they've got all the right friends in all the right places

[sageprincess]

Characters: "Pandora" and the Tower populace.
Setting: Floor 82 - The Masquerade Ballroom.
Format: Party style - pick your poison.
Summary: As the lights begin to flicker and the month rapidly draws to its close, the mysterious "Pandora" has invited the residents of the Tower to a masquerade ball.
Warnings None as of yet.

"Between the noise you hear, and the sound you like..."

Well, now, that invitation certainly was mysterious, huh? Who is Pandora, and what's the occasion for this party she's holding? And what was that message on the back all about? Remember this: There will come a time when everything around you seems to be not what you thought it was, and you won't know what to believe about anything at all. At that time, look for something that is still true. In the wake of the chaos caused by those rumors written on the walls, perhaps it seems like a too-late warning. In any case, the ballroom on the eighty-second floor shimmers and shines exquisitely, awaiting the guests' arrival. The dance floor is open and spacious, and, as promised, refreshments line a buffet table on one of the far walls. While much of it has obviously been nicked from the cafeteria, there is also a variety of meats and seafood not otherwise available in this month's menu. Yes, this also means there is alcohol. Take care not to lose the mask that is placed upon your face the instant you step off the staircase, however. You don't want to be the single recognizable person in a crowd of anonymous dancers, do you? Who knows what you might hear from a masked stranger...

"... are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?"

[Description of Floor 82 from the setting page: "A masquerade party is taking place in this intricately decorated, expensive-looking ballroom, and you're going to have to participate. As soon as you step onto this floor a mask is placed on your face. Anyone wearing a mask is completely anonymous even to those with supernatural abilities. You can take off a mask, but anyone with their mask off is compelled to truthfully answer any question they're asked."]

Comments

[marchwarden]

Stop fidgeting.

[A familiar voice called to her from the crowd.]

It's unappealing.

[Haldir said once he strolled up beside April. He was in a similar predicament, except Haldir wasn't very fond of dancing and prancing about in this fancy silver mask. The mask itself was nice enough but too decorative for his liking much like the pale blue robes he wore. If he had a choice in the matter, the march warden wouldn't have came to masquerade at all.

He's not fond of parties. ]

[technologic]

[She quickly places her hands by her sides, though she is pouting faintly. She couldn't tell who he was yet, but there is something oddly familiar about how he spoke.]

I-I can't help it, the mask feels weird and I-I'm not used to parties like this.

[Parties she tended to go to involved more drinking, singing and fights.]

[marchwarden]

Nor am I.

[ Haldir replied with a small chuckle. He watched the redhead for a moment or two before turning his gaze elsewhere. His sights were settled upon the dance floor before them. ]

Do can you dance?

[ The question was quite sudden and somewhat awkward, but his intentions are obvious. ]