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Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Saturday, October 31st
Evening
The Home of Alessandra Ferdis
The last few days have been, at best, a blur of activity and I can't say that it's left me in the best of spirits. Party planning is always a chore, even a gathering as small as this, and I suppose it's the price to be paid - blood, sweat, and countless hours spent hunched over fabric - for an evening of excitement. Alessandra has been more than accommodating, as I've measured, decorated, and almost completely reordered most of her house. It will take some time, tomorrow once the festivities are well over, to put things back to sorts, but I've already hired hands to assist in that.
That is one benefit of living in Excolo, there is never a shortage of strong backs willing to do a bit of labor for good pay, and in a matter of days the entire place has been transformed into something resembling a fitting locale. The walls have been covered with lush fabrics, the garden littered with a multitude of hanging lights, and the main room leading to the back cleared for the guests. After that, it's only been a matter of setting up the refreshments, finding a suitable place for the music, and dimming the lights.
I could kill myself over the details of course, it's in my nature, and so as soon as things are well in hand, I retire to the upstairs guest suite to dress. It's a simple design, more a personal amusement than anything else, and I doubt anyone will get the joke. Those always are the best sorts of fun, though, the personal chuckles that are mine alone. I finish strapping my sword to my side, mask still sitting on a nearby table, and cross to the balcony doors to peek outside. The sun has faded into the horizon and guests have started to arrive. That leaves me with a bit of time - I have no intention on making anything less than a memorable entrance - and so I lean against the door frame, careful to keep out of sight of those out front, and light a cigarette.
There's movement from the adjacent dressing room. Glass. I'd nearly forgotten, in the insanity of preparations, that she was dressing here as well. It certainly wouldn't do to have Iago see her before the game has begun, after all. I smile at that and call out, "You can't hide in there all evening, pet. Might as well come out and let me have a look."
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[It's midnight! Wrapping up!]
Evening
The Home of Alessandra Ferdis
The last few days have been, at best, a blur of activity and I can't say that it's left me in the best of spirits. Party planning is always a chore, even a gathering as small as this, and I suppose it's the price to be paid - blood, sweat, and countless hours spent hunched over fabric - for an evening of excitement. Alessandra has been more than accommodating, as I've measured, decorated, and almost completely reordered most of her house. It will take some time, tomorrow once the festivities are well over, to put things back to sorts, but I've already hired hands to assist in that.
That is one benefit of living in Excolo, there is never a shortage of strong backs willing to do a bit of labor for good pay, and in a matter of days the entire place has been transformed into something resembling a fitting locale. The walls have been covered with lush fabrics, the garden littered with a multitude of hanging lights, and the main room leading to the back cleared for the guests. After that, it's only been a matter of setting up the refreshments, finding a suitable place for the music, and dimming the lights.
I could kill myself over the details of course, it's in my nature, and so as soon as things are well in hand, I retire to the upstairs guest suite to dress. It's a simple design, more a personal amusement than anything else, and I doubt anyone will get the joke. Those always are the best sorts of fun, though, the personal chuckles that are mine alone. I finish strapping my sword to my side, mask still sitting on a nearby table, and cross to the balcony doors to peek outside. The sun has faded into the horizon and guests have started to arrive. That leaves me with a bit of time - I have no intention on making anything less than a memorable entrance - and so I lean against the door frame, careful to keep out of sight of those out front, and light a cigarette.
There's movement from the adjacent dressing room. Glass. I'd nearly forgotten, in the insanity of preparations, that she was dressing here as well. It certainly wouldn't do to have Iago see her before the game has begun, after all. I smile at that and call out, "You can't hide in there all evening, pet. Might as well come out and let me have a look."
[It's midnight! Wrapping up!]
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Next thing I know I'm being taught a jig and the Fish is whirling me round and round the floor. See all sorts of costumes as we go, a knight and his lady, some folk with big powdered hair, a couple of girls with mechanical bits, a very tall scarecrow- no that's Jack, a lion and a wwoman covered in blood, a pirate or two and a peacock.
Huh. And Chester got a hold of a pair of wings somehow.
When the music changes my partner slows, and I stop to lean against a chair for a second, "Now wherever did a fish learn such a dance?"
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"Now wherever did a fish learn such a dance?"
"Oh, now, that," I says, leading her back over for another glass of punch. "That's a story - ah, that goes down nice after a dance, that do. Even fishes needs to drink, times like these. But a story, yes, now..."
I settles myself in against the trestle. Never did pass up a chance to spin a yarn. "Well, I'se a river rish, as yew know, but when I was just a sprat there comes a big salmon a-swimmin' downriver. 'Do yew come alonger me, bor,' he says to me, 'and see what's to be seen.' Well, I was just an adventuresome thing when I was young, and so I goes alonger him right out to the ocean. Powerful big, it were, and masterous salty! Can't say I cared for the taste o' that much.
"But us fishes hen't so different from yew landfolks, and we likes our jollifications just the same. Fell out that I'd gorn on out there on just a night like this, when all the sea folk throws themselves a great ball. Music out of conch shells, and seaweed wine, and dancing such as fishes dance! And let me tell yew, mileardy, yew hen't seen dancing til yew've seen the octopussies polka, so yew hent. And there was all drowned men a-dancin' with the merrymaids, and it was off one of them what I learned myself to dance. I said to meself that day: bor, if ever yew has legs to call yer own, yew's a-dancin' just like that."
"And may I say," I adds, draining off the last o' me glass, "a far finer thing to be dancin' with a goddess, mileardy, than with any merrymaid. On account of them having fishes' tails in place o' legs, yew see - along with other inherbitions what does along of their condition." If i hadn't the mask on I'd give her a wink.