@profilingMasks — #outglutmasquerade
Well. I suppose the game has become somewhat less difficult. Yes, it is true. I am @theMarquise. The Bourreaucrat recognized me before I had the courtesy to finish my little experiment, and once an Orphaner begins advancing upon you with a hand on his sword, there are only so many dignified ways to preserve the mystery. The respirator came off, the hair came down, and I may have let a title or two slip before making my exit. Marquise. Orphaner. Ships, pursuits, unfinished stories. If those words mean something to you, congratulations. If they do not, I see little reason to spoil the pleasure of discove...Read more
#OutGlutMasquerade The final night update part two continues to shed subtlety at an alarming rate. The Rake and Meritomb have upgraded their dance into a thoroughly messy kiss, complete with Meritomb lifting her clean off the ground to close the height difference. The Raven and Donskoy have quietly agreed that whatever this is does not need to end with the masks, with Donskoy promising future attention once names become available. And, perhaps most suspiciously, Madame Voleur has apparently decided that one dangerous bureaucrat was not enough, leaving lipstick on the Bourreaucrat’s mask and receiving w...Read more
The final night is doing what final nights do best: making everyone suddenly honest because there is no tomorrow left to hide behind. The Scarecrow finally asked the Magnated for his dance, Pale Thorn and the Tempter have apparently decided subtlety is optional, and Scarface managed the astonishing feat of apologizing to Madame Voleur without immediately ruining it. As for myself, I arrived dressed as though the atmosphere had become hostile and was promptly rewarded with a Debonair who saw every warning sign and elected to dance closer anyway. Charming. The masks are thinning, the cards are being shown, ...Read more
This is it. The third and final night, which means everyone has only a little longer to squeeze whatever they can out of these identities before the masks finally come off. So far, the Scarecrow finally worked up the nerve to ask the Magnated for a dance before the night ends, and she accepted, which feels like a very fitting payoff to something that has been brewing since the first night. Pale Thorn and the Tempter have also crossed firmly into flirting territory, complete with a cheek kiss and Tempter admitting they may be more “tempted” than tempting. And meanwhile Madame Voleur and Scarface are using ...Read more
FAVORITE QUOTES: DAY TWO Day two somehow managed to become simultaneously sweeter, stranger, hornier, and significantly worse at maintaining anonymity. I believe technically some of these come from the early hours of the mourning, before tonight's chicanery. However, I decided to allot them because they did not get a spotlight prior. Some personal favorites: #OutGlutMasquerade #Suggestive AD: “what an yntense readyng yrregardless! goodness!” ANTH: “Dance, good company, and maybe a good drink? Maybe there's only two out of the three, but the music has to be a bonus, right?” Bee: “thank y0u f0r b...Read more
NEW FACES. Because apparently the ballroom had not reached capacity for mysterious weirdos yet. #OutGlutMasquerade THE DONSKOY: Late arrival in a catlike mask, carrying herself like somebody who knows perfectly well how to enter a room without demanding it notice. Already found Dr. Latency, accepted a dance, and demonstrated that she knows what she is doing on the floor. Quietly competent. Dangerous archetype. THE SPRITE: Arrived attached to the Spider's arm and radiating enough excitement for both of them. Has mostly spent the evening at the bar people-watching, drinking, and discovering that being ...Read more
DAY TWO UPDATE. Everybody slept on their mistakes and has returned refreshed enough to make new ones. THE RAKE: Significantly less shattered than when we last saw her. She describes last night as providing clarification, catharsis and closure, admits that hope may simply be “self-delusion that occasionally becomes true,” and has decided she is going to enjoy herself anyway. She then kissed the Demoiselle on the cheek and immediately went looking for the Vulpes because she apparently had an apology to make. Character development is possible, even here, folks. THE RAKE + THE VIXEN: Speaking of reco...Read more
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 to...Read more
Out of Context Moments! #OutGlutMasquerade Frost Tail: “...captchaloguing a bunch of catered food before heading off to try and figure out how the hell to get a guest room.” The Magnated: “God how he wishes someone in here was wearing a blue shirt.” The Vulpes: “Well my dear flame, will you lead the way?” The Rake: “One more moment. Just one more. Please.” The Coquette: “...even if you have to be resigned to standing in place for the rest of tyme, you don't have to stay just the same as you were once.” Dekai: “His smirk is smug and his aura is farmed.” The Angel: “The Rake and The Ange...Read more
THE DUDEBRO: Arrived on a skateboard wearing a floppy horse mask, announced himself at maximum volume, and immediately demanded that the Shikabane “read his shit.” The Shikabane’s reaction was simply: the horse is here. An excellent summary. DEKAI: Fedora. Uwuspeak. Aggressive confidence. Somehow capable of making Dr. Latency retreat across the ballroom by speaking near her. He arrived with the Qaud Qonnoisseur and has repeatedly referred to her as his woman, matechan, companion, et cetera. QAUD QONNOISSEUR: Would like everyone to know she is absolutely NOT with Dekai. He is nothing. Nobody. Merely some...Read more
S: The Bourreaucrat, The Scarecrow, The Mourner, The Shikabane, The Magnated, The Raven A: The Rake, The Noir, The Vixen, Madame Voleur, The Researcher, The Shadow, Blue Lord, Black Lord, Meritomb B: The Vulpes, The Angel, The Demoiselle, The Flare, Kraken, Dr. Latency, Pale Thorn, Frost Tail, Miss V, Coquette, Bee, Tempter, Scarface C: The Emptiness, Ramshead, Mashen Tiandi, Sir Peppermint, Hollow, The Spider D: Doll, Hakrust, Kenstyl Love This is not a ranking of quality, this is a ranking of how likely they are to cause a certain sort of spectacle that I am awaiting. #OutGlutMasquerad...Read more
A correction to my earlier reporting: the ballroom is not where relationships are revealed. The ballroom is where relationships are performed. If you want the truth, or at least something close enough to the truth to ruin somebody's evening, watch the door to the other room. Consider the Rake. Out beneath the chandeliers, she has spent the night collecting blushes like gambling chips. The Demoiselle was swept onto the floor, praised, dipped, kissed. The Flare received much the same confident treatment later. One could reasonably conclude that the Rake simply considers courtship another competitive sport. ...Read more
The trouble with these masks is that they conceal your faces far better than your relationships. Take our matching Lords. When asked whether they were together, there was a pause before the Black one supplied "close friends," followed by the Blue one agreeing with all the confidence of someone being asked to corroborate an alibi. Perhaps that is precisely what they are. Perhaps I am the Condesce. Whetever their arrangement, they move like they are accustomed to the same foxhole. Curiously, this has not prevented the Blue Lord's attention from wandering. The Vixen noticed. Of course. She seems to notice...Read more
There are a few guests tonight who have become difficult to ignore because they seem to understand what a masquerade is actually for. The Noir has spent much of the evening quietly constructing a map of everyone else, asking questions just casual enough to pass for conversation while taking mental, and occasionally literal, notes. The Raven is doing much the same with considerably more grace, preferring to watch the room breathe before deciding where to step into it. The Rake, by contrast, has made herself impossible to miss. Confident, practiced, and apparently incapable of allowing a dance partner to le...Read more