Julio was not the masquerade type. Frankly, it made him self-conscious. His standard uniform of jeans or cargo pants plus T-shirt and boots altered only in the addition of anti-cold armor such as sweaters when the weather called for it. He did not own a suit. One pair of black cargo and one white button-down shirt was the only outfit that broke the mold. He hadn't worn either in two years; he saved them for funerals.
So what did he wear to a freakin' masque? He considered taking it to the extreme and making a joke out of it - Phantom of the Opera, or a bullfighter costume. But then, someone might assume he hadn't understood what it was about, and he'd look silly. He wasn't one to take himself too seriously, but he WAS a 23-year-old male; there was his ego to consider. So, in the end, he'd gone with something simple.
Normal clothes, his big brown oilskin duster, and a cthulu mask he'd made once upon a time for a long-ago Halloween. Hey, at least if someone asked, he could show off the fact that he could knit.