One Night Only

[edge_of_nothing]

Who: OPEN TO EVERYONE because of Julian
When: October 30th, 2012
Where: The Xino E. Mao Corp building
Summary: MASQUERAAADE: A costume party of the swanky kind! Yay!
Warnings: None...?
Notes: Forward-dating so there's more time to tag in. Action and prose are both okay! ALSO: tag yourself in on the log!

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Halloween doesn't just belong to the young and young-at-heart. Candy isn't hard to come by. So why not spend some time partying it up?

Thanks to a mistake and Network spam sent via Julian, Xino E. Mao has been dressed up for precisely that line of thinking. Thanks to Xigbar's quick fixes (i.e. connections and a few spells for the occasion), the rooms reserved for special events have been opened up for the masquerade. Yes, masquerade. All are expected to dress in costumes that aren't corny.

The lighting is dim, overlaying fitting decorations which fulfill the eerie ambiance necessary for such a Hallowed Night. These are far from cheesy store-bought decorations, of course. It's stylish and...alive. Why yes, those are Heartless Shadows creeping along the walls.

Don't get too caught up staring at the details – the details will stare back at you.

To all who enter here: enjoy.

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Comments

[reassures]

[There is a young woman watching you from behind her own mask, Jack, though she does well to make it seem like it's simple curiosity at the odd things he's doing. Really, she wants to see if those shadows are going to react to him doing something.

After a moment of watching though, she steps over, gloved fingers lightly tapping his arm. While she's suspicious of everyone here, she's not sure this is exactly the reaction an AGI employee would have, and her concern gets the better of her.]

[psychopath]

[jack startles -or appears to startle - and he very nearly whirls around to face her, eyes wide behind his mask. He breathes a sigh of relief once he sees it's a who, not a what, there.]

Oh, hello! [he doesn't quite recognize her.] Fancy sort of place, isn't it, milady?

[reassures]

[Appears to? You shouldn't try to fool a telepath, Jack. Even one that only really listens to surface thoughts. Still, Nill smiles slightly at him, pulling her hand back to herself. Attempting to be reassuring, to ease his apparent initial distress. The heels to her boots clack a little against the tile floor, and she straightens. She's dressed quite nicely, with ribbons in her hair to match her outfit. Not to mention the bat-like wings (which don't quite look real, but don't look obviously fake, either) that seem to be sprouting from her back.

She nods though, because she doesn't recognize him either, and small talk never hurts. Even if she was sort of lacking on the talking part. To make up for it, she peers past him, back where he'd been patting the curtains, and then at him again, obviously curious behind her mask. Did you see something interesting back there?]

[psychopath]

[well then, wouldn't that be interesting? nill would quickly find that sometimes jack's keen on observing things, even if he does look like the textbook example of a derp standing in the middle of a crowd.

The little lady seems like she's not up to talking, but Jack can work with that.]

Look at the shadows up there, [where curtain stretches towards ceiling; they fall where no law of physics should allow them to.] they're really odd. I suppose it's some sort of special effects, but they're in the curtains too!

[reassures]

[It's certainly interesting. He's a lot more calculating than he lets on, but Nill has known many people like that in the past. She doesn't think too much on it, now that she's listening. She'll just be careful.

Nill lifts her head though, looking up where he's gestured. ...She's not sure special effects work like that, Jack. She gives him a slightly unsure look, but otherwise doesn't try to tell him anything. She does reach out though, and give the curtains a little tug, just to see how well they're hung, or if maybe the shadows are actually keeping them up. ...she thinks it's probably a little of both.]

[psychopath]

[above the curtains, the shadows roil, and beetle-yellow eyes flicker in the mass. jack takes a step back, eyebrows raised.]

All...right, I don't think that's a good idea, milady.

[reassures]

[Ahh. Nill is fairly certain she recognizes those eyes. She peers up at them briefly, before turning her attention on Jack again. She smiles, as if he's being silly, but lets go of the curtains.

It's all about acting as if she doesn't know a thing. Sometimes it's better not to be taken seriously. Nill takes a step back as well, and holds her hands behind her back. If it'll make him feel better, she won't try it again.]