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So no one told you life was going to be this way

The ballroom appeared when it was time, where did it come from? Perhaps not even the owner of the building themselves knew, but this kind of behavior was normal. The mansion seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes, after all. And its tenants were always kept happy and comfortable within its walls, all amenities cared for.

The floors were clean and polished, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling which had carefully painted murals of people dancing together. The chandeliers gave off a gentle golden glow, bathing the participants of the ball in the kind of light that made everything more beautiful. Carefully ornate and decorated walls lined with old romantic paintings. Tables were laid out, tastefully short bouquets of fresh flowers upon the table, splashes of red and pink against white embroidered tablecloths.

Dripping with the kind of luxury that some participants of this ball could only dream of as ghostly music played, the origin of which was unknown, the tenants of the mansion danced.

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~Meren gone shopping...~

It was a fine day like any other. Meren was at the clothing store shopping. looking at a wide assortment of shirts, pants, socks and underwear. Lots of underwear. Neatly packed in bundles. Meren liked the red socks the most. Though perhaps he'd get the blue ones, no?

"Hmmm... So many shirts... Which ever one will I get? Whichever one will I not? I wonder what shirt that bozo over there- Don't look at me like that. Bozo. Nobody is talking to you. That's right. Turn and walk away. Peasant. What the fuck was that guy's problem?" Meren said walking off with the shirt he liked.

Meren continued walking around. He quicklly found some dress pants. Many weren't his size. Many didn't look good. SO few of them actually did. But Meren was being especially picky today. "Hmmm... No... No. Errrr.... No. That one is just as ugly as the last one. Perfect for that bozo, but not for me. Hmm... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm- Don't shush me! I'm not even talking that loud! Unbelievable" Meren complained. He spent the rest of his shopping time muttering to himself in a mildly bad mood. He found a jacket he liked and he already had plenty good dress shoes. He also got himself a tie and a few other accessories before trying them on and purchasing them before leaving.

~Meren Bedroom/ballroom...~

He eventually got to his bedroom, where he readied a spell circle on the ground. candles lit and the atmosphere of the room was dread filled. A horrible feeling was brewing in the room. Meren placed his clothes into the circle. Then Meren began drawing runes. when the last rune was drawn, he stepped back and watched as the clothes in the circle began to burn, but not catch on fire. A low haunting scream came from Meren's room as he opened the door as if escaping. Meren stood there in the doorway. Very confident for someone who stood at 4'9" ft tall. He was looking pretty sharp. An ashy gray suit with red glowing lines and a bright red tie. Meren stood there for 45 seconds as he posed for nobody in particular. He then made his way into the hallway. Looking around to see if anybody was there yet. He then made his way to the ballroom. He visibly cringed a little. It was prettier and a lot fancier than he expected it to be. Almost too fancy. He spent three minutes staring at the chandelier .

"Hm" He mused.

the first thing Meren did was make his way to the food. He brought a box of his own to the party. He took the tiny box out of his pocket and made it large. He took shot glasses out of the box. and a bottle of whiskey. The stuff was strong enough to kill grass and burned going down. He put the empty bottle back into the box and shrank it so it would fit into his pocket once more. He then made his way to the dance floor. He was an elf and loved to show off. Classy and sophisticated. Elegance and grace. Beauty and refinement. He moved across the dance floor and he knew what he was doing.

 

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Back home, Yixi had never been a party person. Nobody really was. They'd get festive during important holidays and sometimes when something cool happened, but otherwise, none. Either that, or Yixi just wasn't getting invited. The more they thought about it, the more upsetting it became.

No matter. You're proving yourself.

Yixi had learned a lot about Earth during their time here. Mostly that people were dumb, and if they saw you acting funny they'd just assume you were something called a "skitzo-frenic". Yixi had gotten a few angry phone calls from work for rampant "skitzo-frenic" behavior. Things like sniffing the mailboxes. Apparently a taboo? Also, stealing iced creams from Earth children. And grabbing the creams with your bare hands. Do NOT grab the creams with your bare hands.

This party wasn't much like the ones on Mars. Mostly because the drinks weren't bubbly enough. Some of them weren't bubbly at all. And most of them were dark, stagnant colors. Browns and ochre yellows. Yixi hadn't tried them, but there was no way something the color of animal urine could be delicious.

Feeling a bit lost, in an emotional sense, they wandered over to their housemate River.

River wouldn't help. But they also never made Yixi feel ashamed for being confused, which was a common human custom. If anything, it seemed like River anticipated it. And Yixi preferred that to "what do you mean you don't know what a 'cat' is" and all of that nonsense.

So what if they didn't know?! So WHAT?!

"You seem to be sitting." Yixi opened, and then opted to sit down as well. "Me too."

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There was a person blanked out and staring at the center piece, perhaps strung out on morphine or shitfaced drunk off the bottle in their hands - a red wine from long ago, an old vintage that he preferred, picked up off the hands of some Venetian merchant way back when she was a jester of sorts.

They barely noticed a person sitting down at their table, beginning to speak to them as River continued to stare off into nothingness.

And suddenly, he was looking straight at Yixi. “Greetings.”

A foggy stare with muddy hazel eyes, slightly reminiscent of a raccoon. Not quite focusing on the alien in question, somehow both definitely staring straight at them with an intimidating kind of eye contact, and also not at all staring at them. This was probably the most normal greeting that River has ever given a single living soul.

“The dove bursts as white feathers fall.” Not even a ‘how’s your day going.’ What a very rude thing, not asking someone how their day went – immediately jumping into business like that. “As the chariot’s ride grows ever shorter.”

There was a nod, like that made complete and total sense. And then all of the sudden River’s head dropped down and they blinked a couple of times, looking somewhat bleary eyed and confused at their surroundings.

“... what’d you say?” A very functional conversation, apparently they were talking to someone else. The alien. Lanky fellow. Yixi was always a fun time, though they tended to be extremely curious about things that most would find to be apparent. It lead to some really strange moments… River really liked Yixi. “Where am I?”

Another batch of very frantic glancing about. “What century is this?” Most likely extremely similar to an old grandpa who really needed to take his medication. “Oh there’s wine.”

And then River chugged some of the wine before remembering that she’s in the company of others who would most definitely find this kind of behavior rude and unseemly.

“You want some? Nectared ambrosia, a gift from Dionysus himself, you should-” There was a small gesture of trying to pass the bottle over to the alien. A little splashed onto the white tablecloth, eerily reminiscent of a blood stain.

Did River know what the fuck she was doing? No.

“Speak and the whispers of the mother will respond.” Okay so definitely not all the marbles were there. Claimed abilities to see into the future were definitely dubiously questionable at best. Outright lies at worst. Even more suspicious was understanding and sanity, though perhaps that’s what made them closer friends than one would expect for two strange creatures.

River Malkav

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Selena Erwood
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Oh! A gala! Selena hadn't attended a gala in years! Growing up her parents had thrown some. But those were such...drab affairs. Dark corners, musty smells, virgins unknowingly invited to become the midnight snack dancing without a care in the world. No, Selena thought this gala would be much better.

She sat in front of her vanity, cell phone in front of her with the camera on. She carefully applied her makeup like an painter painting their canvas. Tonight's ensemble was a red affair. Selena dusted her cheeks with a deep rouge blush, and dabbed a heavy amount of gold glitter onto her eyelids. One could never have too much glitter! Her mother told her she wore her makeup like a stripper, but Selena didn't see anything wrong with that. If the stripper liked their makeup, then what was the matter with it?

Finishing her face, Selena stood up and walked over to the mannequin holding tonight's dress. She had been sewing by hand all week. A simple yet elegant Lolita style dress with draping sleeves and gold trim. It wasn't her best work, in Selena's opinion. But it was still wearable for tonight. Maybe later on she would alter it until it finally gave her a true feeling of satisfaction.

The dress took a while to shimmy into with its many clasps, buttons, and ribbons. She wished she had a full length mirror she could actually see herself in so that she could get a good idea of what she really looked like. With a final twirl that caused the skirts to billow out around her, Selena slipped into her matching shoes and headed out of the door. She didn't bother to lock it behind her, surely nobody here would want to go into her room without permission. Everyone who lived here seemed so nice so far!

Selena had never seen a ballroom in the mansion before. But following the sound of music, she came across heavy doors that gave way unto a party unlike one she had seen before.

Grinning, Selena strode into the room, her heels clicking on the lacquered stone floor beneath her.

What to do first? The possibilities were endless. Already there were people dancing, eating, and talking to each other. Selena didn't feel ready to dance just yet, that would come later in the evening. So, she chose to make her way to the banquet table. Most of the food technically didn't sustain Selena, with blood being the best source of energy, but she took a tart and popped it into her mouth regardless. It was okay to enjoy things even if they had no purpose, so long as you were happy right?

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~Meren...~

Contempt with his dance moves and at the belief he had completely owned the dance floor, he began determining his next course of action, but what would that be? Food? Nah. He certainly wasn't gonna hang around the punch bowl all day like some loser scared someone might notice him.

Perhaps he'd approach someone. Mighty as well. The night was still young and Meren had so much planned for it. So he moved around, casually glancing over people. Silently judging them on their wardrobe choices and possibly life choices that might have brought them to this gala.

"Teeny meeny miny mor! Pick a zombie by the. If it falls off, sew it on. My mummy told me to pick the very worst one and you are it" Meren muttered under his breath as he held his finger out, eyes glaring down his finger as he looked at the different people. When he stopped muttering to himself, his eyes rested on a vampire girl in a white dress.

Confident as he was, he had no problem making his way over and greeting himself.

"Looks like your enjoying the food! Though I wonder how much sodium is in this food..
Hmmm... Can never be too careful, no...?" Meren said glancing over at the girl then at the food.

He picked up a piece of food examining it, "erm... Cold as the grave" Meren muttered before placing it back onto the tray. He looked back at the vampire girl.

"The name is Erunmilrmerel Leormeathonan, but I suppose Meren for short is sufficient enough. I trust your enjoying yourself? Be ashamed if you weren't" Meren said before glancing over at the dancing, no longer wishing to look at the food.

 

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Faylen

Perhaps the biggest benefit of having magic in a modern world was not having to spend money on clothes, really.

When Faylen was wee, and her biggest struggle in life was trying to pluck a fish from the river with her hands, she had heard the older fey tell stories of their youth. Their experience with the human world had been quite the different one than her own; back then, people were... More trustworthy. More gullible. Less laden with iron and salt. And, most of all, the common people only had so many outfits; one had but to don some rags and they could fit in, so long as they didn't go after nobles.

But that had been lifetimes ago. It had never been true in Faylen's life. But for all the problems that modern life presented that she hadn't been prepared for, clothing was the easier to solve. Hell, it wasn't any more difficult than hiding her horns or wings, really; with a glamour it was all hidden to the public eye, and the fey was no more assuming than any other red-headed woman.

So, when she had left her ex and moved in with an advertised mansion of non-human creatures like herself, Fay didn't have much to bring. A trunk of trinkets and trophies, with books and sheet music and a computer, and just a couple of outfits- a glamor couldn't hide smell, after all. She certainly didn't have anything suitable for a masquerade, or even the budget to acquire such a dress. But, the faerie had magic, and that was enough. Her 'dress shopping' consisted of browsing the web until she had found something to tickle her fancy, and then simply waiting until the ball to cast the spell.

Faylen had only recently moved into the mansion herself- she hadn't had the time yet to meet the other residents, and was excited for the chance to do so. The owner of the house, who she also had yet to have the pleasure of meeting, had made allusions to a variety of creatures: elfs, ghosts, vampires, aliens... A cast that she would be able to be her truest self around, at any rate, and who she would be able to let her wings down around. It was exciting to be here, and a welcome change from her last living situation, squirreled away in a hidden room as her ex forgot about her.

A ball! A masquerade ball! Even when she was wee, Fay always assumed that she'd never have the chance to attend one herself- but here it was. She had taken a bottle of whiskey from her ex on her way out, more for spite than anything else; it was a nicer one, one that he would notice missing, if not necessarily care that it was gone. She had taken it simply because she could- but this ball was the perfect opportunity to share and show her goodwill towards her new roommates. So when the hour finally arrived, she was thrilled to cast on her outfit: a pale green tunic with dark floral patterns over a green skirt, flexible green slippers to match, and a mask reminiscent of an owl with shimmery green feathers. She even cast some makeup on her face- dark red lips and shimmery green eyes to match the mask.

Lastly came the worry of being too early. Ten minutes after the ball was set to start, Fay set out of her room, not bothering to lock it out of excitement. She was careful to walk steadily through the halls, not wanting to rush or seem overly eager. Music was already playing, and served as a map through the still unfamiliar mansion. Finally, the faerie arrived, slipping through the doors quietly as she peer around the room. Upon seeing a handful of others there, her wings rose and stretched out behind her with pleasure; oh, who to meet first? But then- with another thought, Fay passed by the pairs of her roommates to where the drinks were held, and placed the whiskey with the rest.

She scanned over the room again, then turned back to the bottle she'd brought and opened it. This all had been exciting in theory- but now that she was here, Fay realized that what she really, truly needed was social lubricant, first.

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