Foxes of Firebough - RPLOG
Participants
Date
5/11/477
Log
The ballroom of the castle is abuzz with activity tonight, though the mood in the air is quite a bit different than it was at the last party. The lights are dim, but adequate enough to serve their function of keeping people from bumbling around in the dark. A band settled on the stage are playing a quiet melody, suitable for a waltz, and the guests are all dressed in their formal wear with some manner of mask upon their face. Even the butlers that ferry food and drinks around are dressed in tailcoats and hidden behind porcelain masks and tophats, with one standing by the door to accept invitations from those entering. Cassidy stands up on the balcony of the room for the time being, looking over the floor below and dressed in a sparkly, midnight blue gown of her own, complete with her typical mask.
Natska stands with her love, dressed for the night in a long, flowing, silken evening gown of black with flecks of silver that catch the light. She is masked as well, although hers is a black domino mask that only hides the upper half of her face; a happy smile is settled on her muzzle as she watches the crowd below.
Thelergramor walks in quietly, wearing surprisingly formal looking clothes. All noble looking, with a red cloak. Black shirt with gilded embroidery, fancy pants, boots. Hiding his prosthetic leg. Also has an oversized foxhead mask he got from a party several months back. Unarmed. Completely. Mutters: "...I feel like a pompous ass dressed like this." Looks over the room; noting the masked servants. And two of the women he loves who do not particularly care for him at the moment... And with them up on the balcony, just heads towards one of them servers. For food of some kind.
Cirra is present, and she's swapped her normal clothes out for some odd finery. Her wetsuit is traded for a two-piece blue evening gown, the top being sleeveless and baring her midriff, her bottom being a nearly floor-length skirt. She's masked, of course, with a pillbox hat between her long ears, a large aquamarine holding a quill in place. Upon her neck a heavy silver band lies, with a circular dick on the left side. Elbow length gloves and bands of silver circle her wrists. Her feet are clad in silver chain sandals, and a quartet of sapphires stud her ears. Her outfit is completed by another large aquamarine set in her navel. She wears a blue domino mask, being unsure what sort of mask to bring. She waves to her hostesses, smiling.
Kurzon looks ever so slightly uncomfortable as he arrives, once again wearing his old polished black and silver priest armor, his own bio-luminocity enough to make both himself and his armor gleam and shine in the dim light.
Uncomfortable with a mask, he has a pair of silver rim goggles covering his eyes, the lenses glowing with golden light as they obscure his pupils. Supporting the goggles is a very wide brim round hat with a polished silver rim that obscures his features in a permanent gloom so that only his glowing goggle lenses may be seen beneath it. His dress gauntlets and boots fringed with polished chainmail and even his ever present note tome has been slid into a sleeve of polished silver. Devoid of his normal array of massive weapons, he come equipped only with a single polished black spear, one of the marks of his contract secured to his back with peace knots.
Handing over his invitation he looks around for a safety net of familiar faces or just a decently obscured wall to press himself against. Finding few that can rescue him, he decides to fall back on his training and instead approaches the Hostess to greet her and thank her for permitting him to be present to observe and interact.
This party has certainly attracted the kingdom's finest! Among those filtering in is a hippo bedecked in royal finery! Although, he seems a little on short and thin side for a hippo. . . and his entire head appears to be an intricately designed and painted construction of light-weight wire mesh! In the dimness of the room, Fenris's elaborate mask could easily be confused for the face of a real hippo. The liger is quite proud of his work on it and he tips it back just a little to wink at the servant taking invitations. "And you look like one too, Thel!" the erstwhile hippo says happily, wandering up beside the wolf, popping hors d'eouvre under his mask and into his mouth. He has opted for traditional imitation royal finery tonight, rather than the more exotic new clothing brought by the Creators. "Hello, Kurzon!" he calls when he spots the big bear. The poor guy seems a little out of his element.
Cassidy smiles at Natska, ears twitching before she looks back down to the floor. "Quite turn out! I'm rather pleased with all this," she says with a nod. The butler offers Thelergramor a glass of champagne and directions to the buffet table off to the side, giving him permission to help himself to whatever he liked. Cirra gets a tip of her hat, before she looks towards the approaching Kurzon. "Well hello there! Nice to have you come by! It's an honour! I do hope you enjoy the party!" With the guests her, a wave of the fennec's hand sets a breeze near the door, pulling the heavy wooden objects shut against the cold night of the mountain. Fenris' disguise might be a little -too- good, as one of the actual royal-born hippos saunters over to the liger and reaches out to give him a clap on the back. "Cousin! I was not expecting you here tonight! How are the children?"
Natska quietly claps her hands as Cassidy shuts the door, then gives Cassidy a small hug before she waves at all of... well, there aren't too many people that she -does- recognize, but she certainly seems rather happy to have guests about, cheerfully greeting anyone that approaches.
Thelergramor was about to respond to his buddy Fenris, having recognized the voice, but then one o' them hippos got all up in his business. Nods to them both, Fenris and the hippo. Takes the champagne with another nod and the words: "Thank you." Trying to be polite. Glances around at the people, and the Cirra. Gives her a wave, as he recognizes her. At least he thinks he does... Domino mask, could be some other Nurse shark. Stops at the buffet table; looks over it for potatoes. Or onions. Which is doubtful given the fancy people around.
The nurse shark moves towards Natska and signs. <Glad to be here. Took a while to tailor this dress to be appropriate to what I wanted.> She smiles, trying to avoid running off to the buffet so early. She looks at Kurzon, mentally cursing for not having her chalkboard with her.
Kurzon bows once again in recognition of Cassidy's response, greeting Natska in turn before turning to raise a hand in Fenris' direction before finding Cirra present and smiling her way, an expression that is invisible at first until his teeth and lips begin to glow softly enough to make his expressions and words apparent even to the deaf though none are likely present and the slightly spooky act soon is brough to an end with the smile in question.
For his part, Kurzon remains oblivious to Cirra's thoughts, having followed her words just fine and when she looks his way he signs a calm [Greetings, it is a pleasure to view your finery. I am Kurzon.]
