masquerade ball

[totheskye]

The weekend after his birthday, Skye calls pretty much everyone he's ever met and invites them to this place for his birthday party. Which, thanks to Cory's genius, is a masquerade complete with live band and fancy-ass ballroom

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[queen_jamie]

Jamie shows up adorned in blue and gold with this matching mask "Skye, darling. This is fabulous. Everything looks... holy shit. I've never been to a party this facet before."

[gabe_bryan]

Later in the evening Gabe arrives and spotting Jamie he grabs a drink and goes over to say hello.

"How's it going, Jamie?"

[queen_jamie]

He turns and smiles when he hears that voice. "Gabe! Hi.... wow you look nice. Things are great. This party is super cool. It's good to see you here."

[gabe_bryan]

"Nice?" Jamie gets a bemused sort of smile to that.

Gabe finishes his drink and puts the empty glass on a nearby surface.

"I'm glad you're having a good time."

[gabe_bryan]

Gabe's dressed in a bespoke Zegna suit and accessorized with a Jaeger-LeCoultre watch and this mask. He arrives a little into the night and heads to the bar to grab a drink before looking to see if he can find the birthday boy.

[twinfest]

"Hello, Gabriel. You're looking festive."

Oddly the anxiety that conversation normally brings is absent. Perhaps it's due to the radical change in appearance and the aanonymity it brings, even if just for a moment. Or maybe it's the wine...

[gabe_bryan]

And Gabe, Gabriel, has no idea who he's speaking to.

"Hi there. How're you going?"

[twinfest]

"Better, thanks in part to you." Delicate fingers toy with a stem of wine and it takes a moment for more to come.

"Skye left me the list you arranged. Of the therapists. I haven't been yet, but just having the information makes a difference."

Of course now it's sure to be clear, exactly who he is, but that hasn't been the point of the disguise.

[twinfest]

It said costume... Surely a glamour would be as appropriate?

He had run out to the thrift store nearby, choosing simple items. A skirt, soft blouse, a scarf and a bracelet. No shoes, but when was that unusual?

So now, barefoot and comfortable, he approaches Skye and smiles from this unusual angle; it's so odd being shorter than Skye!

"Apologies, but I couldn't find a mask."

He wonders if the glamour is as good as he thinks it is, or if Skye will know who he is in this pretty, diminutive form.

[totheskye]

Skye wonders at her for as long as it takes to register the bare feet, the apologies, the nuances of her voice -- then he laughs and laughs. Who else could it be?

"Yo, precious." He fiddles with her hair as an arm winds around her waist. "Lookin' gorgeous." And familiar, somehow, in a way he can't quite place.

"It's a glamour, right? Like how princess used to turn himself into a chick, way back when."

[twinfest]

"It is. I imagined it might be a suitable substitute for a costume. My creativity ran out, for the most part. And it's comfortable, the clothes."

He leans into Skye's halfway-embrace, and a sudden smile emerges. "It's so odd, being shorter than you."

[totheskye]

"You're little! It's cute." He chuckles, happiness so evident it's practically radiating from him. Experimentally, he presses a fervent kiss to Fred's lips, amused by having to duck his head.

"What's odd is your lips feel different. Still damn beautiful, though."

[violinofthemuse]

When he's not being the entertainment, Lee prefers to slip into parties later than most. It avoids any bombardment of new names and faces, allowing him to meet and greet new friends one by one.

His mask depends on which angle a person catches him. He takes time to grab a bite, then a drink before looking around to see who's around.

[totheskye]

"Lee!" Skye enthuses, rushing over to greet his friend with slender arms around his neck and a kiss to his lips. "You came! Figured you'd be off wanderin' too far away to make it here."

He trails a finger over the other's mask, admiring. "Pretty. So, 'sup with you, lovely?"

[violinofthemuse]

"Much of the same." Spotting the finger going over his mask, he takes the opportunity to attach a bracelet with around Skye's wrist. It has vibrant orange discs of various sizes. "Happy birthday, Skye."

[totheskye]

"Writin' songs, then? Hear any interestin' stories, lately?"

He's still grinning at Lee's appearance, and his eyes widen when the bracelet is slipped onto his wrist. "Hey, you seriously got me a gift? It's gorgeous, thank you!" Another celebratory kiss. "You're awesome, sweetheart. That makes two gifts this year, not countin' the insane cake Casey baked for me."

[metody_green]

Skye, that rat, gave him barely enough time to prepare. He had to use an old costume - but it's a good one.

Metody lurks off to the side in a drift of tattered silk in white and whiter, shot though with glimmering silver chains and softened with trails of soft feathers. His mask, too, is made of white feathers, shaped to sensitively fit a face already stylized by nature, and crowned with silver twigs and ropes of glass beads. He is covered from head to toe to fingertip, and even his eyes are hidden behind blank white lenses set in the mask.

On the other hand, there is a limited number of people in the world who are five feet tall and bring their own drinks to parties.

[totheskye]

"Still don't trust me not to spike the booze, mm?" he murmurs by way of greeting, kissing the silken fabric of Metody's mask where his cheek should lie beneath.

"Thanks for comin'! You look insane. Beautiful, but insane. That costume's incredible."

[metody_green]

"Not even a little bit."

But he sounds like he's smiling. He gives Skye a hug. "You should see what I do with more time. Happy birthday!"

[totheskye]

"You got serious trust issues, y'know," he laughs, not at all serious, winking from beneath his mask.

"I can imagine." He trails his fingers lightly down the fabric over Metody's side. "Did you make this? You talented bastard! And hey, thank you! I'm havin' an awesome time."