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A Masquerade for the Malnourished

The rich and the noble are two groups that heavily but not completely overlap. One thing that unites them is their love of masquerades!

A seaside wreck along the coast of Redreef Shores will be converted into the site of a grand affair: a masquerade on the beach, to benefit those who suffer from hunger. There will be music, dancing, fine food, dazzling clothing, and most fun of all, clever masks to conceal the identities of all those who attend.

A general theme of "the sea" is recommended for masks, but none will be turned away, so long as they cloak their faces.

Redreef Shores is only a short trip from Arx, after all. What's the harm?

It's not like anyone's going to lose an arm or anything.

(OOC: There will likely be no combat at this event, but there's a high chance of Spooky Shenanigans, so I can't promise total safety!!!)

Date

April 2, 2022, 8 p.m.

Hosted By

Ember Nimue

GM'd By

Ember

Participants

Gloriel Terese Martinique Sydney Denica Thea Savio Richard Aconite Nina Orland Saverio(RIP) Giorgio Renata Mailys Nazmir Marina Sabella Zakhar Auda Ann Gaspar Sylvie Quinley

Organizations

Location

Outside Arx - Mourning Isles near Redreef Shores - Redreef Shores

Largesse Level

Grand

Comments and Log


Zafira Malefleur, a terrifying young Zoya-in-training arrives, delivering a message to Gloriel before departing.

Sir Struttington, Esquire Messenger Peacock arrives, delivering a message to Gloriel before departing.

Gloriel puts A Blank Mask in explorer's backpack with bedroll.

Someone wearing a gold mask dangling emerald green glass and gold beads makes some adjustments to their mask, slowly removing their hands to test how secure the bindings are.

Someone wearing a gold mask dangling emerald green glass and gold beads says, "That will do."

Flower garlands and ribbons in marine colours hang from what was a gorgeous ship before it ran aground in a cove some years ago. In the hollowed out belly of what once was, places have been set; a tiled dance floor has been embedded into the ground; and waitstaff have been equipped with gleaming trays laden with rum. Masks abound; even the hulking, grunting, at times bellowing men who are clearly pirates are wearing masks, and only a handful of them are ornamented with bones or made from dubiously sourced hides.

*ting!* *ting!* *ting!*

"Friends, family, and strangers alike," a very tall woman - easily six and a half feet in sea-green heels shot through with pale blue sparkles - clutching a mostly empty champagne glass and a spoon declares, standing behind a portion of ship repurposed into a lectern, "I want to thank ALL of you, on behalf of hungry souls in Redreef Shores and beyond, for coming tonight to give of yourselves -- your time, your silver, and most of all, your LOVE -- in the name of filling empty bellies the world over. Here in the bowels of a once proud and mighty ship, we remember that all it takes for the noblest of souls to fall into wretched disrepair is one bad moment. One sharp outcropping. One mistake. One faltering..."

Her red mask sports half a dozen tentacles which nearly brush her knees. Her dress is umbra-black with a long, triangular cut-out down to her belly and a hip-length slit on the left side. She sets her glass and spoon down on the lectern while burly men in coral masks approach her flanks with satchels in hand.

"That's all it takes to CRASH-- to find yourself empty and in need. So tonight, as you leave your offerings for the less fortunate, and gorge yourselves on those offerings Redreef Shores has provided in turn to tempt you here, I'd like to ask that we all take time to reflect on how fortunate we are-- and how close the kind of gnawing, screaming hunger that bedevils so many lives is from each and every one of us, no matter how full our bellies might be."

She reaches into the satchels, digs in /deep/--

"And most of all, I want you to have FUN."

-- then /hurls/ palmfuls of turquoise, coral, and seafoam green-coloured glitter over the audience's heads, leaving one tiny pinch to cast over herself when she's done. And then the glass is retrieved, disappearing into her tentacle beard for as long as it takes to be drained.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: Some would call this "reclaimed wood," but the truth of it is that this particular beach on Redreef Shores has been decorated not with trellises and porticullos, but with pieces of shipwrecks that have been dredged and left to dry out in the open air. This gives the affair a certain... rotted-wood smell, that braziers full of scents can only do so much to cover. A wooden deck meant to represent some attempt at a dancefloor is the only furniture present that seems actually custom-built for the event. The food and drinks are plentiful -- and the drinks in particular are STRONG, but this is Redreef territory, so your liver entered willingly and with knowledge of the malice that awaited it.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask is here among the others seeming to seek someone in the gathered masked crowd but seems just to settle in and listen to the speach

An alligator masked individual gives just the most weary sigh as the wave of glitter descends over her, but she endures it with as much good cheer as she can muster. The rum helps. She'll have some more of that as well. She made her bed by standing within the tall woman's radius in the first place, so she'll have to make peace with the consequences of her actions. "Did it...did it /have/ to be glitter?" She finally asks.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask has slicked her hair back with some manner of oily product to embrace the shimmery, 'wet' appearance of her mask. With coat unbuttoned, the eel's smoky attire has a shirt that plunges deeply, a 'V' that concludes near to her navel. Whatever product was used on her hair has also been slicked across the visible skin, save for her hands, because... well. That would just be impractical, now wouldn't it?

The eel-masked woman has already begun to drink as though there's no tomorrow, from a flask that she's brought of what's plainly strong alcohol. Clearly, an aesthete of all things wet, given the haste with which she's slamming down beverages, and here the event having only just begun. "And Drink up, drink up! We never know what awaits on the morrow, or the morrow's morrow! The moon herself may fall upon us, the rumor goes. Closer and closer, closer and closer, they say!" It's unclear who 'they' are.

The eel's tone is jovial. She sounds well and truly in her cups. "I, for once, shall not be moon-crushed while sober!" She is then buffeted by a hail of turquoise, coral and glitter, and makes a squalling sound of shock before roaring with laughter. Naturally, the glitter sticks to her oily skin and hair. Perfection.

Tentacles curling into the chaotic mess of curls teased to stand up on top of her head, a kraken struts in, moving with a sinuous step. The short tulle of her skirt bounces and there is a sense she is lost to the song playing in her head. The tentacles continue to curl around her upper body, stitched across the panels of the corset she is trapped in. There is a decided smirk on her crimson-stained lips, devious and curious. Eyes sparkle with wonder and mischief, she takes in a deep breath of sea air and all is well. Relaxed shoulders, a small swing to hips, alone with no obligations, there is a sense of jubilation as she takes the long route to arrive at the masquerade and amass into the group of people. It's a chance to check out the scenery, and appreciation the collection of costumes at a glance. Slender pale fingers snatch a shot of rum from a tray, as she pauses to listen to the announcements made. Her head tilts back as the glitter is thrown, inviting it, reveling in the sight of it. Delighted.

Hermeline, a russet vixen arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a Right Shark mask before departing.

Someone wearing a precious goldfish swimming upon the ocean mask watches the glitter and smirks a tiny bit before reaching for a glass of something non alcoholic. "Glitter. Looks oddly familiar,"tucking a strand of lose hair behind her ear.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor has gone all in on the shipwreck theme and is repping what Giant Kraken Mask said... it only takes one mistake or faltering to crash! He is seated near Franklin, and seems pleased to see this confetti as much as someone in a theatrically sad mask can seem pleased. It's all in the body language maybe, a slightly uplifted hand to catch some and inspect it!

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask steps onto the beach. He is tall and built muscular, something unable to be hidden beneath what's a set of fairly plain looking silk finery, relying wholly on the mask to give him some adherence to the theme. The way he moves in them might well make it seem like he's not used to such clothing, and yet his bearing at least leans to noble rather than commoner. He stops to listen, respectfully, to the speech, and winces a little with the glitter. That'll be coming out of his hair for days. Onwards he moves, avoiding the dance floor.

Someone wearing An Anemone shakes her head a little, the glitter settling on her hair and the deeply colores starsilk and mingling with the coral accents of the dress to create a truely dazzling display. Anemone makes her way to donate before gliding along through the guests to take in all of th beautiful masks.

A woman is here dressed in a billowing gown with a brocade top and layers upon layers of blue and green glittering skirts... and a mask that makes her look like a fishwoman, with sea-elf ears that resemble fins. She has a big glass of rum in her hand and clearly spent a lot on her ensamble, but has not at any point donated anything.

Speech and glitter duties have been left to the exceptionally tall woman wearing the Giant Kraken mask. The Giant Kraken is most obviously /not/ Countess Ember, unless Countess Ember hit Double Puberty and got a growth spurt. Students of body language -- and anyone who's spent any time at all around Ember -- will have no trouble finding the Countess, who is standing in a stiff parade-rest pose while wearing a long-sleeved, floor-length, full-body-covering gown. (Why bother covering up all the scars, if she's just going to /stand/ like herself?) Her mask is that of a shark with a scar over its right eye. Ember -- oh, sorry, 'Right Shark' seems at a remove from the general party. She stands in the shadow of one of the shipwreck pieces, and seems to be conducting whispered discussions with a procession of masked partygoers. On the other hand: it's probably for the best that she /didn't/ give a speech herself, if you know Ember.

Someone wearing a gold mask dangling emerald green glass and gold beads is overwhelmed by the number of guests. Politely, they make their donation and apologies to the host before departing.

"The glitter is /symbolic/, Madame Alligator," Giant Kraken declares, as sure about this as she has been of, perhaps, /anything/ in her Kraken-y life. "of the many souls yet to be fed-- the many souls who have brought us together, this day."

The empty glass is wiggled free of her tentacles and set aside. It is promptly replaced with rum from a passing server.

"/Also/, not only do /I/ look particularly fetching when glittering, so do you."

And then she winks. There are films over the eyeholes to cast her eyes in red, but her eyes are visible enough to enable winking.

... and then she not only empties /this/ glass, but fetches /another/, before touching Alligator's arm and floating away to mingle.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed is sitting with The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor as already stated and instead of trying to catch the confetti, there's a very much unimpressed dusting going on, almost pompous completely loathing of the pieces of confetti getting all over the place. Sweep, sweep, sweep. Terrible mess. "This promises to be an interesting night," says the person behind the mask, with a very doldrum tone of voice.

Someone wearing a Red Fanged Shark Mask is not the most original, with a shark mask, but it looks like it doesn't trouble the shark and flame themed man as he strolls on the beach with an almost predatory grace. The man observes quietly on the beach before he notes with a silken whisper, "I approve of the glitter."

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask is watching and listening to the event starting off, they seem to just quietly observe for now as everyone gets settled and things start happening

Someone steps upon the sandy shores of the beaches outfit in what admittedly is quite questionable when it comes to the whole sea mask, given that their mask is that of a golden lucky hare complete with tall ears. Maybe it's a sea-hare. Tall and slender, the attire they wear is obviously tailored to fit a male and he moves with the stride of one that is familiar with walking upon sandy beach shores.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide enters on the arm of The Waiting Serpent.

The outfit of Golden is tantalizingly scandalous, on one side of the dress was an open slit at upper thigh and back of dress was open all the way to small of back, straps of thin golden honeysilk and umbra tied with a criss cross along a slender piece of whalebone upon the back. Curling ribbons of deep honeysilk hang along the mask in tendrils. Fabric and tendrils hug and grasp at the wearer like the dress itself was alive and seeking to devour the wearer.

The Waiting Serpent is splashed with shimmering darkened honeysilk in deep blues, waiting for it's meal to pass overhead without but a word when it's maw opens for it's prey. There is some idle conversation going on and then both get glittered before going off to find these strong drinks of Redreef.

It was reflex to shield her eyes with a hand to the onslaught of glitter. She had not worn layers to protect from this sort of extra decoration, but she did not retreat. The short woman in the Golden Bunny mask happily snickered, and dropped her hand to say to the Gold Hare towering beside her in the sand. "I feel perfectly in theme now. Don't you?" A very thin halter dress of umbra had previously clung to her figure without regard for colour. That is before the generous offering at the start of the festivities. "What are we drinking?"

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor consolingly pats Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed and has no apparent sympathy for his companion's dislike of glitter. "Just because we are at sea is no reason to be salty." Bereft speaks with an accent that is familiar to those who have heard it before. "Learn to love the glitter, things could be worse. Sooo much worse." He does at least hand over some rum, for consolation purposes!

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is hissing with laughter now under her mask, a continuation of her previous roar. The hiss seems more thematically appropriate for an eel. "Would that the bellies of the hungry could be filled on glitter alone." She scoops up a stone, and examines it idly before taking a swig from her flask, "...Some hunger so much that they resort to filling their bellies with the like of this. Not in far-flung reaches, either. Hunger is something no one should have to endure."

Stepping in alongside the Golden Feast, the Waiting Serpent takes a moment to survey the area, the mask shifting back and forth as if contemplating just where it's next meal comes from. A murmured word or three and then one of the servers is spotted and it would seem that they've become the prey .. or at least the drinks that they carry, for it's in the direction that the duo head, so that a couple of glasses can be snatched from the tray, with one passed off in the direction of the Golden Feast.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask is paying rapt, focused attention to the speech, mingling near the front of the audience for the speech... and thus, is entirely unprepared for the glitter bombardment. Fortunate timing has her rum brought to her lips for a drink, which is held longer... no need to get glitter in the rum after all. But the dark, form fitting dress and voluminous waves of dark hair are helpless against the assault of shining powder. Fortunately, darkness provides a fine canvas for glittering sparkles. And so once the speech is concluded, restrained applause are given before the woman in the mask of a shark, with a scar over its left eye (Boy, that was certainly a 50% chance of clashing with that other shark mask, but such gauche oversight has been avoided) begins to move out, slicing through crowd like a fin through water with wicked intent. Or, at the very least, towards one of the tables laden with excess food. Because of course, no shark-themed costume is complete without beginning with a feeding frenzy.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed has no face but the face of the never impressed Franklin, but there's evidence in the tone of his voice under his mask that he's pulling the same face as the mask. Speaking to The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor he sighs, "You do realize how much effort it took to get rid of the glitter Renata sent over, don't you? Not to mention the glitter in the pools we picked up. UGH... It's getting everywhere, already!" He shows off his gloved hands and they're all sparkling with the glitter that was bombed over them.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor assures Franklin in a pleased way, "Everything is hopeless."

Like the powerful wind of sand it coincides with the darkened swirling crested deep waves that lap at the shore. Powerful Wind has a dainty and delicate hand along the forearm of Darkened Swirling leading him unto the beach to the shipwreck with a natural grace even if adorned in a seashell top with draping skirts and mid-drift that shows off bare sun kissed skin. Drinks are eagerly grabbed up and then handed to Darkened before Powerful wind is sipping at hers. "This is rather an interesting set up. I love it though."

wanders about after the shower of glitter and stares at the shipwreck

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed leans into The Bereft, "Not everything." There's a considerable amount of looking back and forth, turning his head this way and that, before his arm settles in around The Bereft, "Shall we try to guess who is who?"

Someone wearing An Anemone's next stop? Finding something to drink. The rum is tested before a deeper draught is taken. Staying in theme with the coral costume the Anenome inds a place to grow idle and imbibe while taking in the atmosphere. Watching the ebb and flow of the attendees with emotionless patience.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide seemed to perk up when Franklin is mentioning something about glitter and a certain Pravus Princess. Golden blinks and then looks to Waiting Serpent murmuring before taking the glass that was handed to her. She seemed very nervous to be so close to the beach, a hand along Waiting Serpent squeezed reassuringly, mostly for herself. She sips quietly at the drink, taken aback by how very strong it is.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps strolls along the beach, unhurried. They probably were close enough to hear the introductory speech, given how they have a glass of rum that matches those being handed out at the party itself. They'd look fairly androgenous, if it weren't for the tight fit of their leggings. The Void isn't particularly curvy, far more slender-- but her legs are probably one of her best assets, and are definitely more feminine.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask checks composure and survival at daunting. Critical Success! Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask is spectacularly successful.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask has retrieved her drink and begins to sip it down, Looking around when suddenly a bombardment of glitter falls upon her dark hair and now from behind she would mirrors a starry sky. Walking around looking for a seat to an empty table and grabbing it. a smile upon her red lips

The Lucky Hare considers for a moment before offering in aside to the Bunny at his side, "I've always had a liking for whiskey, but I don't know given that this is a Thraxian event if rum will be all that is available. Those Mourning Islanders all seem to like their rum, for whatever reason." That last is offered with a chuckle, sure that there is likely someone near enough to overhear him talking shit about rum.

Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves smiles over at Wind and gives her a smile and nod, eyeing the falling glitter about and guides his companion around and through the beach. This is certainly different than most masquerades, but it's surely to be just as lively in its own way.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask mostly stands on the sidelines without even a drink in hand. What a bore! However, the Charming Sea Elf catches his gaze, because he is standing near her. "Is that what an actual sea elf might look like?" he asks, as he gazes at her mask. "How do the roses not wilt? Or is that a daily, maintaining task?"

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask, for all of her pontification about the nature of hunger, is largely sticking to just drinking. Likely so that the effect of her alcohol might find its way to efficacy in a timely fashion. She drifts from one corner of the beach to the next, and stares out at the water, as though momentarily entranced. "You're /everywhere/!" The woman proclaims. Seemingly, to the uh... water. Her attempt to be tipsy appears a rousing success.

Lifting that glass to the mouth of the mask, the Waiting Serpent manages to take a healthy swallow as his gaze shifts about the area, stopping on the Franklin Mask for a moment before moving further along, taking in the various costumes before looking back to the Golden Feast so that he can murmur quietly.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf looks at the Stargazer and waves her hand. She's almost to the bottom of her first rum and going for a second, but getting a bit with some juice. "Underwater? Oh, we use sea roses. They're very important, to the look." She grins at the Stargazer, having wisely opted for a mask that shows her mouth so she can drink more effectively. "I'll replace them as I need," she adds, but of course the roses on her mask are made of silk.

"Oh we can try but I am no good at this," Bereft laughs at Franklin, "I never know who is who, I suppose that's what's clever about all of this." He blows a kiss at the Purple Octopus over yonder, because why not, but it's an intensely weird gesture given that his mask is, you know. Drowning.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor fails.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf fails.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask fails.

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask is successful.

Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves fails.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is successful.

Someone wearing An Anemone checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing An Anemone fails.

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask checks mana and occult at daunting. Botch! Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask fails completely.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a Left Shark mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask is successful.

Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask fails.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask is successful.

Someone wearing purple octopus checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing purple octopus marginally fails.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide marginally fails.

Someone wearing A waiting serpent checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing A waiting serpent marginally fails.

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold is successful.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold checks perception and investigation at normal. Botch! Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold fails completely.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask moves right onto /touching/ those roses while Stargazer asks about them, having had her eye drawn towards the pink and gold marine curiosity. "One really must wonder how many KINDS of flowers they make into crowns," she muses, brushing a petal between her thumb and forefinger. "How many different COLORS." Her own hair - black and butt-length, just about - is decorated with a series of slender gold and silver chains strung between either side of the mask. "They're /very/ soft, Madame Elf," she adds, softer, punctuating the compliment by snagging another drink to down.

The alligator mask roams the party, looking through the various costumes as she steadily drinks. She will stop by and gently clap The Bereft and Franklin each on the shoulder with a wink, "Don't worry lads, none of us will know who we are by the end of the evening." She'll down another healthy swallow of the rum to punctuate things.

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery looks to Darkened Swirling and chuckles, "So many different masks. You do look quite dashing in your tunic." she grins, a little wink given from under her mask, blue eyes gazing out to the crowd. "I'm sure at some point your going to have to carry me back home. These drinks are rather strong, however I'm not surprised being Redreef." she says with an approving nod as she throws back the drink very lady-like.

The shot of rum is raised, a silent toast the ocean beyond, the drink is knocked back in one easy go. The smirk twists into a smile, brief but amused by something. Vivid blues scan across the mix of sea creatures with a wash of interest, before it fades into silent appreciation of a blur of colours. Weaving through the customed people, she enjoys the aimless wander, finding an small open space in-between and easily spinning around. Her eyes feast on the details, enjoying the sight of vivid imagery, mixed with the always perfect backdrop of sea-to-sky. The other kraken gets a wink when she pass, but then she is seeking out whatever interests her. Stray glitter still sticks to her, lost in the mass of teased curls on her head. When she moves, a few scatter to the ground, others will cling and lose themselves in the silky darkness.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed marginally fails.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask seems overwhelmed by all the people in masks to really focusing on one thing or another and just listens quielty since they seem not to really know who is who yet

The elf-mask wearer enjoys the touch of a few roses, which are actually silk of course and therefore very soft to the touch. The hair she is wearing is actually a very nice wig in green, which is what one supposes, is a real sea elf color. "Thank you." She looks over and grins. "Can I touch your squishy tentacles?"

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask is still settling her mask on her face as she crosses to the Redreef beach. She wears an outdated Lycene gown, her jewelry bearing the mark of Joscelin Arterius. She stops to grab a glass of dark liquid, before she scans the crowd with stormy grey eyes thoughtfully.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold attempts to protest in defence of rum, but stops short to remark to A Lucky Hare. "Rum might be the only drink besides seawater, to be fair." Which leads her blindly and rather cheerfully into the gathered party catering for a glass, mug, or reclaimed skull of rum.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask checks perception and investigation at normal. Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask is successful.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed turns his face toward an Ornery Alligator mask, brown eyes staring out from underneath the mask, while he has his arm wrapped around The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor, returning a sentiment to an Ornery Alligator mask, "Then I hope we do some very impressive things that we will regret in the morning."

"Sea roses." The Stargazer repeats the Sea Elf's words, and then laughs, very briefly. "You have really thought about it. Impressive. I am rather less committed to the bit," he admits, to probably little surprise, given his rather plain outfit otherwise.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide cants her head to the side and murmurs something to Waiting Serpent. She's bringing the glass of rum to her lips with a hit of a grimace every time. It seems she's not /too/ keen on the stronger stuff, but she's trying to enjoy herself nonetheless. About this time Golden is tugging Waiting Serpent towards Frank and The Bereft, "Well aren't you both looking lovely." she says with a wink under her mask. They both may be able to guess who it is. "I heard of your disaster with glitter, seems like quite the devious person to be sending you missives with glitter, hmm?" she giggles.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask strikes swiftly, suddenly, and without mercy. The struggle is brief, the canapes have no chance to escape. Although the attack could be more vicious, as one after another is plucked up with brutal, primal efficiency, before being devoured with relish. Or without relish, depending on the individual condiments applied to any one morsel or another. But she didn't simply pick up a handful in one sweep, so self control is clearly still in place. Her gaze sweeps around as the struggle ends, only to land upon the aprpoaching Spider Crab, seemingly as good a target as any, the shark moves off from the table towards this new point of curiosity.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask both tilts her chin forward, offering Sea Elf her pick of tentacles which are /indeed/ soft and squishy (and cloudspun), and shifts her curiosity towards that green wig, gingerly combing fingertips through it. "And your /hair/... I wish /mine/ could be this pretty of a color...! You really /did/ think of everything," she agrees with Stargazer.

with drink in hand, wiggling pieces of their mask looking nearly alive, and without speaking to anyone other than a nod here and there begins to wander towards the edge of beach

"What can you tell me about your mask?" Sea Elf asks the Stargazer. She blinks a few times, though the mask hides this a bit. "You've done so much with so little!" Now that she has tentacles to rub, she runs her fingers through them, wiggling her ungloved hand through the tentacle waves of the taller kraken-masked woman. "This is just as much fun as hair."

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor leans into Franklin and has a smile for an Ornery Alligator mask as well at the touch to the shoulder. "Who would you be if you weren't?" he curiously asks the alligator, while fetching additional rum for himself and -- well, anyone nearby! There's enough drinks to go around. Golden feast gets a laugh and an invitation. "Come and sit with us. Even though you are, it would appear, a very wicked person."

The Waiting Serpent is letting his gaze dart about, even as he's tugged in the direction of Franklin and The Bereft. A little bob of his head sets the mask to wobbling, the serpent dancing for it's next meal, "Delightful outfits!" That's offered as Golden Feast offers her own comments and when conversation of glitter follows, it's to add, "Glitter just gets /everywhere/."

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask is quick to note the approach of the Left Shark (though it leaves one to wonder where the Right Shark is, you know? Aren't we all just searching for the Right one?). Her lips twist into a smile, nodding a greeting as she offers only when the other woman has drawn close: "Good evening, lady shark. Have I missed much excitement?"

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed remarks in a voice that one would expect from a person wearing THIS mask, as he answers to Golden feast within an, "A dastardly deed it was. I have just managed to get it out of my hair and now we are subjected to MORE glitter. The world is awful. Absolutely awful. The person who sent it, more so. My scream of fury must have awoken the entire neighborhood." He's not impressed. But then as The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor invites them to sit, he drawls on in a tone that was clearly ACTING, "I /suppose/ you can sit with us."

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask dips his head towards the Kraken, turning his attention on her mask, too. "You have managed to perfectly encapsulate what I imagined a Kraken to look like," he approves. "I would take care not to trip, were you to dance later," the practical advice is added as he notes the length of her 'beard' of tentacles. "Ah, well," he seems caught off guard by the Elf's question about his mask. "I dwell on the sea floor and eat whatever planton passes my way. My life is rather dull, though I can occasaionally change colors to suit my background. Not here, obviously. Too much color." He genuinely makes it sound like this is a bad thing.

Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves grins over next to his companion. "Hardly, I think I'll be in the same state and we will need to find some other way to get back." There's a hand at Wind's back again as he once more resigns himself to look about, listening to talk of sea roses, tentacles and green hair.

Someone wearing An Anemone finishes her drink and pushes away from her resting place and heads for the food and to get a reill of her drink. The Anemone careful to give the other sea creatures space while she does that as it involves adjusting the glass and silk mask.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide is going to accept the invitation of joining Franklin and The Bereft. "Yes.. /too/ very wicked. A despicable person. There should be a ban on glitter, just because of that incident. It would be a shame if they were to send you even more glitter." a shake of Golden's head before she's smirking towards the two and then scooting a bit closer to Waiting Serpent. "I absolutely love your costumes though. What was your inspiration, if you can indeed tell us?"

"The /colours/," Giant Kraken agrees, petting green hair every bit as curiously now that her attention's turning towards Stargazer. "Even if you are tragically unable to change them right now, the ones you're stuck with are beautifully understated; very tasteful!"

Ever so carefully, she downs one glass of rum just in time to trade it for yet another, ideally without disturbing Sea Elf.

"And /thank/ you-- we Krakens are very measured and thoughtful dancers, as it so happens."

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask seems to break her reverie of the nearby waves in order to cast a satisfied look about. People-watching for the time being as she loiters as near to the coast as she's able, a bit of a sway in her stance, a wide grin easing over her features.

"If I weren't, I don't know that I would remember--but I suppose that is getting into the realm of eaten stories and hardly fit conversation for a light-hearted masquerade." The Alligator is probably grinning within her already fangly grin as she replies to the Bereft. Franklin's performance gets a laugh as well, and then offers a bow to Golden Feast and the Waiting Serpent as they approach.

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery lofts a brow, however, it wasn't easily seen but the mask of hers did lift ever so slightly with the movement. Darkened Swirling's hand would touch bare skin along Powerful Wind's back. It's completely bare save a few drapes of silk and then the silken skirts that flow down along waist, she's leading him off to the side a bit to more so people watch. Wind is by now, finishing her first glass of rum and nabbing another.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf replies to Stargazer with an, "Oh, of course. You have to use your colors to blend into your environment and avoid predators. It can be dangerous out there." She takes a long drink, which gives Giant Kraken time to change out her drink for something else. "The dancing under the sea is really something to behold."

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask grins lopsidedly to the Spider Crab, gesturing to her dark dress and the torrent of glitter that's left her less an inky void and more... the depths of the sea, or a very colorful night's sky. "You have, in fact, missed perhaps the most contentious portion of the event! Glitter does so seem to divide people." She shrugs lightly and laughs softly, "But no, the commencement speech, which ended with the glitter and... that seems to have been all of note thus far. But then, a proper party takes time to truly unfold into chaos and delight."

The party is going on, as parties do. Drinks continue to flow. Masks continue to hide faces. And then, without warning, a fight breaks out. It's right in the center of the crowd. One of the party guests wearing what appear to be bones as jewelry -- remember them, from when Giant Kraken made her speech earlier? -- shoves another guest. Who shoves back. Before long, it's a five-on-five full-on brawl, with no regard for the crowd around them!

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask is here among the party listening and watching the event happen as they seek something to drink and then sip it slowly

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed taps to his mask, "Apollo made this a few years back. I've never had the opportunity to wear it out properly. I originally acquired the mask because it reminded me of the unrequited love that I had experienced once, before I found this one." He nods to The Bereft as he answers Golden feast, "There is nothing quite as lonesome and bottomless as the sense of utter rejection. Franklin, is this mask's name, and he is the figure of being unimpressed and bored, with all things." He laughs then, suddenly, "It was thanks to the person who Franklin resembles that brought me the best person of my life. A year together, as of today. Imagine that. What would Franklin say about it? I'm sure he'd be unbothered."

At one of many tables circling with red-uniformed servants, the Gold Bunny fingers bottles of rum and her lips repeat the same, "Rum, rum, also, yes, rum, wine? No, more rum." Then her eyes cast up to see An Anemone approaching. "What were you just drinking?" She asks with her finger pointed vaguely to the table's serving. "Was there more than rum?" The Bunny might have been exaggerating to the humour of the taller Hare masked man drifting nearby. She might not have heard the fight start yet from the distance.

"Or the person responsible for said glitter should be flogged." That's offered by the Waiting Serpent with a touch of humor behind the words and as the Ornery Alligator offers that bow, there's an incline of his head in return, followed by a finger waggle. His gaze darts back to Franklin, "And since I've never been responsible for an attack of glitter, I shall promptly take a seat without shame." A nudge to Golden Feast as she steps closer and then his gaze is drawn over in the direction of the fight, the Serpent head canting to the side.

Someone wearing purple octopus checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing purple octopus marginally fails.

Someone wearing purple octopus checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing purple octopus is successful.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed marginally fails.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed marginally fails.

Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask fails.

Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask marginally fails.

So temptingly close to the waters when the fight breaks out, turning towards the others as the fight comes rolling at them. Swinging back at one, and ducking beneath their attack. "OH FUCK YOU!"

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask is successful.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is successful.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask holds her free hand up - it takes her no time at all, practically, to down the replacement for her just-downed drink and set it back on the tray from whence it came - and gives Stargazer the most solemn look a woman whose only visible features are eyes occluded by red film possibly can. "I PROMISE that I won't prey on you tonight, beautiful Stargazer." This solemn look then passes towards Sea Elf, to whom she swears: "Also, I promise that I WILL dance with you, because the only thing MORE graceful than a dancing kraken is a dancing elf--"

A fucking /fight breaks out/. Can't we just all get along--?

"O-oh! Oh-- oooohhhh, nooooo," she utters, hesitant and wavering while she weighs her options and stares.

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask checks charm and performance at hard. Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask fails.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps marginally fails.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Botch! Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps fails completely.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide looks slowly turning her head to Waiting Serpent with a feigned expression of offense. "Rude dear sir. I'll have you know that glitter is magnificent." she pauses for dramatic emphasis, "Yes that's right I said it, magnificent." She's laughing merrily to them all, "That sounds like a beautiful ending to a true love story, I think. I'm sure Franklin and his partner are truly blessed with finding each other." And then the fight breaks out and Golden Feast is now just a puddle of a mess, stumbling her words. "O..Oh... g..gosh.. Not.. Not god.. Waiting.." she furrows her brow and hides behind her partner Waiting Serpent, a huffed breath, and nervousness about the woman.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf has no idea what was happening to start a fight. She was way too focused on drink and conversation. But now... that a fight HAS broken out... She looks around at those near her, and at the Kraken again who seems interested in getting involved. Sea Elf does not, she takes a big step back and doesn't throw herself into danger in any way. "Oh dear, we sea elves are more dancers than fighters."

"I just had the rum." The Anemone replies to the Golden Bunny, just above the crowd. Her plate, it wasn't terribly full and she's just started eating is starting to get piles with more food. Some of it doesn't even get to her plate before it's in her mouth. Her dres shifts as she squirms a bit as if to momic the waving tendrils of the depicted beast. The dark silk sways with her causing the glitter to sparkle like an ocean floor. The brawl draws her attention but she doesn't stop eating, just staring and stuffing her sparkling gob.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask is successful.

"Oh, thank god. I would hate to think what Lady Sonnet would say if I were to return home covered in glitter," remarks the Spider Crab to the left Shark, smiling softly. he appears about to say something else, but then she spies the brewing fight and quickly slips further back, warning her companion: "Be careful!"

Someone wearing An Anemone checks mana and occult at daunting. Someone wearing An Anemone is successful.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask is successful.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold turns then at the sound of cursing, drink in hand. Her dark red lips are turned up into a grin. "Oh, fantastic." Her lips wet with rum, and she repeats, "Is it in the rum? I love to watch for a nice streak of carmine in the sunset, but I don't swim out to it." She mentions to An Anemone.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Left Shark mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Left Shark mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask gives a bow of his head to the Giant Kraken, in response to the praise. "You are exceptionally kind, for a sea monster. I might revise my ill-kept thoughts on such in future." He has yet to claim a drink for himself, so it might be a quiet judgement that he takes in the speed with which the Kraken drinks. His head inclines to the Elf. "It is indeed, a dangerous world here in the waters." Suddenly, there's noise. A fight? The Stargazer likewise has no interest in getting involved, and seeks to step back alongside the others.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask atleast is quick to move out of the way of the brawling, seeming a little startled and alarmed as they keep their eyes sharp on what is happening and listens to the conversations around them

Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves moves aside as the fighting starts. He's certainly not one to get into the middle of a scrap and neither is his companion, surely. But who doesn't like to watch a little blood fly from a distance? He guides Wind to away, well enough out of harm's reach for the time being.

Oh, hey, there's a fight breaking out! The alligator turns to have a look at the combatants, hands on hips really like she's more evaluating their technique than caring about the all-out combat that has emerged. She moves aside as one brawler stumbles into the space she was previously occupying, and then she begins to sing. Or, well, it's at least the recitation of words according to a meter but her voice is quite frankly terrible and the song itself is wildly inappropriate for gentle company. Like respectable crews would never sing this within range of shore lest their mothers catch wind of it and box their ears.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Red Fanged Shark Mask crosses his arms in firm disapproval as a fight breaks out, as if a glare from behind a mask was enough to settle matters and disperse. It isn't. His gait is slightly perturbed as he goes to get another drink.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is still near to Franklin of course, but despite the sweet words from his counterpart and his own involvement in the background of the Franklin mask, he seems to be struggling to pay attention to either his companion or the Golden feast. "Something isn't right, I feel -- something isn't right," he says, uncertainly, as if trying to get his bearings against some unusual sensation. Then there's a brawl... AND THEN flippin Franklin is throwing hands. "Stop!" Bereft tries to catch him and also not get hit. "We're not drunk enough for that!"

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery is blinking a few times, "Oh.. this is an interesting turn of events." Wind was scooted out of the way by Darkened Swirling to avoid being hit, or else face the wrath of that icy blue stare. Her drink is being hugged tighter in her hand as she tippy toes to watch what all was happening. She looks over to Darkened Swirling and chuckles, "Only at Redreef surely?"

The Waiting Serpent is a large enough target to adequately conceal Golden Feast and as she takes up her spot behind him, he's casting a look over his shoulder towards her, "Well, you should be rather safe there, Golden. I think I pretty much entirely hide you." He's then looking to Franklin as the man decides to enter the foray and there's a quick, "Uh oh," that escapes his lips, especially when Bereft moves to try and stop him. That has him taking a step back and incidently causing Golden to do the same.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed is suddenly pushed on by someone toppling their way. He stands up and attempts to push back but you know how these things goes. Masks increase the difficulty of actually fighting because maybe Franklin's eyes were too narrow! Or something. He was throwing hands! Hands get thrown back! "He hit me first!" he exclaims to The Bereft as he pivots around, and that opens him up to get smacked back, fist, bottle, whatever. Mayhem ensues! Franklin, rubs the back of his head, "It's not a proper party unless we're puking or bloody...!" He laughs and then tunes into something probably far too late that The Bereft said, reverting attention to him, "What was that?"

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide was dwarfed compared to Waiting Serpent, that petite little brunette definitely could hide behind him with no problem. She doesn't move either, her hands gripping at his sides, and is only half peeping out with a quickened breath. It was then that Franklin is throwing firsts, "Franklin!... Stop." she huffs out, before hiding back behind Waiting Serpent and with that step he takes she's taking a step back only to start to tumble behind him. Golden would start to feel a little faint if there was any blood to be hand as people are getting smacked left and right.

Someone wearing An Anemone nods her agreement with the gilded Bunny once more, she cannot speak because somehow she just crammed three Hors d'oeuvre into her mouth under the mask nough that the mask is now maving as if it's alive and eating. However, after a moment she swallows enough to mutter, "Better to wait for the frenzy to be over and take what is left." The coral and starsilk creature clearly wishes to stay well away from the brawl but seems unwilling to leave the food.

After a few hastily whispered words to the Sea Elf, Giant Kraken-- downs-- one more glass of rum.

*K R A S H !*

And then hurls it to the ground, shattering it-- and giving the brawlers a warning snap before six and a half furious feet of tentacles and bronzed muscle CHARGES into the fray.

"OI, you worthless SONS of SEA DOGS!" she bellows, reaching for ears to twist and bodies to jerk away from violence in a flurry, "OI! You wanna TEAR EACH OTHER'S HEADS OFF, you DO IT ON YOUR OWN FLEA-BITTEN TIME, on your OWN DECKS-- today's about somethin' BIGGER than your BIG, SWINGING EGOS--"

It doesn't take long before she just-- disappears into the chaos, still flailing.

Still bellowing.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf looks at Stargazer. "I may be ducking behind you! Your camoflauge colors can hide us both, right?" She squeals as the Kraken starts running in and flailing. But at least it's something fun to spectate!

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask is turning smoothly, having lifted her drink once more to finish it off, and taken steps towards the nearest source of more rum, when there's a sudden surge of violence and commotion. She offers a thin smile to the Creepy Spider Crab, "Pardon me a moment", and that leisurely, confident gait towards drunken hedonism is replaced by an /earnest/ confident gait towards good old fashioned violent excess. Well, perhaps not excess. But as the shapely woman slips and dances through the crowd, she seems intent on discouraging this outburst of violent brawling. Via violent brawling. If you fight fire with fire, why not fight punching with punching? Although there's at least one solid knee thrown to a rather intimate location before a few /more/ punches are thrown.

It's important to establish authority quickly, you see.


Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed puts his hands up toward Golden feast, "I'm stopping!!" Then he systematically drops them back to his sides, "That masked person there," insert random finger point at ANY of the MASKED people he's not currently interacting with but who wants to interact back, "THAT there, I'm pretty sure that one pushed me first." He exhales, "Where'd our drinks go?" They never had any, yet.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask's slippery, glittery, shimmering form wades into the thick of the fight as it breaks out. Though she's been content to yell at the larger crowd and keep mostly to herself, she joins so quickly that it almost looks like she was only looking for an excuse. She stops only to stow her alcohol and pat it briefly before stepping into the melee as calmly as if she were a seasoned dancer stepping onto the floor. "Did'ya fuckin' hear a word I said? It's /everywhere/! I can /hear/ it. In you. In me." What is she on about? "Fuckin' hit me, if you shardin' well can!"

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask might well be open-mouthed and shocked underneath his blank mask. Fortunately that's covered as he stares incredulously after the suddenly animated and cursing Kraken. He gives the Elf a nod, taking a half-step forward as if to block her from the brawling group. "Stay behind me," he says, rather more seriously, intent gaze looking for anyone coming close, prepared to keep them at bay with a shove if necessary.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask seems a bit surprised by the brawlers being pulled apart by the person wearing the Kraken mask. And. they try avoiding getting pulled into any fights themselves, quietly drinking their drink and keeping a close eye around them

The Spider Crab does watch the Left Shark with interest as the woman moves to /join/ the fray. She stays well out of it, backing up even more when the fighting surges.

There's a lot of cursing being thrown around as the fight spills outward from where it started. Lots of salty sailor cursing. Lots of berating of one another's foul and fucked and worm-infested nature, et cetera. Only some of it comes from Giant Kraken.

Giant Kraken, Franklin, Purple Kraken, and Sly Sea Snake are all caught in the riptide of the fight, and each of them in their own special way receives a punch to the face. Is this enough to rumple or ruin their masks? Well, probably not. But punches to the face, much like words, hurt.

The chaos of the fight isn't quelled, despite the efforts by some to dive in and break it apart. Things only get worse once weapons are involved. A bottle of rum is grabbed, and summarily broken over the Void-masked woman's head. She didn't do anything to deserve that. Really!

And yet... the Right Shark, who is obviously Ember, isn't intervening. She's off in her deserted corner of the party, quietly and intently conversing with a few people. As if she was in a separate world from the rest of the goings-on.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps fails.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

As the Golden Feast starts to tumble, the Waiting Serpent is already partially turning so that an arm can snake out to ensure that she doesn't tumble to the ground, a murmured word offered before he's looking over towards Franklin, "I think we're going to wait .. right over here." And he does move a couple of steps to the side so that he's away from the swinging fists.

The vicious kraken probably came dressed to dance, but fighting a better idea after a few shots of rum. Pale slender fingers reach for a canape, shoving it between crimson lips before she is dashing in. A mess of curls, tulle and tentacles, it goes poorly, fast. Too fast, too eager, she is stumbling over herself, and she's probably never brawled before. Fight? Maybe. But fists? Those are dainty looking things. She goes to swing and misses so completely. The woman is spinning around, skirt flares out, as she opens herself to an unexpected punch to the face and she can barely keep her footing. Staggering back, her hair amassing around her, her masked a little twisted, it hurts. "Fuck." It's short and crude and it says everything she has to say. Yet, through the unfortunate experience, a smirk does grow. The rum proved some false confidence and she is looking out of breath. Still there is fire in her eyes.

"You were punched by a masked person?!" Bereft despairs (lovingly) at Franklin, seizing the other man by the arm. "Okay. We will find them and make them pay. At any moment. Please do not get damaged." He does find their rum though, scrambling to rescue it from any potential chaotic disaster. More alcohol will make this better. "Do you feel hungry? I'm so hungry, I feel like there's a hole in the middle of me..."

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask was sitting at a table right where the 1st brawl had started near. She has enough momentum to back up just enough to not get hit but luck would not be on her side as she stepped on her floor-length gown trying to get away from it. Falls backward and lands on her butt and scrambles to get away from the fight but luck would not be on her side as she finds herself in between the other 4 fights that had broken out and getting kicked here and there and even punched one time as she tried to find her footing back up. Her mask was still intact which surprised her and she finally was able to break free of the violent brawl she had been in. The bottom of her dress was torn so she looked down and ripped it to just below her knee. "My head hurts, This sucks, I could use a fucking drink right now." The woman in the eel mask made o attempts to move. Bruises now forming on her arms and legs.

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery briefly wrinkles her nose, casually drinking from her glass of rum, standing a bit nearer Darkened Swirling. It seems they were keen on just watching what was happening. There was a snicker under her breath, before brow is lofting at /all/ the colorful language being used. "Well, isn't that just the most colorful language I've ever heard. What's a.." then she's shaking her head, definitely not repeating that word. Definitely not lady-like, mhm.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is successful.

Being pulled into the fray, the purple octopus looks to be crawling around upon the dance floor mumbling to themselves about seeking the water. A gasp of air as they fall upon their back. Are they laughing? Between gasps, then a burp and spit to their side. Rolling around under feet, continually seeking to get closer to the waters.

Someone wearing purple octopus mutters, "It's ... that hard, ... let ... ... ... little ... (gasping)"

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed fails.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask fails.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps was wandering, strolling along the beach-- too close to where the fight breaks out, it seems! The violence starts to spread, and she moves tot push one of those brawlers away-- stepping into a full bottle of rum crashing onto her head. Just like that, the Void is sprawled in the sand. She went down surprisingly easy.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor fails.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Critical Success! Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is spectacularly successful.

Someone wearing A waiting serpent checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing A waiting serpent is successful.

Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold fails.

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask is successful.

Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask is successful.

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold is successful.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide is successful.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed is successful.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask fails.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Left Shark mask fails.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf is successful.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask appears to be, well... beating the hell out of people. Breaking the fight up? Eel doesn't appear to have gotten the memo for deescalating, though... well, a manner of ensuring that the fight doesn't escalate further is to inflict harm on those who are still up and fighting. She was paying attention, at least, when it came to who started this fight. It means, at least, that no one with a noteworthy mask is getting smacked about by the tall, deft and oil-and-glitter-slicked eel-mask.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask is successful.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed received a punch to the back of his HEAD because he was talking to The Bereft, Golden feast, and A waiting serpent. He pivots around to grapple at someone because of that! But then there's no one there and he shuffles away from the fighting, hand on the back of his head, making sure there was no blood. There wasn't. Just a whack to the head. "Yes, we must find the masked person who hit me!" He says with a barked laugh, then pivots to The Bereft , "I'm not surprised. Have you eaten at all today?! Wait here, I'll find us some food."

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide is looking around with wide eyes, blinking and trying to catch up with everything, "Watching!? I'm not watching!" she shakes her head, throwing hands in the air before trying to scoot away closer, and avoiding the incoming bottles over her head. It was like a warzone and Golden is certainly not prepared. If anything the poor woman looked like a trembling dog behind the very tall man whom was blocking anything hitting her. She's leaning more unto him, surely there was blood and she catches a glimpse of it before gagging a little. "N..not.. not... good." a hand is along her forehead, trying to cover her eyes.

"I have an ELF to DANCE WITH-- foul SCALLYWAGS, this is NOT CONDUCT BECOMING OF YOUR-- CAPTAIN, your LEADER! What would-- THEY-- ow /FUCK/!"

The first punch wasn't such a big deal, but the further Giant Kraken sinks into the melee, the more punches, and scrapes, and /shoves/ come, with the enormous predator unable to do much about any of them beyond swear and swing, wildly.

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask fails.

Mercifully, the alligator masker stops singing. Or "singing," or whatever that was. Instead her attention is caught as the Void mask is hit with a--was that a full bottle. A waste. Her frown is not visible but she will make her way through the crowd, ducking under other ill-timed blows along the way, to retrieve the fallen one and carry her out of immediate harm's way, off to a cushioned bench at the sidelines.

There is a bit of a pained noise from the gator mask at having to do this, but it seems duty calls.

The Waiting Serpent is doing his best to shield Golden Feast from the dangers of being hit, even as his gaze drifts over towards Franklin, "Oof. Careful!" He's then looking back to Golden, catching sight of her gagging a little and he's leaning down to murmur something softly to her, before guiding her over to a place to sit down, one where she can avoid the dangers of the fight.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf squeals and ducks under a thrown bottle. She spills a bit of her rum in the process, but at least not on her own gown. She ducks behind a table to avoid any more damage... and gets a replacement drink. "Good luck!" she shouts at the Giant Kraken, keeping behind Stargazer.

Someone wearing An Anemone watches with wide-eyed fascination as the brawl unfolds, always with something in her mouth. She does occasionally stop for some of that rum but the food really has all of the Anemone's attention aside a comment here or there to the Bunny.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is far, far better at getting out of the way than he is at landing a punch to The Masked Person That Hit Franklin, which is Any and All of them. But he's got style as far as dodging goes at least, following Franklin diligently wherever he may go and not even spilling his rum! Not even a little bit! He's sipping on it, and complaining. "I'm going to starve to death! Gods, so embarrassing, I'm not dressed for it, I'm dressed for drowning."

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery grimaces, and inclines her head over to Golden Feast who seems to be looking sick, feeling sympathy for the woman. She murmurs something to Darkened Swirling.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask is not so skilled with brawling so she can't really do much but dodging and avoiding any brawls

Having arrived late from somewhere else on the Island the Glowering Stonefish has been lurking at the edges of the party. The crash of bottles and scrum of brawling does not entice her to join the group. She watches and flinches whenever particularly good hits are made.

The purple octopus's hand has been stomped on, a small blade curls from under costumed belt and said offending foot is stabbed at to be pinned upon the deck. A miss, and the knife is sticking out of the deck. Another grumble and stopping to grab at their throat as something mixing between a gasp of air and gurgled laugh rolls from them.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed grumbles as he pushes his way through the crowds, "I told you to eat before we came," he says back to The Bereft and takes the other's hand to keep hold of him, hurrying a little, maybe concerned. Then there's the food buffet at least and he's quickly filling a plate to heaping with all the good stuff, and hands the said plate to The Bereft. "Come, this way, there's a little spot here you can eat," and hopefully out of the way of flying objects!

The Golden Hare is perfectly content to stay out of the fight and let the others handle the brawl. "So uncivilized," he says toward the Bunny at his side, only for someone to turn at random and throw a punch at him. The Hare dodges the swing, but spills his drink on his outfit with the movement. That tragedy seems to be enough to cause the big Hare to attempt to throw a punch back of his own, but misses, as he yells at the person angrily.

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold says in Arakkoan, "You made me spill my drink on myself, you ass! Take that! And that!"

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide is quietly being led to somewhere where she can sit, she's wobbling a bit feeling woozy from seeing blood and also part of the rum she had from earlier. She looks as sick as a sea-dog, and definitely feels like it. Golden is looking up to Waiting Serpent with a pitiful look, softly swallowing and listening to his murmur. There is a nod of head before she's putting her hands along the sides of her face, trying to catch her breath.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor insists at Franklin, "I wasn't hungry then," but it's not stopping him from taking the plate now, and eating little bite after little bite that can be slipped under his mask. He does pause and freeze as he hears 541a lucky hare though, and remarks to Franklin, good behavior abandoned, "I'm gonna fight that hare."

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold winces as someone does down under the weight of a blunt bottle. Her head turns to say something to the Lucky Hare but he's gone the way of the Bereft One and Franklin. "Well they are-" but the man is already engaged with shouting to hear her. Her head then turns to the An Anemone. "WHat of juice? Did you see juice for the rum?" Her voice asks the questions, but she hasn't yet turned away from the fights still moving in the sea of people.

The brawl only gets worse. Poor, sweet, noble Void goes down like a sack of emptiness, and it's only thanks to timely intervention by others that she's not trampled into the sand. The more people attempt to break up the fight, the more the fight seems to spin out of control, and it's not even necessarily a /fight/ between two /sides/ anymore -- it's just a budding riot.

The Stoic Stargazer is the one to take a punch to their stoic cheekbone, this time. That's still better than Sly Sea Snake and Creepy Spider Crab get, as they're both struck hard enough to knock them off their feet.

However: it seems like Countess Right Shark has finally taken notice of the fight. She's turned to face it, and next to her is another partygoer, who's kneeling. The kneeling one is a woman who has bleachy-white skin and hair, and whose face is covered by a solid black mask. She's working through motions with her hands and... chanting? Singing? Something. Either way, it kind of looks like under all the layers of cloaks she's wearing, this mysterious alabaster woman has her wrists manacled together.

Little fists form and the vicious looking kraken bolts towards the brawl, again. Her vivid blues sparkling with enough tenacity to make her offense reckless and sloppy. It's clear she doesn't care, she's having fun, even if it hurts. At least this time she's quicker to scurry and shimmy of the way. It's a little like a dance, a bit of to-and-fro, amidst some physical contact. Without the bulk to fight, she intercepts with her slender form, impossibly herself to crack apart some of the chaos around her.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor says in Arakkoan, "GET WRECKED, YA IDOL OF IDIOT-WORSHIPPERS"

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask It seems her streak of being in the wrong place at the wrong time would continue to rear its ugly head. Collecting herselr moments later, standing up with the piece of her dress in her hand she had torn off. Only to be knocked back down when a bottle comes flying at her head. Not hard enough to have her unconscious but hard enough to stumble backwards

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is successful.

Someone wearing purple octopus checks willpower at daunting. Critical Success! Someone wearing purple octopus is spectacularly successful.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed fails.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide fails.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask checks composure at daunting. Critical Success! Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask is spectacularly successful.

Someone wearing a Red Fanged Shark Mask checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a Red Fanged Shark Mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing An Anemone checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing An Anemone is successful.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask is successful.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor fails.

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold fails.

Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask fails.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold is successful.

Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves checks composure at daunting. Botch! Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves fails completely.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask fails.

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery fails.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask is successful.

Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a vicious purple kraken mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf fails.

As one of the sailors veers towards the Stargazer, he steps forward, seeking to cut off the other man's path. For his troubles, he receives a glancing punch that almost knocks his mask loose, and blinds him for a second until he pulls it straight. "Watch where you're going, friend," he says in a flat tone as he straightens.

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing A waiting serpent checks composure at daunting. Someone wearing A waiting serpent is successful.

Someone wearing An Anemone perks, "Juice?" This is said with a consdierable amount of curiosity as she looks around. "No, I hadn't noticed any juice." She watches the Hare and Bereft start hollaring at eachother and slowly starts to inch away from the growing scene. Covering her food covetously as she sneaks off to avoid coming too close to the brawl.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask checks willpower at daunting. Someone wearing a Left Shark mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a Creepy Spider Crab mask isn't watching the place where the bottle comes from, as it strikes her cheek. It's enough to send her sprawling in the sand in a pool of silk, crying out sharply in pain. Her hand immediately cups her cheek, tears springing to her eyes. The bone might have a crack, but that is a problem for later as the fight continues.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed watches as The Bereft eats some food, like a particular guard might do over his charge, "Eat. Eat. I do not want you to starve. Eat." He's totally aware of the shit hitting the fan with the fight breaking out into an all out brawl, a riot. He mutters with some wry humor, "Happy anniversary?" Then he notes, "I should've booked us the trip to Artshall sooner, but there weren't any other ships going there until...!" He has to duck a little bit at an in coming bottle thrown, putting his arm out in front of The Bereft in a protective way, then he tries to prevent The Bereft from going after the hare, "No! You eat."

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold says in Arakkoan, "Savio! They made me spill my drink on my outfit! Come and put this fellow in his place!"

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold squints, though its nearly possible to see. It is aimed at The Bereft and shakes her head. A huff then leaves her lips, and she says to An Anemone. "A pity about the juice," she adds, "I could use the help with a couple more shots of this paint thinner."

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask is lost in the brawl, appearing now and then, with less glitter on her dress... and somewhat less dress, a sleeve ripped at one appearance, what was once a lengthy skirt torn raggedly up past her hip on the left when she appears to drop some sort of ungainly leaping knee onto one of the brawlers on the ground. But hey, eventually this fight's got to end, or someone's going to clock /her/ with a rum bottle.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor says in Arakkoan, "Savio isn't here, you're getting decked, abandon hope Hairy Gold."

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask is weaving and thrashing her fists about with practiced ease, cursing colorfully as she so does. What's more, a bubbling laugh starts to sound from her throat, and then it becomes raucous laughter as she seizes someone by the shirt and smashes her head against theirs, headbutting them fiercely. Her mask holds strong. "I can /hear/ it!" She insists, "I can /hear/."

Someone wearing An Anemone does add something to the Bunny gesturing yonder over in the direction tht is away from the growing brawl. Eyes darting about.

The Lucky Hare clearly has no idea what he is doing as his strikes go amiss of the target of his fury. Both fists are held far in front of him and he makes very telegraphed swings at the person he'd faced off against. Such FURY!

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed says in Arakkoan, "Please for the love of gods, let him eat his food first!"

At one point, Giant Kraken rises to her full height, towering above the fray with a wriggling, screaming pirate secured across her shoulders... only to disappear right back into the melee when she leaps into slamming him shoulders-first into the fray, swearing all the way. Not unlike Left Shark, she is simultaneously missing strips of dress and seemingly empowered by this fact.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is trying to both eat food and get around Franklin and have a go at a lucky hare|, while yelling at said Hare in a peculiar foreign language. If you are wondering how he manages to do all these things, it's because he's not doing any of them successfully, not even a little bit.

Someone wearing An Anemone lifts a hand, not to stuff more food into her mouth but instead to gesture around as she speaks to Bunny clearly attempting to urge the Charming lapine to follow her.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold looks around again at the ones speaking in their native tongue, but turns away to follow An Anemone away from the fighting. She seems to be looking around as if the other person were pointing out something she doesn't see, casually sipping away and whispering.

seems still rather in shock and awe about what is happening, they seem very unfamilar with this sort of event and not really able to focus on eatting nor drinking, more so trying not to get in the middle of any fights that break out even though they are fully armored either eay

Having disposed of an indisposed Void mask in a peaceful way, the alligator shall proceed through her natural environment, the drunken party brawl, towards the snacks table. There she will begin assaulting the various canapes with relish, rum glass never far from hand while the fighting continues. Once in a while she might break ranks from the food formation to haul another unconcious brawler aside. If she yearns to join the fighting in her secret heart, it doesn't show on her face. Because she's wearing a mask, obviously.

Suddenly, the fighting shavs drop to the ground. They clutch their stomachs and groan in agony. They've had the fight sapped out of them, somehow. Of course, something like a dozen pirat-- I mean, reavers falling to the ground in unison is completely normal. And everyone around is going to feel completely normal, too. Right? Of course.

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf looks down at her drink, and suddenly realizes she'd drank a lot without even eating. Well, there's party food here, so perhaps she'll partake. Though there's nothing particularly genteel about the way she rushes toward the buffet.

Someone wearing An Anemone's gloved fingers tighten on her plate before she relaxes and looks for a moment horrified at the leftover scraps on it. Bunny's words, though eloquent, earn only a woozy, 'Blerg' in response.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask also is seen pushing their way past everyone to go get some food, if anyone knew who what hidden under the mask they would be shocked by the pure hostility in which is show by them in there attempts to abate their hunger

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold stands next to An Anemone, having moved away from the fights and crowd. Yet, as they watched and whispered about something. Her jaws tighten and she visibly holds her breath for a moment as if working through pain like a professional stoic. Her shiny gold mask turns to take in the other woman's response to whatever was indeed happening.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed reaches for The Bereft's plate of food and takes a handful of whatever he had piled on the plate for The Bereft and jams a handful of it underneath his mask. "Gods... no not this feeling again! No... no...!!" He is trying very hard to just fill his stomach with whatever he can reach but then he's sinking down onto his knees with fingers of one hand clawed into his stomach while the other is held underneath his mask and he's trying very hard not to eat his own fingers as he licks off whatever of the crumbs and sauces left after he snatched some food. There's tears coming down from underneath the mask. TEARS. You evil people.

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask goes still, for a few seconds after the fighting shavs stop. He half-turns, aware the Elf is seeking the buffet, and he contemplates that for a little longer. And then he's moving, quick timing it to join the Elf, walking along side her with a little too much energy. "A strange night indeed, my lady," he says. Where before he had no drink, now he takes the first one he spots from a passing servant, drinking deeply.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask is holding her head from the hit and a look of pain etches on her face. As she goes to grab her stomach, hand in mid air, the feeling is gone and now it is just back to her head pounding slightly. Still on the ground she somehow gets up gracefully and walks with that same grace despite how she looks with a tattered dress and stands in front of the food and drink table now.

Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask opens the backpack she carries and brings out snacks. These are quickly disappeared. With her stock depleted, the Glowering Stonefish starts looking around for more sustenance. As there are too many people near the refreshments, she looks again at the backpack. Leather is sort of meat right? She starts gnawing on a strap.

As one group crash upon the floor, A purple octopus is standing up and stretching. "I don't know about you..." A look around, "Why are you grasping your stomachs?"

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask groans, "Y-yeah-- YEAH--! That's..."

She clutches her own belly and buckles briefly before shaking it off, tentacles waggling throughout.

"... that's right!"

The conclusion's much softer than the rest, not helped by how quickly she's bolting towards a downed servant to scoop up a handful of unmade canapes to shove into her tentacles.

Someone wearing Darkened swirling crested deep waves seems frozen for a moment. Whether it's in shock or something else, he cannot move or pull air into his lungs. Eventually air comes, but like so many others, he's rushing to the table filled with food, leaving Wind alone as this need is all-consuming. He grabs and pastries, fish, anything he can until he is shoving it into his mouth and swallowing as quickly as possible.

The Lucky Hare watches as the FOOL he's fighting drops to the ground, and then he holds his fists in the air in victory. For a moment. And then his hands come to his own stomach and he lets out a pained groan before he's running toward the buffet, stepping on fallen shav faces and whatever else is between him and the food.

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask suddenly presses an arm over her stomach and half curls over herself as she groans quietly through the mask. She is able to straighten quickly, however, and--then moves away from the buffet table. Rapidly. Because a lot of other people are coming towards it, and she doesn't wish to wade into that press. Instead, she'll make her way over towards Right Shark, off in the distance, and look meaningfully down at the alabaster woman, then back up at the shark who is obviously not Ember in disguise.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide feels somewhat ok, she's keeping herself from looking at the brawl that's happening, and that's when she feels like she's going to die of hunger. Hands instantly go to her stomach, and she's looking frantically for that food table that was mentioned earlier. She says nothing to Waiting Serpent and woozily heads towards the table. Now Golden Feast wasn't known for being anything but friendly, but when a server gets in her way and they won't move.... what does she do but trip them up with a side swipe of her foot and then steps right over them like it was nothing. Pastries, yup these, Oh! Cake, some of those and she's hoarding it in her hands before eating it all. Surely, she's going to have a sugar rush or upset stomach later.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask blinks. As several fighters drop to the ground in unison, the Eel-masked woman's lips twist slightly. Her head suddenly snaps about, all hints of her laughter and battle-lust having evaporated. Instead, she merely stands still, that grimace turning into a furious scowl. "...Again, huh? Where are you, then? Are you at this party? The novelty's worn off of that trick." Continuing the theme, the Eel-woman appears to be speaking at everyone and no one at once, a slight wobble in her step when she takes one. "You husk."

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed says in Arakkoan, "I hate this feeling! I hate this feeling! Oh gods.. please... I hate this feeling!!""

Off in her corner of things, Countess Right Shark is watching. And she reaches down and smacks the kneeling alabaster woman next to her on the back of the head. They're too far away to hear properly, but Countess Right Shark seems displeased with witnessing everyone rushing to scrape clean any hors d'oeuvre platters.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is, happily, near the food. And happily for a lucky hare, he has abandoned his project of trying to beef with the other Arakkoan in favor of trying to EAT and EAT, struggling along with Franklin to get enough food! Starving boys are starving. Food is being collected onto the plate in a hideously inelegant way, shoved toward Franklin, whom he speaks to quietly.

There's a moment in which the Waiting Serpent is staring a plate of food as if it was the last thing in the City, but it seems to last only a moment and there's a shake of his head when that urge suddenly passes, "What the fuck." That's more murmured to himself then anyone else and his gaze is then taking in the fact that other people are going after food in hordes and that's when Golden makes her move, heading to that table. That has him blinking and then he's moving after her, to try and get hands on her to murmur and draw her away from the food.

Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask says something garbled with her mouthful of leather. That's tough! Is she speaking in a language that anyone understands? It is unclear.

The woman in the Spider Crab mask suddenly lurches upwards, but instead of going straight to the crowd around the food, she moves quickly away from the beach. With her cheek throbbing and perhaps broken, she may not get far but it's back in the direction of the port town that they came into.

The Bereft may be through trying to beef with the Lucky Hare, but the Hare isn't through beefing as he runs to the buffet and promptly tries to shove the Bereft out of his way to get to the food, slapping him in the face and then trying to box him out to get at some of the chicken legs.

Someone wearing A powerful wind of sand and vinery is rushing to the table and in typical fashion she's waiting on no one, bumping a few here and there. It's her against everyone else. But when she's eating, and eating she certainly doesn't /feel/ full. Nope. There is a huff of frustration and she's waving down the servers, "Yes.. your food.. there needs to be more, obviously." Powerful Wind says rather nonchalantly like it's a no brainer, a hand waving like she's some kind of royal.

Someone wearing An Anemone sets her plate aside and her fingers curl lifting to press just below her ribcage. "Shouldn't have eaten that last bite." Now the hungry Actiniaria seems to have had her fill and so she straightens and begins something of a more thorough sweep of the ship with a sharp gaze. She murmurs to the Bunny and then towards the people heading for the food.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask doesn't so much fight her way free of the brawl as it collapses around her, and she whips her head around, eyes within that mask gleaming, shining with need. Her dress isn't in tatters, but it definitely looks like it's been through a fight and... hey, a bunch of rips and tears and exposed, smooth skin is /far_ more fetching than stark black fabric, even adorned with glitter. And despite so much physical exertion... is she covered in /more/ glitter than she started with? Indeed, there's shimmering streaks on that exposed skin, that ripped fabric. But it's hard to see as she bolts towards not the nearest table, but the one least crowded, easiest to get to.

And now there's a feeding frenzy. Canapes are meant to be savored, picked at daintily while bemoaning the trials and tribulations of those poor commoners. Not picked up by the handful and ravenously devoured, and yet that is what the shark gets right into.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor's only beef now would have been like, actual beef, a lucky hare. But you HAD TO GET IN BETWEEN HIM AND THE FOOD. YOU HAD TO.


*** Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor has called for an opposing check with Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold. ***
Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor checks dexterity and brawl at easy. Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is successful.
Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold checks dexterity and dodge at easy. Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold is successful.
*** Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is the winner. ***

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor beefs with a hare over beef. AND WINS. It's terrible.

Over in Countess Right Shark's corner, she's taken her mask off, revealing that she was Ember all along. This is because she's hitting the alabaster woman with her mask, like it's a horsewhip. The alabaster woman is trying to avoid being beaten up with a silk shark mask, and mostly failing.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask, still with a few pieces of wadded up bread and shredded meat in her protective clutch, takes a moment to observe the mob around the table and another to glance towards Countess Right Shark and Ornery Alligator.

Several rapid steps and wary looks around later, she holds her meager offerings towards them while peering down at--

Oh, okay, now Ember is just beating this poor woman, with her mask.

Giant Kraken shifts, slightly, to offer Alligator alone these ruined canapes, because Ember is busy.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide is making way towards the food but when Waiting Serpent is trying to stop her she nearly hits him. It definitely isn't a playful swat either, it's a 'you better let me go' kind of hit if he doesn't dodge it. And yet, she can't overpower him when he finally does get hands on her. She clearly isn't herself right now, she'd /never/ hit him or anyone else. "Lemme go... I'm soooooo hungry!"

Someone wearing Mask of a Charming Sea Elf has a deviled egg shoved into her cheek, grateful she chose a mouth-open mask so she can partake of things at the buffet. It's odd how socializing has given way to wanting to eat at this party but she isn't particularly thinking about that anymore.

"Well I'm so hungry I could eat...," she looks around at all the sea creatures and could easily name one but doesn't. A pale hand rests against the front of her bone corset, pressing there. The short, vicious kraken sets her sights on the food table and nearly skips towards. There are so many people and she scowls, looking irritated and well, hungry. Little, she tries to slip in where she can, showing no manners. There is only a desire to get something caught between her fingers, so she can devour it. There is little attention left for the other party-goers now, save should one get in her way of a snack.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask takes a step away from the now bombared tables and looks a bit unsure of what to do next. Standing by herself on the beach dried blood at her hairline from the bottle hitting her earlier.

The Bereft may successfully drag the Lucky Hare away from the table, but not before the Hare manages to grab up four chicken legs which he double fists, leaning forward and being as much dead weight as he can for The Bereft to pull against. Tearing away a hunk of meat from the leg in his right hand, he swings that chicken bone right at the Bereft's head shamelessly!

Someone wearing a lucky hare mask in gleaming gold says in Arakkoan, "Get out of here! I hate you!"

Someone wearing an Ornery Alligator mask looks over at the tall Kraken, noticing finally the distinct reduction in her dress from the course of the brawling. She will, politely, decline any further canapes as instead she looks back at Ember striking the alabaster woman with her mask, then back at the kraken. "Countess..." She coughs, lightly.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold nods to An Anemone, "Could be worth tracing or keeping to memory." She mentions, of the shipwreck. She sees a Lucky Hare lose his beef to The Bereft. "I don't have an ear for what they are squawking about. Want to take a guess?" Her drink-holding hand extends to point at the Arakkoan speakers fighting over food nearby.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask will very, very impolitely cram wadded bread and meat into her mouth so her hands are free for -- just -- touching Ember's shoulder, careful as can be. "... hey, what's..."

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask looks about at the mutterings of hunger, her teeth baring. "...Why, everyone seems just /famished/. Etch that fucking feeling into your heart, the next time you look down your nose at someone starving in the street. The next time you turn a blind eye to one of Arx's poorest Wards." She draws her drink up and takes a deep gulp, wobbling, "Some are feelin' it as we shardin' well speak. Just like you, I wager. Just like that." A callous snort, "...So fucking remember it."

The Waiting Serpent is promptly smacked by the Golden Feast, since he was most surely not expecting it and makes no move to get out of the way. That has him giving a little grunt and he's giving a shake of his head, "No. You're done." He's then tugging her away from the food and off to one side, even as he murmurs again.

Someone wearing a Left Shark mask lessens in intensity once she's crammed the first ravenous bite of food into her mouth... or at the least, she focuses on finding an empty, intact glass and filling it with drink. And she's not above sharing, or at least as the purple kraken presses in to get food, the (not entirely) victorious Left Shark graciously moves to allow access to the food instead of hoarding it like some sort of dragon. Although it's also possible she was just stretching for that bottle of rum she picks up, only to forego the glass she just secured and tip the bottle back into her mouth like she's trying to drown herself. Either way, there's an opening for the Purple Kraken to slip past her.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed checks composure at hard. Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed fails.

Someone wearing An Anemonewatches the feeding frenzy like she watched the brawl, only with less gorging, turning to stare into the distance at the Hostess as well. Then she gazes across each of the corners before murmuring, "Not a clue." The glitteringt coral and gemstone studded Anemone lifts her hand to vaguely gesture the direction and deepens her voice. "I saw that first. Red meat is for rabbits." Another change, "Cram a canape in it." She jokes then clears her throat. "Good luck. I'm going to go get a closer look."

Seems still hungry but also decides just to put up with that feeling once they have gotten some portion of food, not going to totally cave into being unciviled about it. Still trying to avoid any brawls

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed glares over at a Slippery Eel mask, "I fucking know it! FUCK YOU for assuming people here don't! You want to remember my sword?!" FIGHTING Words! But he's like on his knees and clutching his arms and lightly begging to go home because this really is awful and sucks.

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide blinks, did Waiting Serpent just tell her no. There is a slow turn of her head as she looks to him. Indeed, she did hit him but she doesn't seem all that remorseful at the moment. Not now anyways. Aquamarine eyes under her mask stare at him. She's huffing out in a sort of prissy way, looking at the food longingly before darting for it. She nabs something, a hand reaching out... a piece of meat AND she /eats/ it. There is a grimace on her face, because 1. she doesn't eat meat but hoping it will satiate this ever lingering hunger. If Waiting Serpent wants to pull her away he better near carry her off cause she isn't going anywhere.

Ember checks charm and performance at hard. Ember fails.

Redreef Wardens -- that is, the guards of House Redreef -- are unmasked, and gathering up the groaning, stomach-clutching shav brawlers to drag them away. Not that removing the fighters seems to have actually done anything to buoy the party's mood.

So in the spirit of doing nothing to buoy anyone's mood, Ember steps forward, walking to the dance floor. She passes right by the Anemone as she does so. She's still not wearing her mask, instead clutching it one hand.

"Everyone," Ember says, addressing the crowd in her loud, clear, deep voice. "Thank you for attending. Your donations will work to benefit those afflicted by starvation." Ember pauses for a long moment, like she's going to say more.

Then Ember doesn't say more. That was it. That was the speech. She seems to show no concern for the party guests, and begins walking back to her corner.

Someone wearing The Bereft, a hopeless shipwrecked sailor is being assailed by a lucky hare, who threw a chicken bone at him! Bereft picks it up again as though to throw it right BACK... then thinks better of that and gnaws on the little bit of gristle on the end instead. Gross. He might have had another go at the Hare after that, but then poor Franklin is battling ghosts of his own past, and perhaps -- not successfully. "That Eel will kick your ass," Bereft whisper-hisses. "This isn't anybody's fault. Come along with me -- we need to go."

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask spits to the side, a whiskey-darkened substance as she's called out for her words. That's where it appears to begin and end for her.

Someone wearing a Red Fanged Shark Mask starts to slap clap Ember's sentence long speech. It's unclear if he expects anyone else to join in.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask does clap for Ember's sentence long speech.

Like, a /lot/.

And LOUDLY.

While nervously looking at the rest of the party.

Someone wearing a Glowering Stonefish mask claps calmly at the countess. When she is done, she turns and wanders back to wherever it was on the island that she came from. Maybe there is food there.

The Lucky Hare potentially hears the bit about the Eel being an ass kicker, and takes that moment to move behind The Bereft and shove him toward the Eel, only to turn and begin to grab as much food as he can carry and run back for the ship that'll take him home.

Someone wearing a Sly Sea Snake mask without missing a beat walks slowly back towards arks. Shoulder slumped slightly rubbing her head leaving

It takes a moment but then the ornery alligator also starts clapping, with a bit of a throat-clearing to go along with it. But she'll join the Kraken in a show of approval even as the house guards drag away approximately half the partygoers, while others continue to feast.

"Ack!" That's what the Waiting Serpent offers as the Golden Feast manages to be all squirmy and darts free to snag a piece of food. Catching her snagging a piece of meat, there's a little grunt and before he can stop her, she's eating it and there's another grunt and a shake of his head, "Alright. That's enough." He's reaching out to grab Golden Feast and simply hoist her up and over his shoulder. Nothing to see! It's all very dignified! Then, he's promptly turning to meander his way free of the chaos.

Someone wearing An Anemone pauses to stare at the Countess for a moment, then the Kraken before going about her room wandering now that there's less to get in her way of the inspection. After a while she slips free of the Masquerade.

Someone wearing a Blue-Ringed Octopus mask makes her way back out after the event is winding down, maybe to go seek other food or something

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide is clearly slumped over Waiting Serpent's shoulder in defeat, huffing out. "Can we pleaseee get food when we get home?" Tears are swelling in the corner of her eyes, threatening to break free under her mask as she grabby hands towards the buffet table, her long lost friend... dearly departed, that longing look of food that she needed.

Someone wearing a charming bunny mask of gold watches as Ember ends up right where she and An Anemone stand. After the speech, her amusement lapses momentarily as she grabs an armful of bottles from the table, and runs off towards a Lucky Hare. "Wait! Don't forget the rum!"

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed points a finger at a Slippery Eel mask in a 'I will find you' way. LUCKILY, a Slippery Eel mask{ is there to pull him out before anything gets real beyond a few spitted words and suffering groans!

Someone wearing a Stoic Stargazer mask seems to find the drink uniquely satisfying, even if the drink is by no means unique. He seeks another glass, and then a snack, though he doesn't push his way to the buffet table. Instead, he watches the Redreef guards take away the unconscious figures, turning his gaze towards Ember for a longer look.

Someone wearing Franklin, who is not and has never been impressed points a finger at a Slippery Eel mask in a 'I will find you' way. LUCKILY, The Bereft is there to pull him out before anything gets real beyond a few spitted words and suffering groans!

Someone wearing Golden feast within an unsuspecting hungry riptide leaves, following Someone wearing A waiting serpent.

As the final announcement fills the air, there is a sudden twist in her thick eyebrows, cracking apart a crab leg, as the juices spray out. "Hm.," is said and forgotten as she unapologetically grabs a few canapes to tuck away somewhere, and wander off with.

Someone wearing a Giant Kraken mask kicks the alabaster woman in the ribs, exactly once, after conferring with Ornery Alligator for a little while. She then looks between Alligator and-- Ember-- for a beat, perhaps seeking confirmation/validation.

Someone wearing a Slippery Eel mask lifts a hand and points right back at Franklin, craning her head to the side. She seems entirely unfazed, and her lips thin ever further.

Someone wearing Void of the Ocean Deeps wakes up.



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