[D4 LE] Information Event: Eyes wide shut - Roleplay thread

[Miya Nishida]

The little fox had weaved through the crowd with some ease, dancing steps helping . . . or they were just very experienced at negotiating tight spaces. The only distraction had been some of the other dancers, the vulpine mask halting to watch and appreciate the skill on show.

"Woah there's some skilled people here tonight. Oh is that for me?"

Small hands reached for one of the glasses.

"Of course for you,..." he said and smiled, handing Hinata the glass, and placed his hand briefly, for a moment or two, over his, before lifting his glass slightly into the light, the sake had something intriguing in the light and smoke of the room.
"There is some talent here, Kitsune-tan, and everyone is a dancer in his own way. Did you see the woman in the punk costume? Or the mysterious gentleman earlier? Everyone is throwing themselves on the dance floor, pretending to be someone else, but for once they can be real here, even if only dressed in masks." he philosophized and held up the glass, "Here's to you".

[Kaiu Setsu]

(OOC: Many apologies, I can't believe I missed this earlier!))

Mariko, who seemed to be content to play the wallflower tonight, raised her brows when the masked tuxedo man approached her for conversation. After being given a bow, she would return the gesture by placing her hand on her skirt and dipping into a curtsy. "Hardly a jewel but I forgive the common mistake. I'd like to think that I am more like a star of the night. Good evening and how do you do tonight?"

"A star indeed. Not even this mask protected my eyes, as I was struck as if by lightning." He mentions, adjusting his mask, and adds up, "I am delightfully learning how it is to play a charming mysterious man, or a cunning villain. I confess I am rather confused which one is which, or if they're both the same."

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OOC: Senpai noticed me!

[Asahina Hinata]

"Of course for you,..." he said and smiled, handing Hinata the glass, and placed his hand briefly, for a moment or two, over his, before lifting his glass slightly into the light, the sake had something intriguing in the light and smoke of the room.
"There is some talent here, Kitsune-tan, and everyone is a dancer in his own way. Did you see the woman in the punk costume? Or the mysterious gentleman earlier? Everyone is throwing themselves on the dance floor, pretending to be someone else, but for once they can be real here, even if only dressed in masks." he philosophized and held up the glass, "Here's to you".

That was a bit much for the derpy Crane . . . sorry . . . dancing fox to process, so they just nodded and sipped their sake, apparently oblivious to the hands touching over the glass.

"So do you have any ideas about the others here. Oh, there's another fox over there!"

[Bayushi Ryuhei]

Having spotted her husband, she gave a little sign with one hand asking for his help.

He promptly approached. "I am her once Moto husband." He presented himself to Yamako with succinct functionality, assuming a fellow Unicorn would appreciate some directness in this nuance-steeped environment.

[Miya Nishida]

That was a bit much for the derpy Crane . . . sorry . . . dancing fox to process, so they just nodded and sipped their sake, apparently oblivious to the hands touching over the glass.

"So do you have any ideas about the others here. Oh, there's another fox over there!"

"Well, with some I have an idea who it might be, with others not so much." he said, drinking some of his sake, "Shall we make it a guessing game? Who do you think is the other fox, Kitsune-tan?"

[Asahina Hinata]

"Well, with some I have an idea who it might be, with others not so much." he said, drinking some of his sake, "Shall we make it a guessing game? Who do you think is the other fox, Kitsune-tan?"

"Oh well we could, but I haven't met all that many people yet."

He looked at the other Fox, brows furrowing under the mask where no one could see the pain of problem solving to this particular kitsune.

"Well they're small, like me, but they can't be me. There's a little Spider and a Unicorn and oh there's a little Fox but he has a monkey with him usually."

[Miya Nishida]

"Oh well we could, but I haven't met all that many people yet."

He looked at the other Fox, brows furrowing under the mask where no one could see the pain of problem solving to this particular kitsune.

"Well they're small, like me, but they can't be me. There's a little Spider and a Unicorn and oh there's a little Fox but he has a monkey with him usually."

"A Fox wiht a Monkey?" he asked, eying the other Samurai in the room, "I think i know exactly who the little Spider is, if i'm correct she's as beautiful as she's devious." he replied, eying her through the room

[Asahina Hinata]

"A Fox wiht a Monkey?" he asked, eying the other Samurai in the room, "I think i know exactly who the little Spider is, if i'm correct she's as beautiful as she's devious." he replied, eying her through the room

"Oh devious?? But she sounded so friendly!!!"

The mask settled back on looking at the other fox mask.

"Would a Fox choose a fox mask? It seems a little . . . . obvious?"

[Bayushi Tenma]

He promptly approached. "I am her once Moto husband." He presented himself to Yamako with succinct functionality, assuming a fellow Unicorn would appreciate some directness in this nuance-steeped environment.

He wasn't the best Scorpion certainly, but he was HER Scorpion.

Yamako gently grasped the napkin and used it to wipe her hair and face gently, thankful for waterproof mascara at least. She replaced the mask. “Thank you. Could you point me towards the restroom by any chance? I suspect my hair could use further assistance.”

She looked at Ryuhei, "Can you find the location of the restrooms for me quick? If you don't already know where the hid them."

[Ide Yamako]

He promptly approached. "I am her once Moto husband." He presented himself to Yamako with succinct functionality, assuming a fellow Unicorn would appreciate some directness in this nuance-steeped environment.

He wasn't the best Scorpion certainly, but he was HER Scorpion.

Yamako gently grasped the napkin and used it to wipe her hair and face gently, thankful for waterproof mascara at least. She replaced the mask. “Thank you. Could you point me towards the restroom by any chance? I suspect my hair could use further assistance.”

She looked at Ryuhei, "Can you find the location of the restrooms for me quick? If you don't already know where the hid them."

Slightly startled but hiding it well, she bowed. "It is good to meet another who has tasted the wild air. Have you enjoyed your time here so far?"

[Akodo Reki]

She'd likely not find anything familiar in the slender limbs accompanied by smooth curves and the mirrored mask obscured far too much of the face as Kazumi turned to her

"Well one can be in the crowd and still be apart from it, just as one be separated and yet still part of the whole." The said simply gesturing to those same rooms "I'd wager the people behind those curtains are much more involved here than you are....." they paused contemplating "How should I refer to you? Horse-sama seems, too blunt."

"Trying to tease out some information?" Reki smiled ruefully, "Hoping the name I give will reveal something about me?"

"Hmm, true on your point...one can be separated even inside the whole. I suppose there is no point in hiding the obvious, this isn't precisely my idea of a fun night. It's interesting of course, and the Scorpion certainly know how to throw a party...but I suppose I am of a more sparse upbringing. And used to a more austere sort of social event."

[Soshi Kazumi]

"Trying to tease out some information?" Reki smiled ruefully, "Hoping the name I give will reveal something about me?"

"Hmm, true on your point...one can be separated even inside the whole. I suppose there is no point in hiding the obvious, this isn't precisely my idea of a fun night. It's interesting of course, and the Scorpion certainly know how to throw a party...but I suppose I am of a more sparse upbringing. And used to a more austere sort of social event."

The mirrored mask chuckled "Well if I were playing a guessing game I'd say you just eliminated a few options. Going off stereotypes at least."

They seemed amused but also interested as one arm crossed just under their chest and tucked under the other arm which supported a glass with clear liquid in it.

Kazumi looked to her for a moment "Well what does an austere good time look like for you Horse-sama?"

[Boogiepop]

His smile broadened, more wickedly, perfectly at home for such a masquerade. Looking about as she described the various characters, he wanted to make sure they found a prospect that would be enjoyable for both. Not that there was any lack of that.

"Someone in Crimson and Gold, I think. A delight of our hosts." His voice low, while still allowing her to lead, his strps grew bolder. Looking more a man on a mission for his beloved.

Moving through the party, until they would 'bump' into someone to their tastes

Susumu Kimurahime

"Crimson and Gold? Those are rather peculiar combinations aren't they, my prince? I would think that our hosts are typically more found in crimson and ebony? However, we might be able to find a curiosity among here with those colours..." Kimurahime mused out loud as her gaze sweep around the room to look for a suitable subject for their court.

There was an attendee who arrived at the event. Fashionably late, of course. She was dressed in a short-sleeve lace dress with a long sheer red shawl around her shoulders. Her mask was gold filigree and adorn with diamonds and pearl.



"Perhaps, that one?" Kimurahime would subtly bring attention to her husband.

[Bayushi Mariko]

"A star indeed. Not even this mask protected my eyes, as I was struck as if by lightning." He mentions, adjusting his mask, and adds up, "I am delightfully learning how it is to play a charming mysterious man, or a cunning villain. I confess I am rather confused which one is which, or if they're both the same."

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OOC: Senpai noticed me!

"Careful there," the woman would say impassively as her gaze took another look at his costume. "It would be rather embarrassing if you couldn't find your way back home after being blinded. I don't think this place takes well to loiterers at the end of the evening. They have a lot to clean up afterwards."

She took a sip of her glass, filled with some wine that made the event a little more bearable. If nothing else, the drink offerings here were always exquisite. You can't celebrate the height of decadence if you're going to have poor refreshments, it tends to easily spoil the mood for everyone. "Oh? I might be able to help you with that. What would make you a villain?"

[Susumu Yuji]

Susumu Kimurahime

"Crimson and Gold? Those are rather peculiar combinations aren't they, my prince? I would think that our hosts are typically more found in crimson and ebony? However, we might be able to find a curiosity among here with those colours..." Kimurahime mused out loud as her gaze sweep around the room to look for a suitable subject for their court.

There was an attendee who arrived at the event. Fashionably late, of course. She was dressed in a short-sleeve lace dress with a long sheer red shawl around her shoulders. Her mask was gold filigree and adorn with diamonds and pearl.



"Perhaps, that one?" Kimurahime would subtly bring attention to her husband.

He followed her indication, squinting slightly through the mask to make sure he could see them. The moments passed, and his painted smile curled at the corners, looking to her emersld clad darling. His fingers remaining laced with hers, before bringing her hand up to his lips, gently. "I think you're exactly right, beloved." Yuji then looked again to the attendee, squinting again, trusting Kimurahime as they approached them.

"It's always good to arrive fashionably late."

[Utaku Yesugen]

"Mhmm, certainly." Sakura slipped her arm around Yesugen's, if not pushed away, and started gently pulling towards the dancefloor. "Neko-chan unveiling her emotions must be a sight to see." Her own eyes were twinkling. The music was weird in its rhythm, typical Scorpion fanfare, anything to get you off balance. Still, she tried to move as best as she could, and not step on any toes.

Yesugen followed along, for this invitation had mentioned dancing. "Perhaps. As one may expect, not many are privy to it." That she had so embarrassingly lost her temper over a video game of all things still vexed her. At least that had been in her lodgings rather than in public.

Dancing required at least a modicum of the same acumen as piloting did. That allowed her to at least not make a complete fool of herself. However, the beat certainly didn't help; she never quite seemed to be a picture of grace, not that she often was anyways.

[Bayushi Ryuhei]

He promptly approached. "I am her once Moto husband." He presented himself to Yamako with succinct functionality, assuming a fellow Unicorn would appreciate some directness in this nuance-steeped environment.

He wasn't the best Scorpion certainly, but he was HER Scorpion.

Yamako gently grasped the napkin and used it to wipe her hair and face gently, thankful for waterproof mascara at least. She replaced the mask. “Thank you. Could you point me towards the restroom by any chance? I suspect my hair could use further assistance.”

She looked at Ryuhei, "Can you find the location of the restrooms for me quick? If you don't already know where the hid them."

Slightly startled but hiding it well, she bowed. "It is good to meet another who has tasted the wild air. Have you enjoyed your time here so far?"

"Sure, I know where they're hidden." He'd been taught to locate everything everywhere without much thought. A flicker of something jumped from eye to eye as he said that, perhaps the atmosphere of the event triggering him in some way. Still, he just provided the pointers.

"At the event? Yeah, it's been interesting, special Scorpion aesthetics and all. On this world? Hell yeah, my wife's here, she's the joy of my life." He replied to the Unicorn woman with a grin.

[Boogiepop]

He followed her indication, squinting slightly through the mask to make sure he could see them. The moments passed, and his painted smile curled at the corners, looking to her emersld clad darling. His fingers remaining laced with hers, before bringing her hand up to his lips, gently. "I think you're exactly right, beloved." Yuji then looked again to the attendee, squinting again, trusting Kimurahime as they approached them.

"It's always good to arrive fashionably late."

Susumu Kimurahime

Kimurahime smiled at the affectionate gesture given, although found herself blushing faintly as Yuji pushed a little more on the veneer of decorum here. "Let's see what comes from this before you thank me, although my intuition hasn't failed me yet."

Despite taking a backseat to the political negotiations, it was hard to dismiss her Imperial heritage and training.



The masked woman raised her brows when she was approached by not just one but two Spiders. She smiled softly as they neared, giving them a bow in greeting. "Good evening. I wouldn't say it's always good, especially when you've missed a good bulk of the conversation. Sometimes duties do get in the way of leisure but I hope there is some good company to be had still."

[Hotaru Sakura]

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Yesugen followed along, for this invitation had mentioned dancing. "Perhaps. As one may expect, not many are privy to it." That she had so embarrassingly lost her temper over a video game of all things still vexed her. At least that had been in her lodgings rather than in public.

Dancing required at least a modicum of the same acumen as piloting did. That allowed her to at least not make a complete fool of herself. However, the beat certainly didn't help; she never quite seemed to be a picture of grace, not that she often was anyways.

"So one must earn the privilege, neh?" Sak7ra danced along gladly....until she accidentally stepped on Yesugen's toes. "Gomenasai Neko-sama!" The alluring temptress perspna quickly shattered.

[Miya Nishida]

"Oh devious?? But she sounded so friendly!!!"

The mask settled back on looking at the other fox mask.

"Would a Fox choose a fox mask? It seems a little . . . . obvious?"

"She's friendly too, as long as she wants to spin you in" he replied with a grin, "A fox in a fox mask is not very creative indeed.... who do you think is the man in the mystery gentleman suit? I think he has pincers in any case,..." he gave as a hint.