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.

Please wait until I strike this text before replying ;w; GO WILD AND FEEL FREE TO MAKE PERSONAL THREADS AS WELL. ]

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[devola]

[And said piano is going to see a bunch of different people testing the ivory out, tonight.]

[Case in point, the red-haired woman who takes a moment to sit down at it, considering the keys, before slowly beginning to play a rather quiet, somewhat melancholic tune.]

[stagecontroller]

[ Have a chuckle. ]

Or simple because one cannot control feelings, am I right? Then, to answer to your feelings, I shall do a foolish act in this stage.

[ Yes, he's leaning closer to kiss her. ]

[technologic]

[Another nod and she takes his hand.] Okay!

[devola]

[She hums, thoughtfully.] How much would I win if I found someone who'd bet against you being one of the craziest that she knows?

[gaveupfeeling]

[At least the song is good. Not like that 'rap' or 'pop' nonsense, this is some classic music.

He still has no idea how to do this.]

[harpbeat]

...I've got five bucks on me.

[hellburner]

[HOLY WHAT]

[man, if you were anyone else she would be whipping out the pistols she's hiding under that skirt. Guess you lucked out somethin' fierce.]

[A few moments later there would be one (1) very huffy Rider starting to turn a color to match her hair.]

That's just...I mean...dammit you could at least have let me finish a thought before derailing things like that!

[HUFF]

Look, William, it's not this simple. You don't even-... [She scowled, cutting herself off for a moment and trying to recover.]

...You don't even know me. Hell, at this point I don't even know myself.

[technologic]

[Neither does April, but she peers at what other couples are doing and moves closer to him and places her hands on his shoulders. She would be more flustered if she wasn't focusing on how this is done.]

[gaveupfeeling]

[They step like... one, two, one, two? Like that? No, wait those are her toes.]

I'm sorry.

[stagecontroller]

[ ability to read her: level up. He knew that he was special case and that he wouldn't shoot him right way. He stopped closer, but yet to kiss her. William had to admit that she looked cute when she was blushing. ]

I know you enough to know that I care for you deeply. Or is this a secret that you hold grip so tightly what makes you doubt now?

[technologic]

[That gets a faint wince from her, but she smiles reassuringly at him.]

It's all right, it didn't hurt.

[... Though after some more steps, she ends up stepping on his toes.] Ah, I'm sorry!

[gaveupfeeling]

It didn't hurt.

[Let's try this again.

[lostherstrings]

[Edel is standing to one side watching the dancing with a slightly wistful expression, dressed in a beautiful flower-adorned dress in various shades of purple and a delicately wrought mask that complimented it well. She wanted to join in on the dancing, but wasn't quite sure of the etiquette of asking to or being asked to dance. So she merely continued to watch for now.]

[OOC: Guys, come dance and flirt with her, please. >D]

[elvhen]

...Way too girly? But you're wearing a dress. [ confused look. this is her logic yep. ]

[technologic]

[And she's making sure that she doesn't step on his toes again, even if it does mean she has to glance down at her feet occasionally to make sure she doesn't.]

[harpbeat]

I look damn fine in this dress.

[hellburner]

Don't start that sentimental bullshit with me, William. I've already spouted enough of that for the both of us.

[She ground her teeth together, crossing her arms. All of a sudden Rider was painfully aware of how uncomfortable she was. From the situation she was in right down to the ribbon tying her hair back, everything was foreign and twisted and wrong. She just wanted to know who or what to shoot to fix this utter clusterfuck.]

I'm not...it's complicated. And I don't know if I can tell you, because if you knew then you would definitely look at me differently. And that would just piss me off like you wouldn't believe.

[gaveupfeeling]

I think we're getting the hang of it.

[croibhristeoir]

Her what? I thought-...oh no, wait. Quadrants. I'd forgotten that part.

[unknownrival]

Kismesis. Her hate girlfriend.

...I'd say that before I came here I never expected to say that, but frankly I never expected to pick up a sword or go to Shakespeare's party either.

[ridertothemoon]

You look lovely tonight.

[Flirting, you say? Understood!]

[croibhristeoir]

At this point, I think we've far surpassed the limits of even my standards for what's unusual and what isn't.

In other words, I think I'm prepared to accept anything by now.

[technologic]

Yeah, I think are. [She says right before a misstep, but she recovers quickly with a sheepish giggle.] ... And I'm sure it'll be more easier for us as we keep going.

[gaveupfeeling]

Then let us continue. I'm enjoying it.

[unknownrival]

Anything?