SPRING BALL || DAY 6
[ As the festival draws closer to the end, the horde of jellyfish disappear. The gender-changing, chaos-inducing buggers are now gone, leaving the ball tranquil and filled with glowing lights, endless food, and high spirits. Towards the 'true evening' on Friday, a mass broadcast flashes on all the SFC's, showing the bold face of the Club-Owner of the Casino, Stan. He's wearing a simple black tux, hair sleeked back, and a wide grin. But that's not all. On his face is a sequin-decorated masquerade-mask, complete with golden feathers. ]
I'm glad you're all enjoying yourselves. Nothing means more to me than seeing people have a great time. It's really a sad thing when young people can't just be themselves, you know?
Anyhow, if you haven't noticed, today's event is none other than a Masquerade Ball. A variety of masks are set out on the buffet tables and are yours to be taken at your discretion. Just ... make sure you wear them, hm? Don't be a spoilsport.
[ A pause, and then a smirk ]
Well, hope to see you on the dance floor.
I'm glad you're all enjoying yourselves. Nothing means more to me than seeing people have a great time. It's really a sad thing when young people can't just be themselves, you know?
Anyhow, if you haven't noticed, today's event is none other than a Masquerade Ball. A variety of masks are set out on the buffet tables and are yours to be taken at your discretion. Just ... make sure you wear them, hm? Don't be a spoilsport.
[ A pause, and then a smirk ]
Well, hope to see you on the dance floor.