henhursthall | OSTARA MASQUERADE

ostara masquerade

what's up? It's just after 7:00 PM when all those who decided to attend the mysterious masquerade begin to hear traditional Celtic music coming from the stairwells. If they follow it, it leads them to the mysterious 5th floor, where an opened door has appeared. Walk through it, and they'll enter another world.

Party-goers immediately find themselves in a mossy forest, where the trees are decorated with tiny flowing lights and a small stream is all that parts them from a path that leads them to a beautiful party deep in the woods. As soon as the hop over the stream, their outfits change and they're suddenly wearing masks that completely disguise them. Their new outfits are reminiscent of old Celtic dress with a hint of the fantastical, from long gowns to tartan to doublets. Flowers are abundant, both in their hair and on their masks, which are shaped commonly like spring animals. Rabbits, deer, lambs, and (of course) chickens. With the mask on, no one can recognize them, even if they otherwise should be able to by their voice or appearance.

There are giant toadstools that serve as seating, or they can lie down on a patch of moss. Drinks, which are plentiful, are served in large acorns or as improbable dew drops that retain their surface tension despite their size. If they want a snack, there are two bowls of bottomless eggs. The white eggs are the richest, most luxurious soft boiled eggs they've ever tasted. The rainbow colored eggs are a candy shell full of chocolate.

Meanwhile, beautiful snowy white chickens wander through the clearing, unconcerned by the humans.

A ?man? who must be one of the residents is teaching people to make Ostara egg charms: blow out an egg, paint it with something that represents your desires, and then either hang it up if your wish it about a person, or bury it if your wish is about prosperity.

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how this works! ⬥ How the Anonymity Charm works: Someone wearing a charmed mask is unrecognizable to those looking at them. While it can't immediately be determined who they are from their appearance or their voice, maybe something from their speech patterns will tip your character off — or something they choose to tell them.

⬥ Characters will know intuitively when they're speaking with someone they're related to, but they won't know the nature of that relation. For example, Rose Weasley would know if she were talking to someone she's related to, but she wouldn't know if it was Hugo, Roxanne, or Albus.

⬥ The party begins a little after 7:00 PM, and will last until 3:00 AM. If your character doesn't leave the party on time, they'll fall asleep and reawaken in their bed.

⬥ When your character does exit the party, they're still wearing the fantasy costumes the magic put them in, and they still have their masks, although they no longer disguise the wearer. Hopefully they weren't too attached to the "sexy" outfit they arrived in.

locations! ⬦ WHAT'S UP?: What did your character arrive wearing, and what did the magic of the 5th floor dress them in instead? What's your character up to tonight in general?

⬦ THE TOADSTOOLS: A patch of gigantic toadstools for sitting on, and baskets full of eggs and strange drinks.

⬦ THE WOODS: The woods are quieter, more private.

⬦ EGG CHARMS: Does your character make an egg charm? What are they wishing for?

⬦ SPIN THE CHICKEN: One of these chickens seems keen on facilitating a strange sort of spin the bottle. Pick up the chicken, set the chicken down, and it will choose a (supposedly) random person somewhere in the circle.

⬦ LATE AT NIGHT: The lights all dim, and it seems to be time to head back to the real world. Or perhaps your character already has.

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

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Roxy's eyes are trained to pick up on movement like this, and someone else's nervous motions spark her own. She finds herself first chasing this girl with her eyes, then just following, lost in the dream. Which she doesn't quite realize until the girl pauses, and Roxy finds herself out in the open and stalking someone. Subideal. She covers by landing a respectful distance from the other girl's elbow, conspiratorial instead of being a creep. "...Who're you watching?" She mostly-whispers, trying to follow the gaze.

Corrie startles at being spoken to. There are people all around, of course, but she hadn't thought anyone particularly noticed her. Hilarious, considering she'd planned on being noticeable tonight, but it felt different when the disguise was something you have no control over, when you really can't pick out your neighbours.

She turns to the feather-faced man she'd been looking at (now gone), then back to the Fawn. "I'm looking for someone," she whispers back.

Well. The hare already has a target. Roxanne tries to follow with her eyes, squinting, only a little pondering that two prey animals are trying to be predators, now. "Which one? Should be easy to track."

No one's asked her to become part of any scheme, but years of Weasley has conditioned her to fall into step without asking many questions.

More surprises: she has a companion (sidekick?) now. "Scamander." It's a good name to whisper, but maybe not clear enough. "Lorcan. It might not be him, but he had a notebook."

She glances back over her shoulder. Still gone. "He was in all green."

"Unless. One of those reporters snuck in here." But if she says Scamander, maybe it's a Scamander. She doesn't know them all too well. "...Green blends in. Sorry. What way was he headed, did you see?"

A reporter! Corrie straightens at the thought. Now she's doubly determined to find him. Not on her watch. "That way, I think," she says, leaning forward as she points, "between those two trees? He's kept to the edges of things, from what I've seen." Would Scamander do that? "You really think we were infiltrated?"

OSTARA MASQUERADE

THE TOADSTOOLS:Two Alert Young Women

THE TOADSTOOLS:Two Alert Young Women

THE TOADSTOOLS:Two Alert Young Women

THE TOADSTOOLS:Two Alert Young Women

THE TOADSTOOLS:Two Alert Young Women

THE TOADSTOOLS:Two Alert Young Women