Archived Blue Moon Masquerade

[Tanya]

Zack said: He tripped over his own feet halfway through the song. "Sorry!" he whispered hastily into his partner's ear and gave an apologetic, yet goofy cute smile.

Tanya adored that goofy smile. She helped her partner upright, then let him lead again as they glided on the dance floor. There was a short break where a performing dancer took the stage, and Tanya watched with curiosity. When the dance was over, she adjusted Zack's tie a little and brushed off any glitter that fell from her mask to his suit. "Are you hungry?" she asked, "We can eat now, da, before it gets too cold?" Looking around, she could see an array of food stations, everything from warm soups to meats and pasta.

 

[Carmen]

'William Blake' said: "Ah." Sarah said, giving a nod and held out a gloved hand. "Do you want me to? He hasn't seen me yet and I'm sure he'll be glad to have it back... besides, how else would he know when the New Year starts?"

Slowly handing the watch to Sarah, Carmen paused just before letting it go. A critical thought appeared... this was Chase Devineaux, ACME's Director of Special Operations, he would recognise a woman dressed as a man and then identify Sarah without much trouble. Not that she enjoyed giving the man credit, but a thief must rely on caution.

"It's too risky," she said, putting the object away. In a breath, she took Sarah's arm again, "Let's go into the Museum, I have something else to show you."

 

[Ivy]

Mikal said:
"You're welcome. But, I do plan on returning." Mikal took the girl's hand, pressing it firmly before taking his leave.

Ivy smiled to herself as 'Othello' made his way through the crowd. He didn't look half bad walking off.

Just then a microphone screeched and an announcer inside the museum started to speak. He introduced himself as Sergio Bianchi and then made an elaborate presentation in Italian with bits of very heavily accented English thrown in. She wished that Zack was here to translate.

Sergio then drew back the curtains of one wall to reveal a magnificent exhibition of modern masks made out of every imaginable material. Aside from pieces carved in wood, bone, and metal, there were even more eccentric items like chocolate, ostrich leather, and elephant dung paper. They were all created by famous artisans throughout the world, and based off of a bronze-aged Grecian funeral mask which was placed prominently at the heart of the display.

The funeral mask itself was a gold alloy, and carved delicately to portray a beautiful yet solemn woman. It was brought to Venice nearly two centuries ago by an Italian explorer, and usually resides in his family's private collection. They called it "The Mask of Helen", after the mythical Helen of Troy… the face that launched a thousand ships.

 

[Vic]

Colombo, Capital of Sri Lanka

Two nights before the Masquerade in Venice


The old man in front of Vic laughed as one of his servants produced from a small package, a mass of glittering gems. "No one cut them like me," he coughed through the fume of his hand-rolled cigarette, "no one."

The American conman wasn't here on the business of gems, but he needed to make sure his deal with the Iranian from Dubai was given sufficient backing. "I heard your nephew's in Welikada Prison now," Vic made conversation, handing the man a sort of 'shopping list', "Best regards, ah?"

"He's gone," he laughed again, coughing heavily, "bad luck talking." Looking through the list with his faded eyes, the old man took a confidently sharp whiff of smoke, "Who you want dead?"

"No asking," Vic replied, "how much of that can you get me?"

"I get the crucibles now, the chemicals I FedEx you in Venice."

"Won't do, ah? I need whatever you can get by morning."

With some thought the Sri Lankan asked, "Who you want saved? Elephants?"

Vic shrugged, "Yes or no?"

"Calm, business man, we are friends..."

Vic somehow knew it would come to this, "How much?"

"Double your offer," the gem cutter grinned, "and I get you all this tomorrow afternoon..."

 

[Narrator]

((Originally written by DetectiveAwesome))

Danny wasn't sure what Abrielle was thinking, at first she seemed a bit conflicted but then she calmed down when they started talking.

He was just begining to enjoy the dance when the music stopped and one of a completely different beat played. Dan turned to see a Phantom of the Opera dancing the Flamenco. The man looked kind of familiar, kind of like… Mac Lewis? Mac was an ACME agent who lived on the fourth floor of the dorms but had been away for a while on personal leave.

Abrielle Said:
"Che l'inferno!" she said angrily. Turning to Danny she asked, "Who is that?"

The ACME detective looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before speaking, "I'm not sure, but I think he's ACME. I'm sorry if that upset you, Ms. Abrielle…" Dan thought of how to best control the situation, "Why don't we get everyone together again and head towards the museum? We can get more champagne, and I think there's a special exhibit tonight."

 

[Nevon]

Nevon caught a glimpse of the Phantom of the Opera going up to Chase and wanted to do the same. He'd say: "Mr. Devineaux, it's great to see you at this amazing party!" ...That was a lame thought. Nevon shrugged it off.

Cassandra said: "That is alright. I didn't think Americans danced like that man. What kind of dance was that, anyway?" Crim actually managed to say that in a perfect French accent. "Is he with you?" Cassandra said, pointing to the dancing man.

Then he heard Dan say the dancer was ACME. "I... uhm.. don't know him," he shrugged, "how about we do what Danny says and head into the museum? Unless you're hungry, we can grab a bite first?"

 

[Eartha]

Carmen told her to come to this party if possible, when Eartha refused because she had nothing to wear, her crafty boss suggested coming as the Viking Goddess Frigga. It took forever to get the Valkyrie horns on her mask and headdress, but she was surprised - when she arrived at the party, and gave her invitation - that she was able to fit in. Nobody looked at her strangely, at least.

Now, to find what everyone else was wearing. She saw a woman in a green dress with a silver mask and thought she was Patty, but she wasn't blond enough. There were some musketeers, some robed figures, and lots and lots of men in tuxes. Oh well, VILE would find her soon, she was sure. It was best she ate something first.
"Uh... excuse me?" She asked a large man in a tuxedo who looked like he was important, "Do you speak English?"

[OOC: Sorry I'm late guys! Thanks for writing, El Halcon! Happy New Year! *hugs*]

 

[Narrator]

((Originally written by Crimson))

Nevon said:
"How about we do what Danny says and head into the museum? Unless you're hungry, we can grab a bite first?"

After that display by the Phantom of the Opera, all of the hunger that Cassandra had accumulated previously had disappeared.

She looked over to Abrielle and Danny then Cassandra scanned the crowd for Lacy. She guessed Lacy was having too much fun doing whatever else and wouldn't be joining them for the rest of the night.

Cassandra turned to her partner and flashed him a sweet and innocent look. "I am not hungry. Can we all go to the museum, please?"

 

[Ennai]

Kyzano said:

"Hi Euge! Have I missed anything good?"

"Ennai! I was beginning to think you were not going to make it!" Euge greeted her with a quick handshake. "No, you haven't missed much. The dance has just started."

Okay so the males name was Euge... good to know. But if he knew this 'Ennai' that meant she was also ACME. Forcing back a growl Dragon stayed put, she really just.. wanted to leave right now. Though... right now she felt kinda out of place, like she was intruding on something between Euge, Ennai, and Lacy. Even though she knew she probably wasn't.

Dragon could feel her arms lightly shaking again... damnit. She hated being around so many humans.. but Alpha wanted her here and she would do whatever her Alpha wanted. Come Heaven, Hell or high freezing water.

Ennai smiled at the two people in her friend's company: a stylish harlequin who absolutely screamed sass and a grim reaper. Her smile faded before she could even had the chance to introduce herself. The grim reaper was bristling. She reminded Ennai of a cat stuck in a tree. Her concern increased, as well as her caution, when she saw what was unmistakably dried blood on the harlequin's mask. She had been around enough of it to know the real thing. Before Ennai had the chance to investigate the matter, she was distracted as the blond let out a declaration of disbelief. "Oh my god." Ennai followed the girl's gaze. It landed on a short, well-built man who it seemed had taken over the floor to dance flamenco. Ennai burst out laughing at the guts of this guy. Dancing flamenco at an Italian party, filled with Italian nationalists and some of the most powerful Italians in the country. He had completely stopped the entire room into a confused silence. Their faces were priceless. Ennai was completely amused. Wit is most

The man himself was actually very good. She watched as he moved with conviction, his face clearly absorbed in his dance. "So," interrupted the girl "I heard the veal here is to die for if y'all hungry." Ennai let out a laugh, glancing at the harlequin, before looking back at the dancer. As he finished, Ennai joined in with the harlequin's clapping.

"Veal?" said the grim reaper. "I've never had veal. Mind showing me where that is?" Ennai's attention returned to the other two girls. "It's meat from a calf," responded the harlequin. If y'all excuse me, I'm off to feed Death a few bits of the finer meats. I'll see you around the party won't I?" Death. Ennai gave her the most convincingly genuine smile to ever land upon a person's face. This party was turning out to be a good deal more eventful than she had imagined. Her mind raced, accounting for all the details she noted about the them, as she watched the pair make their way to the food. No, tonight wouldn't be the break from work she had thought. It didn't really matter, though. All it meant was that she would have to be more alert.

Now, sure that the shady characters attending the party were more than just corrupt bourgeoisie and cheating spouses, a thought was tugging at the back of her mind. "Euge," she turned to watch the couples on the dance floor. If anyone were to look at her, she would appear to simply be enjoying the company of a friend making a idle chatter. She was excellent at this. The ability to give nothing away was her most important skill. "Have you heard any thing about any party crashers? Like maybe V.I.L.E.?" Before he could answer, the flamenco dancer appeared before her. "Umm Hello." Ennai found herself towering above the man, standing 5' 10 in her two-inch heels. She smiled at him. "Hello. That was quite a show you put on, Mr...?"

((O.C.C. Sorry about the formatting, or lack of formatting, for the quotes. I can only quote from one page, because my server won't allow me to copy and paste.))

 

[Emma Bezzle]

Danny said:
The ACME detective looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before speaking, "I'm not sure, but I think he's ACME. I'm sorry if that upset you, Ms. Abrielle…" Dan thought of how to best control the situation, "Why don't we get everyone together again and head towards the museum? We can get more champagne, and I think there's a special exhibit tonight."

Loralye looked at him and saw that he was quite distressed. Oddly enough, she didn't want him to feel that way, to be worried over her. Lora gave the ACME agent a small smile. "No, it's fine," she said, waving her arm in a swatting gesture. "I overreacted and I apologize. It is just considered rude to begin dancing like that, though I must admit that he was rather good, sì?"

She grabbed onto his arm and started to walk in the direction of the museum. Lora spotted Crim and her partner a few feet in front of them. Seeing her friend reminded Lora about getting some useful information from the ACME agent. It was a tad risky but Lora knew that if Crim knew of her idea, then she would say to go for it.

Resisting the urge to pull a sly smile, Loraly looked sideways at Danny and asked in an innocent voice, "So, exactly do you do for ACME, Mr. Ainsworth?"

 

[Pete]

Pete smiled wide with Missy's gesture and he felt himself turning red, which made him more embarrassed, and he started wondering if the whole party could see him red as a tomato. He was thankful when Missy continued, asking to enter the museum, "Ai, yeh, let's go see the arts." Offering his arm for her like they taught him back in class, Pete walked her towards their next destination. Along the way, he grabbed a glass of water for all that dancing he was thirsty.

"I heard the art is from mostly private collections," he told Missy, "Ai, you like modern art?"

 

[E. Mayhew]

Missy gently took Pete's arm, walking into the museum, taking a glass of wine from a serving platter as they entered. Taking a sip she smiled. the warmth of the alcohol and the room hitting her. The dress she was wearing was heavy enough and she wouldn't complain about temperaures even if it wasn't but it was still a relief to her exposed parts to find somewhere just a little warmer.

"I heard the art is from mostly private collections," he told Missy, "Ai, you like modern art?"

"Hmmm?" Missy said with a muffled sound, her lips still drinking from the wine glass in hand. "Art? Art's ok... I'm more of an antiques fan myself." Looking around at the masks on display Missy couldn't help but smile. These were nice... she could see herself putting one or two onto her walls if she were so inclined. Most of her 'art' consisted more of beautiful pieces of furnature, old maps and documents, things people actually used. But this was nice too.

"Masks... fitting." Missy said with a shrug, still holding onto Pete. "I don't really have much of an eye for art but a good show is a good show." Looking to Pete she smirked. "How about you?"