[mature] You are cordially invited [Any & All]

[Breckin]

You are cordially invited to the first ever Grey Cove Foundation's 

Masquerade Ball

This is a black tie affair, so gents a suit is a must, and ladies, bring your best gown.

And don't forget to find a mask and wear it well,

so your true identity no one can tell.

Running her hand along the mahogany banister, she dragged her matte black nails lightly over the veneer, making a dull scraping sound as she passed that likely no other ears could hear but her own.  The music was loud, the lights low, and the floor filled with abundant bodies mingling and eager to begin the night.  Pausing at the end of the grand ballroom, she leaned slightly over the railing of the upper-level balcony, feeling the cool press of wrought iron filigree against the thin material of her dress.  The corners of her red stained lips turned up into a coy grin, dark eyes sweeping the lower level in a quiet appraisal of the ones that couldn't resist the temptation of an elaborate gathering; no matter how high the price of admission.  There were those too, of course, that she had invited of the lower classes, and perhaps some arguably unsavory characters as well.  For them, however, there had been no charge of admittance; her attempt to get a variety of people under one roof for a night.  Tonight's purpose was to gather various wakes of people under one roof, encouraging them to mingle beneath veils of false illusions, personas that were entirely made up, to watch them interact and mingle and see what might come of it all.  Perhaps their truths would surface, perhaps they would remain well hidden.  

But that was the fun of it all, no?

With a flick of her wrist, the queue motions the DJ to silence the music, causing mildly confused looks to ensue from the partygoers beneath her.  Easily predictable, their glances scatter, looking about for the reason for the painful lack of rhythm the room now held.  Patiently, she waits for their gazes to begin to move upward with soft murmurs to accompany, and the silly little grin she wears slowly broadens to a dazzling smile.  One by one, their attention lands on the ebony haired woman on the second tier,  her corset dress of ruby and black, her hair a messy bun at the nape of her neck, and the masque she wears upon her face an intricate design of sparkles and swirls.

"Bienvenue, my friends to the first ever Grey Cove Foundation's Masquerade Ball!"  Grey Cove Foundation?  Yeah, it didn't exist--she had made that shit up.  She'd most likely pocket a small funding of the benefit money for her group before anonymously donating the rest to a worthy charity tomorrow.  Nevermind where she had acquired the means to fund this elaborate affair either.

"I am the Mistress of Ceremonies, or you may call me Emcee for your shortened convenience.  You may be wondering to yourself 'What ceremonies is she referring to?' but allow me to tell you that aside from eating, drinking, dancing and some wicked revelry, there are none."  At this she pauses and shrugs nonchalantly, "But let's be honest, what more could you really want for a promising Saturday night?"

"Remember my friends, your identities are your own tonight unless you choose to divulge them to your fellow comrades.  Otherwise, wear your mask proudly, pick a different name for yourself, and chase your deepest desire filled doings, or undoings."  Pausing, she raises the crystal glass of neat bourbon that suddenly appeared in her hand, her smile turning mischievous,  "Because only the Devil can judge us tonight."  Turning up the glass, she swallows the smooth burn before raising it once more in a mock salute.  Another signal and the music begins again as she moves away from the railing.  Laughing quietly to herself in practically giddy excitement, she begins her descent down the staircase into the throng of moving bodies.

A night of observation, of gathering information, of experimentation, and maybe a little self-participation on her part, if given the right opportunity... 


OOC: So basically irl I've been in party planning mode and thought that a masquerade ball in human pony world might be fun.  Also thought it would be fun for them to have the opportunity to keep their identities concealed and see what happens.  Or feel free to go ahead and tell people who they are.  Breckin gave the bouncers very strict orders to adhere to, so wearing masks are a must to get in! ;]

Her Dress
Her Mask
The Place