maskormenacelogs | What's a Hero Without A Mask?

one;

[despite the masquerade theme, Lapis has forgone a mask. she seems to have forgone a costume entirely, wandering through the party in the same clothes she wears every day. those who don't know her may find that difficult to tell, however, thanks to her alien appearance. being blue is apparently a boon around this time of year, even if at this point she's a bit tired of being asked why she's wearing her outfit early throughout the month.

as far as anyone can tell, Lapis has only shown up to this because she lives in Nonah and isn't quite apathetic enough to ignore the mild (but benign, thankfully) commotion it's caused. aliens don't know anything about Halloween, after all, and no one seems to have filled her in on the details.

that would be the general assumption, anyway. anyone who looks at her too long or happens to make eye contact, however, will notice that as soon as they do her skin begins to bubble and boil. her face writhes and contorts into all manner of hideous shapes, usually ending with some kind of unidentifiable limb whipping out and reaching for the looker with grasping hands that stop just before they reach their target, should the victim not have made a move by then.

as her features rearrange themselves back to their original state, you might be able to hear...giggling. looks like Lapis understands this holiday a lot better than anyone realized.]

two;

[gems don't need to eat, but that doesn't mean they can't. Lapis generally doesn't partake, but with the heavy emphasis on sweets this night seems to have even her dull curiosity is piqued. she finds that the candy is actually pretty damn good, and ends up making her way through the crowds with a lollipop in her mouth and more goodies tucked away discreetly into her gem.

despite standing out like a blinking blue beacon in most circumstances, physical flashiness doesn't do much for you when you're in a large crowd and 4'5" with a generous ruler. Lapis elegantly weaves her way among the bodies for the most part, but even she can't avoid them all. the jostling always earns the perpetrator an irritated glare, but for the most part she doesn't push it. no reason to start a fight here of all places.

one nudge, however, has her pausing as she feels herself stumble onto an unfamiliar texture. shifting her lollipop in her mouth, she lifts a bare foot up to reveal...the sticky remains of someone else's candy binge, plastered to her sole. the quietly disgusted face she makes is almost impressive.]

...ugh.

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[or throw your own prompt at me! feel feel to bump into Lapis anywhere, I'm super open. c:]

one;

[Hazel's costume doesn't overtly fit with the more elegant aspects of the masquerade's decor, but she doesn't care in the least. she's masked, technically, and is so proud of this outfit that she'd be damned if she wouldn't take every possible opportunity to show it off.

the pride is understandable, really - while gruesome on its own, she's taken it a step further by pulling open all of the visible stitches on her body. this includes the top half of the enormous autopsy scar on her chest, which the very wide and very deep neckline of the nurse's uniform gives an excellent view of.

unwary partygoers (especially those coming out of the bathrooms) may find that Hazel is sneaking up behind them in a disturbingly familiar fashion. while she may have been 'asleep' for her death, her body remembers rigor mortis perfect well and mimics the jerky motions with uncomfortable accuracy. as soon as she creeps up behind her victim she's grabbing them sharply by the shoulders - or lower back, as their size and build may dictate. those boots don't give her any additional height whatsoever.

the mask muffles her voice slightly, but the uproarious laughter at managing to startle someone comes through loud and clear. Hazel is having the time of her unlife, and it really shows.]

two;

[she's not completely heartless, though. most of the evening before showing up here had been spent trick-or-treating, because immature children don't change their ways just because they can no longer actually eat the candy they collect.

the endeavor has left her with a sizable bag of loot, and at some point during the night she can be found in a doorway with the weighty sack, holding it out invitingly to the passersby.]

Want a piece?

[there is absolutely no way that this doesn't look suspicious as hell, and that's just what Hazel's hoping for. do you dare take some candy from someone dressed like that? there's no guaranteeing she hasn't put some additions of her own in there.]

three;

[wildcard! throw whatever prompt you want at me, I want it aaaall.]

[ It's been over a few hundred years since the Doctor's taken someone trick or treating. As such, the concept of 'stranger danger' is TOTALLY LOST ON HIM. No, he's more worried about the fact that this is Hazel and some of the candy is probably disgusting. Still, he spent an entire regeneration eating fish fingers and custard (why did he do that?) so the Doctor's palate is...more diverse than most. So, when Hazel opens the sack, he pretty much just reaches in, trying to root around for something in particular. ]

I know America won't have jelly babies, but is there anything fruity or chewy in there?

[ best roomie ever, just gonna grab some candy.

In comparison to Hazel, the Doctor's a bit more elegant. Thanks to d'Artagnan, he's cobbled together a new cardinal outfit over the remains of the one he wore to the swear-in since apparently Cardinal Richelieu didn't wear red (why'd they call him a cardinal, then?!) As such, the Doctor's new cardinal outfit is a bit more subdued but has a ton of leather. Bits of red show through the leather here and there and he still doesn't have a beard. But hey, he had two weeks, not an entire month, the Musketeers can deal. ]

I was out there for like, four hours. If there isn't something that's chewy and fruit-flavored then I don't know what to tell you.

[she jostles the bag around a little, less to hamper his progress and more to shake things up and hopefully bring an ideal piece of candy to light. there are definitely some tricks mixed in with the treats, but that doesn't mean she can't be a good roommate and help the Doctor get something that at least has the wrapper he wants.

whether the inside is similarly delicious...well, that's up to fate.]

Are you sure you shouldn't be watching your diabetes though, Grandpa?

[ It's not really a costume, but Kaneki is wearing a lot of white tonight, and his mask tonight is but a variant of his own usual ghoul mask, except it's also white and has black teeth and a golden zipper to match the golden bolts at the side. Some people who consider the get up scary, but given how kaneki's mask usually looks like, this is a very light version of it. Fancy too.

Though he is a bit uncomfortable in his clothes, he hides with the mask as he can. As usual, he doesn't touch or approach any food at all, but can be seen with a coffee cup in his hand st a corner. it's hard for him to enjoy himself, but he tries.

Well, sort of.

He is looking around, for any suspicious activity, to make sure he knows where the exists are if something happens. Can you blame him after all that happened? These gatherings usually mean someone will try to ruin something. ]

[ Masquerades fall under the fancy ball category, the sort of event Hawke always tried to avoid unless absolutely necessary back home. They meant dressing up and this one wasn't any different. Worse, she wasn't even the one who picked out what she's wearing! Not that she looks bad in what a certain fashionable thief picked out; a long red gown and a black mask that manages to be simple and intricate at the same time. The mask in particular is something she finds silly, personally, but it isn't the worst outcome. Still, a little too Orlesian, right?

Right.

Anyway, regardless of how nice it looks, a dress is still a dress and a full length one, including heels? She's not going to risk being social on those! No, no, she's going to sulk off by a wall, for the most part, although at some point she has to go in search of a drink.

It's then that what she was expecting to happen does, indeed, happen, and she steps on her own dress, immediately tripping with all the grace of-- well, of nothing graceful, so. Yeah. ]

Whoa! [ Hello, whoever she's just tripped right into, she's going to be hanging onto your arm to steady herself. ] Ah, well now, that could have gone worse...

[ That can be the wrapper he wants. He's not gonna find anything that's close to jelly babies but hey, Laffy Taffy works. The Doctor starts to fiddle with the wrapper, rolling his eyes at Hazel as he unwraps the red candy. It's probably cherry! Delicious. ]

The age bit's getting old. Surely you can find something to tease me about that isn't my age, hmm Susan?

[ And then he pops the candy in his mouth. About a second later, the Doctor gets this look of sheer horror on his face. Whether it's because he accidentally called Hazel 'Susan' (in his defense, Susan was the only one who called him Grandfather!) or because the supposedly cherry candy is actually cinnamon, who can tell. ]

[bet you were hoping that she wouldn't be able to hear that with her mask on, eh? there's no such thing as good luck between these two, however, and her immediate snickering makes it clear she caught the slip.]

Why should I when you can't even remember my name?

[ He goofed up. And, as such, is resorting to SULKING.

Two thousand going on two, ladies and gentleman. ]

She's my granddaughter, of course I'm going to call you Susan if you keep calling me Grandpa.

What, can't be assed to just adopt me instead?

[oh man this is so great, what a great way to spend this holiday. it's delightful enough to push the horrific imagery of the Doctor procreating out of her mind for the moment.]

[ He goofed up so much and is now probably going to keep calling her Susan out of sheer spite. God help us all if we get any other Doctor Who characters in game. ]

Usually something like adoption requires mutual consent. In other words, you'd have to go along with it as well.

[Qubit's actually not running security for once! Is a miracle. Instead, he's here in a variant of his usual outfit - that is to say, it's still a green suit, but it's considerably fancier than the one he's normally spotted in. It's got an unambiguous tailcoat and a little bit of Gothic flair, and the mask is something fairly simple, but matching. Of course, his hair is still as flippy as always, so there is no mistaking him for anyone else anyway.

He'll mostly be mingling and making small talk with folks, so feel free to bug him (or be bugged by him)!]

[god help us all if they start this bickering in front of literally anyone else and have to explain it, you mean.]

Hey, I'm all for humoring the old and feeble-minded. If it helps you remember how to make shit explode a little less then I'm all for it.

[ "It's friendship! ... Really, stop looking at us like that!" ]

Do I need to remind you that the biggest explosion of the past few weeks wasn't my fault? And, unlike you, I have a perfectly fine relationship with the Pines family so I doubt we'll have fireworks in the house ever again—well, fireworks caused by them ever again.

[she jabs a finger in his direction]

You don't need any outside help to fuck shit up like that!

[ Hey there tall haired person whose name the Doctor still doesn't know (for purposes of them probably yelling at each other in this thread, let's be real). With a grin, the Doctor saunters over towards Qubit. He's not wearing a mask but his costume is costumey enough (just with a little bit too much red and also sans beard). ]

Sensors! [ said with a grin. ] Working security again?

[ Grumpy clergyman fighting with tall freaky boob nurse thing. Needless to say, this is starting to attract a bit of attention in the sort of 'what the hell even' kind of way. ]

You're the one whose bad blood caused it to begin with!

[it's Halloween, folks! lighten up, christ!!]

It's not my fault you couldn't notice a fucking idiot brigade stomping through the living room and throwing fire bombs everywhere!

How many times do I have to say 'I wasn't in' before it goes through your tiny little human brain that I wasn't in?!

Look, only one of us has an excuse to be out at a stupid fucking hour like that, and it's me. You're going to need to find something else to hide behind.

Again, finding parts for a telepathic enhancer! What's so hard about that?

The fact that you're never going to get that shit working, at four in the morning or afternoon.

a. both nerds

[To no one's surprise, Hermann and Newton arrive together to the masquerade. Hermann's attire consists of a suit and expertly tamed hair with dramatic coattails and a black and gold mask for a subtle costumed effect. His mask matches his cane, burnished gold handle and dark-stained mahogany blending into the line of dark trousers and shoes as he walks.

What is surprising is that they're also accompanied by a young woman. The trio spends time surveying the interior of the hotel, then evidently make some agreement to meet up again later and split off. Except it's still them and her, as Hermann and Newton head in the same direction opposite of Mako.

The two hit up the refreshments first, chatting casually with anyone ready to strike up conversation, but then it's time to really branch out and socialize, and they make the rounds with an eye out for their friends and known acquaintances. All the while bickering amongst themselves, but with an utter lack of animosity that suggests great familiarity.]

Dude, my tie is fine. [Just to spite Hermann, Newt loosens it more.]

It's not. [And here, Hermann stops them and hooks his cane on his arm so he can fix it all over again] It makes you look like you took a nap in it. [All straightened, Hermann pats it and puts his cane down. They keep walking] Now if you could leave it alone for ten minutes, we wouldn't need to keep doing that.

b. nerd 1
[Newt's attempts to look suitably dressed have gone off fairly well. His three-piece suit fits as it's supposed to, though he's foregone the jacket and has his dress-shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his distinctive Kaiju tattoos. His mask is a little bit monstrous and notably absent are his glasses. Newt is wearing contacts.

He spends a lot of the night near Hermann (they're still suitably jumpy from their last large social gathering--August's Swear-In--and that disastrous outcome), but Newt can be caught alone around the refreshments, moving around the room to engage in conversation one of his few friends here, or while waiting for Hermann to return from his own socializing. In this last case, you might even catch him staring off in Hermann's direction, perhaps waiting for him to come back. Perhaps, Hermann might even come back and you can talk to them both.]

c. nerd 2

[Not a social creature by habit, Hermann seeks out familiarity.

A task made more complex by the fact that most people are wearing masks. But he's determined not to wallflower all night and does make an effort to engage those he suspects may be hiding familiar faces. Or perhaps not, as he's just as likely to mistake that shade of hair for someone else’s. He's possessed of enough social graces to get by at least- generally speaking anyway.

Inevitably, he always manages to gravitate back toward Newton.

Nearing the end of the night however, Hermann can be found at a small table, picking at a plate of food and drinking a rather strong cup of coffee. He’s not exactly savoring it if the little nose wrinkle he makes every time he takes a sip is any indication. But while the event has gone well so far, he's not taking any chances and his cane is propped well within reach. Not that it's going to do him much good if he can't find Newton again..]

d. choose your own nerdventure

[Want to bump into them, or maybe run into each other in the wash room? Spill your drink on one? Or maybe yours spotted the two dancing together (thread will be below)...finally acting on what they've always denied(??)--if yours would be the type to comment on that, maybe now's the time! Just be sure to mention somewhere if you want one of them or both!]

Edited 2015-11-01 08:44 (UTC)

[[ooc: I'm going past-tense here. I'm lame, but I know I'll end up in past-tense anyway.]]

Near the end of the evening, Newt was bursting with the need to discuss the evening with Hermann, because...well, he didn't really have an excuse. That was what they did, even if they didn't agree about the topic. Lately, nothing felt truly complete until he'd discussed it with the other half of his shared brain connection.

But when he found Hermann alone, looking rather serious with his coffee and snacks as he tried to prepare for a worst-case scenario by keeping his energy up for a two-man teleportation out--what a brilliant, cautious, protective Best Friend--annoyances and jealousies from earlier were dismissed, discussion topics were shelved.

Leaning over the back of Hermann's chair, over his shoulder, he scooted the coffee cup away from Hermann.

"Hey, you keep that up, you're not getting any sleep tonight." His hand slid from the cup to Hermann's hand and, impulsively, he closed his fingers around his best friend's as he moved to Hermann's side. "Come on. Let's put that energy to good use." Newt held out his other hand in offering and smiled. "Dance with me?"

Since coming here, Newton had yet to startle him with his presence. Instead, it was an awareness that heightened with closeness and simply felt like something sliding into place again when he approached. Hermann felt a layer of tension ease off his shoulders and didn't protest the loss of his coffee. The black liquid was hardly appetizing to begin with.

Hermann blinked at the offered hand, feeling tired with how slow the gesture was to process. He followed it up to Newton's sincere smile that was somehow at odds with the devilish mask he wore. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't the first dance offer he'd received that night, but it was the one he actually felt like accepting- if not for one thing.

"Newton.. you know I can't dance."

Edited 2015-11-01 09:22 (UTC)

What's a Hero Without A Mask?

Lapis Lazuli | open!!

Hazel Lockwood | ota

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that is a ridiculous amount of leather, musketeer show pls

Ken Kaneki | ota

hawke / ota

YO DAWG I HEARD YOU LIKED LEATHER

SO WE PUT LEATHER ON YOUR LEATHER SO YOU CAN LEATHER WHILE MAKING LEATHER

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Qubit | ota

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Hermann and/or Newton | massively open

d is for dance

okay but you're forcing me to use this icon