Halloween Masquerade Ball

[rapturescreed]

Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

The Community Center has been transformed into a sophisticated autumn dance hall, with bits of Halloween decorations around the room. When the door opens, you find yourself in the hall before the main room, someone ready to take your coat, if you have one, and another ready to give out bracelets. That way no one who shouldn't be drinking won't be able to.



The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet



And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.



Last call for food is two hours before sirens, and then the last call for drinks is an hour before the party finishes. You might want to be careful when it gets to be that time, though. Around 1:00 am, the party is going to change, due to a series of unfortunate events. You may not be very hungry or thirsty for awhile after.

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[mouthbreathing]

[Warsman still can't quite believe he's even here; he thought he'd already made his mind up and decided to go out on patrol instead, but here he is in silver armor, eyes glowing a soft red through the slots of his visor. The idea of wearing a second mask over his own had been oddly jarring; a helmet seemed a good compromise. And maybe the costume helped his decision, just a little- maybe he was thinking of someone specific when he picked it out, and maybe he's still thinking about what that person would have told him to do. Robin would have badgered him into a suit instead, of course, but this is close enough.

Even so, not even Robin's imaginary influence is quite enough to get Warsman out among the dancing guests, as much as the idea of joining appeals in a quiet, wistful sort of way. He's happy to hover on the outskirts of the floor, drink in hand- just the one, but he's never been able to turn down a screwdriver- as he watches the parade of costumes swirl and spin past in a glittering wheel of colour and lights. Maybe he might even recognise a few people under those masks.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He approaches Warsman quietly and calmly, working to not betray his presence. The guy was wearing an oddly fitting costume, he had to admit. From what he'd seen and talked to him about, he did seem to be the knightly sort. He places a hand on his shoulder. His mask the first thing visible. Followed shortly after by the rest of the costume. ]

Excuse me, sir. There seems to be a problem.

[He did his best to hide his voice]

[mouthbreathing]

[It was a small miracle the owner of the hand that suddenly found itself clapped to Warsman's shoulder didn't end up with four iron claws through their face- if he hadn't managed to talk himself off-duty before coming here that would have been the only possible outcome.

As things stand, though, Warsman damn near jumps three feet in the air before whipping around, eyes wide behind the metal slats- and widening further when they finally focus on the mask and indeed the body of his surprise visitor.]

A problem? [He sounds too startled to question things any further, almost docile- he's worrying that he's somehow gotten himself into a fight. In the ring, yes. At a party? He'd overheat from embarrassment.] What do you mean?

[the_dead_pool2]

Deadpool was glad this mask was better at concealing his emotions, as he had to make a face to prevent himself from laughing, and was able to straighten up after a pause. He'd do a reveal in a second or so, but for now, he would keep up the charade.

"Yes. It has to do with your behaviour."

[mouthbreathing]

[His behaviour? Warsman stares dully back for a moment, a little dumbfounded, but when he speaks he sounds more defensive than confused.]

What... have I done wrong? I've been standing out of the way the whole time I've been here!