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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[moveslikestrider]

[At the dj station Dave works his magic, adjusting the music. As one track ends he brings the next one in. He sways to the beat, with the headphones fit snugly up against his mask giving the illusion that Anubis is one of the music talents for the party tonight.

Dave Strider smirks behind his mask, keeping an eye on the floor while he works his tables from memory. It takes a keen ear to notice when sounds don't match up or mesh. He has that ear.]

[symmachy]

[Scatty does not even care if he's up on some kind of podium or whatnot, just sort of appearing beside him to lean over and see what he's doing. Technology, man.]

You should play something classier.

[moveslikestrider]

[To his credit, Dave doesn't jump. While the music has him in its claws he is the creative arm that directs it.]

Who says modern music can't be classy? What do you have in mind?

[symmachy]

[Modern music is boring and soulless, she wants to say, but Scathach might be a little biased, considering she hasn't listened to the radio much since the eighties.]

Dean Martin.

[moveslikestrider]

[Oh the things he'd say to that. Especially while his hands, currently clawed work the tables.]

I'll have to discuss it with my com-padre in crime. But we do have a list of requests built up and a hey dudes what about slow dancing. How's it going by the way.

[symmachy]

[It would not be a good conversation, I'm sure. She cocks her head.] Who's said com-padre? [She can have a talk with him (or her) too. Maybe it'll move things along faster. She just really likes Dean Martin, okay.

Scatty rests her hands on her hips and shrugs.] Not bad, just waiting for a fight to break out so I can actually do my job. [Can you tell how bored she is with the lack of violence at this shindig.]

[moveslikestrider]

[He points to his fellow dj before snagging up his water and letting the music ring out. He takes a swig since he can permit himself.]

Hahaha, yeah this has to be pretty boring. I mean the lack of fights not the music and the fun. [He smirks behind his mask again, the eyes of the mask lit with red light for a second.]

[symmachy]

[She locks eyes on the other music master and yes, she'll talk to him later.

Dave, this is why she likes you: you don't think her violent tendencies are weird. Rather, you probably don't know her well enough yet to be terrified of them.] Hopefully it'll pick up soon. Otherwise, my presence here seems unnecessary. [A short pause.] Cute mask.

[moveslikestrider]

[He's so used to trolls by now any violence is just another day. Whether he'd be scared or not, the jury is out on.] You never can be too careful.

[He's thinking of the recent troubles.]

[A pause.] Thanks. [The light dies, his red eyes are focused on the tables again as he takes a second to adjust a bit of the beat. It sounds smoother when he finishes.]

[symmachy]

[Troll culture is probably something Scatty will come to appreciate once she learns more about it. That's sort of sad.

She hums along with the beat for a few seconds before:] Anubis wasn't that great of a guy, sadly.

[moveslikestrider]

[Neither was Noir. The part about justice is part of why he doned the costume. Because it was one eighty out from what he really is. He opens his hand.] Not glorifying this at all. I know a godlike figure who looks kinda like this.

And he's a dick. [And this reminds Dave of what he's fighting, what he HAS to fight. There's a lot of deeper meanings into what he chose and why.]

[symmachy]

[Scathach is dressed as Poseidon because he's the least shitty of her uncles. There really isn't any deeper meaning, except maybe the irony of how much she hates water.]

Yeah, so is the one I know of. He was also a mama's boy. [Which is like, ten times worse than being a dick.]

[moveslikestrider]

Dunno if the guy I know is or not. He just stabs whoever he wants and ports around killing people. [And if he dressed as Noir he'd have hated himself. That and he's not that tasteless. But he can't keep the anger out of his tone when he talks about Noir.]

[debtor]

[Allen stops to stand in front of this DJ with the bizarre mask. He has no idea it's Dave behind it, and Allen himself might be a little difficult to recognize- his hair is down, but he's still disguised by a mask and face paint.

And he's making a slight face at the sounds Dave is producing. It just... doesn't sound like proper music... Not that Allen is much of a connoisseur in the first place.]

[moveslikestrider]

[He looks up just in time to spot a clown. ...slightly creepy but not a doll or puppet so he's not too worried. The expression however. He snorts.] What? Tunes not to your liking either? Old world tastes man. Just talk to my bro here, [He points to the other dj.] And get a request in.

[debtor]

[He knows that voice!!] Dave?

No- ah! The music is... [politely;] interesting.

[He glances at the other DJ.] Request a song, you mean...?

[moveslikestrider]

That's my name. Also called Strider or Whatshiscape, or Shaggy 2 dope. But yeah, what's up?

[He raises an eyebrow at the politeness and spins a little more drums into the next bit.] That's what I said. Nice clown suit.

[debtor]

Thank you...

[He pauses for a second, thinking.] I, er, don't know any songs...

[moveslikestrider]

[That actually makes him falter and the music sound like ass for the fraction of a second before he fixes it.] Holy shit dude, you are deprived. I can't in good conscience let that continue. What sort of stuff do you like hearing?

[debtor]

W-what? I, er... [He smiles, a little uncertainly. THIS IS A HARD QUESTION. He never attends concerts! How do you expect him to know any music!?

Except for carnival music...

Somehow he doubts this is the proper venue for carnival music.

This is the most reasonable request he can think of;]

Something less... electronic?

[moveslikestrider]

You should drop by my place later this week or something. I should you a whole world of music and sound man. [He cranks down the electronic sounds a bit, smoothing out the instruments getting their beat on while he does. Noting how things are down on the dance floor shrugs, fades out the song he was playing. Then slides on something classic - monster mash.]

Better?

[debtor]

Mm, all right.

[Dave thinks so highly of music, Allen reckons it wouldn't hurt to hear some more...

At Monster Mash, though, he listens to the lyrics for a moment, wide-eyed— before laughing.]

I like it.

[moveslikestrider]

It's a classic Halloween tune. I've got a few others. [But he'll let this one play out first. Man, Allen has been from a very dead world or from far back.]

So, q and a. Where exactly are you from?

[debtor]

[He is from long before the dawn of pop music. This song's not bad, though. It sounds so peppy, for something with such a ghoulish subject matter.]

I'm from England.

[moveslikestrider]

[He raises his eyebrows at the the wehre and now for the important part.] When? What year?