OSTARA MASQUERADE

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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.

visuals!

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!

Comments

THE TOADSTOOLS: A Sweaty Young Woman & a critic

[highlygrifted]

"Haven't got much of a choice, now have I?" Siân balances two white eggs in the palm of one hand and picks up a tulip shaped egg up cup with the other. "Grab another and a couple of spoons, will yuh?" She calls over her shoulder as she makes her way to a toadstool table.

THE TOADSTOOLS: A Sweaty Young Woman & a critic

[humansuit]

"NO." He huffs, but immediately does what he's told anyway. Not that he follows orders, generally, but. Again, he really did want to try eggs, and if he's going to get poisoned, it may as well be among witnesses. So he follows. He sits almost reluctantly, but tosses over the same spoon. "They could've at least made toast." What's an egg without toast.

THE TOADSTOOLS: A Sweaty Young Woman & a critic

[highlygrifted]

Siân sets an egg in its cup in front of her reluctant dining partner and sets about delicately cracking open her own. "Rather picky for a cat, you," she raises her eyebrows, though the expression is lost behind her daisy mask. "My cats back home will eat anything."

Setting the top of the eggshell aside, she takes a spoonful of the decadent, soft filling and puts it in her mouth. She doesn't immediately die. "Go on then, try some," she encourages. "Or are cats not meant to have eggs?"

THE TOADSTOOLS: A Sweaty Young Woman & a critic

[humansuit]

It probably says a lot about Lysander that he allows this person to put the egg in the cup, crack it open, and take a sip without a single complaint, but then continue to pull a suspicious face when faced with his own.

But it really wouldn't be a full night, if he didn't try the food. And Lorcan would probably like an excuse to come back to the fae realm, if that's what this is. "Cats are famously picky. They don't eat anything right away." Rather cat-like himself, he taps open his eggshell and scoops a little on to the spoon.

"...And I'm not a cat." He only bothers to say after giving it a little sniff, proving himself wrong once again.