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

[p3rebel]

[Phoebe eyes him somewhat skeptically]

Sparkly? I dunno about that... but vodka's always a safe bet, right?

[She grins more openly. He IS cute.]

I'm Phoebe.

[psychopath]

[He picks out two shotglasses of the stuff and hands one to her.]

Beautiful name for such a spunky lady, I like it. I'm Jack.

[aaaand if she'll allow him he'd just be...taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, yep.]

[p3rebel]

[She laughs a little as he kisses her hand]

And a true gentleman, I see. Bottoms up?

[She means the shot. It's already raised to her lips and she's ready to down it.]

[psychopath]

As the lady says.

[He grins, cheekily, downing the shot in one breath as she does. He makes a face afterwards.]

Oh, that burned going down, goodness.

[p3rebel]

[She laughs at that]

Have you never had vodka before or something? Maybe you'd be better off with wine?

[psychopath]

Ah, well, I'm mostly used to wine at balls like this. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm drinking if it isn't some sort of wine. [he laughs wryly.]

You seem like you're used to it?

[p3rebel]

I'm not exactly the classy type...this is my first ball, actually. But wine is good. I don't really know the difference though. My sister's better. She's a chef, y'know. Back home, anyways...

[psychopath]

Goodness, really? This is...I've lost track of which ball it is, all those noble prats.

[he grins.] That sounds lovely, what about you? Settled into the Port yet?

[p3rebel]

You're a noble?

[Hey cool. She's never met one of those before.]

Me? Nah... I don't have a job. My sister's here though - not the one who's a chef. Prue.

[Does Phoebe look happy about that? It's debatable - she and Prue have a prickly relationship] I think I'm gonna be needing a job, though. They'll be kicking me out of that starter flat soon.

[psychopath]

Ah, yes, but just a third-class house, nothing to write home about.

[he's leaving out the part that he'd practically become a legend among noblemen....]

Perhaps I could help point you somewhere? What did you work as, back home?

[p3rebel]

Hey, in America? They'd love you. Houses and all that. Especially New York.

Jobs? [She laughs] Oh you know? Bit of this, bit of that. I've done - let's see. Well, I was Prue's assistant. Estate agent secretary, a psychic in a hotel... you know.

[Okay, she has no qualifications for anything, and not a great deal of dedication to her jobs. Chuck in demons attacking and her visions going awry and it makes for holding a long term job hard work.]

[psychopath]

[what are even those places. Jack stares at her, trying to remember what sort of places those were, but then something catches his interest.]

A psychic? The sort that reads minds? Or the sort that sees through time?

[p3rebel]

Uh yeah... I can see things. The future. The past.

[And it doesn't matter telling people here because most people have powers, right?]

'Course, it changes all the time. I mean - if my future came true, I'd be dead right now, and Prue would be blonde.

[And that's putting a light spin on her awful, awful premonition]

[psychopath]

You seem so cheerful for someone who lives with such an affliction.

[the smile fades, slightly, replaced by a contemplative expression. well, she did, and seeing your own death seems like it would have broken a lesser man.]

[p3rebel]

Affliction? No - no, it isn't an affliction. It's a gift. I mean, personally, I would have gone for an active power, but it's still... it's magic.

[Seen, experienced... learning her lesson]

[psychopath]

My apologies, Lady Phoebe. [So she'd accepted her power, then? Interesting. She seemed like she'd a lot of experience dealing with magic.]

I wish I could do magic, it seems really amazing! Unfortunately, I've no aptitude for it, none at all, at least back home.

[p3rebel]

Just Phoebe is fine. Shouldn't it be me calling you 'Lord'?

[She won't be doing that, though.]

You don't have a power here? I was told everyone had a power.

[psychopath]

Oh, I'm not 'Lord' enough to be stuck-up as one of them, please, just Jack.

[He shrugs.]

Not everyone has a power. Some Newcomers don't.

[p3rebel]

Oh.

[Well.There's for not being informed properly.]

Do you work for these people, Jack?

[psychopath]

[he smiles at her, winningly. ask more specific questions, phoebs; jack worked for AGI, not xino mao.]

Oh, no, goodness. I was just invited. Were you looking to?

[p3rebel]

NO! Do you know what these companies do? AGI and SERO? I would never join.

My sister works for AGI though.