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Alright everyone, this is the mafia ball. Elegant costumes, fine cuisine from the far corners of the earth, and who could forget dancing under the clear sky with the stars!

This does not have to be like the roleplay, so everyone should try to have some fun! (yes Allastor likes to party as well)

((Reserved, this will not start until the 1st of October))

Tamwynne walked into the ball room and sighed. She was wearing a green a-line dress with sandals. She had even kept her hair down, which was a very rare event. She went over to Niccea. "Hey, Niccea, what are you doing?" she said.

Duct Tape walked in on the conversation at the last minute.
Hearing "body parts" and "punch" in the same sentence, she backed away slowly.
they were on to her...

(((I'll roleplay this as Fixer, since he's turning out to be freakishly similar to me. eek )))

A teenager, about 17 years of age, slipped into the ballroom. His normally messy hair was reasonably combed, straining to return to its more unkempt state. He had his small pair of shades, wearing a long-sleeved dress shirt, a brown leather bomber jacket, a black tie, and kahkis. He walked forward at his usual pace towards the ony three people in the room, noting the cameras. I wonder if those are closed circuit he wondered, and why are they watching the punch bowl? He proceeded with caution, still appearing casual.

Imaire quietly stepped in, her long brown hair done half-up with a circlet set towards the back of the design. Standing in a long deep blue dress with several layers of skirt that made it stand out, she seated herself on one of the benches, running her gloved fingers through each other as if she were waiting for someone.

Tamwynne walked out to the dance floor and began to sway to the music. She sighed. "It looks like I'm gonna be a wallflower yet again," she said. She twirled around. It made her dress stick out a little bit, and it showed her blue, lace up, cork sandles. "Wheeee!!" she said, trying to enjoys herself.

Smiling, Imaire stood up quickly, blushing as she took Kill's hand as they descended down the staircase to the ballroom floor. She flipped back her hair nervously, raising an eyebrow as she saw the cameras around the punchbowl.

Kill smiled, taking Imaire's hand in his, eyeing the heavily monitored punch bowl. "Seems GR had some lasting effects." He said, laughing lightly to himself.
"It would."
Kill turned to see Gabriel wearing an uncharacteristic suit, complete with blood-red tie, his hair neatly combed over his eye, hiding the eye-patch from view. He was leaning against the wall, obviously waiting for someone.