The Masquerade Ball Begins

[stagecontroller]

Who: William Shakespeare and EVERYONE
Where: His playboy Mansion
When: Friday 16th
Summary: Shakespeare organized a Masquerade Ball.
Rating: PG



[ Shakespeare work hard and organized the best thing ever. Or at least he spent tons of money in this party. Soon the day arrived and everything was ready for this to be a night people would never be able to forget. HAHAHAHA THIS IS FUNNY CONSIDERING WHAT IT'S AWAITING FOR HIM

Okay, Miyu kinda fails to this quick things. I'm gonna work in the sub threads, excuse me. Also, feel free to make new ones and remember to put your tag here.

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[hellburner]

[Ugh, this was cliched. It was probably already a cliche when she was still alive. Rider leaned on the balcony with her head on her hand, huffing out an annoyed sigh as her other hand tapped a steady rhythm on the railing.]

[What was she doing? She was a pirate, for God's sake. A terrifying privateer who looked at her problems and then threw flaming ships at them. Or in this case, a terrifying privateer with an elder god residing within her head. Same difference.]

[The point was that she was the villain of her own story and quite happy to be, thank you very much. The villain never got the fairytale happily ever after, obviously. She was used to that; enjoyed it, even. The brightest flame burned out the fastest, but it was brilliant for the fleeting moments it existed.]

[This...this wasn't her. The fancy party, the nice dress, the sparkling jewlery...it wasn't Francis Drake. This kind of thing belonged to someone else entirely, the kind of girl whose life Rider wanted nothing to do with.]

[She was all dressed up like a fairytale princess. And it was disgusting. ]

[hellburner]

Naturally.

[She took his hand with a smirk that might have been mistaken for a smile if one looked closely enough.]

Heaven forbid I should go halfway on anything.

[heavenscorpse]

Diao Chan~ You're here!

[Happiness! Joy!]

[technologic]

[This is seriously way different from the parties April is used to, so she feels kinda unsure of what to do, exactly which leads to some nerves. But she does manage to look nice in her dress and with her hair pinned back and up with a white flower.

So for now, she's happy just to watch what's going on.]

[ridertothemoon]

And much the same to you!

[dancingdeath]

[ Oh, she listens to the singer amazed for such art and then when she's making a pause, she will go to meet her. ]

Lady Bridget!

[lunch_ticket_millionaire]

[Sakurako never misses a party, and this is no exception. She's shown up wearing this charming yellow number with white heels to match, and is all smiles as she walks into the hall.]

Whoa, this place is huge!

[lyres]

It was all very well done, I must admit. I wish you a rousing success, Shakespeare.

[lyres]

But dear, it seems this turned to be quite a thing later on.

[ Come on Arturia, Nero here is older than you and she can appreciate the fine arts. Or pretend she gets what the lady over there is singing about. ]

[elvhen]

[ Merrill is dressed somewhat plainly in comparison to most people and for such an event, and obviously didn't put much effort into looking good, but don't blame her, man, they don't have these things in her world, especially back where she lived, and this is literally the first time in her entire life she's been to one.

She's standing next to a corner somewhere, off to the side, in a way that basically screams "socially awkward and inexperienced shy person", looking like she wants to join in but has no idea what to do and how. She seems calm enough, but her expression is kind of hopelessly lost. ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid here will just be off to the side, quite content to watch everyone else--having forgotten that a mask was apparently important here, he's instead settled for brushing his hair a little differently to screw with Neah's head if he shows up.]

[stagecontroller]

[ Shakespeare was the master of acting and pretending you can say. He made this party to entertain himself, aiming that people would keep praising him. It is not a bad thing since he is used to this kind of stuff.

He can live with his writing alone, so this kind of stuff was just normal thing to do once in a while. In his part days it was no different. He climbed to the position that would benefit him the most, acting from the shadows for the audience as well. His time in the stage as over, but now this is quite different.

Watching her in the balcony, he disappears from the party to go there as well. Shakespeare moved closer to make his presence known before talking. ]

You look troubled.

[badhipsvampire]

Hello, dear. Are you enjoying yourself?

[hellburner]

Tch. Me, troubled? Don't be a fool.

[But she abruptly stopped tapping when she heard him speak, glancing over her shoulder.]

I don't get troubled. [Except this wasn't a problem she could fire cannons at.]

[elvhen]

[ She understands your confusion man. Also since they're all speaking English here and considering who Saber is, she might notice that this girl speaks with a very heavy Welsh accent... ]

I have no idea! I've been wondering that too. A woman standing and, um, wailing incessantly isn't exactly fitting for this kind of event, is it? I thought this was supposed to be like a party, not a funeral! You know, a happy event! But that lady is just crying. Loudly.

[stagecontroller]

Your praise is truly welcome. I do wish for everyone to enjoy this event to their heart's content.

[unknownrival]

...We dressed the same.

[lyres]

Umu! Let is hope for this night to be forever remembered in the hearts of everyone.

[stagecontroller]

Oh, that much is true. You are someone who likes to do their best to shine in the stage.

[ He gives her hand a light kiss and then offers to show her around. DESPITE THAT SHE KINDA LIVES HERE. ]

[croibhristeoir]

...How on earth did we manage that?

[hellburner]

[HEY WHY NOT, SHE CAN ROLL WITH IT]

[IIII CAN SHOOOOOW YOU THE WOOOOORLD~]

[harpbeat]

[Eater spots her and, what the hell, he's talked to her before.]

Yo. Waiting for something?

[unknownrival]

I have no idea.

[croibhristeoir]

...Arturia, I have a feeling that's not quite what that is intended for.

[devola]

[Party? Sounds fun. Party where dressing up is A Thing? Despite acting kinda tomboyish sometimes, Dev finds this a most excellent idea.

Surprisingly, she actually made her own dress. She might have overdone it a little, though...]

[For now, it's time to entertain herself by going around bothering people she knows, people she doesn't, and anyone in-between~]