Event | Masquerade Ball

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Characters: All
Date: The Evening of October 30th
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion
Situation: Valdis and 'Rue' have put together an All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball.
Warnings/Rating: None

The day has finally arrived and the morning and afternoon are spent putting together what will be the scene of the Masquerade Ball at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Kedan can be seen coming and going, carrying in decorations and lights and later on, various foods and desserts. Valdis, and Rue can occasionally be glimpsed directing people and moving things around, but anyone not a part of the setup will be ushered on and discouraged from lingering.

As night falls, the Courtyard will be brightly lit and ready for guests...

Comments

[purered]

Klaus's ears and face went a bit red. Really the man had nothing resembling a pokerface, even with a mask in the way. He looked away, deciding the best course of action was to simply pretend nothing happened.

"You... are most gracious," Klaus said hesitantly, gently wheeling the stranger over the dance floor.

"And I am. You and Miss Valdis did an outstanding job with the decorations."

[edgeoftheknife]

Oh, blushing. Really Klaus, if you wanted Rue to leave you alone, that was not the way to go about it. Blushes were like a challenge. Like waving a red cape at a bull. Rue's grin wasn't visible but the entirety of his bearing--particularly the way that those fingers didn't stop trailing over Klaus's arm and up onto his shoulder--suggested that he was having a lot of fun with this.

"It was all Valdis, I assure you," Rue replied lightly. "We should be handing her a medal for all the work she did putting this together. I just stood around and looked pretty."

[purered]

Rue likely wouldn't have been the first. His tells were very obvious, and others had certainly had some fun in flustering a stoic, shaved bear.

"Perhaps something could be arranged. Miss Valdis is more than deserving."

The fondling of his arms was getting to be a bit much. Klaus could be oblivious on some things but he was far from stupid. And despite his unfailingly polite nature, there was the occasional streak of mischief in him that only occasionally emerged.

This would be one of those times.

As the music swelled, Saracen would find himself led into a rather sudden twirl and dip.

"A gold medal, perhaps," he added offhandedly, pulling him back up and continuing as though nothing had happened.