather than potential. He knew himself well enough to recognize some of his own qualities in others, and "be charming" was number seventy-five in the Sirius Black playbook.

He glanced around at the decorations, then replied, "Oh. This. Er - West made some announcement last night. People just..." How to explain that he'd felt a compulsion to put on a suit and mask and come here? It sounded like he'd been under the effects of the Imperius Curse, though he was pretty sure that wasn't the case. But apparently, he hadn't been the only one

[smilesnbracers]

Jack's smile narrowed to a smirk, but his eyes showed his more thoughtful side. This kid was jumpy. Too jumpy for a party. Jack had obviously startled the guy despite being the one on the receiving end of the bump.

"So this is what West was on about," Jack said thoughtfully. He'd figured as much, but still, the whole place was just a little off and despite what the guy on the television said, he was starting to think that it was a better idea not to take anything West said at face value. That was usually a good rule of thumb with megalomaniacs.

Jack shook the man's hand when it was offered, though after he'd heard that name, his pleasant demeanor became frozen on his face. Another one? he thought. Well, he's still cute, though probably too young. He shrugged to himself. "Good to meet you Sirius," he said, sounding only slightly strained. He just needed to convince himself that this was no different than meeting any other alien, and keep his eye out to make sure he wasn't just one of West's spies.

[manipulatvebtch]

When Wilson had woken up that morning, he'd felt like a new man, though he suspected that this was something he'd done before. He only had a foggy memory concerning pie and the kitchen at the boarding house, but the specifics weren't really necessary. It was the feelings he remembered clearly, and that was the important part, right? And waking up next to House had certainly helped in that department

[house_onthehill]

Greg snoozed through Wilson's little mask withdrawal charade so when he heard the shuffling, he opened one eye out of habit. Oh right, Blind. "What are you doing?" that was a groan of disdain and 'Round 2 please' if there ever was one. "Aw, it's the party."

[manipulatvebtch]

Wilson jumped slightly when House spoke. He'd been so concentrated on getting ready for the party that he hadn't noticed that House was awake. He smiled and looked over at the man. God, he was gorgeous in the morning. Momentarily leaving his position at the closet, he went back over to the bed and sat down next to House, leaning in to kiss him somewhat chastely on the mouth.

"Yes, the party. There's a couple of tuxes in the closet, probably courtesy of West," he said, not sure how to feel about that. He really felt like dressing up, but right now anything to do with West scared him a bit.

[house_onthehill]

"West can go eat a-" Whhoops thinking out loud, not expected, "Insert penis euphemism here." Tuxedoes are not fun for the man used to a clean shirt fished out of the floor and jeans older than his cane. In fact, he doesn't want to go, even when Wilson's kisses try to persuade him.

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

[alec_hardison]

Martha had managed to make Hardison part ways with his blank mask. That day had been a fantastic distraction to his woes. They never found a suitable mask but he was smitten seeing Martha in hers. All of Peaksville seemed happy for once. Even with the great losses they all suffered in the community

[ifthegluesticks]

Ziva had not intended to go to any parties. She found nothing to celebrate in this place, particularly not in her current state

I'm in ur thread! Muwahahahahaha!

[smilesnbracers]

Since making his way away from the questions of future grandeur Sirius and James had been asking, Jack had been wandering around the party, feeling content to blend perhaps for the first time ever. It wasn't until he was on his own that he'd noticed that he wasn't wearing his typical collared shirt and suspenders, but rather a simple but elegant tuxedo. He'd also put on the mask, which he was sure was something he'd decided not to do. Normally this kind of anomaly would send him into action, trying to figure out what was going on

THREAD JACK-ED...pun intended! :-P

[alec_hardison]

Tsjaikovsky's sixth symphony had infiltrated the easy melody Hardison had started with. The mask was supposed to have an intoxicating affect yet it seemed to enhance his sadness. He was only a few minutes in before realizing that the beautiful brunette was speaking to him when another gent mirrored her words.

"Thanks," he immediately said while pulling the instrument out of position. Alec looked immediately apologetic. "Sorry. Didn't mean to bring down the party. It...uh...just got away from me. I can take a request to make up for it." The final statement sounded more like a question.

"Well, I mean I can try if they're any takers."

His brow raised slightly as he looked between the two, a slight hint of hope shining through what had been somber eyes.