Pinkie's New Feather Party: The Masquerade Ball!

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Who: Pinkie Pie, the New Feathers, and you!
What: Pinkie Pie's Party Palooza: New Feather Party Edition!
When: September 22, evening until late night.
Where: The Battle Dome
Summary: Get your Masquerade on
Rating: P for Pinkie Pie Party Paradise


The night is finally here! Pinkie Pie and friends have been working hard to get everything absolutely perfect. The Battle Dome has been done up to look like a grand ballroom, complete with dance hall and dining area. A small, but elegantly decorated stage is situated in the middle of the dance hall, and is equipped with microphones and speakers for anyone willing to perform. Otherwise, the dome is set up to play songs on request.

The dining area is equipped with a buffet-style dinner selection, filled with food contributed by various donators, highlighted by a large cake at the central table, which is then surrounded by smaller tarts, pies and pastries. Wine, champagne, and other choice drinks are available from ice chests near the buffet line.

Finally, since it was so popular with the last party, the night will be ended with a fireworks display over the dome. Afterwards, Pinkie Pie will be going around making sure everyone gets home safely, before returning to the dome to start cleaning up.

Note: Like Pinkie's last party, this one has a theme: a Masquerade Ball. Everyone who enters must wear a mask, and keep it on for the entirety of the party. If you haven't picked one out yourself, Pinkie would be more than happy to provide one for you.

Comments

[dragoneer]

[Textbook wallflower, right here. It's not for lack of wanting to be here--he came on his own volition, after all. But Hiccup realized upon entering the dance hall two things that really ought to have occurred to him before, lest he doom himself:

He doesn't know how to dance.

He has a pegleg. Which makes the fact that he doesn't know how to dance even more hopeless.

He's pulled out the one thing in his closet he thinks may befit the occasion, a dusty number that hasn't seen the light of day since the "marriage" of Jack Sparrow and Raine Sage. Note to self. Procure fancy duds that don't smell like mothballs.

At least his mask is relatively cool. It probably can't overwhelm the dress robes, but alas. He tried.

Someone had better pull him off the wall. Or at least usher him toward the snack table before he shrinks into nothingness out of embarrassment.]

[fourteen]

[ ... wow those are some ... uh ... what is he wearing, anyway? Gosh.

She thinks she recognizes him behind that mask, and is trying not to giggle as she approaches. ]

Is that you, Hiccup?

[dragoneer]

[He doesn't even know, man. He doesn't even know.]

Uhhh--[Yep, that's definitely her.] Hey, Xion. Yeah, it's me. Guess I didn't try hiding it too much.

[fourteen]

Hehe. That's okay! I like your mask. But... um.... [ ... not sure what to say about his clothing. ]

[dragoneer]

[He glances down. Yeeeeaaaah, he knows.] Thanks. I kind of...don't really have any fancy clothes.

[fourteen]

[ Suppresses a giggle. ]

It's not so bad. But ... maybe we should find you some. Just in case!

[dragoneer]

Yeah. Just in case. I mean--I haven't worn these in over a year. I guess things like this don't come around all that often.

[fourteen]

Yeah, you're right. It would be nice if they did, though. I guess it's good to have a break from the normal routine.

[ She doesn't ask him to dance, though she sort of wishes he could. Imagining his reactions almost makes her laugh. Instead, she opts for another approach. ]

Want to get some food?

[dragoneer]

[A break from the normal routine that doesn't include experiments. Yeah, he could be down with that.]

Food? Sounds really, really good. [And puts distance between him and this dance floor.]

[seakingbait]

[Hey there Hiccup. Have a couple minutes? Because there's a drunk mermaid giving you the eye. She's wearing a simple yellow sun dress, but her mask isn't doing a very good job of disguising her red cheeks and slightly glazed eyes. She sips at a drink she may or may not have smuggled in from the buffet.

When she thinks she has Hiccup's attention, she waves from across the room.]

Hiiii Hiccup-chiiin~!

[dragoneer]

[He doesn't know many girls with green hair--and he definitely only has one that calls hims Hiccup-chin. She sounds a little bit...funny?]

Hey, Keimi! Are--are you having fun?

[seakingbait]

[She huffs, putting her hands on her hips.]

Hey... how did you know it was me?

[dragoneer]

Just a wild guess. [He tilts his head.] Are...are you drunk?

[He's grown pretty good at recognizing drunkenness being a viking and all.]

[seakingbait]

N-no... who told you that? [She does her best to hold in a hiccup, but fails.]

I think... y-you're drunk, Hic... Hiccup-chin.

[dragoneer]

[Y e p she's totally drunk.]

Oh, I know drunk when I see it. I'm a viking, you know. [...] Do you need to sit down or anything? Cold water? Something?

[seakingbait]

I don't need any water, silly! I'm a mermaid!

[Because that made perfect sense.]

[dragoneer]

[Uh...huh.]

Oooohkay. Well, uh. Maybe you should lay off the drinks for awhile?

[bubblywishes]

[And whereas anyone else may have been a little polite about the hideousness of Hiccup's outfit, one such lady is definitely not. Norma almost chokes on her drink as she passes him by, removing her mask to be be sure she's not seeing things. And once she does see that her eyes are not playing tricks on her, Norma does what any sensible person in this situation without a lick of manners would do--]

OH MY G--AHAHAHAHAAA!

[dragoneer]

[Why does she keep finding him when he looks ridiculous? Why? What is his life?

Well, there's no mystery who she is, at least.]

Uh. Hi. Norma. It's, the, uh, robes, huh. It's the robes. I know.

[bubblywishes]

[Oh my god, it's Hiccup. That alone makes Norma laugh harder and she covers her face and mouth to silence herself - people are beginning to stare. Oh gosh, oh gosh... Wow, she feels sorry for you, man. She really does. There is some kind of cruel force of nature putting you through this or something.]

Dragon Boy?! You look hideous! [AT LEAST SHE'S HONEST.] I dunno which is worse, the hair from before, or what you've got on now. Mask's not bad, though...at the very least.

[dragoneer]

[Yeah. He know. He knows. And this kind of stuff? Always happens to him. What is his life.]

Well, I had to make up for the...[He gestures TO ALL OF HIM. Or all the robes.]...this. I don't exactly have formal clothes.

[bubblywishes]

And you went with that instead of, say...trying the clothing shops or asking the expertise advice from a fair and radiant maiden like myself? [SIGH.] Jeez, you guys are beyond belief. How do you function without our assistance?

[Seriously, Norma wonders this sometimes. It's amazing how some guys just...just exist the way they do. It's magic - true magic.]

[dragoneer]

H-hey! Iiiii may not have the best fashion sense, but--I can do plenty of other things just fine. Like--cook. I'm actually pretty good at that now, actually.

[Give him some credit, okay. Vikings pretty much have no equivalent to this.]

[bubblywishes]

Now?

[My gosh, Hiccup, you are incredible. Incredibly lackluster, that is, but Norma's just laughing quietly behind her hand. It's funny, she likes the fact that you seem to be rather...inept (no offense) at many things. It's charming - endearing, maybe. Oh, and it's definitely pretty funny.]

[dragoneer]

[His mouth thins into a line. GIVE HIM SOME CREDIT OKAY, HE TRAINED A DRAGON.]

Iiii--well, yeah. I didn't exactly have a reason to learn to cook back home.