The description below is copied from Raynpho’s summary on the planning thread. If anyone has anything to add or correct, please let us know.
Who: Any MuseBloggers who wish to participate, but costumed and posting under corresponding alter-egoed names. You may send in a picture of your costume to the GAPAs, but detailed descriptions would work just as well.
When: Starts October 13, unmasking will begin around the 29th and progress over several days.
Where: On the Halloween ball thread. On MuseBlog. In Muse Academy, of course, possibly in a rooftop garden, if the weather is warm enough to permit it.
Food and Decor: Appropriate food, such as eclairs and apple cider (see a much more detailed list in comment 13) will be catered by H&H. Decorations will be tasteful and elegant, probably 19th century style, with not a shred of plastic or crepe paper in sight. Typical decor will include jack-o-lanterns and many candles. A giant pumpkin with the Muse Academy logo carved into it is essential.
The Going-ons: As of yet undecided. Possibly a scavenger hunt, if it is, in some way, feasible. Probably will end up fairly calm, with sophistication at every turn and minimal craziness/wild adventures.
Important: No bunnies. You may dress as one if you so wish, but no bunny attacks or the sort. Srsly.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Please check your posts before sending them. The GAPAs will NOT rescue you if you accidentally submit a comment under your “real” blogname here or your “masked” name elsewhere.
YES! It has started! Perfect.
I am flattered that my description has been used.
Well, my next post will be under my masque-d name, and I shall officially arrive to the ball. Watch out!
Hi, everyone! I kind of forgot to bring my costume, but–YEEEEAAARGH! *alien abruptly bursts from chest* *dies*
I’ll just do what I did for the May Day Ball, first person.
I strode into the room with a long flowing green velvet cape (and I’ll soon send in the picture) and looked around. The ballroom was empty save for a few people putting up last minute decorations. I sat down in a chair, munching on an éclair, waiting for people to arrive.
Ok, well, I’ll just put on some music.
I sneaked into the DJ box and slid in Panic! At the Disco: This is Halloween. A suitable song for this occasion.
so anyone can come? well then, count me in. (it’s sort of like the alter ego thread but cooler right?)
I entered the room, nodded to Lashrael Mneme and strode over to the refreshment area while straightening my mask. After selecting an eclair I joined Lashrael Mneme and we struck up a conversation as we waited for the others to arive. Lashrael Mneme complemented my costume, a smart purple dress with a gray vest complete with a pocket watch. the finishing touch was a gray velvet cloak which I had checked before entering the room. Finishing the last our eclair our talk changed to matters of more impotance
was that good? *confesses she is not entirely sure if she is doing the right thing* I’m pretty sure I know who Lashrael Mneme is, am I able to unmask him/her?
(The reason we have ‘Alter Egos’ is because we supposedly have masks on, so nobody knows who we are. Then, over the course of the week, it’s week, right?, someone can guess us, or we unmask ourselves. Other than that, it’s just a regular halloween ball. Kind of role playing almost, but not entirely. And I would be surprised if you could guess who I am already.)
I’m quite surprised there haven’t been more posts, but then again I’m one of the few with no school all this week.
My next post shall be under disguise, following Raynpho’s lead.
COOL!!!!
I enter the ballroom, slumped over and slightly shaggy. I am holding my companion, a large metal bell which I tend to tingle most of the time. “Greetings!” I say to The Magess, “Greetings! Greetings!”
2- ((Classy.
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After sweeping around in front of a mirror for a last-minute costume check, I strode into the ball room as elegantly as I possibly could. After all, this was the most sophisticated affair I had attended in quite a while.
The only other people in the room were two other masked costumers sitting together and munching on eclairs. I joined them after pouring myself a cup of tea, introducing myself as The Lady Peacock, in my gown of purple, green, and blue.
((I’ve already sent in my picture to the GAPAs, if they could post it? Thanks!))
((A real masked ball isn’t a “gotcha!” game; it’s a party. I’d focus on having fun and admiring the costumes without worrying about unmasking one another.))
((Ah, post nine was not up when I posted mine… ))
The only other people in the room were two other masked costumers sitting together and munching on eclairs, and a hunched-over and ragged, yet joyful looking person, proclaiming greetings and ringing a bell. I joined them after pouring myself a cup of tea, introducing myself as The Lady Peacock, in my gown of purple, green, and blue.
I stride into the ball room, my long, hooded, deep blue robes swirling around me. I have the hood pulled forward, leaving my face deep in shadow. On a chain around my neck hangs a strange medallion, a whistle carved from bone. It is long, about six inches, and gleams bright white against the dark blue of my robes. Around my left wrist is bracelet of shark teeth.
As I enter the ball room, the few people present turn to look, then quickly turn away, muttering amongst themselves. Who is this dark and mysterious stranger?
I ignore them, and stride over to a table to help myself to some refreshments. I pour myself a goblet of mysterious, smoking juice. It has an odd tang to it that makes my tongue tingle. I like it, I decide. Refilling my goblet, I fill my plate with a selection of food, then retreat to a secluded corner to watch as more guests enter the room.
((Am I doing this right? I’ve never done an RPG type thing.))
((Here’s an ok image I found online that convey what I envision my costume to look like. However, I imagine the blue as being darker and deeper than the blue of these robes, but this gives an idea, anyway))
[Is this closer to the mark? –Rebecca]
I enter the ballroom, my black-and-silver robes gently sweeping the parquet floor and my wings fluttering as I move the wire-and-feather constructions with a string in my sleeve.
I look around, and adjust my silver mask. I was still self-conscious of my costume, even after a month of preparation. I hoped my black and silver-feathered wings still looked as realistic as they had when I had tried them on in front of my mirror.
I hear gasps of admiration from the gathering crowd. Obviously I looked better than I had hoped. I scooped up a glass of smoking drink and settled back to enjoy the music.
I walked into the ball, uncertain if anyone is here yet and am pleasantly greeted by… four people. I hesitantly approached them, smiling. I introduced myself as Lennon and Lucas.
((I may be in either past or present tense. Forgive me for any continuity errors.))
((Posts 13 and 14 weren’t up when I posted, sorry for the triple post!))
“Hey, *******. I’m here.”
I look around. There’s only a couple of people standing around, one or two holding plates of food. I swish my long, pink wig and stride over to the food table. “Got any razorblade cupcakes?”
Two hooded, robed figures turn toward me. I can’t see their faces, but they look pissed.
“Guess not.”
((Ooh, yes, that’s a perfect shade, just like I was imagining. Thanks Rebecca!))
The Lady Peacock
((???? Um, sorry for the multiple posts, but I’m confuzzled. Rebecca had made a note in my post 14, to which I was responding in my last post, but now it’s gone, and the picture has doubled in size, and I think lightened back again…..Oh, I’m confuzzled.))
“An Angel!” I say, “Well, fancy that! Care for some juice? It’s very good! It’s very good! It’s very good!” She looked bewildered. I thought for a moment, and then spoke. “What I tell you three times is true!”
(( (22) I’m confuzzled, too. Probably two GAPAs were moderating simultaneously, but I’m not sure why it happened twice.))
“Lennon and Lucas, eh?” Someone laughed. “Catchy.”
“Well, you know. Sarah Palin seemed too anti-Republican, and this seemed creative.” I motioned to my half-tie-dye, half-gray t-shirt.
((Ah, good it’s back now))
As I sit in the corner, munching ravenously on my plate of food, a man (you are male, correct?) in a pink wig enters, shooting his mouth off. I turn his way, giving him the evil eye. But of course, my face is deep in shadow, so he doesn’t get the full effect. Nevertheless, I think he senses my displeasure, and wisely closes his mouth for the moment.
I return to my food, while surreptitiously gazing around the room. There are a couple of recent arrivals, in addition to the man in the pink wig. An Angel of Death and another, Lennon and Lorcas ((sorry, but I ahve no idea what you are supposed to look like)). The Angel with his gleaming black and silver wings, and his vaguely sinister appearance ((he is an angel of death afterall)) struck me as someone I might get along with. I decide to observe him a while longer before approaching him and initiating conversation.
((oh, question. Is the Angel of Death supposed to be male or female? I was assuming male, but the bedraggled snark hunter was apparently thinking female, and now I am decidedly unsure.))
((My accident. I meant I motioned to my outfit, half peculiar suit, half grey t-shirt with jeans. Many apologies to Beatles lovers.
((26 – Lennon and Lucas. You know George Lucas? Yeah. Him.))
I looked down at my outfit, hoping it would suffice. I wore a wig. One half had grey hair and was slightly balding and the other half had longish brown hair. My shirt was half suit and half grey t-shirt. My pants were half suit and half jeans. I sported one penny loafer and one Converse. Satisfied, I glanced at the other outfits. There was one person with a bell, one with pink hair, one wearing all blue, one angel-type thing… All in all, very creative! I mentally applauded them all as I got some punch.
I noticed a person in dark robes approaching. I was unsure of how to act. I had been jovial, but this person seemed morose. I decided they could be dangerous, and almost moved away. After a second, though, I was struck with curiosity. Who was that person? I decided to stand my ground.
I sent my costume in.
Lady Peacock, colourful costume!
I wave at people coming through the door. Finally more people were coming in. I admire the spooky green lighting. The song I had put on had already finished, so I whisked over to the DG box and put on ‘Every Little Thing She Does is Magic’.
I run into the ballroom, hoping I’m not too late. As I enter, though, I see that only a few people here. Oh good.
I wander over to the people– and the food– and sit down, taking a chair by the corner. I hope some more people arrive soon, I think. It seems to be the fate of balls at Muse Academy to have roughly twice the amount of girls than boys.
((Probably bad grammar, but you know what I mean))
I rang my bell along with the music, daring the robed person to come closer.
‘Every Little Thing She Does is Magic’ came on. I looked around for who put it on. I walked over to en. “Hey, nice to meet you! I’m Lennon and Lucas.” En chuckled. “Nice name.”
((29–
Yeah, I get it now. This thread is moving quick! 
))
I also wore a mask, half Lennon and half Lucas. I was all set, and nobody recognized me. Pleased, I asked the unknown deejay “Who are you?”
“Lashrael Mneme,” they answered. I didn’t know who that was, but it was certainly creative. I grinned. This should be fun, I thought as I bit into a chocolate eclair.
I entered the room, dark black hat crooked over my green face and arms. My black dress swirled around me like mist. I walked swiftly over to the bedraggled snark-hunter.
))
“Nice to meet you, sir. I like your bell.” I said.
((Sending in the picture..it’s from the actual Broadway show, since I don’t have time to draw one…
((Jeffree Star is a biological man, yes, but he dosn’t dress like it. Not a drag queen, but more like a drag princess. :))
I stride into the ballroom with my dark dress swirling around me and scarlet and gold mask hiding my face. I clutched a green goblet in my pale hand, and poured the mysterious steaming drink into it.
I sat down by the few other people in the room. They gave me a strange look at first, studying my pale complexion, but then seemed to accept the eerie air that followed me.
“Would anyone like to dance?” I quietly asked the others.
A young man clad in the uniform of a Captain of the 18th-century Dutch Navy, well-made but stained and crusted by years of wind and spray, strode into the ballroom. His face was completely obscured by a mask in the likeness of seaweed and shells. He bowed to Elphaba, St. Elmo’s Fire crackling around his fingernails as he extended his hand. “Care to dance?”
I timidly peer around the tall oak doors, gripping onto the hare-shaped silver knockers. I open the door widely, attempting to not get my long skirts caught in the stopper. Lifting my head and deeply breathing the rich scents of a ball, I stride forward, lightly tapping on The Bedraggled Snark-Hunter with the Bells’ shoulder.
“Lovely do, this is. Care for a drink?” *offers arm and gestures toward refreshment table*
I rejoined the huddle of partygoers. “Anybody, care to dance? Lady Peacock?” I had guessed her name, but from the pleased look I guessed she had an appropriate name to match her outfit. My mask was not a full-face mask, but rather more of a superhero-type mask with appropriate eyebags for Lucas and glasses for Lennon. I also wore colored contacts. Thoroughly disguised, I asked again. “Anybody, care to dance?”
Lashrael Mneme‘s costume (some assembly required).
“Sure would! Sure would! Sure would!” I said to the Madame who came up to me. “What would you like? I can’t tell what any of them are!
I nodded at Lennon and Lucas and said hello politely. While I left a Nox Arcana Album playing, I went to get cup of apple cider. “Interesting costume!” I said to L & L.
As I finished eating, I surveyed the room–several more people had arrived. One of the newcomers had an eerie air that appealed to me, even if en did have an incredibly pale complexion. “Would anyone like to dance?” en asked in a voce that carried all across the ball room, despite the quiet tone it which it was uttered.
“I’ll dance,” I reply, speaking for the first time since my arrival. I rise, setting aside my goblet and plate, and making my way across the ball room towards the pale complected spirit.
I checked my appearance in a large mirror just outside of the ballroom. My purple-and-turquoise environment suit and gloves seemed to be in order, right down to the two fake rayguns on my belt. My matching boots clicked a little bit as I turned to check the fake, copper-colored jetpack on my back. It was much lighter than it looked. Too bad it didn’t actually work. Pushing my hair out of the way, I donned on my Jetsons-style helmet, complete with darkened visor to hide my identity.
Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I caught a hint of movement near the ballroom doors.
“The Halloween atmosphere must be getting to me.” I muttered, and walked into the ballroom. I just hoped the others appreciated my attempt at seasonal retrofuturism.
The green lighting certainly gave the scene an appropriate air. I made a beeline for the snack table and saw a person dressed like a combination of John Lennon and George Lucas.
“Stellar costume!” I declared, picking up an apple tart. “Was it hard to make?”
31- Thanks!
Wow, let’s see if I can keep track of this now…
I was approached by an individual I had not noticed before, who was wearing a rather interesting costume- it seemed to be divided in half. “Anybody, care to dance?” he asked. “Lady Peacock?†He had interpreted my costume correctly! A compliment of the best sort. “Why, certainly!” I replied graciously.
((Hmm… the last I heard, the music playing was Panic! at the Disco… but I’m not quite sure my costume is up to dancing to 21st century music. Solutions?))
“Thanks!” I answered LM and AS at the same time. I turned to Atomica Sparks. “It was sort of difficult, but I planned ahead,” I said modestly. “I like yours, too.” They beamed and picked up a glass of punch.
I enter the ballroom, feeling the chill autumn breeze pluck at the feathers in my hair. The dead leaves blow about my feet like forgotten souls, and I breath deeply, taking in the dusty scent of the October night. The moon is full and glows with a brightness to equal the candles; it is a perfect night for a Halloween ball.
“Does anyone care to dance?”
Lady Peacock stood up. Seeing as the music playing was nearly over, I put in ‘Imagine’. Many of the dancers grinned, looking at my costume. “Apt music,” Lady Peacock said. We started dancing.
I swept into the ballroom, admiring the decor and marvelous costumes. I caught my reflection in a mirrored wall panel- it appeared that my hours of preparation had paid off.
I was clothed in a full-skirted ball gown. The cloth was a deep blue with tiny shimmering bits, and my mask was gold traced with blue swirls. Satisfied, I turned away, almost bumping into a pair of dancers. One was quite clearly a peacock, all blue and green and gold. The other I couldn’t quite understand, but it seemed to be two halves of different people.
I dodged them, instead making my way towards the edge.
“Care to dance, anyone?” I asked a bit shyly.
I enter the ball wearing a dusky grey dress with ribbon straps. It is a mixture of indigo and deep blue and grey and has small silver threads on it as stars. My mask is deep blue and has a moon and stars on it. I have come as the night sky.
Someone with a fantastic costume nearly bumped into us. She was wearing a full-length ball gown that was blue and her mask had blue and gold swirls. There were lots of fabulous costumes and more people were trickling in. One person was dressed as the night sky. I was having a blast, and nobody seemed to have a clue, or even better, care who I really was.
I got up to dance with Lennon and Lucas, who changed the music to “Imagine.” “Apt music,” I commented. “And much better suited to dancing, anyway.”
As we danced around the ballroom, a new ballgoer swept into the room, almost bumping into us. Her gown was quite lovely, a shimmery blue and gold. It somehow reminded me of the sea, or a deep lake.
I turned back to my dance partner and attempted to strike up a conversation. “You seem to quite like the Beatles.”
((46-Thank you. But I do hope you are male, as I am female. Maybe we should put male/female signs next to our names to clarify.))
I grinned. “Yes, the Beatles are quite nice, as you can tell from my name, and you may also be able to tell I’m partial to Star Wars or Indiana Jones as well.” I glanced at her dress. “Do you like Clue?”
“Thanks. I sort of based it on a piece of Photoshop art I saw in a book.”
I danced to “Imagine”, one of my favorite songs, and took the chance to look at what some of the other party guests were wearing. There was a sailor with a bell, a person in drag with a pink wig, the Lady of the Lake, the night sky, a menacing-looking angel, one guy who looked like he might be the captain of the Flying Dutchman and two people in hooded cloaks.
“Lots of variety, eh?” I asked Lady Peacock. “By the way, those colors are amazing.”
I slid in the front entrance, the breeze whipping at the hem of my long, black dress. I had a dark veil attached to the edges of my hat, creating a mask. It was slit in the middle to allow me to engorge myself on the delacacies on the snack table. I had dyed streaks of my hair black, and I had a shawl draped around my shoulders. My dress had one strap, and a sah tied round my waist. I stood shyly, watching the dancers dance, waiting to see if someone would ask me.
((57–female, I’m afraid. Druidess: term I invented for female druid, following the onvention sorcerer/sorceress, etc.))
((61 – It shouldn’t matter. After all, nobody here has actually confirmed their gender. You don’t know if I’m a guy. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
)
“Clue? No, that was a coincidence,” I responded somewhat sheepishly. “I just happen to admire a peacock’s flamboyant feathers.”
Atomica Sparks, on my other side, turned towards me. “Lots of variety, eh?†she asked. “By the way, those colors are amazing.â€
“Thanks!” I smiled. “Yours is great as well, very futuristic.”
((61-DARN!))
“Would anyone else care to dance?” I asked again, hoping that a male would answer my request this time.
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((62–it matters not to me, but it seemed to matter to 57, thus my reply in 61.))
((65 – Haha, okay.
))
“Coincidence, huh? I like coincidences.” I grinned, seeing Atomica’s outfit. “You look like a Jetson! That’s fabulous!”
I skip into the room, then slow and start to blush. My causal attire makes me stand out; new (ish) jeans and a blue shirt. Soft curls fall just bellow the shoulder, copper colored. I glance around… do I know anyone? After a while I give up, now trying to catch someone’s eye. Anyone care to dance?
“I’ll dance,” I said to the sullen spirit, but at these words, the spirit shook her head. She did not want to dance with another female.
As she again asked if anyone would like to dance, I heaved a sigh of despair. Why must all the intriguing party goers be female?
And thus unwilling to dance with me? I return to my shadowed corner, muttering to myself.
I look around the room again, searching for the Angel of Death–he had had a mysterious, appealing quality about him, if, in fact, he was a him. I had my doubts now, as everyone seemed to be turning out female…..
Elphaba, The Wicked Witch of the West
Sullen Spirit
((I love the outfit, Madame Cygnus!!!!))
((57- Although some of us, like myself, have no need of it, as we have a name clarifying our gender.))
I strode to the song master, as I had named her, and whispered, “Ayre and Dance and The Tempest, please.” Then I went back to the snack table. I reached into the bowl of eclairs, and picked out a nice chocolate one. I popped it into my mouth, and looked around. A girl, looking like the Night Sky, swept into the room. She sat down. I walked over to her, fancying a conversation.
“Hello,” I said to her. “Funny, isn’t it, that most of us have come either as a famous person, or persons,” I looked pointedly at Lennon and Lucas, “Or a lady in a dark dress.”
((I compusively edit my posts. Some people think I’m very odd.))
I again voiced my request to dance, then sighed. Apparently there was a sad lack of males in the vicinity. I instead headed over to the refreshment table. Everything looked delicious, and I selected a pumpkin tart and began to munch, hoping I would get an invitation to dance later on. *hint hint*
I walk into the ballroom, hoping Muse Academy balls are as much fun as they sound, and that no one thinks I’m copying the Lady Peacock’s costume or that she’s copying mine. I hadn’t anticipated that someone else would have the same costume as me. My costume is:
A long, shimmery turquoise dress with long floppy sleeves that look like wings when I spread my arms. Attached to the back of the dress is an elaborate semicircular fan made of real peacock feathers. It is slightly higher than my head and almost as wide as the diameter of my outstretched arms. My shoes are silvery gray, and my mask is similar to the Lady Peacock’s, but it is the same shimmery turquoise color as my dress, and held on with an elastic strap so that I don’t have to hold it up and my hands are free. I wear contacts, because my normal glasses can get a bit tricky under a mask. (I couldn’t find a peacock costume picture that looked how I wanted my costume to look, so the description will have to do.)
By the way, I think I know who one person is, but I won’t spoil the masquerade fun by blurting it out.
((I agree, very nice costumes!))
I see the Dark Druidess heave a sigh; I’ve been watching her.
I call over the floor,
“Do you care to dance!?”
I quickly checked my costume in the mirror.
Green tunic, white pants, reddish brown belt, white collar, brown gloves, brown boots, and a gold triangle divided into three triangles
And, the finishing touches: a long dark green nightcap, a silver sword with a dark blue hilt, and a dark blue shield with the same triangle symbol on it. Also, I have slightly pointed ears.
((I sent in my costume picture later))
I entered the room.
I turned to someone else who just walked in.
She was wearing a long black dress, a dark veil, and a shawl.
“care to dance?”
I asked her
Ugh, dancing. This is all way too… ugh. I decide to be obnoxious and sing something random at the top of my lungs. I Am the Walrus? No, too old. mOBSCENE? Nope, no Marilyn Manson. How about Paralyzer? Perfect.
“I’M NOT PARALYZED BUT I SEEM TO BE STRUCK BY YOU I WANNA MAKE YOU MOVE BECAUSE YOU’RE STANDING STI–”
Splat! The first pie of the night hits my face. I smile beneath the cream filling.
I walk in, wearing a short orange dress over a leotard. My fake cat ears wiggle slightly; along with my tail. My gloves and shoes look like cat ones…
“Care to dance; anyone?” I call out.
((Another peacock lady? o.0))
As I glanced around the room, my eye was caught- someone else seemed to have dressed as a peacock, though their costume was a bit different from my own. I walked over to her, and commented, “Well, we both seem to have a fancy for peacocks! Great minds think alike, no?”
My short wings flutter slightly, and my top’s sleeves flow. My hair’s long red pigtails shake, and my skirt flows. I spin by myself, grinning at the costumes of the others.
(I am a mix or Will and Hay Lin from W.I.T.C.h…costume SOON!)
((73–at least say which character you think you know! Not who you think en is, just which character you think you’ve cracked….))
I had barely had a chance to sit down in my secluded corner once more, when Renesme called out across the floor, “Do you care to dance?”
A pleased smile began to spread across my face. “I’d be honoured,” I reply, as I rise and head in Renesme’s direction.
((Renesme, Renesme….oh, is that from Twilight? I’ve not read the series, so I’m not sure how/why I know that….))
((80 – Another mix! Lovely.))
Someone started singing. I turned. It was the guy in drag and pink hair. ” – I WANNA MAKE YOU MOVE BECAUSE YOU’RE STANDING STI–” A pie hit his face. I thought it might have been banana cream. Everybod laughed it off and continued dancing.
I wait to see if the mistress of the night heard me when I asked if she wanted to dance.
I sit down and munch an eclair.
I turn to a lady who’s costume puts me in mind of a peacock
(lady peacock #1, in case you were wondering) and I say “you’d think someone would want to dance with me. There aren’t a lot of males here yet and lots of the women seem upset. Nice costume, by the way.”
I fling an eclair at the singing person.
(Who says I have to limit myself to pies? also, are there pies among the refreshments?)
On the right is the symbol on the character’s hand.
Lennon and Lucas
(some assembly required)
((83 – ‘Some assembly required’.
))
I walk up to the sullen spirit.
“so, why are you sullen, Sullen Spirit?”
I turn to the room at large but my gaze is towards the the woman in the black dress, the mistress of the night, “care to dance, anyone?”
((This is my last post for today! I’m probably going to regret it though, since the next time I can go on is late afternoon tomorrow, and the whole thread will have probably have tripled in size by then…))
“You’d think someone would want to dance with me. There aren’t a lot of males here yet and lots of the women seem upset. Nice costume, by the way,” remarked a man in a green tunic, which a bit familiar, for some reason. I noticed that his gaze lingered longingly at the Mistress of the Night.
“Thanks. And I’m sure someone would love to dance with you, your cap is quite fetching,” I responded as encouragingly as I could.
((Am I still dancing with Lennon and Lucas? I don’t remember stopping, but I also seem to be having conversations with people who are not dancing, and that would be, physically, rather awkward…))
81- Why yes, it is from Twilight… READ THEM!
I walk across the dance floor, and before we start to dance I try to clarify something: I am a girl, I am strait, you’re a girl, I hope you’re strait ’cause if you’re not, that’d be awkward.
After a fun and pie-a-fied dance with the Dark Druidess, followed by many thanks and laughs, I walk up to Lennon and Lucas.
“Are you a chick or a guy?” I blink a couple times, and expect an answer.
79-Yes, great minds do think alike. My inspiration came from seeing a peacock at a hiking trail in Hawaii.
Having finished my pumpkin tart, I hear a young man in a green tunic ask, “Would anyone like to dance?” I have been waiting for this question from anyone, preferably a male. I amble over and curtsey politely.
“I would love to dance, sir…”
Sorry for the double post.
81-I think I know who Madame Cygnus, Corpse Bride-To-Be is.
((88–And if I told you I wasn’t? lol, yes, I’m straight, not that it really matters. As far as Twilight–well, I shall keep them in mind when I reach a point in my life where I have time for pleasure reading.))
My dance with Renesme over, I seek out Link, last seen plaintively begging to be danced with.
“I realize I’m not your first choice of dance partner,” I say, smirking and motioning in the direction of the Mistress of the Night. “But my dance card is wide open, if you’ll have me!”
((Got to go, school tomorrow.))
I hear someone whispering something to me, I turn around but no one is there. I hear someone giggling, very faintly.
maybe I’m hearing things.
((note, this will probably be my last post for the night.))
(I’m a girl!)
I had drifted off for a while, thinking of many random things and was astonished to see, after exiting my reverie, that the ballroom was now full of at least ten more people. I placed my drink down on a nearby table, smoothed down my robes, and went to meet and greet. My silver tip feathers fluttered in the breeze. I walked over to The Lady Peacock and struck of a conversation.
“Hey. Beautiful costume!”
[[i’m sending in the picture!]]
I’ll describe more of my costume, adding on to the pictures in 43 (Oh, and thank you Ms. Lasley for posting them). I am wearing a night time blue/royal blue dress under my cloak (I have a picture of it, I don’t know if I should send it in pr not) it’s a spaghetti strap that’s full length and it goes into a glittery gold at the ends of the fabric. My shoes, are just, regular gym shoes. I don’t have any jewelry on, unless you count a sash with a large Aquamarine gem in the middle, shaped like Kokopelli. I strongly dislike dresses. *frustrated* At least the cloak looks fine!
I was thinking at first my costume was going to look like these.
Then I decided that maybe I should go a bit more, elegantly.
I looked around for a band recording, and finally found it under stacks of sheet music. “Ayre and Dance.” She said while she put the music on. Then she made sure she had an orchestra recording of The Tempest. Yep. All was going well.
I got another Choklit Eclair and munched on it slightly with apple cider.
((89–Yes, I think we all do….I wondered if it might be her you thought you knew.
94–guess that means no dance from you tonight?
You know, I think i could grow to like these RPG type threads…..I never really realized what I was missing out on before. But they move so fast))
I strode up to Link. “See you desire the Mistress of the Night”, I said casually. “Want me to cast a spell on her?”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary”, he said, waving away my helping hand. But he grinned.
“You were always my favorite charecter in Super Mario Smash Brothers”, I commented, sipping my apple cider.
“Thank you”, he replied. “Nice hat. it really compliments the green skin.”
I nodded politely, smiling as my black curls swept over my eye. Then, I made a flick of the finger to the orchestra. They began to play the instrumental verison of “Defying Gravity”. I summoned a shadowy cloud outline of Fiyero, my one true love, and with a respectful wave to Link, we walked gracefully out onto the dance floor and began a waltz.
((95–oh, dang. Why’s it got to be that everybody is female?!?!?
97–Super Mario Smash Bros., eh? I didn’t know that was where he was from…..but then, I’ve never played that game,e ither))
((99- Well, he’s not exactly FROM there, but that’s always the character I play with in that game.
))
((I’m guessing I stopped dancing with Lady Peacock.))
I blink a couple times, confused. “Pardon?”
“Are you a guy or a girl?” Renesmee persisted.
“Um… why do you want to know?”
She shrugged. “Just ’cause.” She looked at me expectantly.
I had expected this. “Well, I kinda don’t want to say. I like being gender-neutral, then I can dance with anyone.”
“Oh, okay.” She walked away.
Strange, I thought. I shrugged it off and struck up a conversation with one of the partygoers, the fellow with pink hair. “Why the pink hair?” I asked.
The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow’d free:
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.
Good evening,
I will attempt to float along as best I can, but this thread will fill fast, I see. I’d also like to note that I love to dance, and I am male.
I do hope that this costume is not to revealing of personal character, but we shall see, no?
For now,
Good Night
Costume and mask:
I stroll in, my black-and-red cape flowing behind me. I adjust my black mask and tip my hat to a few ladies walking by. I lean on my cane as I examine the room. I feel that my costume, a medieval outfit combining the British kings with the three musketeers, blends well with the other odd costumes.
((99- Link is from The Legend of Zelda. He’s just also in Super Smash Bros.
))
I sit in a chair near the snack table watching people dance. There were what, four guys there? And more than double for the number of females. I sighed, and finished up my eclair and setting my cup on the table.
As I was speaking to Link, two more guests arrived–both male. As it seemed Link was none to eager to dance with me, but preferred to pine away over the Mistress of the Night, I said, “Nevermind, I’ll try my luck with one of these two gentlemen who have just arrived. Besides, I don’t want to be the person you ‘settled’ for.” I said the last bit in a way that conveyed that I was teasing, that I wasn’t bothered by his obvious infatuation with the Mistress of the Night.
I walk over to Mr. Amsterdam ((you had better be male, with a name like that)), and inquire, “Care for a dance?”
Οκ, ςελλ, μακε τηατ 6 γθυσ,
΅ΗΑΤ’Σ ΅ΙΤΗ ΤΗΙΣ ΓΡΕΕΚ? *εχπλοδεσ* Οη, υεαη, ςηοοπσ. Ι γθεσσ Ι’λλ βε τυπινγ ιν γÏεεκ Ï†Î¿Ï Ï„Î·Îµ Ïεστ οφ τηε νιγητ. ΅ηοοπσ. Ατ λεαστ τηισ ισ μυ λαστ ποστ. Ι’λλ φιχ ιτ τομοÏÏος. Γοοδνιγητ!
((Please, speak english. I’d don’t have the energy or patience to translate the greek symbols.))
I have given up on the notion of dancing only with males, and begin waltzing, solo, out to the dance floor. If anyone wishes to dance, they can ask me, and if not, oh well , I think. I notice some new arrivals trickling in, and hope more will soon arrive.
“Not right now, luv,” Mr. Amsterdam replies, “I’d think I’d like to help myself to some refreshments first.”
I turn, contemplating asking Jack Tar to a dance, when I see Miss Ellaneous begin dancing, solo, out on the floor. Hmm, not a bad idea, I think. It’s not exactly as though there are many males to choose from…..
I join her, twirling around to the music.
((I am sorry to not have been here Mistress of the night. I would have replied to you sooner in blog/ball time.)) “yes, that does seem to be true.”
((I am a girl and will dance with anyone who wishes))
Anyone care to dance?
((110- S’okay.
I’m sorry, Link! I was kept from the computer! *dies* *revives self*))
As finished my conversation with the Night Sky, a person dressed as Link came up and asked me to dance. I gave a small curtsy and said, “Why, of course!” We swept onto the ballroom floor.
I danced with the mistress of the night, still wondering about the voice I heard, oh, it was probably nothing, I thought, I concentrated on dancing
When he did not respond ((sorry, getting antsy here)), I walked over to the refreshments table where I saw a gentleman with a black and red cape. “Hello, sir!” I noted his outfit, a mixture of kings and such.
((Oh, whoa. I leave for one day, and this is what happens? Um……..))
“I’ll dance with you, Seren, if you don’t mind dancing with another girl. It seems most of the boys have been taken.”
I walked carefully up the wide stone steps, careful not to scuff my soft slippers or catch any of the dried leaves in the short train of my gown, “no need for a crackling sound when I walk in to bring more attention than I need” I thought with a small smile.
Gaining the top of the stairs, I took a quick glance at the grand mirror in front of the large, heavy doors leading into the ballroom. Good, all was in place, the floor length gown shone a luxurious red in the dim light, with the extensive white embroidery showing perfectly down the front, hem, sleeves and bodice, under the high empire waist and dripping down the train. The corset below, although lightly boned, gave me a straight posture, the busk in front keeping the front smooth and the bodice in place and giving me the perfect shape of an early 19th century lady.
I tugged gently on the red mask, pausing to stroke the soft feathers that framed it, and admiring the glint of the silver highlights. “The original wearer hadn’t worn a mask” I thought irritably to myself, “But I suppose it’s a small price to pay.”
With that I strode into the room as the waiters opened the door, getting my first glimpse of the ballroom and dancing floor, where people were already dancing.
Admiring costumes, I stood in the door a moment, not yet ready to be noticed, and wondering where I should go next.
((Sorry about the Greek thing. I was too lazy to change it back to English from earlier. What I had said was, ‘Ok, make that 6 guys. WHAT’S WITH THE GREEK? *explodes* I’ll change it back later.’ Or something like that. I’m too lazy to go back and translate.))
In dire need of some pumpkin pie, I strode over to the beverage table. “Pardon my interrupting, but could you pass me a piece of pie?” I asked Lennon/Lucas. The table was crowded with a some hungry people.
“Harken! Harken! Harken! Would anyone care to dance?”
I smile to the Lady of the Lake. As the music changes to a pleasant waltz I offer my hand to her. She accepts and we begin to waltz.
“Good evening, Lady Midnight. Care to dance?”
I struck up a conversation with Link. “So, er… nice night…”
The Umbrella Man (an old recording of Louis Armstrong and Dizzy Gillespie) started to play. Whoever picked the songs for this ball picked some pretty random ones. I shrugged and set down my plate. I wanted to dance. Without a partner, I went out onto the dance floor, and started doing the quickstep, somehow by myself.
Fiyero having swirled away in a cloud of fog, I wander over to the Bedraggled Snark-Hunter, hoping that he/she is a male.
“I’ll dance with you”, I offer politely. We strode out onto the dance floor and began a new waltz, which had begun to play.
“Indeed, I am male. I am male. I am male.” We begin to waltz, down up, up, down, up, up, spiraling around…
“Why certainly, Aja Ceulean I’d love to dance with you!” We move to the dance floor where a song has just started up.
(( Hm, The Umbrella Man and the Waltz playing at the same time. That’s a problem
Ah well, it’s the internet! They can play at the same time.))
I slipped into the room, much like my costume would, if it were real. I had dressed myself in a full bodysuit (With a TAIL!) , fashioned after the ones in the Broadway musical /,i>Cats. I had dyed my hair to have patches of black, orange and white, like my costume, and I had on a black tie around mask, very plain. I had someone paint my face, and I had put in yellow contact lenses (Not that I need glasses; I have perfectly good vision). When I looked in the mirror, I thought I real did look like a cat.
I went over to the snack table, looking at the waltzing pairs. There was a girl dressed like the midnight dancing with a captain, a girl in a shawl dancing with a boy who looked like Link, and a pair consisting of a Lady of the Lake and a Magess. I could dance later. I had starved myself to gorge on these sweets.
I joined the ball, and munched a few wung buttons.
I step into the room, robe fluttering in spite of the lack of wind. Its black satin seems to drink in the light near it and morph it into darkness. All around there is happiness and laughter, but it seems distant. The carefully carved jack o’ lanterns stare at be, seeming to see into the deepest recesses of my soul and know that pain is ever present, but never noticed. Sensing my apprehension, the others avoid me, though I catch them stealing glances at me. They turn away, less embarrassed than fearful. I move to a corner of the room by an open window and look through it. I can see the moon just beginning to rise. It is waning, but its light seems unexpectedly bright. I feel a slight breeze on my cheek, and I know not all is as it seems.
I sit primly in a wrought-iron chair next to the refreshment table, munching on an hors ‘devoure (sp?). I laugh suddenly to myself, and turn to The Calico Cat.
“Do you recall when, during the May Day Ball, ICBF nearly ate himself to death on those wung buttons?” *laughs again*
Having finished with my plate, I looked around. I was searching for the most forlorn person, as I always asked the most lonely person to dance first. I found my partner over by a window, and walked over. “Hi! Wanna dance?” I asked him.
((Are you a him, ƉϴϢ? I hope I’m right…))
I stand for a moment in the entranceway, admiring the fabulous costumes on display. My own is a full-length ball gown with French Revolutionary and Colonial accents; it has a striped bodice and overskirt, with a spiderweb-patterned petticoat. ((I’ll send in a picture soon.)) I check once that my simple black mask is in place, and with a flick of my fan, I sweep towards the refreshments table.
I step up to the song selector and put “Bruises” by Chairlift and “Fidelity” by Regina Spektor into the queue. I flutter my wings and run a hand over my mask. It was frustrating not being able to see, as my rather clashing red glasses were in the inner pocket I had sewed on specifically for that purpose. All this squinting was giving me a headache.
Ah! A Calico Cat had entered the ballroom. I strode over to the Cat and greeted her. “Hello,” I said brightly. “Nice costume.”
(( Whoops! I didn’t see 129. This happens before I asked ƉϴϢ. ))
“Ha ha ha, yes, I DO remember! He devoured everything before I could even touch them!” I chuckled back to Madame Cygnus. We reminisced a bit more, and then she went off to get more to eat. I was still working on mine.
I slipped into the ball mid-dance, an hour late, and hovered uncertainly by the wall, watching. The bright colors and candles and the mystery of it all sent a thrill to the tips of my green velvet-covered toes. I headed over to the snack table for an eclair or a cup of cider.
I’ll send in a picture!
As Louis Armstrong finishes his trumpet solo, I wandered away from the dance floor, looking for someone to talk to. Scanning the room, I see a person in a midnight black robe, frowning slightly while gazing out the window. “Hello!” I said cheerfully. “Lovely night, isn’t it?”
For those who are wondering, this is my costume.
((135- See. I never do these alternate name things right! I always forget to switch back
))
137- ((Pssst; neither can I)).
I stried up to Nyx, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Gorgeous dress, dear. Where did you purchase it?”
Since I am not of this world, I thought it best to not enter with any mortals. Now, to say I am a mortal is untrue. I do have some bit of me tied to the earth, but I, well, at any rate, you ought not to hear the entire explanation. I do tend to get long-winded.
At any rate, as I step into the ball, room, cloaked in mysterious garments, I see many guests milling about and chatting. Adjusting my red, drape-like sleeves, I cross my arms and walk swiftly over to a tall potted plant in the corner, melting into the shadows it creates. My soft and silky hood falls like a waterfall over my face, obscuring my features from many. The mid-thing length dress pools in my lap, and gives me a sense of peace. My tall, brown suede boots shift downward, and I pull them back up to the proper calf length. The heels get a bit tricky, even though most say I walk with a prenatural grace. My gold earrings, studded with diamonds, and a matching necklace are only glimpsed in the corner of the eye, mostly hidden by my dress. I unclasp the gold brooch that holds the rich velvet cloak, and I let it sink to the ground. Not that it usually does any good to help hide me. My apparel usually takes care of that. At any rate, I sit unnoticed in the corner, not entirely unhappy. I smile flitters across my lips as I imagine what could happen tonight.
Nibbling delicately on an eclair, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see Madame Cygnus. “Gorgeous dress, dear. Where did you purchase it?”
“I made it, actually,” I say shyly. “And I meant to tell you, your dress is lovely, too.” We survey the ballroom; the fellow with the pink hair seems to be surreptitiously wiping banana cream off his face with the corner of his wig. I smile and say to Madame Cygnus, “Have you glimpsed any ghosts yet?”
“Really? You made it? That is fabulous. I’m awful when it comes to sewing. And thank you; the time it took to google for it was certainly worth the while.
”
“Ghosts? No, not yet. But soon, I hope. I say, any show of Red-tailed HAWK?”
I stopped dancing, out of breath, I got a glass of cider and settled down in a seat. I nodded to the person next to me, a mysterious person in black satin robes. “Are you going to dance at all?” I inquired. I smiled at a person just arriving, the next moment, disappearing in the shadows.
Laughingly, I being to scan interactions between guests. The girls predatorially eyeing the males, who look a bit put off, to say the least. Several have come in “video-game” apparel, giving hope for the next generation. The pink-haired fellow beginning to snack on what seems to be a sixth cupcake. Two ladies talking and gesturing, presumably about a dress, a green-skinned lady dancing with the faint outline of well, something, and a costumed animal, a couple others whose names others seem to be struggling with. More than once, a guest has paced past, entirely unaware of my presence muttering something that is presumably a name, though it sounds a bit like a sneeze. Hum. Can’t complain, really. I don’t have a name of my own. At least, I don’t think I do. No one’s ever asked.
My eyelids drift close, and I begin to doze off…
((Last post))
I pick up my mask from where it had fallen, and slip it on. It is elaborate, with painted fur and a crescent moon right between my eyes.
“yes”, I say to the mistress of the night, “it is beautiful, but, I keep hearing someone whispering behind me, it’s happened three times tonight. I turn around and no one’s there. Do you think it’s a ghost?”
((135, 137–but you ahven’t given anything away yet, so don’t worry!))
I sit in my dark and gloomy corner, where I had retreated once more after dancing for awhile with Miss Ellaneous. I watch, hidden, as more guests arrive to the ball.
One newcomer, clad in a dark cloak, has a aura of pain around him. The other partygoers shrink away, afraid. I, however, watch him, ((you better be male, ƉϴϢ)) intrigued. The air he has about him projects a feel of mysteriousness, of hidden secrets of Darkness that I might be able to learn and use….
I head toward the window where he is standing. “Hello, stranger,” I say quietly. “You seem to be hiding many dark secrets beneath your cloak, much like myself. We could be great, you know. And I could help you on our way to greatness….”
((Fudge, I missed Defying Gravity! I love that song.))
I bumped into the Calico Cat at the snack table, wondering if they had any Greek pretzel cookies like my grandma makes.
“Great costume! It looks almost like you’re about to go on stage in the real musical. Before it closed, I mean.”
I heard Nthanda and Madame Cygnus talking about ghosts at the other end of the table and thought of the movement I’d seen in the mirror. Should I tell them? I hoped they wouldn’t think I was crazy.
“Well, about half an hour ago, when I was in the hallway…”
I wander over to the food table and eat a cupcake, wondering how in the world Muse Academy managed to obtain a pumpkin as big as the one in the corner of the room. I make a mental note not to go too close to it, as my tail feathers might catch fire. As I finish the cupcake, I catch a glimpse of a misty human-shaped figure standing a few yards away from me, but when I look directly at it, it vanishes. It was probably just my imagination…
((-146 okay, that sounded weird.))
I keep on dancing ((are we still dancing? or are we talking now?)) with mistress of the night. I hear that whispering again. I turn around quickly, this time with my sword raised. I see a faintly transparent girl with transparent reddish-brown hair wearing an extremely old looking faintly transparent MA hoodie sweatshirt. It’s tattered and faded, and the muses all look different. She shrieks when she sees me and floats away quickly, above the ball room and through to the hallway leading into the room. “Well, that… happened. I think there are some weird things going on here” I say to the mistress of the night.
124-:Call me Aja.” We whirl around the floor ((I have no idea how to dance in real life, so forgive me if I have this horribly wrong)), and when the dance ends I accompany Soren over to the food table. “Mmm, this cider’s good. Try some. And have a cupcake. And some punch. And another cupcake.”
((I haven’t described my costume yet, have I…… Okay, I’m wearing a moderately tattered pair of gray pants (yes, I know I’m female, but somehow werewolves don’t do dresses in my mind) and a shirt with a similar treatment. My mask is grayish brown and has yellow lenses over the eyes.
Simple, I know, but I like it.))
((149-Ooh, a ghost! Excuse my double post, yours wasn’t up when I wrote that. I’ll go investigate. Tomorrow.))
((149–I suppose it did sound a bit odd, didn’t it. ah, well, I couldn’t resist paraquoting HP…..))
((151- I also! But now it’s 10:21 and I really need to go to sleep. Bye.))
((Of course I’m male. But the name comes from a Sum 41 song, so it’s completely random.))
I put aside my hat and my cloak ((cloak describes it better than cape)) and stroll onto the dance floor, looking for someone to dance with.
Would anyone care to dance?
((Cake. I used the wrong name.))
Atomica Sparks approaches the Madame and I and tells us of a suspicious encounter in the hall. Contrary to questioning her insanity, I find the tale fascinating. Taking my leave of Madame Cygnus and Atomica, I head for the hallway in question.
((149- Talking and dancing, I think.))
“Ghosts, hmm…” I answer Link. “It’s likely. After all, it’s Halloween, and everyone knows you can’t tell monsters from mortals on All Hallow’s Eve.” Suddenly, Link draws his sword, staring up at the ceiling. I look up. There, a wisp of smaoke, could it be…?
“Well, that… happened,” he says, sheathing his sword, back to the waltz. “I think there are some weird things going on tonight.” “I agree,” I say. “But do remember, this is Muse Academy, and anything can happen.”
I walk up to Jack Tar. “I’d like to dance,” I said, grinning cheerfully.
((I’ll find a picture later.))
146-((Yes, I’m male.)) Keeping my eyes on the moon, I respond. “Greatness. Ha. There is nothing great in this world. Not for me, anyway. I’ve seen too much inhumanity to be under the illusion that humans could be anything but iniquitous. I’ve never seen a species so intent on killing itself off. No, there is no greatness here.” I take a sip of the blood-red punch which I do not remember taking. It is far too sweet, the sugar not able to completely dissolve. “Apparently humans don’t just kill other humans. They kill themselves as well.” I throw my glass out the window and here the punch splash onto the dirt like the blood of so many men killed by their own kind.
“Greatness……No, there is not greatness here,” ƉϴϢ replies.
I laugh softly; I had been testing him. “True, all too true. Greatness is for the foolish and unwise who have not yet learned the ways of the world…..Care for a dance? Or would you rather stand here and brood? And I recommend the smoking punch–it has a much better flavour. Not too sweet, but just sweet enough to take the edge off the bitter tang.”
((I think you mean questioning my SANITY.))
I decided to follow Nyx back into the hall. Just in case, I clutched my toy raygun.
I hear a quiet laugh and whirl around, just in time to see a young girl-bout 12 with raven-black hair fade and dissapear! She was wearing a MA tanktop, I think to myself. A ghost?
Occupied in my own thoughts, I stumble into a young girl. “AAH!” we both scream, tumbling to the floor…
((ƉϴϢ , I think I know who you are.
))
The snark hunter and I bobbed up and down. The music changed, and we continued to dance, this time a fun jig. I loved to jig, and we both got into the spirit enthusiastically.
All of a sudden, I got the strange feeling that we were being watched. I turned my head slightly, and a saw a shadowy face in the corner, near the entrance to the roof. When I looked at it, the face completely disappeared.
“Did you see that?” I said, turning back to the snark hunter with an anxious look on my face.
A girl bumped into me. “AAAAAH!” I screamed, falling to the floor. I got a better look at her costume, drawing away when I saw the cupcakes. “Sorry!” I yelled, running for the cupcakes. She caught up with me silently, and said “I’m Tiernah. What’s your name?”
“Crystl Noelani Lin. Call me Crystl Lin, please!” I shot back, looking for a dance partner.
((163–I think I might too, although I’m probably wrong…..))
((159- emo, much?))
Still talking and dancing with the mistress of the night, I say “I think I’ll investigate about that ghost later tonight. Want to come with me? Also, have you noticed how many people’s costumes consist of dark robes? And who is this guy ƉϴϢ? There’s something weird about him. He talks like he’s not human, maybe he’s just acting but, as you said, anything can happen at muse academy.”
((This is getting weird …….
Um, DOW (I don’t know how to do the symbol thingies), I assume you want to get the reaction you’re getting. But when we unveil, are you going to turn out to be your character from MA or somebody else?
It’s probably useless asking………))
Link gave ƉϴϢ a strange look. I didn’t much mind. I thought that the words he had said had sounded quite poetic, in a gruesome sort of way. After all, it was Halloween. I tried to enjoy myself without thinking about the face I had seen. But it was hard not to think about it.
((167- you can just copy the symbols from his name and past them into your post.))
I try to get a look at Nyx going towards the hall to investigate about the ghosts but I’m not positioned well for that. And I can’t go look while I’m dancing, now can I?
Later, I definitely will go investigate about the ghosts.
Hey, guys. I’ll leave in a minute, I just need to get something. *rolls cart into ballroom* *loads cart with several dozen éclairs* *leaves*
((169-Thanks. ƉϴϢ ƉϴϢ ƉϴϢ ƉϴϢ………………
I know, I’m annoying. Don’t PoPo me, please. Just because I’m doing something wrong doesn’t mean I don’t know it. Sorry.))
*a detail of wungs, on the alert for just such an occasion, quietly retrieves the purloined éclairs without IBCF’s noticing*
155- After a breif farewell to Nyx, I glide up to you and grip your waist, pulling you into an elaborate waltz.
“Excellent party, hmm, dear?”
((172- A wung? what’s that?))
The snark-hunter and I continue to dance. IBCF rushes past us with a cartful of eclairs. Yet another waltz begins to play.
“The Debutante!” I say happily, recognizing the lively music.
“Ahh, yes, miss”, responds the Snark-Hunter. He seems to understand what I’m talking about, and also smiles in appreciation of the music.
I stand near the dance floor, being ignored by everyone who passes. “Seems like everyone wants to dance with a shadow girl.” I mutter. Everyone is wearing black except for a couple of colourful Peacock costumes, and a few others. I turn around abruptly and give a small yell. Two transparent people were standing right behind me, completely oblivious to me. One is a tall 14 year old boy, and the other is a 12 year old girl with long braided hair. I sit there watching them bicker about how the Irish use beets for Jack-O-Lanterns, when one of the ‘ghosts’ turns to me and asks my opinion on the subject. “Well, I am pretty sure they did use beets as Jack-O-Lanterns.” The girl grins.
“Told you so!”
“Yeah, but she said did.”
“Excuse me, but what year is it?”
“Uh, 2008, unless time travels faster than I thought.” Both look at me quizzically.
“And the date?”
“October 15th. 6 more days until Halloween.” They looked at me again. “Oh, excuse me, All Hallow’s Eve.” They nodded thoughtfully and drifted off. “And that ladies and gentlemen, was my first conversation of the night. Maybe even the last.” I sighed. I trotted over to the DJ’s box, put on the Hitchcock Theme, and looked around for a dance partner.
I arrive a little late and double-check my costume in the mirror outside.
Dress: one side is yellow and reaches my mid-calf. The other is shorter and midnight blue with spangly beads. The dress is tied with a silver and gold sash. On my sun side I wear a golden slipper and on the other is a silver laced up sandal. My mask is a sun on one side and a moon on the other. On my arms are gold and silver bracelets. My hair is tied with silver and gold ribbons.
I push open the doors and glide in a bit self-consciously. My eyes scan the room. There are several dancers whirling ’round the floor. I spot a buffet and my eyes light up. I hurry over and begin nibbling on a blueberry scone. I sway to the music and wonder if anyone will notice me.
My dance with the Lady of the Lake ends. I bow and, taking her hand, my lips brush the back of it. Leaving her blushing I take my persutes elsewhere. The Lady is beautiful but I need a different partner. My eyes sweep the room. Falling upon two matters of interest. I see at the window The Druidess and DOW. I hide my smile. There are so many things they do not know, and so many things they think they do. Perhaps, someday, they will notice me. Perhaps tommorrow, perhaps a century. But when the day comes we will band together. I see the scene playing out before me and struggle back to the present. I don’t want to think of them just yet, I don’t want to know how things work out.
The second scene I spot is a girl talking to two spirits. I walk towards her. The spirits fade. My hand lightly touches her shoulder. slowly she turns around. Our eyes meet and I smile. This is who I have been looking for. I push the thoughts of the Druidess and DOW out of my mind. They are for later, Lashrael Mneme is for now.
I stood in the shadows by a window, clutching my goblet. I surveyed the room, looking for a dance partner, but a soon a a male was available, he was swept away by another girl. I took an angry swig from my goblet, and choked on the smoke coming from it. I doubled over, coughing, and couldn’t breathe. I dropped the goblet and pounded my chest with my small pale hands, hoping to stop the coughing, but more smoke filled my lungs. I stumbled out into the open, hoping someone would come to my aid.
((Sorry, this is kinda random. But I wanted something interesting to happen other that ghost sightings.))
“Seems like everyone wants to dance with a shadow,” someone muttered near me, rather bitterly. My deep red dress lends me shelter in the shadows, so I slip nearby and listen. The person turns to talk with the two standing next to him. I recognize them, some of my friends from a while back. They speak a language mostly unknown to humans, though much can happen near All Hallow’s Eve. Especially at Muse Academy. My brow furrowed as I puzzled over the events here. Lots of dancing and eclair nibbling. Well, I suppose the pies had “mysteriously” disappeared.
“What’s up?”
WHAT? I whipped around to see what had just spoken to me. I pleasant guy, about 15 sat next to me. But if you peered closely at his face, it would begin to dissapate, like mist. A ghost! It took me a few seconds, but I finally placed his face.
“Jeran! You came!” I shrieked, throwing my arms around him. I wasn’t prone to displays of emotion, but he was an exception. I fell over, only to find that my arms had passed straight through him, and I sprawled in the midst of him.
“What’s up?” He asked politely.
“Uh, hehe, nothing,” I smiled, placing my hair back behind my ear. “I haven’t seen you in ages, where’ve you been??”
“Well, as you can tell, I reside on earth no more. I chose to go driving with a friend, and it was an accident but…” He sighed.
“Oh. That’s why you never returned my-and why you-and-oh, Jeran…” I sadly whispered.
“Well, don’t be bothered long with me. I have to go anyway, I’m getting pulled back. Just wanted to say hey, and I’m okay. really, I am. I’ll see you soon, or at least at next year’s Halloween Ball.” He smiled, and vaporized.
‘Huh. Jeran’s not usually that abrupt,” I mused. “Well, I suppose being a ghost might do that to you. He wasn’t wearing a costume…” My rather scattered thoughts were completely flung far away tonight. I curled my legs back underneath me and smiled. I sat and watchied the dancers, whirling mesmerizingly under the lights.
The door creaks open, and I look to find a new girl entering the ball. She’s wearing a moon-sun costume, gorgeous, if I do say so. I haven’t seen one like it in all my years here. She nibbles on some snack at the table and sways about. I wonder what new drama she’ll add. A night of ghosts, dancing and eclairs. What could be more dramatic?
I smile at The Magess. “Hello, lovely costume.” Finally some conversation with someone alive! “Did the Irish use beets as Jack-O-Lanters?” I ask. ADHD does that to you, I’m always impatient.
I watch the cloaked one talking to a ghostly figure. And Lashrael Mneme talking to two more. “How many ghosts ARE there at muse academy?” I ask the Mistress of the night ((it’s getting annoying to write that over and over. How about if I just write MN or something?))
“and what are the druidess and that ƉϴϢ up to in that corner?”
101 – L ‘n L? I respect that! Care to dance? Read Twilight?
((Hullo people, I’m CHOKING!!!))
((184- Whoops, I was about to get to that…
))
All of a sudden someone started coughing uncontrollably. “Someone! Get some water!” I yell as I hurry over to the person’s side. “Are you ok?” I asked. What? Our teachers always said to ask if a person if they are ok before you do anything. She shook her head while she coughed more. I had no idea what to she should do, CPR was the last thing she wanted to do. I pushed on her chest a few times to no avail and groaned. Oh great.
Who will guess who I am? I am in a Pikachu costume, if that helps (though I don’t actually like Pikachu that much-Swampert is SO much better). Also, it will help if you dance with me. I know the swing, the merengue, the tango, and the foxtrot. I haven’t actually posted those anywhere else, though, so it won’t help.
184- I break away from an elaborate twirl, seeing you nearly choking your lungs out.
“Oh my… HELP! Someone? Anyone? GAPA? Sullen seems to be choking!!! I cannot perform the heimlech?????”
I hear coughing outside, and run out, curiosity calling. The sight of Sullen Spirit bent over takes a moment to register, then I yell,
“Link! Lashrael Mneme! Someone! HELP!” I run forward. “Sorry!” Trying not to rip her gown, I try the hymlic.
(Sorry, Spirit, hadn’t looked back at earlier posts, just got here, and you’re probably looking for a male but… YOU’RE CHOKING!)
I sneak in unnoticed, floating above everyone in my warp star. I sense monsters and blades in the room. I turn invisible then suck up some blades and turn into Blade Kirby. To everyone one else, a tornado or black hole sucked up the deadly cupcakes. I then chuck a blade at the wall at so great a speed, it rips space and time and opens up a portal to NME and release some real monsters into the room. I then warp out using my warp star, never to return.(note to admin: Please pose pics of Devil Kirby and Blade Kirby on the warp star, please. Thanks.)
As I exit, a Robo-Kirby sucks something out of the throat of a choking person and promptly gets clogged and blows up, spraying pie-filling all over the place. “Heh, heh,” I say, “Now that will add something to the party.”“Sullen? Are you okay?” I sound quite worried, my heimlech skills were fine, but she was still bent over, looking pale.
((190- She’s choking on smoke…))
“The Heimlich only works when someone is choking on a solid, she’s choking on smoke.” I say as we try and try to get her to breathe. “Here’s the water.” Renesme holds a cup of water Sullen’s lips. The coughing fit seems to subside for a few moments, but it returns.
I run to the sullen spirit, with a bucket of water. “here, maybe this will help.”
(( kirby, I think you kind of went overboard just there. Monsters? black holes? space-time rifts? this is muse academy but I thought there weren’t supposed to be any major adventure things! I quote “minimal craziness/wild adventures.” from the thing at the top. not that I don’t like kirby, though. If you’re willing to calm down and not kill anybody, why not join the party? dance with someone!))When the monsters are released into the room, I quickly take out my sword and destroy them. Throwing a few bombs into the space-time rift just in case there are any more monsters.
A group of wungs brings in more cupcakes.
(193, part in ‘(())’ )I’m afraid that’s not possible. King DDD tricked Kirby into to eating some watermelon spiked with monster potion.
Kirby won’t be back for a LONG time, I’m afraid.
((sorry to double post but, (176, 181) yes they did use beets as jack o’ lanterns. They weren’t even used for decorations back then. I checked on google. (search beet jack o’ lantern, second result, or just go to education.com/magazine/article/Jack_O_Lanterns/
and that’s it. last post tonight, by the way))
160- “‘Ways of this world’? Ha. There are no ways, no choices. There is nothing here that isn’t based purely on chance. Everything is just a product of random events which, when looked at from far away, seem designed. If we could choose, this world would be a very different place. Whether better or worse I cannot tell, but we would not be in the state we are in. And I’m not much of a dancer.” I stare into the sky again, searching for Cassiopeia. Upon finding her, my expression darkens further. Speaking to no one in particular, perhaps only myself, I breathe, “Why must I be human? I’ve tried to change, but I’ve only become a hanyou.” I close my eyes and drift into a state of semi-consciousness.
((185–if a person is coughing, then they are just supposed to continue coughing, as that is the best option. pushing on the chest would, at this point, just risk potentially breaking ribs.
187/188/190/191–sorry, but two problems. One, if a person is still coughing, as in the trachea is not fully blocked and air is still flowing around the obstruction, the heimlich would not do any good–the air forced up by the upward thrust of your fists would flow around the obstruction, same as the air being coughed up. The heimlich is only performed once a person’s airflow is blocked–they cannot breathe or cough. Two, the Sullen Spirit was choking on smoke from the the smoking drink. The heimlich is only for an obstruction of airflow by a solid something–smoke, even water/juice do not count. Not to mention, performing the heimlich can break ribs, and if somebody is choking on smoke/liquid you would be breaking their ribs for absolutely no reason.
And I now see that 192 explained this a bit, but….sorry I took CPR/first aid once and, well, the only thing that was consistent was that you ask the person if they’re ok (and introduce yourself)–the rest, well sullen spirit was not in need of the heimlich in this case. Sorry, I can be rather nitpicky about some things…..))
((Is Sullen okay?))
I checked out the hallway with Nyx, but found nothing.
“I guess it was just my imagination after all. Maybe I’ll go back and check out those cookies.”
((Sorry, 196 wasn’t up yet))
Despite my best attempt, ƉϴϢ seems determined to remain in his dark, brooding mood. He sinks into a semi-conscious state, leaving me once again without anyone to talk to, and without anyone to dance with. I sigh, disgusted. Everyone who appears interesting turns out to either be female or uninterested in any attempts at socialization.
I walk away, back to my dark corner, where I sit, gazing out at the ballroom, glaring at the girls in their bright costumes, and the happy couples dancing out on the floor. Why must I always be doomed to be an outsider? I wonder gloomily.
I raised the last morsel of eclair to my lips, watching the mayhem with disapproval. This is supposed to be a nice, quiet ball, I thought, wiping my hands on a yellow-orange napkin. I smoothed my floor-length silk dress and adjusted my leafy mask. I poured myself a goblet of hot apple cider and waited for peace to be restored.
((Are we going a bit overboard on the ghost sightings too? It seem like there’ve been at least ten already.))
((Sure, Link, I don’t mind. Abbreviate all you like.))
“Quite a few, probably,” I said to Link. “What are the Druidess and ƉϴϢ up to, amyay?” He said. “I dunno.” I said, shrugging. Suddenly, SS starts choking, and we rush over to help. Someone gives her a glass of water, and she turns out to be fine. “I’m going to check out the garden,” I murmur, and head up the stairs.
((I’m going to be switching form present to past tense a lot, sorry.))
I cannot stop wondering about the misty shape I saw. I turn around to ask whoever’s nearby if they’ve seen any ghosts, and see a new plate of cupcakes being carried in by small animals describable only as balls of fur. They must be wungs, I realize. Then, as the wungs set the cupcakes on the table, I notice something even more peculiar. One of the cupcakes is unexplainably floating up off the plate. “Look, everyone!” I shout. “The cupcake is floating!”
I passed The Dark Druidess.
“I love that shade of blue, great costume!”
As I sit gloomily in the corner, pondering my fate, Atomica Sparks passes me, saying “I love that shade of lbue, great costume!”
I feel my spirits lifting, “Thank you,” I reply, “I like your costume quite a bit as well–it’s very unique!”
119~ I smile at Captain Vanderdecken, taking his hand and mavong onto the dance floor. “Please forgive me for not replying at once, I was a bit distracted, I meant no slight to you, sir.” I say, blushing slightly in embarrassment.
(Sorry, this thread moves fast!)
“Do tell me though, are you a sea captain, or an other sort?” I ask my dancing partner, as we spin gracefully to the music.
200- I think that they were all the same ghost, actually.
The snark-hunter and I quickly become the only ones on the dance floor, as it seems that the girl by the punch table was choking on a smoking drink from her goblet.
“I remember my first fire wine”, I commented, as it appeared the girl was all right, and was drinking and eager glass of water. “Did practically the same thing. It’s a very strong drink, I must say.”
Then, I noticed the door to the rooftop garden was open, a slight autumn breeze flowing through it, beckoning mysteriously from above. “Hey, do you want to go explore the garden?” I asked eagerly. “I hear it’s really expansive.”
“Yes, miss, I would love to”, replied the snark-hunter, and we strode through the door and up the stairs after a dark figure wrapped in a shadowy ball gown.
costume- Insert favorite hat, I’m wearing it
Holly! I scream yet again, running into the well lit building, “Has anyone seen my cat?” Then looking around, I realize I’m in the middle of a fancy dress party. How embarrasing, as I’m only wearing a nice hat, a tee shirt and jeans. I must look for my hat
*enters ballroom* “Boo! I am a ghost! Scary! Frightening! Fear me, mortals!” *moves towards food* *passes white sheet over table* *cupcakes mysteriously disappear* “Now I must attend to my ghostly business! Boo!” *quickly moves towards exit*
Seeing someone choking on what appears to be a tall glass of Fire Wine, I fetch some ice cold punch and bring it to her. She gets it down her throat, which is then much relieved from the heat of the wine. “Someone should’ve warned you about that.”
Others finally noticed me, and some were performing the heimlich. ((however you spell that)) But then someone handed me a glass of water, and I gratefully took it. Soon my coughing subsided, and I sat down on the nearest chair, breathing heavily. “Thank you,” I murmered to those around me. I was feeling fine, if not a bit woozy.
After a few minutes, I was feeling much like my normal self. I carefully stood up, and swept gracefully through the crowd and picked up my fallen goblet. It looked as if no harm had come to it, and I took it over to the refreshments and filled it with the red punch. I glanced over at the steaming bottle of Fire Wine, thinking, I’d better steer clear of that from now on.
I looked back to where I had been sitting moments ago, for I was a very fast mover, and saw a cloaked figure standing there. He slanced over to me, and with a hint of humor in wis voice, said, “Someone shoud’ve warned you about that.”
I slowly drifted over to him. “I suppose so,” I replied, not sure of what exactly to say. “Are you free to dance?” I asked him.
As I strode down the long hall, rather smug that no one would guess who I was, I adjusted my orange and black striped mask in a long cracked mirror. My ebony skirts trailed along behind me ,check, no stains on my dress, check, orange sash around my waist ,check, bell sleeves, check,- I tell you, a couple of fifty pound beagles would have fit in my sleeves. Guess what? I didn’t even forget my Monarch Butterfly mask.
I half-ran into ballroom , of course I tripped on my dress and bumped into a masked muser…
I clap my hands to my face suddenly. I rush outside and pull in my wagons. I weave through the confused-seeming crowd, ignoring their looks. I gently set nine pumpkins on the buffet–each carved with a different muse. The pie display was my placement of choice for Koko while Feather oversaw the platter of doughnuts.
Smiling, I put hollowed beet votives around the stage and draped a garland of autumn leaves over the doorframe. The latter was difficult to complete, due to almost tripping over a smoke machine.
As I was tucking the wagons under the buffet, a sullen girl (dressed as a spirit perhaps?) began choking. Someone used the Heimlich maneuver.
When the crowd around her thinned, I made my way over. “Are you alright from that choking incident?”
She nodded, and I smiled. “Good, I’m glad you’re alright.” Just as those words were spoken, I heard a giggle behind me. I turned, but there was no one there.
So anyone can join…….huh.
“OOF!” I grunted as a newcomer galloped her way into the region of my spleen. “Watch where you stumble,” I said, my voice icy yet with a hint of amusement. “Silly mortals…” I mutter as I walk toward the refreshments table, wincing as the light hit me. I tried to skirt around everyone, and keep in the shadows, but I trip over a lady sitting in the corner. She was smiling, as if something pleasant had been said to her, or she thought of something amusing. “Hello,” I greeted her civilly as I tried to skirt around, yet was compelled to stop. I wanted to go to the cider. I rarely partake of this food on the planet, but somehow it called to me. “Nice costume. The Dark Druidess, no?” I favored her with a half-smile asI inquired of her name.
I sit in the corner, still smiling slightly after the compliment paid to me by Atomica Sparks, when another partygoer, trying to avoid the guests chattering, trips over me, nearly falling into my lap. “Hello,” he says. “Nice costume. The Dark Druidess, no?” He smiles at me.
“Hullo,” I reply, finding my smile grow wider at the quirky half-smile he favoured me with. “And thank you–your costume is quite nice as well,” I reply with a slight laugh. “It’s beautiful Samhain night, isn’t it?”
He seems distant, and glances toward the refreshments. I laugh. “The cider calling your name? Well, if you feel more inclined to socialize after having partaken in some refreshments, then by all means, look me up for a dance, or just some stimulating conversation.”
212- “My, how long did those take? Robert and Rebecca said that theirs took a long time even with toothpixels…”
206- they’re not all the same.
There was a boy and girl arguing (about Irish beet jack o’ lanterns), the girl I saw, misty figures, and someone that one of the party guests used to be friends with.
Many different ghosts.
I see a ghost take away the cupcakes (why does everyone want these cupcakes so much?) I whistle and some wungs bring in another cupcake tray. I grab one and devour it. Then I run to the garden to catch up with M of N ((does me following you there bother you? ))
((I think I know who Ghost is…….
This is going way too fast for me……… I’m probably only going to appear once every thirty posts or something.))
I reach for a cupcake ((Hey, Link, we want them because they’re the best ever made! Try one, and you’ll se what I mean)), only to have it snatched out from beneath my fingers by a transparent hand. “Hey! What the heck–”
“I’m sorry,” the ghost says. “It’s been fifty years since I had a cupcake from the H+H.” “Whoa, the Hare and Hedgepig was open fifty years ago?” I say. This is turning out to be a very interesting ball…….
I strike up a conversation with the ghost, a girl about my age wearing a faded green dress with what looks like red food coloring on it. She was a student at MA in 1959, but other than that she sounds much like me.
There’s another stain on her dress, too. It looks much realer than the other one.
The song was ending. I walked over to the DJ Box and set it to “Purple People Eater”.
“It was a one-eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater…”
“Indeed,” I replied to Lady Midnight. “I am a sea captain, though under a terrible curse. I am doomed to roam the ocean eternally, in storm and fair weather, down through the ages until the seas run dry. I can only return to shore on nights of great supernatural significance when the normal is overwhelmed by the bizarre. Such as this one. Apologies if I seem a bit clumsy… after a few centuries of nothing but baleful hornpipes, the waltz tends to present a challenge.”
Still looking for my hat I notice several people dancing to a song about a flying people eater. I think I’ll go out onto the Veranda and look.
I suppress a small giggle,
“Don’t worry, sir, I have clumsiness worries of my own, this train is bothering me a bit, I’ll have to admit…
Do tell me though, what ship do you command? And what sort of a crew have you, under this curse? I am most interested in such matters.” I say, changing the subject as I twirl out, and wondering slightly who it is that I’m dancing with.
“Ahh!” I shriek as I trip, grabbing at my mask, but not before revealing who I am.
“I suppose it’s not much of a loss, I was always quite dreadful at being mysterious!’ I say, blushing and looking around while replacing my mask (this is a masked ball, so even if everyone knows who I am, I’ll keep it on) if nothing else. it will keep me from standing out too much.
I step slowly into the hall.
It looks…perfectly normal. Dim, but then, the whole room is candle-lit, and there is only a small candleabra here, casting shadows on the wall. I hear footsteps behind me, and whirl around–but it is merely a fellow muser.
“I guess it was just my imagination after all. Maybe I’ll go back and check out those cookies.†Atomica heads for the refreshments table, with small bolts of static electricity trailing after her.
I take another step into the hall; it is delightfully cool, after the crush of the ballroom. A breath of air stirs my upswept locks, and I turn my head, searching for its source–
And stare directly into the ice-blue eyes of a ghost.
He is a ghost because of the frigidity he leaves in the air, and because no human male could be so frightfully, terrifyingly beautiful. His skin is the pale color of death and his eyes are hollow and haunted, but I have never seen bones so finely formed, nor hair so midnight-black, nor eyes so penetratingly blue as his. I stand agape.
He speaks, and his breath forms clouds in the air in spite of the warmth of the evening. “Are you one of those loud humans from the Academy?” He gestures to the ballroom.
There is distaste in his perfect voice, and I feel a strange, sudden heartache that he should feel so condescending towards me. The only thought in my thunderstruck mind is to please him.
“N-no,” I answer, ashamed even of my stutter. But he doesn’t seem to notice; to my utter surprise, his gorgeous face relaxes, and he looks penetratingly at me. “I suppose I should have known.” His voice is admiring, and my heart nearly stops. “One such as you would not be so commonplace. What is your name?”
“N-Nyx,” I stutter for the second time.
“Nyx, the embodiment of Night,” he says. “How utterly fitting.” He lifts my hand and kisses it. His lips are like ice–so why is it that a warm burn thrills through my veins at his touch?
He seems to be expecting me to say something, so I manage to ask, “Is this your house?”
His face darkens. “It was,” he says, and his voice is rougher–“until you humans intruded.”
I apologize, and he looks suddenly horrified. “I did not mean you, of course. You are not one of them–I did not mean to imply–”
He seems so genuinely distressed that I hurry to forgive him, but he only furrows his brow. “I must make up this tresspass to you. I shall–I shall–” He glances down the hall, into the darkness. “I shall give you a grand tour of this mansion. Would you like that?”
I nod eagerly, and he begins to lead me down the hall, his ice-cold hand in mine. It is extremely dark; “Shouldn’t we bring the candleabra?” I venture timidly.
He laughs, and something in that laugh sends chills up and down my spine. “No,” he says in his smooth and seductive voice, “we shall not need light where we are going.”
Soon what little light that is escaping the ballroom fades, and I am forced to rely completely on my ghostly guide’s strong grip. I sense that we pass a threshold; we enter a room where–my eyes delight–a small square of moonlight escapes the dusty snare of a window.
The mysterious spirit lets go of my hand. “I have something to show you,” he says, his voice floating out of the darkness. “I shall only be a moment.”
He disappears, and I walk to the moonlit square of carpet, still thrilled by my adventure. The window offers a pleasing view of the autumn grounds, and I lean idly against the windowpane, willing my heart to stop pounding and the flush to go down in my warm cheeks…
My hand that is tracing the windowsill bumps against a sharp object. I stop and look down, the buzzing in my mind dissapating.
It is a thick, heavy knife, of all things–made of an expensive metal, perhaps silver. It is finely wrought, with images of werewolves and bats carved upon its handle, and its blade honed to a sharp, fatal point. I hold it up to the light of the moon, and hear footsteps behind me–it is the spirit returning. I smile and look up to see his reflection in the glass–
My blood runs cold.
For the phantom’s once-godlike face is horribly distorted, grown monstrous and horrifying. His icy eyes are now an ember-red, and his pale cheeks are strangely flushed, as if lit from within. But most terrifying are the long, evil fangs sprouting from his open, searching mouth. He leans lovingly towards my throat–
WIth a scream, I whirl, and the silver knife in my hand leaps towards him as with a mind of its own. For a split second it sprouts from his chest, where the empty cavity stands for his missing heart–and then he begins to scream, and scream, an unearthly, keening wail that fills my mind and heart with pure, undistilled terror. His burning eyes penetrate my very soul–I am dying, dying from the sound and feel of them…
Sobbing, stumbling, I fall out of the room, up the midnight-dark hall, past the candleabra; I cannot see for the horrifying image that is held in front of my staring eyes, of the vampire dead or dying.
I fall. I lie, very still, on the thickly carpeted floor of the hall.
Slowly senses return–I hear the merry chatter of my fellow ball-goers, the steady, reassuring beat of familiar songs, the smell of chocolate eclairs and cider and the feel of warmth seeping into my chilled bones. I open my eyes; I am standing in the ballroom, by the refreshments table, where I was before I took my leave of Madame Cygnus and Atomica Sparks. Several musers are looking at me curiously; I feel my cheek with one hand and find it cold as ice.
“Would you care to dance?” one of them asks uncertainly.
I gather myself, breathe deeply in the cool musty autumn air, the smell of warm cider, and–very faintly–the icy odor of spirits lurking just beyond the shadows of the candles, seen and unseen.
I shudder.
“Yes,” I answer. “I could use some merriment.” I step forwards to dance–but not before setting down the cold, silver serving knife that is in my hand upon the bountiful table.
I slip into the ballroom through the back door, shimmy against the wall, and roll under a refreshment table. I’m wearing a simple black dress, one I usually wear at concerts, and a black mask tied around my head with a ribbon.
When a jazzy song starts playing, the feet that surround the table walk away. My hand sneaks up and grabs some food. I inspect my findings. A Chokolit elclair and some whipped cream. Yum.
After I finish eating, I try to stake out my surroundings. I want to get some good people-watching in before the night is out.
((Sorry to double post, but PLEASE don’t notice me immedietly. I want to be inconspicuous until the 21st at LEAST.))
( IMPORTANT NOTE: to understand previous Kirby and Meta-Knight posts, and to understand this one, you will need to have watched all the episodes of the show Kirby- Right Back at Ya! [or in Japan, Hoshi No Kirby ]. I apologize for any inconvenience. Also, I’m NOT ‘The Ghost’)King DDD: Heh, heh, heh. Those ghosts are amazing.
Escargoon: Yeah, they are doing everything we tell them.
N.M.E. Frontman: And That’s Not All! For just a little more, I can send them the command to merge into a phantom Masher.
Escargoon: It sounds good, but worried about ‘a little’ more means.
King DDD: (to Escargoon) Shut up, you foo’! (to N.M.E. Frontman) It sounds excellent! Send the command now!
Escargoon: *gasp* But Sire!
King DDD: Heh, heh, heh, Looks like a party that is a smash is going to be smashed!
N.M.E. Frontman: Okay, DDD! The command has been sent. Now for the cost… *types on calculator* *shows impossibly large amount on bottom of screen*
King DDD and Escargoon: Ack! *faints*
MEANWHILE:
The ghosts suddenly disappear for 5 min. and form into the Phantom Masher. The P.M. stands outside. He floats up into the air, open his wings, and uses the to charge up his mega blast. He blasts it into the ground and causes and earthquake and a 100 foot wide lava pit 50 ft. from the academy. He then turns invisible and yells very loudly for 10 sec., causing part of the wall to collapse into the lava pit. He then dives underground so that he can damage the foundation.
MEANWHILE:
Meta Knight sees all this and quickly runs into the ball room.
He says, “EVERYONE, GET OUT NOW! THERE’S A MONSTER OUTSIDE DESTROYING THE…” But before he can finish, a giant spiked ball comes out of the floor underneath him and knocks him into space. A great roar is heard down below. The apocalypse had started…
[Again, I apologize for ANY inconvenience. Really. Have A Nice Day!
]
King DDD: Huh, what the… (to Escargoon) You foo’! It done double submitted! *bonks Escargoon on the head multiple times*Escargoon: *bonk* But *bonk* Sire *bonk* It *bonk* is *bonk* not *bonk* my *bonk* FAULT! *bonk* Ooohhh… *faints*
King DDD: It wasn’t? Oh, I’m so sorry, I never thought… Escargoon? ESCARGOON?! Oh no, I done sent him to the fishbowl in the sk-
Escargoon: *gets up* Yeah, you never did think…
King DDD: Huh?! *gasp* Grrrrr…
Escargoon: AUGH! *runs away*
King DDD: *grabs mallet and begins chasing Escargoon* Get back here, you good for nothing…
Me: Sorry for double submitting, everyone! *blushes*
(((227,228- Look, I don’t know who you are, but this is not the kind of post we are looking for. PLEASE, take it elsewhere.
I’m having dancing dilemmas, because I really don’t know who’s free to dance and stuff, since I haven’t been able to keep up.)))
I spin, and somehow fall into the closest dancer. “S-sorry!” I stutter, pulling myself away from himmer when Tiernah collides into me, screaming. “G-ghost!” she stutters, and her cat ears have wine dripping from them onto her dress.
I pull her up, staring at her. “What ghost? Where?” I ask quietly, trying to get away from the fallen dancer. As I was trying to eat a cupcake while dancing, they have stains all over their costume and are staring at it.
(Can someone be the dancer who got cupcake stains?)
(( (227, 228) Please review the guidelines for this thread stated at the top of the page. Your posts sound like you’re gearing up for action of the very sort everyone on the Planning Thread agreed should be off limits for this event. There are plenty of other threads for explosions and apocalyptic mayhem.
Any such developments here will be considered figments of the blogger’s imagination and subject to zappage. ))
((Have MA students been getting into the teachers’ punch bowl again? We’ll have to keep a closer watch on it.))
(((201, 206, 217): The Rooftop Garden is now open, if a bit chilly.))
I stumble into Crystl Lin, screaming something about a ghost, and furious that something pushed me into a bowl of wine.
“It-it pushed me into the wine!” I explode, furious. I know people are staring, and my face starts to turn pink as I blush. I dash off to the rooftop garden, pushing a person dressed as a wood nymph. I know Crystl Lin is chasing me, because I can hear her, but I hide inside a gazebo curtained with vines.
((Some friend I am. I leave to get cookies and my friend nearly gets killed by a vampire.))
” Eh… sorry,” I sputtered to the figure I had bumped into. “Silly mortals,”he muttered and walked away. After that I took to twirling around the ballroom floor, of course dizzying myself. I jumped as I heard a blood curling scream from the upstairs. I twirled into the refreshment table.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “Such things are bound to happen, and they shouldn’t spoil your enjoyment of the dance.
As to your question, I am the captain of a Dutch man-of-war – or rather, what was once a man-of-war. It’s hard to tell what sort of ship she is when half her timbers have rotted away and barnacles cluster two inches thick on the hull.” I sighed wistfully. “She was a good ship, and still is, for all that she’s falling apart. I suppose even after the hull and masts are gone, the spectral shade of the Flieger Hollander will sail on – for she is no longer bound to the surface of the sea, and can soar above it with no more sound or effort than the albatross.
A good ship and a good crew – with every year, I regret more my actions that doomed them to this fate. Adelbert, and Arnoud, and… ” I broke off. “I’m sorry, I can’t go on.”
Anyone can join?
My costume is a silver dress, glass slippers (duhh), long sparkly earrings, a tiara over long blonde hair, and a mirrored mask.
I ran in, late as usual, and looked over the array of masked people. Suddenly, someone shoved me hard and I looked down at myself to find… cupcake stains? “Ewwwww!” I wailed. It was chaos in there. Some loud song I didn’t know was playing over the speakers, several people had stained outfits, and most of them looked like they’d just seen a ghost. I figured they probably had, since a plate of choklit eclairs had just flown at me when I was sure no one had touched it. In fact, there seemed to be every type of ghost, spook and evil force present that night, and I felt sure that at least some of them were not costumes.
237 – Actually, you may be surprised to find that the Disney (Fun!) company is what made the “glass slipper” idea famous. The most common type of shoe in Cinderella stories is gold.
238- Actually, it used to be fur. Someone made a mistake in their French- the word for “glass” is similar to the word for “fur”- and that’s why Cinderella has glass slippers.
Anyway. We can wear wigs, right? Blonde isn’t my natural hair color, and mine is neither straight nor long….
I figured I had to do SOMETHING about those awful cupcake stains, so I tried to find a bathroom and ended up in a rooftop garden.((Where is the bathroom? I need to fix my dress.))
((Dow? Where are you? Oh well, I’ll just have to wait))
The music stoped momentarily, and I quickly went and put a spooky waltz on. It came out through the speakers positioned through out the room, and a new dance began.
I sighed unhappily. No one would be free to dance with what was happening at that moment. So, once again, I slipped into the DJ box and played Singing in the Rain, and went back onto the dance floor, to dance with myself. “Hullo!” Said a small ghost in a strong northern accent. She looked me straight in the eye, she had icy blue ones, and I guess all she saw in my dark eyes was her own reflection, so she started talking, very fast. “Um, pardon me, could you repeat that?” I asked. She just rolled her eyes and disappeared. I guess ghosts don’t like it when they don’t know what you’re thinking. My face was expressionless, and my fierce eyes hid everything.
I kept on dancing by myself, and finally, I became so bored with dancing, I started to sing the words to the song quietly to myself.
“Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo…
I’m singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
I’m happy again
I’m laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun’s in my heart
And I’m ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I’ve a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin’,
Singin’ in the rain
Dancin’ in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I’m happy again!
I’m singin’ and dancin’ in the rain!”
The song finished abruptly and I sorta let the last note hang their longer…
I waddle my large, fat, pink self onto the dance floor, considerably later than usual. I drop and start breakdancing, and promptly discover that it is impossible to dance at all when you are a large pink ball. Obviously Kirby did not go to his senior prom. Removing the somewhat movement-hampering magenta costume, I don the slightly more maneuverable coustume of Link. Always the center of attention, I run out onto the middle of the floor, produce a large swordsman from somewhere, and attack him, yelling “FINAL SMAAASH!”./\
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O GAPAs, could you please try to make this come out the way I want it to? If you can’t, don’t worry. The blog’s programming isn’t your fault. Thanks.
I listened to Captain Vanderdecken tell his story. I’d read the legend in school, but I’d had no idea it was true!
A girl wailed “Ewwww!” at the next table. She was wearing a silver dress, tiara and mirrored mask. Even with the mask on, I could tell that she was stressed.
“Are you okay?” I asked “I’m Atomica. I think that mask’s very nice.”
(242)…
…NO FAIR!
*inhales link’s final smash*
*be comes fighter kirby*
ROUNDHOUSE!
BUCK AND JAB!
BUCK AND JAB!
BUCK AND JAB!
BUCK AND JAB!
UPPER CUT!
…eat your heart out, ‘Eragon’. If that is who you really are.
META KNIGHT: The monster potion must be wearing out…
((omg, this thread is really deteriorating. I never frequented the planning thread, but even I know that this is not the sort of events that were hoped for at the FORMAL MASQUE BALL for Halloween. Seriously people, please stop it with all the whacko pointless Kirby stuff. It’s getting annoying.))
242- You thief!I’m already dressed up as link and kirby is already, kirby!
244- you want to feel a real link final smash?
I put on a strange mask and turn into Fierce Deity Link
Destroying all of the weird stuff with kirby and meta knight and king ddd.
227- 228- Quit doing this! And how are the ghosts evil?
They’re just chatting with us! some of us actually knew them!
245- I agree totally! I’m going to the rooftop garden
I storm off
Tevreden, GAPAs, follow through on your statement in 231 and retrozap 243-244.
“I am in full agreement,” I said to the green-capped, blond-haired personage as he stormed off. “Some of those ghosts are my relatives.”
(((247) I’ve crossed out the posts that seemed to violate the continuity. Will that do the trick?))
249- I was supporting the “no wild adventures” thing. I make a wild adventure where the original wild adventurers die/are sent away to who knows where. I wasn’t part of the wild adventures committee.
If you want to see some violations of the no wild adventures rule, go to the rooftop garden, I just left because of the talking plants and magic mind powers and worm holes.
(for the record, my ghost thing on that thread does NOT count as no wild adventures. It’s part of my character’s back story. If you cross it out I will re post it.)
((Apologies if my last post is included under the “wild adventures” heading–I intended it to be short, but got a bit carried away as the idea grew.))
I whirl about the room with my unnamed partner; as soon as the song ends, they bow and glide through the wall–it was yet another ghost. Perhaps they are not all bad, then.
I head towards the rooftop garden to look at the stars and have a breath of fresh air.
250- Yes, I saw the Rooftop Garden.
(250, 253) The garden has been pruned.
(252) Bundle up. The temperature is 31 degrees Fahrenheit with the wind chill. Slight chance of snow tomorrow. Fortunately, we installed overhead heat lamps in the gazebo and covered walkways.
254–The weather sounds absolutely beautiful. No sarcasm intended. None whatsoever. (Really, I mean it–it’s in the 50s or so here, maybe 40s–feels a bit chill, but very warm compared to what I’m used to this time of year.)
(255) Ha! As soon as I posted, I thought: “I bet Luna the Lovely will enjoy the weather.” It sounds good to me, too, in fact.
256–
that funny! Great minds think alike, and all that. 
Walking back from the veranda, I hear a waltz come on. Walking up to A Wood Nymph I ask her to dance. Still can’t find my cat.
139- If you don’t care for mortals, I am not mortal. I live in my secrecy under my cloak, and flash my pies before they kiss you good splat.
I slip swiftly to the DJ box as the music ends, and insert “She Sells Sanctuary”. My lips curved into a cynical smile, and my bag of spike pies wafted the smells of baked golfball and hot metal up to me. I sat down next to The Cloaked One.
I walked over to Nyx and apologized for leaving her in the hallway. Then I asked her what her favorite scary poem was.
240 – ((Sorry for the wait. I’ve been away for a few days.)) “Sorry, but I’m not much of a dancer. Although I do like a nice waltz now and again. Sure, I’ll dance.”
As I sit in my corner, awaiting a response from the Cloaked One, i see DOW ((sorry, too lazy to copy the symbols)) accept the Sullen Spirit’s invitation to dance. My eyes flash, angrily. How dare he brush me off, claiming to not be much of a dancer, and then agree to dance with the next female to ask? He had best watch out, I think. Afterall, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. He will regret his decision.
Feeling quite bored, I decide that balls are not for me, and make for the exit.
I end up dragging another girl into the ballroom, sighing and looking tired.
“Just GREAT!” I scream at the top of my lungs, and then blush because everyone’s looking at us.
Knight Hawk approaches me and asks if I would like to dance. “Why certainly,” I replied.
243- Oops, didn’t realize that you’d be talking to me. I’ve already gone and tried to find a bathroom so I could fix my dress. I ended up going to the rooftop garden. GAPAs, could you cross out the second half of my last post?
“Thanks,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “Do you know if there’s any way I could get these stains off my dress? I don’t want to start dancing until I look presentable at least.”
“I don’t know,” I answer, blushing. After all, it was me that created the stains in the first place!
“Maybe you should try the washrooms-I know where they are. I was trying to eat an eclair while spinning fast, and ended up splattering it everywhere! I have a feeling someone got a cherry stuck in their nose-come this way!” Feeling somewhat better, I lead Cinderella to the washrooms, first making sure I have no chocolate on my hands.
I come back into the ballroom, having decided that ghosts are fairly normal compared to the talking plants, wormholes, and magical jewels in the rooftop garden. I notice that several ghosts of young children are throwing food at innocent passerby. I walk up to them and inform them that being dead doesn’t give you the right to start food fights whenever you please, but they just giggle, smash a plate of eclairs on the floor, and vanish. I reach for a nearby mop to clean it up, but in the blink of an eye, a helpful custodian wung grabs it and mops up the choklity mess, while a waiter wung brings in a new plate of eclairs. “Thanks!” I say. To my surprise, they say “No problem!” in unison, then go (how do wungs move? Do they have feet?) back into the kitchen. This is turning out to be a very odd dance.
ƉϴϢ accepted my invitation to dance, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl in a dark blue cloak give ƉϴϢ a glare and start muttering to herself, but I paid her no mind. ƉϴϢ lead me out onto the dance floor as a waltz began. We danced slowly at first, but sped up along with the music. In no time we were twirling a a dizzying rate, but it was all the more exhilarating. “I thought you said you were not much of a dancer,” I whispered to ƉϴϢ so that only he could hear. “Well, I guess I underestimated myself,” he replied.
254- I’ll be fine. I’m not Luna the Lovely but I too like the cold.
I crawl out from underneath the table and onto the dance floor. I sway back and forth as if I was dancing, all the while looking for a good balcony to hide in.
I walk quickly through the crowd and towards the stairs to the rooftop garden. They aren’t the best, but they’ll have to do.
Then, I chastize myself for being stupid. “Of course,” I think. “The garden would be the best place to people-watch, not down here in a ballroom with no hiding places.” I slide up the stairs and out into the fresh air.
((262- Truth is, I didn’t like the song. I mean you no ill feelings. I was in more of a brooding mood then, but I’m not now.))
269- I add, “Perhaps it’s just the music. Anything from the last 100 years stinks. This, however, is more acceptable.”
272-“I fully agree with you.” I chuckled at ƉϴϢ’s remark. The waltz ended, and I sat down at the nearest chair to catch my breath. ƉϴϢ followed me. “Thank you for the dance,” I told him breathlessly. “Care for another once I have recovered? Unless you would like to dance with her again.” I jerked my head over to the Druidess.
The rooftop garden opens with a flourish. The snark-hunter seems to have disappeared (until further notice). I enter alone, my gown sweeping around me and hat cocked slyly over my shocking black eyes.
((273–“unless you would like to dance with her again”? Hate to break it to you, but he never danced with me at all.))
After my initial, furious reaction to ƉϴϢ’s acceptance of a dance with the Sullen Spirit, I realized I was being stupid. It probably wasn’t anything personal–perhaps he just didn’t like the song, or just didn’t feel like dancing at the time–he was, afterall, in a very brooding mood. He probably just thought it would be more tactful to say he just wasn’t much of a dancer. I settle back into my chair, and ocntinue observing the people out on the dance floor.
((275-Oh. Whoops. I thought you did….Anyways, I didn’t mean for it to sound mocking, I just italicized the her because I “jerked my head in your direction” as I said it.))
Sighing at all of the drama mere mortals can create, I finally pour myself a goblet of hot apple cider, nicely spiced with a hint of cinnamon. Keeping my one hand on my other arm, I drank slowly from the goblet, scanning the crowd over the top of the drink. Placing the goblet with a satisfied THUNK on the table, I walked away, rather briskly, as I was impatient to get back to my corner. Slipping in and out of the shadows, you can’t help but see some people’s real personalities. One who was trying to be unnoticed gave a small whimper of either fright or was restraining herself from crying. Good heavens. I shrug and go back to my corner, cross my legs, tuck my arms in my sleeves once more, adjust my boots and tug on the hem of my dress. Yes, yes, I’m a bit anal-retentive for a non-mortal, but someone has to be…
((No problem. And allis now forgiven with the italicized her as well…..
))
267- “Oh, thank you!” I followed Crystl to the washrooms and there fixed my dress. When I felt ready, I went out into the ballroom and asked the DJ to play “Everytime We Touch.” I was surprised to find that it was actually played- at most balls I’d been to, the DJs didn’t actually take requests. I danced by myself to the electronica beat, seeing very few males out on the dance floor, and waited for someone to ask me to dance.
((Can someone ask me to dance?))
Seeing as I had not been doing much, I decided to make some sketches of this beautiful eventide. I completed several with little trouble. However, as I was trying to find a good angle of the band, someone cleared his or her throat. I looked up, and a flutist was glaring at me. Resisting the urge to capture his beak-like nose, chin that was as sharp as an axe, and beady eyes, I gave my most innocent smile. He asked what I was doing in a voice that was colder than Siberia. His tone clearly stated that he wasn’t expecting the answer to be good.
would be an understatement.
“Well, good sir, I was trying to sketch your charming self and your lovely band.”
“May I suggest that you do it off of the stage?”
I scrambled down. I hadn’t realized I was on the stage.
If my face were a smiley,
To shake off embarrassment and give me something to do, I decided to dance. Alone. I didn’t really mind, because a number of others were doing so, and I probably would have anyway. I smiled and started doing the swing. When the song changed to a waltz, a finger tapped my shoulder. A mechanical man was standing behind me. “Dash!” I exclaimed gleefully. “I haven’t seen you in ages! Did Romstede steal you?” He nodded stiffly. “How?” I persisted. In reply, he waved his arms in a complex manner. “What’s wrong?” I turned him. “Your voice box is missing!” Dash seemed glum. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it at home. Right now, let’s just enjoy the dance!”
Atomica approaches me, and apologizes for leaving me in the hallway. “Oh goodness, don’t apologize. It was my own fault.”
She asks me what my favorite scary poem is. “Hmm…perhaps The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot,” I answer. “It’s a bit long, so I can’t recite it for you, but it’s phenomonal.” I take a sip of cider. “What’s yours?”
Wood Nymph accepts my invataion to dance, and we begin swaying to the music. The song changes, but we continue dancing the waltz.
“What is your favorite spooky poem?” I ask her.
“Oh dear,” I mutter, checking the gold pocket watch that was always hidden in one of the folds of my dress. It was wrong, as I feared. I shrugged, and strode onto the dance floor, cloak flowing. I smiled and nodded at a few, and went over to Cinderella.
“Hello,” I said, and joined her dancing. I was terribly clumsy dancing with others, so I preferred myself as a partner.
[224~ A Twilight moment, if I ever saw one…….I must say though,I enjoyed that more than the actual books.)
(236~) “Don’t worry, I suppose I shouldn’t have asked…” I trailed off, sensing discomfort. We had drifted over to the edge of the dance floor near one of the tables laden with food from the Hare and Hedgepig, I recognized the Wung Buttons at once.
Nearby a girl with cupcake stains had just been ushered out by a few others-to the washroom presumably- and returns a moment or two later, looking much better and very relieved.
Soon the floor has a few dancers venturing out again, but this time to a more modern piece……
Behind me in the shadows I hear two voices chuckling about how music from the past 100 years is not worth listening to. I smile to myself, agreeing, but leaving some exceptions.
A Wood Nymph and a Night Hawk waltz by, ignoring he modern beat of the music, but somehow managing to pull it off.
Perhaps the rest of the evening will be quieter, more elegant and formal, like it was intended to be, I glance around, glad that the cupcakes have been cleaned up, the mess is taken care of and hoping that chaos won’t break out again. As I’m looking around, I think I see a figure dressed in black disappear under a table, I look again and can see no traces of it, shaking my head slightly I figure that I just imagined it, or else they don’t care to be noticed just yet.
I reflect on the question for a moment. “I’m not sure,” I finally say. “Either ‘The Bells’, by Poe, or ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mare. I don’t think either of them are generally considered spooky, but I find them spooky. What’s your favorite spooky poem?”
“No, it’s fine. I understand you’re also a seafarer. What ships have you crewed aboard?”
“Drat, that’s torn it,” I say as my mask slips off. “Oh, well. I suppose I’ll take my own advice and continue enjoying the ball.” I adjust it and take another sip of the cider.
((I knew it was you! Get yourself over to the BA thread, please, POSOC. We need you. Well, not quite this minute, but I’d be much obliged if you had a discussion with us. ZVX kinda wrote you in, and while you don’t have to join– you’re not exactly there with us, anyway– if you don’t absolutely hate BA it would be appreciated. No Titans, I promise. Although, you probably do hate BA, at this point…… judging from what you said in the rooftop garden…….. But we really do need you, and you can have some time and a discussion to think about it, and BA:TNG is a lot less silly than BA was at the end…….. Please?
Sorry for interrupting you. This is the first time I’ve seen you in weeks, and I had to get you while you were on.))
I was outside and ready to leave when a thought hit me. A live band! I rush away quickly, and later return with three other oddly dressed people. “Ready guys?” I say, grinning. We enter the ballroom elegantly, and go up onto the stage. “Hello everyone! Uh, well,” I stuttered, “Put your hands together for Revolving Oasis!” I manage to say into the microphone while slipping on my guitar. “1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4!” We start playing Werewolves of London, deciding that the Monster Mash was pretty lame.
228- “Ah. Well, I might join in at some point. How long has it been since BA ended?”
((290-I believe you mean 288. But anyway.))
“What do you mean, how long has it been since BA ended? I don’t know, maybe two months? I’ll have to check……. does it matter particularly?”
“In story, not on the blog. As some of the characters have children, it has to have been a few years.”
292-“Oh, right. Sorry. Twelve years.”
283- Smiling, I said hello to the figure dancing next to me. “What’s your name? Mine’s… well, for now it’s Cinderella.”
((Can you give some costume details, ♪?))
“Oh, feel free to recite it, Nyx. I kind of like Spellbound by Emily Bronte.
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.”
((I ‘m wearing a loose,pale white dress with deep folds, and a maroon cloak. I have a white mask on.))
“Why hello, Cinderella!,” I said. “My name is ♪. It’s in the language where I come from, Fonopia. ” I took a sip of cider from a goblet. “Those are magnificant slippers,” I commented, gesturing to the slippers that were on her feet.
“Any male dancers?” I call out with a flirty look on my face. “I promise I won’t step on your toes…”
“Nice mask, ♪.” I comment, glancing over at the tables next to me…
“fonopia? where’s that?” I ask the girl with the pale white dress and maroon cloak, who’s name seems to be some strange syllables, which, when put together can only be represented with ♪.
((I’m so sorry, I’ve been busy! Fill me in, please!))
((About the absence of males: I think it’s safe to say that the participants in the Muse Academy Ball include many students who are not being played by current MuseBloggers. There should be no shortage of potential partners.))
((Robert, I’m afraid you lost me. Are you saying there are old MBers on here who are not currently active on other threads, or are the GAPAs playing characters? Or what? I’m confused.))
((There must be characters in the background, so to speak, whom nobody is playing. You can think of them as part of the scenery, like wungs. Otherwise you’ve got an awfully small ball.))
((Oh, I think I get it. So we could “create” some random male to dance with us? That makes sense, I think.))
As the action grew, my interest waned, but I’m still available for dancing, if there are still any interested partnerless ballgoers. Please excuse my lack of consistent attendance.
As the multidimensional nature of the ball allows though, I think it might be possible to start another dance before one has ended, too.
*Mops up a swash of saltwater and eelgrass*
((Oh dear. I’ve been away far too long… 6 days longer than I intended to. Meanwhile, the thread has rather more than doubled in size. *sighs* I suppose I’ll catch up later, seeing at it is sleepy-time for me.))
I walk quietly into the room, my small black and red dress dragging behind. My spidery butterfly wings flutter and I hold my candle high, as I drip wax down my hand.
The song changes again, but we still waltz. Wood Nymph tells me “‘The Bells’, by Poe, or ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mare. I don’t think either of them are generally considered spooky, but I find them spooky. What’s your favorite spooky poem?”
I reply that I enjoy Poe’s the Raven. Although it is also not spooky.
The ballroom seems a lot more crowded now, with a lot of males who are just staring off into space.
“The Raven has some delightfully spooky parts,” I say, as we waltz to an unheard flute and violin. “Most things Poe wrote are spooky, intentionally or not.” I shudder slightly, thinking of “The Mask of the Red Death” and “The Black Cat.”
Smirking at the “magical” appearance of so many blank-faced males now mooning about the ball, I adjust my mask. It’s a bit itchy, really, and the glitter seems to be falling into my lap.
Spooky poems seem to be the topic of choice, but I’d rather discuss spooky songs. Frankly, the song of choice would by “Hotel California,” a well-known song, but interesting lyrics.
I stand up and stretch my legs. I begin to walk to the DJ’s box, keeping in shadows. I hear someone fall in step behind me, and I turn to see who it is.
“JERAN!” I nearly shout. “Hey, why are you back?” My brow furrows. “You left so abruptly!” I balled my fists.
“Whoa, whoa, [Name omitted,] you were always so feisty… That’s why we got along so perculiarly.” He smirked.
“Hehe,” I mocked his quiet laugh. “You could’ve followed me, Jeran! Why didn’t you? Why did you pick being a ghost rather than, well, like me?”
“I thought it to be rather fun to run about scaring mortals. But I see you can do that without being a ghost,” He glanced at me, and gave me his quirky lopsided smile.
“Jeran!!” I punched him, but my hand went whizzing through him. “Dangnabit!” I yelled, flinching as heads turned my way.
“Nah, it’s ’cause I don’t want to live a half-life. I want to be gone permanently. I can’t have flesh like you. I can’t feel pain. …But I can’t feel love, that’s awful. I miss her so much..” His voice trailed as he remembered his lost love. I liked Jeran before that snooty girl captured him.
“Sentimentalities aside, “(That’s Jeran for ya, recovering quickly…) “I think it’s better. I’m not obligated to keep up a facade like you. Well, I’m being pulled back again… ouch… sorry, I hafta go, ow, bye!” He waved as he dissipated into mist.
I stood there, shocked. He liked being a ghost? I loved it like this, but I missed him so much!! We had split for eternity.
Shaking my head sadly, I walked over to the DJ’s box, and played the song, Hotel California. I walked back to my corner, head down and tears dripping onto the floor. Why I was crying, it was beyond me. I guess I’ll see him next year, I thought to myself. I wiped away my tears and sat, adjusting my dress. I leaned back against the wall and let the familiar melody wash away my sadness.
((I agree, Hotel California is one scary song.))
((Didn’t I post here? Oh, well. Can someone help me out? I seem to have been totally ignored.
))
This person named Lennon and …Lucas, I believe, mopes forlornly about, looking at everyone sadly, as if his dog was kicked and someone took his lunch money.
Wiping away the remnants of my tears, I brace myself and walk over to them. I don’t interact with mortals very often, and I had no idea how this would go… so…
Tapping them on the shoulder-“Excuse me, would you care to dance?”
Oh dear…
((I haven’t posted lately. Phooey.))
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. “Excuse me, would you care to dance?”
I turned around and saw a cloaked figure. My eyes widened, until I remembered it was a costume party and people would be scary. I grinned. “Sure! Who… or, rather, what… are you?”
((309- who is Jeran exactly?))
“Thanks,” I reply to Crystl “Noelani” Lin. “I like yours too.”
Taking another sip from my goblet, I turn to Link.
“Fonopia? Well, that’s….” Suddenly a wave of memories came pouring over me. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of them. “It’s gone now, I’m afraid. We were chased out by evil things, quite impossible to describe. But it used to be many miles away from here.” I looked over at the many dancers, smiling as a person with a clock asked a lady to dance.
“Where are you from?” I inquired.
((314!!))
The appearance of Jeran brings back so many memories. He was my best friend, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back when… we played on the swing set together, we had our first roller-coaster ride together… but we left for college. He to one, I to the other. I had an… accident at school, and so I’ve simply roamed the earth in my current form, my name and persona unknown to any one. Except Jeran, and other “spirits” (for lack of a better word,) Jeran, I guess, had an accident too, but he chose to leave earth. I retained most of my physique, Jeran dropped his in favor of an ethereal body. Jeran only comes (and goes) at the bidding of the High One. I am free to control myself, but am limited beyond what mortals are limited with. I cannot get ill, I cannot die, I am doomed to feel emotions for the rest of my days. Jeran and I, boy I wish Jeran came back…
((313-Sorry, slightly sidetracked.))
“Sure! Who… or, rather, what… are you?” asked L’n’L.
“Well… I’m not quite exactly sure. What we’re called can’t really be heard by mortals, it’s a “dead” language-excuse the pun, but I’m… I’m a… wanderer. Let’s leave it at that.” I smile, the left corner of my mouth lifting. “But right back atcha’. What are you?”
My smiled broadened as I heard one of my favorite dance songs come on. “Let’s dance.” This was proving to be enjoyable.
((316–you’re depressing me))
((Seeing as DOW does not come on this thread very often, I will make something up so that I don’t have to wait so long for and anwer. Not to offend you DOW, but I am very fidgety.))
“Would you care to dance again?” I asked him, still slightly breathless. “Thank you Sullen, but I think I will take a rest now. Maybe later.” And with that he shuffeled off into a dark corner.
((I am now making up a male))
I saw someone mysteriously hunched over in a far corner. He was wearing a blood red hooded cloak and a midnight black mask. He was sipping from his goblet of what looked like Fire Wine. I quietly made my way over to him, my slippered feet making no sound. I came up behind him. When he turned to face me I saw that his skin was as pale as mine. His bright blue eyes stared questioningly at me. I looked down at his feet only to find that he was floating.
((318-Sorry!!))
“I’m a mixture of John Lennon and George Lucas. See?” I pointed to my outfit. “Lennon and Lucas. Catchy, huh? I like yours. It’s kinda creepy,” I remarked as we started to dance.
I drifted in through a side door that nobody had noticed. I was still coalescing, much to my annoyance. The several bits of personality floating around me all wanted to be attached, but I didn’t want FearOfPeople and FearOfUnknown with me, so I dismissed them.
My face is painted in swirls and swooshes in bright colors and my hair is teased and braided into a colorful poof ball. As for attire, I am wearing a floor length skirt that has definitely seen better times, but has been skillfully patched. The skirt is not long enough to conceal the toes of by boots. The bodice I’m wearing over my shirt looks handmade, though the sleeveless looks fairly new and in good condition. I am also wearing almost shoulder length fingerless black gloves.
Upon seeing the food/drink/munchies table, I wander over to see if there was anything good. There was something I had never seen before, kind of like an air-food, kind of like a large cookie. It is quite good, as I discover en route to the DJ’s box to check the music selections. Nodding approvingly, I wander around the room, noting people, names, windows, entrances and exits, and any other information that might be useful. I think to myself, “You should have left paranoia home.”
“Thanks…” I smile. “Well, I figured the whole ‘dracula/werewolf/ghost/pumpkin’ thing was kind of, “out,” and so I just put my normal clothes on. But since no one wears these kinds of things except wanderers like me, it passes for a costume.” A spicy salsa tune begins to play, and I begin to pick up my dancing pace.
“So, what do you do? I mean, Lennon and Lucas? Do you produce musicals or something?” I grin at my absurdity. Geez, I was smiling a lot lately.
((Last post *:(*))
((319- Oh, sorry! Lo siento! I hadn’t even realised you’d asked me a question, what with the “her” squabble and all. My sincerest apologies.))
After shuffling off to my corner by the window, I thing about the song that’d just been playing, Hotel California by the Eagles. Such a sad song, the lyrics plagued by mournful memories. Much like my own story. Trying to snap out of this depression, I meander to the refreshment table and down two glasses of fire wine. Hair nearly set a-smoldering, I glance around to see if anyone is looking for a dance partner. I see a latecomer, apparently talking to her emotions. Finding this quite intriguing, I walk up to her. “Hello. What’s your name?”
Still waltzing, I ask Wood Nymph
“Would you like something to eat? All this dancing is making me quite famished.”
((POSOC? I’m waiting…….. Go to BA:TNG, at least!))
“Your… normal clothes?” I frowned. “Freaky. So, you really aren’t a student of MA, or what? Anyway.” I motioned to my costume. “Lennon and Lucas was simply a mixture of John Lennon and George Lucas.” I laughed. “Not a company or anything.”
“Certainly,” I say to Knight Hawk. “There were some apple tarts at the table which sound particularly tasty at the moment.”
I love my costume!
We walk over to the refreshments, which are being restocked by the wungs after another mishap by ghosts.
“Apple Tarts sound great, but I think I’ll stay away from the Fire Wine.” I say to Wood Nymph
I laugh and nod. “Me too.”
I decide to teleport myself into the ballroom using the (ohh, ahh, special…) powers that I picked up… somewhere.BLOOOP! Flash! A purple puff of smoke encircles me as I magically appear in midair…. upside-down. “Oops.” I mutter. The magic slowly fades away and I fall headfirst into the Puffin Puffs. Poking my head out of the mass of feathers and beaks, I grab a Puffin Puff, withdraw a pin from my pocket and pop the Puffed Puffin.
Holding it by the beak, I drop it into my mouth. Yummy!! Noticing the scores of people staring at me, I blush and say: “Ah, well, you know, those Puffin Puffs are quite delicious!” Which does nothing to avert the gazes of everybody. Whoever IBCF is dressed up as walks over to me and, looking shocked, asks: “What are you doing in the gourmet Puffin Puffs?” I grin sheepishly and fling, chuck or otherwise hurl assorted pastries, pies, eclairs and stuff at IBCF’s costume. *by the way, GAPAs, it would seem that your homepage and archive list are going through some downtime. The homepage says ‘NOT FOUND sorry but you are looking for something that isn’t here’ and the Archives are BLANK! I was trying to go back to the last ball that MuseBlog held to view POSOC’s “flings, chucks and otherwise hurls pies, eclairs” etc. etc. Just thought you should know, in case something in the programming got messed up.*
I clamber down the stairs, in shock from seeing my own ghost. I think, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…
I sit myself in an armchair, and grabbed some cider. I try to regain my compusure thinking happy thoughts and what I’d do next Tuesday. I’d heard there was a circus in town, and I think I’d be free…
I bury my face in my hands. Oh, what’s the point? I think. I’m just going to die. I murmur something about restrooms, and hurry off down the hallway.
Someone taps my shoulder. “Hey, I think the bathroom’s that way.” En says.
((If anyone noticed it, please disregard my last post. The one where I made up a male. Because know that I think about it, I really don’t want to control another person. So just pretend that I never saw the floating person. This is what will have happened:))
After departing from DOW, I went over to the refreshments table and poured myself another goblet of punch. I also grabbed an eclair, as I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything yet.
If anyone was wondering about the long absence, I fell asleep in a chair in the corner. I walk up to Sullen.
“So… you okay?”
(333-AHAHAHA! Ego alert!)
I walk up to a sad-looking girl, and say “Hey, I think the bathroom’s that way.” I sigh, because this is really making me want some trading cards, and I’m, starting to scream in my search for a dance partner…
And, somehow, I started Irish-dancing in the middle of the floor, intertwining it with some Broadway dance.
((333- well, everyone dies eventually. wait, when did you see your own ghost?))
Surprised by the sudden appearence of a person upside down in the Puffin Puffs, who is currently throwing the eclairs, I walk to the other table and pick up two fresh apple tarts from a wung.
“Thanks.” I say walking back to Wood Nymph and offering her one of the Tarts.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the tart Knight Hawk offers me. I gesture to one of the small tables along the edge of the ballroom. “Shall we sit? Or we could go up to the rooftop garden, though it’s probably kind of cold.”
Taking a raspberry tart in my hand, I decide to sit on one of the chairs to the side.
Slowly recovering, I wake up and murmur “Where am I…?”. And the it all comes back to me. The failed magic…the Puffin Puffs…the eclairs. “Ohhh…” I mutter, remembering just how I managed to get knocked out. Oh yeah. The Puffin Puff’s sharp little beak. Oh, those things hurt. “Must…tell…chef.” I say to myself. I walk up to the cook and promptly tell the story of the not fully cooked Puff. “Oops, my bad.” Mutters the chef. “That won’t happen again.” But my head still hurts.
What’s happening here?
*walks in*
332- Who are you flinging, chucking and otherwise hurling assorted pastries, pies, eclairs and stuff at? Because I can assure you, it isn’t me. The only time I wore a costume was when I dressed up as the fake-looking ghost, and I just did that to snitch a few cupcakes, ‘kay?
I saw Zinc visibly afraid and left my group behind for a moment to talk to her. She was headed for the bathrooms.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?”
I run through the ballroom, dodging dancers, almost colliding with a table of pastries, and then I pass a big window, the moonlight illuminates my face. The symbol on my hand glows. I grow larger, and I begin to undergo a change. My costume begins to look more, real. I look more like Link than I look like someone in a Link costume. I reach a height of 6′ 9″, I raise my sword up and then I howl with pain and rage. Only I’m not me anymore. I AM Link. Link walks through the ballroom, staring down at people cowering in fear.
“I can explain” says two voices, mine, and a deeper, older, voice. This is my curse. Every Halloween I become whatever I’m dressed up as. When the moon shines on me, A mark or symbol on part of my costume starts to glow, then I start to become, whatever I dressed as. It started when I was 13, on Halloween I saw this ghost. The ghost wanted to make trouble, so he cursed me with this. It’ll pass soon, but It’ll come back whenever I get in the moonlight. I’ll find the ghost this year. I can sense his presence and hear his laughter.” Link walked out of the moonlight, and slowly, I shrunk back to my normal size, started to look like me again, and shouted “I’m really, really, sorry, everyone! I’ll try to stay out of the moonlight for a while! well, go back to your dancing!” I run out of the ballroom. hearing evil laughter. I run up a staircase that leading to the rooftop garden, where the laughter seems to be coming from.
((sorry GAPAs , is this too, out there? I tried to make it so that I didn’t do anything really destructive, just something that would get people’s attention.))
I stop my wandering, blink and look up at ƉϴϢ. I don’t really answer ƉϴϢ’s question, I just forget my manners, stumble over my words and generally botch being social. “I’m just latecomer. I’m a little unfocused in this place and am often slow to react. That’s why I’m late.”
I smile lamely and recommend the large air-food cookie thing by breaking off a piece and proffering it.
Remembering my manners again, ” What’s your alias?”
((Oh, dang! I messed up! *slaps forehead* Just pretend you don’t know who I am, okay?))
“Something happen?” I asked weakly. “Something HAPPEN?!” My voice was rising. “How would you like to see your own GHOST?” I stalked off, tears flowing freely until my well of tears was too dry to weep anymore.
((I cry easily.))
I run up to Madame Cygnus, Corpse Bride~To~Be, and hug her tightly.
“AHHH!!!!! I KNOW YOU!!!!!”
I then walk away calmy, over to Link.
“Hey, you okay there bucky?”
Ah! Sorry about the double post, calmly! (384!)
346- I take the cookie thing and take a bite. “My name? ƉϴϢ. And don’t worry about the unfocused thing. Being in thought isn’t something of which to be ashamed. Unless you’re stomach’s as strong as steel, I wouldn’t try the fire wine.”
((Is is just me, or is the font on here different? It seems smaller and fuzzier. Maybe I’m just going blind from being on here so long.))
“I think the table over there” I point over to the East Corner of the room “Would be a safe place to sit. Away from all of the food that is being thrown.”
IBCF: Hurls, chucks and otherwise flings cookies, pies, brownies, eclairs, Puffin Puffs and other assorted pastries at IBCF, who didn’t even guess it was me. Remember Classic Pie War? Zemtee? PUS?
That was fun! They should bring it back.
*A cart outfitted with cleaning supplies suddenly appears, and a wung hands Eragon a broom and dustpan.*
352- Ack! *tries to dodge* *catches several eclairs with mouth and promptly eats them*
Renesme walked up to me. “So…you okay?” she asks. I give her a puzzled look and say, “Why, yes, I am well. Why do you ask?”
I wandered about, munching on eclairs and enjoying the festivities. Suddenly, I saw something that froze my blood. A severed hand was floating around the room! I screamed and turned to run, but the hand grabbed my throat and started to strangle me.
((If you find that confusing… I’ll explain later. Right now, stop it from strangling me.))
I heard a shriek and turned around to see a pretty girl dressed as Cinderella being strangled by a floating severed hand! I ran to her aid, not entirely sure of what I was about to do. I grabbed the hand and pried it’s fingeres away from Cinderella’s neck. Not knowing what to do with it now I threw it in a bowl and poured Fire Wine over it. It twitched, and then was still. I gaped at it, swaying from side to side. I fell backwards and somebody caught me.
Catching Sullen Spirit, I mutter, “Apparently that wine affects you whether you drink it or not. Are the both of you okay?”
“Sing like nobody’s listening,
Live like it’s Heaven on Earth,
Work like you don’t need money,
Love like you’ve never been hurt,
And dance like no one’s watching.” I said under my breath. I decided that the band could play without me (because of course, everyone could do without me), and try to find a dance partner. “Would anyone care to dance?” I say quietly. Memories stick with people to long.
“Wonderful!” I exclaim, heading to the table, where I sit down with my apple tart and punch.
I drift in late – as usual. My forest green tee hides recently acquired subtly corded muscle – though as I move towards the source of the sound, the thing that really catches people’s attention is the color of my worn trunks, an eye-watering orange.
Glad that most of those attending were involved in a commotion involving a petite girl dressed as Cinderella, I slip behind the speakers and quickly rewire them to my Pacemaker. The shuffle option produces Captain Future of DJ energy, which I am delighted to see prompts several people to initiate the beginnings of a rave.
Snatching an eclair from a mostly-wasted refreshment table, I lean against a wall and wonder if she’ll show.
-xXxP
“It’s okay, Mistress of Night!” I shouted, following her. “You should have seen me that time I ran into Bigfoot. I was in fetal position for days.”
((Apologies for such a crazy costume and for being a late-comer. -bricked for non-fantasy costume- I also write better in third person, so further apologies for my slight off-ness.))
I wandered in, half confused, half lost, having realized only moments ago that the eyeholes in the massive and clumsy penguin costume I was wearing were really quite off. Honestly, I made quite a sight in six feet of black and white styrofoam and some cloth that happened to have been on sale at the craft store, and I could tell that at least someone was staring at me. It might have been the sheer awesomeness of the costume, but it was probably because I’d managed to trip over my oversized orange penguin feet and nearly flattened an innocent bystander
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, voice muffled by the costume–why hadn’t I thought to try and make this thing easier to wear–and pushing myself off the ground while simultaneously managing to rip a small tear into the wings of the costume. Where was a sewing machine when you needed one?
I made my way around the ball, attempting not to repeat my earlier performance, and gave an inward groan at the table laden with refreshments. And why hadn’t I realize it would be hard to eat something with a giant penguin costume on? Why hadn’t I dressed up as something normal, like a damsel in distress?
“Ooh, that’s a good one, very creepy.” I say to Atomica. “I guess since you asked, I’ll recite Hollow Men, but stop me if you get bored.
“The Hollow Men.
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
“Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us–if at all–not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer–
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
[To GAPAs–if you think my previous post is too long, I’ll just post it on the Poems & Songs page and put in the link or something instead.]
“Very scary, Nyx. The last stanza makes me think of Global Warming, which is in and of itself quite frightening, although not in the Halloween way.”
Indeed a ball to remember…I stride over to a few ghosts.
Vixen’s ball gown:
348- “uhh, okay?” I say to renesme. “my name isn’t bucky”
“anyway, I have to go teach a ghost a lesson.” I say, backing away slowly from Renesme, almost bump into a person in a ridiculous penguin costume (363- no offense meant), and walk over to M of N. “I don’t think saying anything like ‘don’t worry’ will help, but anyway, I don’t think that seeing your own ghost necessarily means that you’re going to die. It could be an omen of a great change in your life. Or of a death, not necessarily yours, or it could mean that part of your soul has escaped. That sometimes happens to people on Halloween. And, well, I, I’m not really good at being comforting I guess. I’m sorry I bothered you.” I run off to the rooftop garden, to face the ghost, once and for all.
When Link left, I sniffed, and said to the air, “But I’m such a klutz! I’ve escaped death plenty of times; who’s to say I won’t when I’m 16?”
I took a deep, shuddering breath, and walked over to the refreshments table, and took a firewine. I had had one two years ago, and I was used to them. I gave a faint smile. “Exactly like firewhiskey.” I whisper to myself, thinking about Harry Potter.
“Yes, it does make you think about the ways the world is ending now–so secretly that they are only wimpers,” I say to Atomica. I catch sight of Vixen–“What a lovely costume!” I exclaim.
“If it makes you feel any better, I could stay near you for the rest of the party and warn you if I see any danger, Mistress of Night.” I offered.
“Nah, it’s okay,” I said, feeling a bit more pert. “I’m fine. I’m going up to the garden again, if you will excuse me.” I left.
I coughed several times and then felt extremely weak. I barely knew who had saved me, I only knew that the hand was no longer clasping my throat…
I knew nothing more. Everything went black.
I saw a girl faint and ran over to her.
“Another minute, another crisis.” I muttered.
I make my way over to some old ghosts, who had long grey beards and were drinking dark red wine from huge goblets. The were chuckling and talking to each other. “Hell,” I say, curtsying slightly, “Wonderful ball, isn’t it?”
350- “firewine? I’ve never had any. What’s it like?” I ask as I drag ƉϴϢ over towards the food table. (Whatever ƉϴϢ’s advice is, I will try some.)
Upon drinking some, I remark in a casual tone of voice,”Kinda hot. Spicy even.”, and then stagger and almost fall over.
Oh, stuff i forgot to mention as part of my costume: A rather beaten leather belt with a random assortment of studs, hooks, grommets and metal bits. Also on the belt is the sheath knife that I always carry, also obviously handmade.
“Hey, Link! Come down here and dance with me!”
((376- typo! Would be odd if I started with the word hell wouldn’t it? I meant for it to be Hello.
))
(( (379) At least you curtsied nicely when you said it! ))
((379- yeah, I was wondering why you said that.))
((377- what’s a grommet?))
I come down into the ballroom and see Aja Ceulean waiting for me.
I start to dance with her.
“so, are you enjoying the ball?” I ask her as we dance.
(( I fear I’ve neglected this wonderful thread. ))
Dash waved his arms and pointed to the stairs. I shook my head, not in the mood for the garden. “You go on ahead, though,” I told him. He nodded and began his ascent.
I sighed. I had barely spoken to anyone, and I really hadn’t danced at all. I did not know the song that was playing, but I tried to dance to it anyway.
“The lady must not dance alone!” A voice exclaimed. I twirled again and faced him.
“Really? It seems a number of people are.”
Although I could not quite tell through the mask, he seemed surprised.
“I know. I am rather annoyed that my friends are only dancing with people they’re sure they know, instead of asking people who need partners.”
I nodded and was about to dance again, but he stopped me.
“My point was, would you like to dance?”
“First,” I said, “Are you a ghost, spirit, vampire, or anything else… unnatural?”
“If I was,” he said smiling, “do you think I would tell you?”
I laughed. “What are you dressed as–an elf?”
We began a waltz. “Yes, Gil-Galad to be specific. I was going to be a falcon, but the wings were too impractical.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. I smiled, though, pleased that someone had spoken to me–and even asked me to dance!
(( By the way, anyone looking for a partner is welcome to Dash.))
381-“I’m enjoying the ball, yes. Though I had rather a lot of trouble finding anyone to dance with…. Thank you for asking me.”
((Now what? Do we just describe how we’re dancing or what? I haven’t done this before.))
Erm, is Cinderella Ok? She’s looking a bit woozy…
Oh! When does the unmasking begin?
I was dimly aware of people hovering over me. The first conscious thought I remember having was, “Oh my god! My throat really hurts!” The second was, “Where on earth am I?” The third, “What happened?” I opened my eyes slowly. The first thing I saw was an unfamiliar ceiling, the next an odd-looking creature, then a bunch of oddly dressed beings dancing to a song I didn’t recognize. Then again, I didn’t recognize anything- I didn’t even know where I was!
“Where am I?” I asked one of the people standing over me. “What happened?”
((I didn’t get amnesia when I blacked out. It was a spell placed on me by The Hand.))
“You’re at the Muse Academy Halloween Ball. You just passed out all of a sudden. Do you want some water or something?”
((I didn’t jjust pass out all of a sudden. I was nearly strangled by a severed hand!))
“What… I feel like there’s something I should remember. What just happened? How did I get here? What is this Muse Accademy you speak of?”
GAPAs, how do I send in my costume?
SFTDP (triple actually), but GAPAs, I sent you my costume. Did you get it?
Cinderella, complete with slippers:
@387 – I amble over.
“You just got strangled nearly to death by that hand thing. Any of this ringing a bell yet?”
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP and ALSO MALE for those of you who were so diligently waiting (I feel so bad I wasn’t here earlier!)
I walk over to Cinderella. “You’re at a formal masque ball hosted by Muse Academy, a special school for Musers,” I explain. “You were just strangled by a floating severed hand, I don’t know where it came from. Maybe it put a spell on you and that’s why you don’t remember anything.” I hope that if it is a spell, it isn’t permanent and she won’t have to discover Muse Academy all over again.
353: “Oh, cake” I mutter, grabbing the cleaning stuff from the wung. After cleaning it up, I out fit myself in my third costume of this ball.
Gandalf, of course. I walk out of the kitchen and state: “A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisley when he means to.”
Blushing at the length of time that I’ve let my poor partner dance without a reponse from myself, I shuffle my feet, out of step with the music.
“Lennon and Lucas. That’s quite creative. I like it! What inspired you to dress up as them?” I asked.
I lopsidedly smile encouragingly.
“Excuse me!” I suddenly say, cutting L’n’L off as they open thier mouth to respond. I had a sudden inspiration for a song, and it was one of my favorites. It was kind of whatever you wanted to hear. It fit with the mood of the wizard cleaning cake off himself, the strangled Cinderella and myserious figures. I scrambled to the DJ’s box and quickly requested it. It came on and I galloped back to L’n’L, trampling several Musers on my way.
“Sorry,” I said apologetically. “I’m… a little spazmodic tonight…”
I watched, amused, as the cloaked figure cut me off, changed the music, squashed a few people, and resumed dancing with me. “Anyway,” I continued awkwardly, “it was kind of random. I like John Lennon, and I like George Lucas, and it seemed… catchy.”
I grinned. “So, you aren’t a Muser, you say? You’re a… being from another world.” Said being from another world shrugged.
I just sent in my costume picture. It kind of sucks, I made it in a hurry, but hopefully it is fine……….
Cheshire Cat’s costume:
((I think I know who Cheshire Cat is, and perhaps Madame Cygnus as well, but I shall hold my tongue for now.))
((I keep meaning and meaning to return and post, but now I’ve missed most of the ball! Phooey.))
I swept around the ballroom with a wide flourish or two. It had filled up considerably since I had last noticed, with costumers of every shape and sort.
From the other side of the room, there was a piercing scream, a small commotion promptly erupted. A ghostly hand, it seemed, had attempted to strangle someone dressed in a silver gown.
Odd things, these haunted balls.
I started to drift over, but the dazed victim was surrounded by a small mob, so I changed course and headed toward a different masked guest. She had on a outfit of piercingly bright pink and purple stripes, topped off with cat ears and a tail.
How most peculiar.
“Hello,” I started brightly. “Are you enjoying yourself at the ball? I know I most certainly am, though I’m not too sure I could say the same for her,” I continued with the same cheery tone, gesturing towards Cinderella, who now looked rather confused.
I was completely confused.
“OK. So I just got strangled by a severed hand that apparently put a spell on me, I’m at a haunted ball, and I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. Just great.”
Somebody wearing royal blue handed me a glass of punch.
“Drink this, maybe you’ll feel better.” I said, offering it to Cinderella.
Watching @Atomica Sparks regift a glass of punch to Cinderella makes me thirsty, so I wash down my eclair with a lukewarm goblet of the same stuff. Not bad.
Moving back towards the sound, I’m amused to find that the DJ is struggling with my hijacked makeshift system.
“Need a hand?” I pose nonchalantly.
“Someone rewired this thing, and I only just started at this job! My boss is going to kill me.” he muttered in my direction.
“That sounds like a yes,” I deduced. “Take the night off; I’ve got you covered.”
Though he still looks on the crazy side of bewildered, the fellow grabs a stray lei and a witch hat. An odd combination, but better than nothing for a costume in a jiffy.
I step up to the platform, reconnect his speakers, fade my sound in, and grin. 9.1 surround sound wth FDD2 and 200 db speakers and a Pacemaker. Fun doesn’t describe tonight properly.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
(OOC) P.S. No, I had not planned to become the DJ. I just kind of happened… My writing is chaotic. And sentient.
I take the punch gratefully and drink it. The instant I do, I feel very odd, and suddenly I remember everything. Who I am, who I’m pretending to be, where I am, what I’m doing, and (gasp) what just happened. I must remember to thank that person in the blue cloak sometime.
Now that I remember, I go over to the new DJ and request (giggle) the Ghostbusters theme. It plays, and I go over to the girl in the purple cat costume and someone dressed as a peacock. “Hey,” I say.
They gasp. “Cinderella!” the peacock says. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, there must have been an antidote in that punch. I remember everything now.”
“Who do you think it was?” asks the cat.
“I think…. I think it was the ghost of someone I used to know in school. They said he died in a car accident a while back. I never regretted his death, since we were old enemies, and now his ghost has come to get revenge for something I didn’t do.”
“Oh, THAT’S nice,” remarks the cat.
The peacock laughs. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
I smile. “Nothing,” I say. “If he comes back, I’ll call in whoever that person in blue was, the one that gave Atomica the punch to give me.”
The peacock and cat laugh, and the cat asks me if I was the one who picked the song.
“Yeah,” I say. “Do you like it?”
Seeing that Cinderella was okay, I turned around to thank the person in blue. But nobody was there.
Creepy.
I tried to remember what they’d been wearing. It hadn’t been a cloak, but sort of a jumpsuit.
Maybe they’d gone to the Rooftop Garden. I walked up the stairs to check.
Ooooooooooooo. Halloween is approaching. *sharpens tools* *creeps through mist*
((405- Dost thou copy me? Oh, and murderers aren’t allowed on MA property. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave your “tools” in the coat check. You can pick them up when you leave.))
Coming back into existence after an apparent disappearance, I meander to the food table yet again. Spotting someone dressed as some sort of radioactive cat, my eyes begin to burn. “Yeow!” I screech under my breath, before averting my eyes to the Danishes. Perusing the selection, I grab an especially tasty-looking one and find an empty table. I snarf it down, ravished.
@402 – (OOC, not that it matters because I didn’t pick an alternate identity, which was a combination of me being stupid, me being slow-witted, me being dumb, and me forgetting) … and, apparently, multi-tensed. I appear to have royally screwed up (begging pardon of any royalty in the room).
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
((Aagh! I’ve missed almost all of the ball! I keep telling myself that I’m going to come on this thread and post, but somehow I never do….. Oh well…..)
When the dance finished, I walked back over to the food table and leaned against the wall next to it. There was seems to have been some kind of emergency with a girl dressed as Cinderella, but apparently she’s recovered. There doesn’t seem to be much for me to do except watch the goings-on and eat cupcakes. So I do.
Cinderella seemed to have been revived after she’d drunk (grammar?) the mysterious punch. She walked over to myself and the Cheshire cat after requesting a song- the Ghostbusters theme. Most fascinating.
(([insert conversation in comment 403 here]))
“Well,” I respond, “it certainly is a most… interesting choice of music,” with a tone of mild amusement.
I stroll over to the nearby refreshments table, pick up a pumpkin pasty, ((I do hope pumpkin pasties are at this ball… ‘twould be an utter shame to have a Halloween ball without them…)) and a goblet of smoking cider. I return to my feline and princess companions, who seem to be conversing.
“Have you tried the pumkin pasties yet? They are most scrumtious! My compliments to the chef, whoever they are. Or would that be the main wung of this establishment?”
I see someone in royal blue out of the corner of my eye. I whirl around to see if it’s the person who gave Atomica the antidote punch for Cinderella. I catch a glimpse of a transparent person in a long, hooded blue robe that hides their face, but they vanish before I can say anything. Weird…
((I just barely remembered to change my name before submitting this post. I literally had my cursor on the submit button when I remembered.))
((When does unmasking begin?))
((sorry about my long absence–I couldn’t keep up–and I was getting bored…..))
My eyes jerk open, and I realize that I had fallen asleep. I look around, there have been several new arrivals during my long nap. I glance toward the window; from the position of the moon, I realize the party will “soon” be over. Refreshed from my nap, I rise, and decide to get some more refreshments. Perhaps some more of the fiery drink, as well as something more substantial…..
I drift over to the desserts table and grab an eclair.
((Gosh I haven’t been here in forever. But I’m glad Cinderella is okay. I’ll just be over my little fight with The Hand.))
Glad that I had helped Cinderella, I walcked over to her and told her I was glad that she was alright. Feeling lively, I wanted to dance again. So I tentitively walked up to a totaly stranger and shyly said, “Hello. I’m Sullen Spirit. Would you like to dance?”
((Any random guy can reply to this if they want to dance.))
(406- you seem to have abandoned me)
I tag along after ƉϴϢ and peruse the danishes. I, however, don’t get one as I am still recovering from the firewine.
The music changes to something I recognize but don’t quite remember who performed it. I wander off the the DJ station to see what it is and find /gradster(1)/ ensconced in his tangle of cables and speakers. I immediately ask for an explanation of how (at least some of) it works. (exsp. can be omitted for the sake of time and space)
@413 – Assaulted by two at once, my mind whirls.
“Sullen Spirit? I love it! I’m the Gradster, by the way. I’d love to, as long as you don’t mind doing so with a dunce. I’ve forgotten to mask myself…. In any case, it’s my pleasure. Excuse me for a moment…?” I turn to latecomer, and, as quickly as these two appeared, so did an idea in my mind.
“You seem interested, care to take over for a song or two?” I thrust the Pacemaker into his hand and quickly go over the basics of mixing. “I’ll be back within two songs. Learn from experience, my good man! If anything breaks, though, don’t hesitate to find me.” With a quick grin, I disappear into the crowd with my impromptu partner.
As we move onto the dance floor, the opening strains of Do What You Want by OK Go belt out from the speakers. I’m glad to hear that latecomer has heard this, because it’s quite the song. Appropriate music for random-dance-partner-choosing, too!
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
@415 – (OOC) – @latecomer if you’d actually like an explanation, I’d be much obliged! Just, umm, not at this moment.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
((I’ve been gone for a while. I’ll be gone again for a while, too. will the unmasking last until tommorow? Or halloween?))
Well, I guess I don’t have anything much else to do with the ghost vanquished, for now at least.
I take a cupcake, and, because it seems to have so many weird side effects, a glass of the fire wine ((or whatever it’s called)) I take a sip. It’s like the taste of punch mixed with wine, with a hint of how the smell of smoke would taste if it were a food. It warms me up. a few seconds after drinking it, the symbol on my hand starts to glow again. I start to shake. people are watching me, wondering if I’ll transform again. I stop shaking and take my hand off of a device that illuminates the symbol on my hand. “just kidding!” I say to people looking very annoyed at being tricked.
A song came on that I didn’t recognize. I started dancing to my own beat, and went over to the guy with the glowing symbol on his hand. “Hey, I’m Cinderella,” I said. “Care to dance?”
406) Oh. My bad. *drops off tools reluctantly*
Oh my! Is that a platter of delicacy cheeses I see? *runs to food table*
418- “certainly” I say to the person dressed up as Cinderella. We dance for a while, then I try to start a conversation. “so, why did you pick Cinderella as your costume? Also, are you sure you’re okay? I mean, with that hand and everything?”
((also, Aja Ceulean, you’re character isn’t actually a werewolf, right? Some of the characters seem to be actual magical beings, rather than people in costume. Take the cloaked one for example. Or me, with the curse))
((when is the unmasking))
I come back down from the garden, relieved and refreshed from the cool night air. I see a girl in a cat costume stuffing her face with food. I walk over to her, and say, “So, it’s almost the end of the ball, hm? People’ll start unmasking themselves any moment now.” She nods, continuing to gorge. I thump her back, a little irritated, and she spits out the food. “What was that for?” she asks, staring at me like I’m a crazy person. “You weren’t paying attention to me.” I say, jokingly cross. She rols her eyes, and starts eating again. “Cease!” I say, now a bit exsasperated. She looks up, grabs a napkin, and spits the half-chewed food into it. I made a face. She raises an eyebrow. “Hm, I think I know who you are…” she says. “Me, too…” I say, looking at her once brown eyes, now a navy blue. “Well, no time to lose, and it seems no one else has, so…” I finish my sentence by taking off my veil, exposing my face. “Haloo, Zinc.” the Calico Cat says. “Thanks for the face paint.” She takes off her simple black mask, exposing her as Leafygreen. “I’d already guessed. You’re a pathetic cat lover. ” I say smugly. “You’re such a creep.” she says laughingly. “You just saw me!” “How do you know I hadn’t already seen you?” I say, the corners of my mouth twisting up.
Then next moment, we were involved in a slappy fight.
((Hee hee, first unmasker! I’m allowed to unmask Leafy, as she said on the planning thread, “Get ready for BINKY!” Binky is her cat.))
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mistress of Night reveal herself to be Zinc, and the Calico Cat remove her mask, exposing the face of Leafygreen. For reasons unknown to me, they were engaged in a slapping battle a few moments later.
I turned to Gil-Galad, confused. “Is the unmasking beginning already?”
He shrugged. “I assume so.” He pulled an invitation from his pocket. “Yes, here it is! ‘Unmasking beginning.’ ” As he read the time, I saw a clock on the wall reading the same.
“Well, then, shall we unmask?” I inquired.
“Certainly.”
He pulled off his mask. His face was unknown to me, but I smiled anyway. I took off my mask. “I’m Cerulean Pyros. I enjoyed dancing with you.”
“I enjoyed dancing with you.”
He excused himself and went to talk to a friend who was waving him over. I went to get another scone and to find Dash, hoping the spectral hand wouldn’t grab me on my way out.
I was still talking to the old ghosts when a few people started unmasking themselves. I smiled politely and went up towards the dj box. So thats all I had done. Played music (which was no surprise) and talked with ghosts. “Alright everyone, one of the last songs for tonight!” I grinned and slipped in ‘The Monster Mash’, planning to play ‘Thriller’ right after it.
I smiled at Link and explained, “I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry. And I picked Cinderella because I was late to the ball. Oh, I’m LadyGaladriel, by the way,” I said, taking off my mask. “Who are you?”
well. as we are all unmasking I will say that I was the magess. I stoped coming because I tried to write myself and others into the story but no one took my offers. which was a bit frustrating. but I am over that. my guess is that lashrael Mneme is: Raynpho.
I’m sorry, my last post sounds angry, all I meant is: next time if someone writes you an offer: take it, don’t push them off to the side.
“I’m AvalonGirl, but Philomena…” I start to say, and spot Tiernah dashing downstairs. I grab her by the arm, pull her over, and pull her mask off.
“Philomena!” I laugh. “I had no idea-great move dying your hair, by the way!”
I then spot Zinc and Leafygreen in a slapping fight. I run over to them, meaning to stop it, but join in instead!
“Yes, I’m Philomena…” I groan. After all, I’m only nine, but used some technology to become a 14 year old for the ball.
My costume looks something like this, except with green eyes and a longer tail:
I carefully remove my turquoise mask, exposing myself as Rainbowstar. I tuck it in a pocket of my dress and say, “Would anyone like to dance?”
Costumes for Nyx and Doc, respectively:
((420-I’m actually not sure. I originally was just going to dress up as a werewolf, but now I’m not sure…… *thinks quickly* Umm……. I dunno…… I guess I could turn out to be someone else…… I mean, it doesn’t really upset anything, and I think it would work out better…… So yeah, I guess I really am a werewolf. You probably figured out who I am already (Armada, in case you didn’t), so I guess, since my MA character was asleep in a room during the whole ball and doesn’t know what’s going on anyway, it works out better this way.
The unmasking is happening now. I think I know who you are already…..))
As the ball ended and everyone started unmasking themselves, it occurred to me that now would be a good time for me to leave. I ran over to Link and said, “Thanks for dancing with me. See you next year.” “Wait…… what? Don’t you go to MA? Who are you?” Link asked confusedly. I grinned. “See you next year.” I ran towards the door, and as I ran I started to change. By the time I was through the door, I was a wolf.
I didn’t look back as I ran down the driveway, but I could imagine the expressions on peoples’ faces. That had been fun. I was definitely going to come back next time.
((By the way, I might decide to use Aja again sometime in the future– maybe at the next Halloween ball, or maybe before that. It’s always good to have an alter ego or two stashed away somewhere.))
Well, I would like so say that I was A Random Penguin. Yes, one post, and then I lacked the muse to do more. x3
Sorry about my ooc here, too. Still lazy.
Coming back down from the rooftop garden after having the person in the blue astronaut costume vanish once again, I saw that everybody was guessing at the identities of others.
“Um, well, I think that Ms. Swann is Madame Cygnus and Lady Peacock is Hypatia. As for myself, I hope my disguise hasn’t been too transparent.”
((433-So who are you? I’m curious.))
((433- I haven’t seen Hypatia in a long time, or maybe I’m just ignorant.))
Crystal, AKA AvalonGirl, ran over to us and our slapping fight. She stood in the middle, and I slapped her, quickly followed by Leafy. She eventually had to join in. “Hey,” I called over the sounds of slapping, “Doesn’t this seem rather pointless to you?”
((I’m guessing DOC is IBCF, Madame Cygnus is Miss Swann, Lashrael Mneme is Raynpho, and Link is ZVX.))
435- I’m guessing you’re wrong about DOC.
Let’s see:
Madame Cygnu is Miss Swann, Lady Midnight is Midnight Fiddler, DOW is either Cliff Eagle or Piggy (I think……but I could be wrong), um…….
who am I?
437- ((You have me right)) Are you Luna?
Wonderful Hallows Eve!
438–what gave me away? My accidental post on the rooftop garden when I was responding to kiwimuncher and forgot to change back to LtL?
I think Link is vaxxid. DOW is…. um…… I’d know who he was if it was last year, but now I have no idea….. I’m pretty sure Lashrael Mneme is Beatlesrockr. And ZVX is….. um….. *goes and checks* The Assassin Of The Black. And I know that for sure. I don’t know about anyone else, though I’m guessing DOC is a neophyte. I could be wrong, though……
What about me? Any guesses? I haven’t hardly posted enough, but maybe some brave soul can spot similarities.
439-I thought you were LtL too. It was your long quote of Harry Potter to DOW that gave it away.
I think DOW is Piggy or Cliff Eagle. And I also think Zinc is Elphaba.
Who am I??? *mysterious aura*
437- “Alas, you have guessed me. I am indeed Piggy. It was a bit fun, being all depressed and moody and mysterious. Although my mask did slip off a while back. I don’t think anyone noticed, though. I had a feeling you were Luna. Oh, and ƉϴϢ stood for ‘Destroyer Of Worlds,’ from the famous quote by Robert Oppenheimer. Why I thought of it I don’t know. What gave me away?”
442–thought it might’ve been. Couldn’t resist, though.
443–I never noticed the slip. There was just something in your masked “personality”, something gloomy and pessimistic that reminded me of you…..Not that you are necessarily gloomy and pessimistic, that’s not really what I’m trying to say, it’s just something about your personality/”speech” screamed Piggy (and also screamed Cliff Eagle a bit, which is why i wasn’t entirely sure which of you it was).
Nobody’s guessed me yet.
443-I think it was just the way you spoke.
Any guesses??? (And MissSwann can’t guess, because I told her who I was when she was over at my house.)
446 – Syllabub?
446–Syllabub? I know syllabub knows miss swann…..
447, 448-Yes, I am Syllabub. I can’t believe I said that about MissSwann knowing who I was. That totally gave it away.
Who did you thinkn I was if I hadn’t said that?
SS, I think you’re Syllabub too.
Lennon/Lucas, are you Beatlesrockr? You said awhile back that “no one here has actually confirmed their gender.”
Either Link or Jack Tar is Beavo, I think, but I could be wrong.
((449 – I had no idea, to tell the truth.))
The song ended. I walked away nonchalantly to find that the unmasking had begun. “Well.” I grinned. “This should be quite interesting.”
449–I had no clue before that.
((Whoops, didn’t see 450. SFTDP.))
((450 – Uh-uh. I know who Beatlesrockr is, but I am sworn to secrecy, and she is with my identity as well.))
I think that Link is I-Man.
I think ZVX is the snark-hunter.
Aja Ceulean, are you Kokonilly? Or perhaps Gwendolyn?
Or maybe Renesme is Gwendolyn.
I’m bad at this.
454–me too, based on his last post on T&T
455 – Nope, I’m not Aja Cerulean.
Look at my post on the Random thread to explain my name…
456- T&T? What’s that again?
Could some of you PLEASE reveal yourselves?
458 – I don’t want to reveal myself, I want you guys to go ahead and guess!
Lennon and Lucas = Kokonilly.
The only other one I might have been able to guess was Madame Cygnus, as Ms. Swann, but she’s already been guessed- correctly, too! *w00t*
And everyone who thinks I was Lashrael Mneme, which was at least two people… you’re wrong. Sorry.
But heh, I won’t give myself away yet. Why ruin the fun so early? I can have a secret identity for at lease a few more hours.
Guess me! Someone!
456–oh, sorry. The Tricks and Treats thread. He mentioned his costume was going to include all these different things, ending with his Link cloak.
I lost my tail at school today! GAH!
Lashrael Mneme was Kagcomix, that’s what I thought, because of the spellings she used for some of the words (isn’t Kagcomix Canadian? I don’t know her very well….)
Hmm, I wonder who Agrrrfishi was. Atomica Sparks?
((442- Nope, I only have one masquerade mask to spare.
464- Go ahead and change your name. I changed my name from Go Bananas because it carried a lot of stupidity and recklessness with it. Seriously. Look on the first RRSSSS thread for complete confirmation of the fact. It helped me grow up.))
I was A Wood Nymph.
439- it was saying luv that gave you away, only you say that.
And, yes, Armada is right, oh, and it’s one x, two d’s in vaxidd. I am Link. I just got back from trick-or-treating and that’s who I went as.
I was pretty sure that Aja Ceulean was armada. And armada, you should totally use Aja Ceulean again. Werewolves are awesome. and you’ve given me an idea for… you’ll find out next Halloween.
Did anybody think that the whole “curse” thing was too much? With me turning into Link and fighting ghosts? did anybody notice that?
anyone?
464-I like your name! Don’t change it! I don’t like name changes in general, actually. They’re confusing.
467– Sorry (about the spelling). I don’t know you all that well, and I hadn’t seen you around for a while……
Yeah, I think it was pretty obvious who I was. I slipped up once on the random thread, and it was also pretty evident from my posting style……
Actually, Aja started out as a character in a book I’m writing, but I think this one is somewhat different from the one in the book. I’m not sure exactly when I’m going to have a chance to use her again, but if I can I definitely will.
The ‘curse’ thing wasn’t too much at all. It was very interesting. Though it could be a bit of a problem next year, if you want to be realistic (add quotation marks if needed) about the whole thing….. I mean, it would be kind of easy to guess who you were….. But other than that, I like it.
“Wow, I’m surprised nobody guessed me.” I pulled off my helmet to reveal my face. “What with dressing up as a space ranger and all.”
Ah well,
here goes the mask,
said Vendaval.
@449 – “latecomer” never came back, as far as I know, and neither did the person that wanted to know about DJing, and neither did you!
I’m sad, I never danced with anyone. Oh well, I came in far too late anyway.
It’s depressing that so few of us are of the male persuasion.
/gradster(1)/
I stepped out into plain view again, I’d been very silent for some time. Pulling off my mask I looked around and smiled, but of course everyone knew who I was already.
approaching /gradster(1)/ I grinned, care to dance one more?
I’m Kirby, Meta Knight, King DDD, Escargoon, Phantom Masher, And the “annoying talking piranha plant” in the garden.
“It’s getting late, I should leave.” I said, turning towards the door. Halloween WAS over, after all. I noticed the person dressed as an astronaut standing near the exit and ran as fast as I could. I wasn’t going to loose them this time.
En didn’t vanish this time, but turned to look at me, as far as I could tell, seeing as they still had their visor down.
“Thanks for helping Cinderella back there.” I said “That’s a great costume, by the way. Very realistic.”
“You’re welcome. Yours is very nice, too.” It was a woman’s voice, and I felt like I’d heard it somewhere before.
“Your voice sounds familiar. Have we met?”
“Perhaps. I tend to be where intelligent children come together. Happy Halloween, Kai.” She lifted her gloved hand and waved.
I looked the costume over once again as I turned to go, admiring her realism. She even had a mission patch on her sleeve. It was white and sort of familiar looking, with the shuttle flying away from the Earth against an American flag background.
“Yeah, bye.” I waved, turning to the door, still trying to figure out where I’d seen the patch before. It hit me as I was turning the doorknob to leave.
“Ohmygosh, that’s the Challenger one!” I whirled around, but she had, once more, vanished.
“No,” I hollered back to Zinc, “it’s completely pointless!”
Oh, and my costume:
: the skirt and pigtails, skin tone
: shirt, hair color, shoes
“I agree!” Leafy yelled.
For all who wish to guess who I am, google Mneme for a hint.
460 – How did you know?
HOLA! *wipes off her green makeup and takes off the wig* I’m sorry I couldn’t have been on lately, but my parents threatened to block the blog if I didn’t concentrate on school more. High school bites.
Why this costume? Well, last year I saw Wicked in Chicago, New York and Detroit, and I absolutely loved it all three times. My friend and I sing it all the time, and ‘Defing Gravity’ is our duet, where I sing the part of Elphaba. I thought that she deserved to be a costume as well as a singer. So, I masqueraded as her. I plan on seeing it again this year. It’s my favorite Broadway show of all time.
478–been there, done that. She is one of the three original Muses (later one of the nine original).
Hmm, interesting. No one guessed me. I mean, I haven’t been on here is so very long, plus I changed my name. Not to mention the stuff I wrote about does not relate to me any way. I just kinda wrote whatever popped into my head. Rather like the first page of the Muse magazine- the “excerpt” from the “book.”
If you don’t guess me, it’s ok. I’ve just posted twice under my new name, but many many times under my previous name. I just changed it because I respond in real life to my MuseName. It’s a loooong story.
Lashrael Mneme is Vixen in the Eyes of Moon.
The Cloaked One is Syllabub.
♪is…
boy, I don’t know. Kagcomix?
478- This might be a wild stretch, but Vixen in the Eyes of the Moon?
480- I just read the book, it was really good. Never seen the musical though, and I’m kind of wondering how the two are different. For one thing, I know about the song “Defying Gravity,” but I’m not clear on where it would actually fit in the story…
Oh, and I also guess Cheshire Cat = Cat’s Meow.
479- I know you are a Beatle’s fan, and Lennon/Lucas sounded more like you than Beatlesrockr, in my opinion.
480- That song rocks. I want to put it in a MovieMaker movie I’m, um… making. (That sounded odd.)
Hey, not everyone has been unmasked. Anyone care to reveal enself?
416- that’s okay. I’m sorry I’m not around much. I was really busy in another plane…
I would like to say that the costume I’m wearing now is a modification of stuff I wear to school on a semi-regular basis.
I’m penguini.
483-I was Sullen Spirit, not The Cloaked One.
I believe the time has come.
I am…
*whips off mask with a grand flourish*
RAYNPHO!
*sprinkles confetti*
Just my luck that the song parodies thread came out… By the way, I’m muselover.
490-Yes, I know. I read that song and went, “isn’t there someone here called that?” But if I’d had to guess who you were, I’d have said IBCF (RPing out of his normal character of course
).
@472 – “It would be my pleasure.”
Bugging the now-sobering previous DJ, I manage to get The Impression That I Get playing for the last dance.
“This one goes out to all of you gifted kids out there.” Putting the mic down, I return to Lady Midnight and jokingly whisper, “Of course, that’s probably the entire room, but it’s the thought that counts, really.”
We sway around the room, with soft singing on my part. Even the opening notes visibly relax me and send a tingle down my spine.
TDI. Forever.
(I’m out of ideas other than more TDI nostalgia – care to step in, Lady Midnight?)
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
So I’ve already tryd to post on the roof top garden… ah, well. I have the impression that this event is winding up. correct me if I’m wrong…
493-Yeah, we’re already four days over. Sorry.
hey that was supposed to be a picture, not a hyperlink!!!!!!!
Stupid computer! (smashing, crash, boom, explosion)
im going as a vampire.
Too late, FFOTME! The party was in October.