That will be all from me for tonight. The masks have slipped, romances have complicated themselves, at least one person has cried, another has been punched, someone arrived on a skateboard wearing a horse head, and that guy was there. You know. Borreaucrat. All things considered, a successful first night. A reminder to those still lingering beneath the chandeliers: the Masquerade closes for the evening in approximately one hour. Finish your drinks. Finish your dances. Say whatever you have spent the last several hours deciding not to say. There will be another night, but there will not be another tonight. Favorite Moment of the Night: The Shikabane, confronted with the sudden arrival of the Dudebro: “The horse is here..” #OutGlutMasquerade
