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I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-04-01 00:07:00

Entry tags:

baba yaga, charlie crews, dinah lance, hannibal lecter, harry dresden, jennifer government, lestat de lioncourt, logan echolls, river tam, springtime masquerade, veronica mars, winifred burkle

The Magical Springtime Masquerade (Part I - Open To All!)
The invitations started raining on The City's citizens at half past 11 on the morning of March 31st. In standard City style, the things were addressed to each person specifically -- and nigh unavoidable. Dressed in black curlicues and elegant script, the parchment invitations heralded the black-tie Magical Springtime Masquerade, where wishes would be granted -- for that very night, 7:00 sharp. No R.S.V.P. necessary, it promised, and fine script at the bottom also advised that the City had taken the liberty of stocking the wardrobes of its citizens with masquerade-appropriate fineries, gratis. From all appearances, it looked like the City was ready to host a grand affair.

And grand indeed it was. Just a block north of the Clock Tower, the City Opera House threw open its doors at exactly 7 p.m. Red carpet rolled down the grand marble steps. Warm candlelight beckoned with gentle, clinging fingers to those in the chilly spring night air, and the merry tinkling of crystal glasses and laughter from the Grand Foyer welcomed with warmth in even greater degrees.

As guests arrived, tuxedoed gentlemen stationed at the doors accepted invitations with one hand and passed host gifts with the other. Each host gift, elegantly tucked away in a bag emblazoned with the guest's name, included two items: the first was either a masque, a ring, or a hat matching the attire of the guest, and the second was a small box without seams, hinges, locks or opening of any sort. Everyone seemed to have received this second gift, and everyone also received the same note attached to it: "For your enjoyment between 12:01 a.m. and 11:59 p.m. April 1st"

The night was full and bright, and there was plenty of time yet to ponder the mysteries of that small gift box. For now, the party began in full force, with plenty of wine, music, and merriment. And as the guests began to don their party favors, each discovered something else...

Yes, it was going to be an excellent party indeed!

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i_liveforever
2011-04-01 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Lestat arrived dressed beyond the nines; it was exactly this display of ostentatiousness that made other vampires of his kind call him a brat.

He stood in the hallway, near the entrance to the masquerade, blonde hair tied back in a large black bow, red velvet frock coat hanging down, eyes carefully watchful behind the round sunglasses he'd come to adore. With the raise of an eyebrow, Lestat removed the glasses, tucking them into a carefully concealed pocket.

He smiled, and handed his invitation to a young man who was receiving them. The young man handed him a small box, and Lestat inspected it. He did not open it, because that would spoil the fun. But the young man also handed him an ornate ring, a large, round affair, onyx, something old, and heavy, and hinged. Lestat flipped it open and closed, amused. They called these poison rings, did they not? It looked like something that would have belonged to Marius.

Maybe it had.

He just went inside, with a nod of his head.

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i_cast
2011-04-03 03:23 am UTC (link)

Not far behind the "brat" of a vampire was little Red Riding Hood, or at least the woman calling herself that. Oddly, the City had decided to find her and dress her up much like the identity she'd stolen. The cut seemed older than the man she followed yet as young as the woman appeared to be; the dresses material held a strange mix of Slavic and French designs, but the overall colors were red and black, bypassing the more appropriate virginal white - well, Red Riding Hood's expected virginal white anyway. Her hood - yes, her outfit came with a hood - was pulled back; unfortunately, she couldn't remove the thing from the dress.

Baba Yaga hadn't seen such finery in some time, and while she could certainly appreciate it, she had no idea what game the City was playing, definitely not when the attendant handed her the mask. A woman who hid behind another's face was now putting on a mask to hide the stolen visage. How amusing. How very amusing. The box was a little obnoxious, but she tucked it away in a pocket; thankfully, her dress did have that.

She tied on the mask, which had a hint of wolf to the way it was formed. The only thing that could be seen beneath it were her lips and her large eyes. This was going to be a very interesting evening, she hoped.

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i_chase
2011-04-05 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Veronica had gotten Logan's message about meeting him, and despite her initial protestation that her prom dress hadn't arrived in her weirdly-accommodating apartment along with other items, she'd texted him she'd be there a little after the party began. She had research to do, about Fangtasia, vampires in the City... mostly, about the wounds Logan had showed her and how they could've got there without him remembering.

She'd found out a few things, then checked her closet for something suitable, resigned to wearing some fancy shoes with a normal outfit or something.

There was a floor-length, slinky satin green dress. It had spaghetti straps and a nice flare to the bottom of it. A box with her name on it was also in the closet, and it contained matching shoes. Veronica raised an eyebrow, taking the items out, and got ready to go. There were other times she could question this place. If it wanted to make her look great, she was going to go with it.

She handed the man at the door her invitation when she arrived, and he handed her a box with instructions not to open it yet, and also a ring that matched the dress. It might've been emerald, she wasn't sure. She took it, inspecting it, and tucked the box into her little fancy purse.

It was a struggle for Veronica to be here without her tazer, or without a weapon. But honestly, strapping a gun to your inner thigh only ever worked in the movies. It chafed.

She looked around the room for Logan, not yet seeing him, and smiled pleasantly at the woman in the wolf mask as she passed her. On her other side was a man all dressed up like Bonfire of the Vanities. She decided that was what she'd call him, in her head.

Veronica did not take a drink when someone walked over, offering her one. She just smiled politely and waved the tray off.

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i_liveforever
2011-04-05 05:26 pm UTC (link)

There were two beautiful women nearby, and Lestat stepped up between the two, one masked, one resembling Gabrielle a small amount. He smiled at them both.

"This is a nice change," he said. "I am convinced, however, that there must be a catch to this good time."

"Regardless, you both look lovely," the vampire said, smirking and offering a small bow. "Would either of you care to dance?"

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i_cast
2011-04-05 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Baba looked at the blond woman. Oh, yes, she was one of the ones she'd seen with Eric. Adorable in a way, but there was something about her. The smile seemed to match the mask for a moment as she looked at the young woman before she turned to look at the...he felt familiar.

"Well, I would love to, but I wouldn't want to prevent anyone from having fun. You may dance with this nice gentleman if you'd like." There was a hanging "I can always dance with him later" unspoken but there. Tonight she didn't mind sharing; she wanted to know what the City was up to, and so, she wasn't overly concerned.

There was something about him, something that made her feel as if she needed to speak with him. It wasn't exactly that she was drawn to him persay, but the City's "voice" kept whispering in her head, as if that construct were trying to remind her of something.