Masqueraider
@profilingMasks
LUCKILY I DIDN’T GO TO THE MASQUERADE. OTHERWISE, I WOULD HAVE NAMED MYSELF SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THE MASQUERADE.
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 discovery. With that, @Masqueraider will be left archival. The masquerade has served its purpose, the mask has done its work, and I have no intention of wearing a name after its usefulness has expired. Consider the posts preserved evidence of three nights spent watching strangers become wonderfully careless behind borrowed faces. Some of you were very entertaining. Some of you were very observant. And one of you really should have known better than to let a pirate dance this close. I may make a single post archiving the remainder of the night. #OutGlutMasquerade #MasqueraiderRevealed
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ok... novw this makes more sense.
I apologize for leaving early, lovely. I ran out of time. Keep an eye out for future communic8tions.
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No one guessed who I was correctly on the poll.
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 their dance to finally air out some real resentment, with Scarface admitting that their habit of trying to one-up each other has gone too far and actually apologizing for it. The disguises are getting thinner, the conversations are getting more honest, and everybody is very aware that there is no fourth night waiting for them. Use what time you have left. #OutGlutMasquerade Come get pictures with me. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/61c83e242bf2.png
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meet me at the cool people area. (smokers corner). #substance #outglutmasquerade
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READ ALL ABOUT IT -- [ Today is the final day of the #OutglutMasquerade! As always, it's doors will be opening at 10am. But if you spent the night, you may roam early. I cannot thank all of you attendents who came, I hope it's been delightful for you. And I cannot describe the enjoy and adoration I find myself having every raz I see someone enjoying themselves in the main hall. ]
Imagine you were at the #outglutmasquerade and Lord English was there in the shitiest little mask ever and everyone had to pretend they didn't recognize him.
You're PULLING MY LEG
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 recovery, apparently the Rake's chosen therapeutic exercise is the Vixen. Their dance became an increasingly close contest in mutual surrender, control and lipstick transfer, with both of them very aware of what the other was doing. The Rake eventually solved the tension by pulling the Vixen off the dance floor and toward a private room for what was described as “a dance of an entirely different kind.” This reporter respects a clear escalation of stakes. MASHEN TIANDI + RAMSHEAD: Yesterday's awkwardness appears to be evaporating at alarming speed. They arrived together again, immediately returned to dancing, and Ramshead is noticeably more comfortable with him. Mashen has now internally reached the dangerous stage of “she's cute, stop thinking that,” which famously prevents absolutely nobody from continuing to think exactly that. Ramshead also casually planted herself on his lap later. Whatever they are doing, it can't mean nothing. THE BUTTERFLY: New arrival. Tall, gothic, enormous ornate wings, fully committed to the visual concept. More importantly, she appears to have entered the ballroom and immediately located her target. THE BUTTERFLY + MISS BALAM: Oh, this one is not subtle. Compliments began immediately. “You look gorgeous.” “You look stunning.” Blushing followed. Balam kissed the Butterfly on the cheek over her mask, admired her wings, and then dragged her toward the dance floor. The Butterfly appears perfectly happy with this arrangement. THE MAGNATED + THE SCARECROW: I regret to inform everyone that this remains suspicious. The Magnated has been visibly staring him down. The Scarecrow, meanwhile, got distracted mid-conversation with the Demoiselle by the host performing onstage, removed his hat, ran his fingers through his straw-hair and managed one extremely eloquent internal response: “Golly.” He then apologized to the Demoiselle for staring at another lady while talking to her. Sir. You did not make this less obvious. Only, more scandalous. THE DEMOISELLE + THE SCARECROW: The Demoiselle has also begun spending time with him, meeting Johnny the crow and encouraging him to stop being quite so formal with her. The Scarecrow remains physically incapable of interacting with a woman without becoming a bashful agricultural emergency. THE VULPES + MERITOMB: Meritomb asked for a dance and the Vulpes accepted with enthusiasm. Meritomb immediately abandoned formal composure, grabbed both her hands, ran onto the floor, spun her around and dipped her. Apparently some people need three nights to develop chemistry. Others require approximately twelve seconds and sufficient floor space. THE RESEARCHER + THE FLARE: Still comfortably orbiting one another. The Researcher has been leaning into the Flare, wrapping an arm around her, and eventually kissed the top of her head before wandering off to deliberately make herself uncomfortable by flirting with strangers. THE NOIR + THE SPIDER: The Spider finally accepted a dance. During it, the Noir slowly realized that the Spider may have identified them first. The Spider then quietly explained exactly how it recognized the Noir based on something said about asking people to dance. The detective has apparently been out-detectived by the person whose primary activity yesterday was gleefully spinning around alone. The Noir jokingly offered over the hat. Correct response. This is definitely not a reference to recent media. SIR PEPPERMINT: Returned rested, ate a candy cane for breakfast, and has spent much of the evening being almost aggressively pleasant. He has already accumulated conversation with Raven, Mashen, Ramshead and Tempter and appears determined to have perhaps the healthiest evening occurring anywhere in the building. SIR PEPPERMINT + TEMPTER: These two have apparently seen the circulating rankings regarding who is most likely to “cause a stir.” Peppermint discovered he had been placed in C while Tempter was in B. Both agreed that at least neither of them received S. I had not anticipated my irresponsible journalism becoming in-universe reading material for the subjects, yet here we are. THE DOLL: New arrival. Nervous, uncertain who to approach, currently discovering one of the central truths of the masquerade: wearing a solid mask makes the food table considerably more aspirational. WISE OWL: New arrival. Quiet, observant, immediately evaluating the quality of the drinks. Current review: unimpressive. NEKOMATA: New arrival. Well dressed, eager, and accompanied by a tail large enough that anonymity may require divine intervention. CHRYSOTILE: Has appeared and attempted conversation with the Wise Owl, only to discover that the Owl was sufficiently distracted by the playlist to accidentally ignore them. They eventually slithered off toward the other room. Tragic. ANTHOUSA: Another fresh mask, arriving considerably later into the evening. So far she has danced, become tired, requested water with lemon, and been immediately informed by the Wise Owl that the bar is mediocre. Welcome to the party. THE NOIR: Still investigating everyone. Has now accidentally become one of the evening's more wholesome dance partners. The first night was about concealment. The second is already beginning to look like the night where everybody realizes the masks are useless. Hopefully they finally start truly having fun. #OutGlutMasquerade
Perhaps you will put together my clues then, Noir. Or at least, have the audacity to offer a dance.
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 guy who walks by her hive. They arrived together. He dressed her. She is getting angrier every time anyone suggests they might know each other. QAUD QONNOISSEUR, CONTINUED: Immediately redirected her attention toward the Raven, called her “everything,” attempted to curtsy, and fell directly onto the floor. The Raven helped her back up. Dekai may have entered a rivalry he does not understand. THE MECHANICAL: Entered with the stated objective of discovering why organic existence is worth maintaining. Unfortunately, something inside its cloak appears to be conducting an entirely different research project involving terrible whiskey. THE THING INSIDE THE MECHANICAL: Produced an enormously long arm ending in a talking hand, grew smaller hands out of that hand to drink with, acquired a tiny hat and bow, complained about modern parties, and was eventually physically reeled back into the Mechanical’s cloak. No further comment. THE RAKE + THE ANGEL: Mystery mostly solved. The Angel appears to be the person at the center of the Rake’s earlier emotional collapse. The Rake held her, told her repeatedly that everything would be alright, and specifically said, “I forgive you.” They then danced while the Angel cried, and the Rake had considerable difficulty making herself let go when the song ended. SCARFACE + THE COQUETTE: Scarface finally found somebody willing to call his bluff. The Coquette put a hand directly on his ass. Scarface visibly flushed violet before trying desperately to recover his swagger. Their conversation has since moved into dreams, drives, food, pinching, squealing and things that might get them removed from the venue if attempted publicly. THE VIXEN + THE VULPES: New dance partner, noticeably concentrated attention. “Guiding star.” “Gravity.” Chest-to-chest movement. Challenge accepted. The Vixen usually behaves like she is hunting the room; with the Vulpes she seems more interested in whether her partner can keep up. THE SHADOW + BEE: The staring has become a dance. The Shadow crossed the room specifically for Bee, took their hand and led. Bee used psionics to float upward and compensate for the height difference. Somehow one of the stranger interactions tonight is also among the most functional. THE BOURREAUCRAT + MADAME VOLEUR: Whatever this interrogation was originally supposed to be, it has become a game. Madame accused him of deliberately leaving his folio close enough to tempt her into stealing it. He admitted he wanted to see whether she would try. She asked what would happen if she did. He told her she would make it two steps, perhaps three, before he caught her, then informed her that her restraint disappointed him. Entirely professional behavior. THE MAGNATED + MERITOMB: Yesterday’s sequence of punch, dragging and drink-pouring has somehow transitioned into partner dancing. Meritomb deliberately stepped on the Magnated’s toes while criticizing her habit of observing instead of participating. The Magnated responded by dancing circles around the insult and refusing to give Meritomb the argument she clearly wanted. THE MOURNER + THE SHIKABANE: The Mourner immediately tried to secure another reading after finishing the first. The Shikabane reminded him that other mortals exist. He accepted this suspiciously gracefully, promised to find them again, and returned to the ballroom still carrying the Shikabane’s red spider lilies. THE MOURNER, CONTINUED: Returned from the quiet room, surveyed the complete social disaster now occupying the ballroom, declared that things had apparently become “quieter,” and immediately began watching the Bourreaucrat. Trouble recognizes trouble. THE SCARECROW + THE RAVEN: Still painfully gentle. He offered his arm. She took it happily and told him to lead the way. They returned to the ballroom together. Unfortunately for the Scarecrow, multiple unrelated guests have now independently begun noticing that he is cute. TEMPTer: Specifically described the Scarecrow as “cute in the pitiful way,” like a stumbling grub one might simultaneously adore and crush. This counts as admiration here. THE SPIDER: Continues to interact with almost nobody and appears to be having one of the best evenings of anyone present. DR. LATENCY: Currently losing a psychological war against Dekai’s speech patterns. THE NOIR: Still taking notes. Disturbingly relatable. #OutGlutMasquerade
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. #OutGlutMasquerade
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