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]

Thanks for saying so, D-

[Blink. Wait. That didn't sound like Diarmuid. And on a second glance, that gent's way too tan to be the Irishman.]

Err, have we met?

[fourteenthscion]

[Oh man. She was about to say Diarmuid, wasn't she. Maybe they looked more alike than he really thought.]

I took you on a date a week ago. You do not remember me?

[devola]

Neah? That's one hell of a growth spurt, bud.

[Initial skepticism aside... Intuitive thinking time. Prospero-shenanigans. "Original body" talk. Vanished for a while, as others had before. Said others came back changed somewhat.]

[Yeah. This is a no-brainer, so long as she actually stops to think about it.]

So. This would be the real you, then.

[fourteenthscion]

A rather pleasant growth spurt.

[Oh good. That was a much more pleasant reaction than the initial reactions. Have a head pat, Devola.]

Correct. This is the original body I spoke of.

[devola]

[Man, just 'cuz he's got a good half-foot plus on her now...]

Huh. Any idea how you managed to get it back? Not that it's a bad change, but...

[A shrug.] I can guess there are a few people around who'd love to have their "real selves" back. Those troll kids come to mind, offhand.

[fourteenthscion]

[He can do all the things with these few extra inches back, okay. He's strutting his ass off.]

As strange as it sounds, I believe I went back in time. [Now that he thinks about it...] It was not willingly either.

So I suppose that the city does not like me, or I am a time traveler of some sort.

[devola]

Ya wouldn't be the first. Or the furthest off either, probably.

[She shrugs, pretty sure the Space Marine's the current record holder.]

Glad to be yourself, again?

[fourteenthscion]

The perks of being a time traveler now.

[Yep.]

I am. [Hey, now it won't be so awkward the next time they go on a friendly date or something.] Now that I am in this body, I am sure that others will not stare at us so strangely. [Have a headpat.]

[devola]

Oh? Were they doing that? Thought they were all too busy with their own stuff, or just not caring. [Good ol' Arcana-fuckery...]

[The head-pats are going to become A Thing, aren't they. This must be what it's like on the other side...]

Is my hair that fun to play with?

[fourteenthscion]

From what I observed, yes. [Arcana fuckery and alcohol. Those were beautiful mixes indeed.

And yes. These head-pats are going to be a thing now that he's taller than her. Even if it's not by much.]

Quite so. [If they weren't standing in the middle of a ball room, he'd probably be tempted to braid it.] Though, it's mostly an excuse now that I am a bit taller than you.

[devola]

You make it sound like you weren't already. I'm not really the shining example of height, after all.

[Seriously. Why are all the other adults she knows so freakin' tall?]

[fourteenthscion]

Not tall enough.

[Man, he's not even that tall. Right now he's only 5'10. orz!!!

More on the topic of her outfit though...

Her hat.

Wat.] That hat, ah... Is it not a bit too much?

[devola]

[That means ya still got eight inches on her, brah.]

Hm, you think? I figured it was a nice final touch on an admittedly garish mass of fabric~

[fourteenthscion]

[It's okay, he'll carry her around, brah. Make her seem tall and all.]

You made that yourself? [Um.]

[devola]

Yeah. I was told "flashy, gaudy stuff" when I asked about the dress code and kinda went crazy.

Too crazy?

[fourteenthscion]

Who told you "flashy and gaudy"? [IT DOESN'T SUIT HER... Just saying.]

Hm. Well. It is not... bad. It's quite pretty, if you go by colors and craftsmanship.

[devola]

The party-holder. Isn't that the point of a masquerade?

Your hesitation says it might be a bit bad~ [Not that she minds. Half the fun was in making this atrocity.]

[fourteenthscion]

This is my first masquerade, to be completely honest with you. [he fails, leave him alone!!]

It is not... "bad". I think it looks beautiful on you. [so sly, neah. So sly, but not like cross marian.]

[devola]

Mine too, honestly. S'fun, isn't it?

[Ah. A compliment.]

Why, thank you~ Looking suitably dapper tonight, yourself.

[fourteenthscion]

Flashly, but nice.

[You know he's going to compliment you at every turn, baby.

uh.] I would hope so. I threw this on because I did not know what to wear. Perhaps I'll come to you next time if I need something made.