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Masked, I advance.

The { MASQUERADE } Meme

Masquerade
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face so the world will never find you...

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It's a splendid night for a party!

You received an invitation to a masquerade party and after wondering who exactly throws these things anymore outside of people in Italy and the strange people in that Vanilla Sky movie, you've decided to attend! Decked out in your best (or maybe not so best - it may have been last minute, after all), you descend on the party and prepare to make it a night to remember.

Is it your friend's annual Halloween party with a twist? Perhaps you're an international spy, trying to find out the best way to steal the Crown Jewels. Maybe this is part of Spirit Week at your high school and you really wish that your classmates would be more creative next time.

Elaborate Venetian, playful animals, dazzling supernatural creatures - whatever type of party it is, the night is young. Have fun.

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This is not a RNG meme. Your characters' role and situation is entirely up to you. "But how do you play?" you might ask. It's as simple as 1, 2, 3!

1.) Post with your character. In the subject line type of your character's name and canon. If you'd like, in the comment section, you can describe what mask/costume your character is wearing and even include preferences (shipping/smut/gen).
2.) Tag around! This is a party after all, and your character can't find any of their usual crew behind their masks (or maybe they can and need to tease them mercilessly for their choice of costume).
3.) Profit!

First person to drop the chandelier buys drinks for everyone!

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[ Par for the course with her. Up for anything from gen to shipping to smut, violence is definitely an option too-it's not as though assassination attempts are strange at these sorts of events, when the victim and attacker can both hide behind a mask.

An actual royal court, quite possibly her own, is the most likely setting, but can definitely play her in some sort of modern setting if anybody's interested. Dress and mask will pend the setting, s'yeah. ]

[this is the perfect meme for him lbr]

[I feel like these two would get along. Rupert's here from 19th century Ruritania, and currently on the run from this little misunderstanding where he kidnapped the king.]

Rupert couldn't resist a party. Certainly not when it was a fashionable party, and included the opportunity for masks. Convenient, while he was still on the run.

Dressed in a very handsome dress uniform for the Ruritanian military, Rupert's mask was white and gold. He looked the part, which he was, of a young and charming nobleman who had earned a respectable rank in the army.

He might be wanted in Ruritania, but he didn't expect to be recognized here. It was a party. He wanted to enjoy himself and find some charming, attractive person his own age to seduce.

There was one in particular who had caught Rupert's attention.

Catching up a pair of champagne goblets, Rupert brought them over and offered one with a bow. "It seems such a tragedy for someone so very appealing to be standing alone. Perhaps I may remedy that situation."

Finding a place in the world where Hans Westergard's infamy didn't precede him had proved difficult at best. But not impossible, as he'd found out with this land, where masquerade balls were all the rage and fashion, and no one so much as asked for his title before waving him to a table full of masks to choose from, the only requirement to enter the party.

And why shouldn't he? Hans was, after all, celebrating! He'd managed to sneak off the boat back to the Southern Isles after the little debacle in Arendelle, and now he was at a party where he could meet any number of princesses. The night was his. All it would take would be one girl, and he'd be sure to stay away from sisters.

Plucking a blue and silver fox mask from the table, he fixed it over his face. It covered the top half and gave him a slight muzzle, crafty eye holes, and wild ears, but it left his full head of red hair on display, as well as his slim, handsome mouth and fine, royal jaw. With a fresh white suit 'borrowed' along his way and his usual trappings adorning his person, he did certainly present a lovely image. He'd been hoping to work his way to the lovely fair-haired girl at the far end of the court, but instead found himself face to face to a champagne goblet and a man bowing to him.

Thankfully, the mask hid the way heat crept into his skin. "I wasn't hoping to be alone for long," Hans said, putting on his best smile and inclining his head as he took the flute. "Thank you, Prince...?" Because if he wasn't a prince, he wasn't worth Hans's time.

"Rupert," he answered, only the slightest bit late for his cue. He made up for it by the sparkle in his smile and his lively blue eyes. "Of Modenstein."

They were far enough from Ruritania that he didn't expect that the old family name would be recognized. Rupert absolutely felt confident to try and pass it off as a sovereign country. Haven't heard of Modenstein? Oh, it's right near Switzerland. North west. Little bit east. Kind of central, really.

"And yourself?" Rupert asked. He was hoping, like Hans, for power and influence, anyone he could bend to his ambitions, but Rupert was also more than happy to spend his nights with stable grooms and barmaids in between the dukes and princesses.

"Prince Hans," he introduced, straightening to give Rupert a look over. Handsome lineage, that was for sure, although Hans wasn't sure where exactly Modenstein was. While he'd prefer a larger kingdom, at this point, he really couldn't be picky. Any kingdom would be a win. "Of the Southern Isles."

In this part of the world, he was sure no one would have heard yet about him. Or at least, he was praying that was the case!

"Modenstein, was it?" he asked. "Have we done business in the past?"

Rupert hadn't heard of the Southern Isles, and wondered, briefly, if the country was fictional. It hardly mattered. As much as Rupert wanted a bit of influence and sanctuary, he would very happily settle with securing a warm bed for the night and company to share it with.

"I don't believe so," Rupert said, with a charming smile. "Surely I would have remembered trade negotiations with someone so handsome." He took a sip from his glass and then gestured to the ballroom floor. "Do you dance?"

Hans let out a soft laugh, flashing his own winning smile. "You flatter me, Rupert." Considering he couldn't see the entirety of Hans's face behind the mask, Hans would just assume he meant his body. Which was fair enough - he worked hard to maintain his physique.

He glanced to the dance floor. It was full, and while at normal parties maybe it would be unheard of for two men to dance together, but from what Hans could tell, there were already several same-sex couples there. He considered the beautiful, royal-looking lady at the corner, then thought better. Maybe, given his recent experiences, he should try for a prince instead of a princess.

"With you? Gladly." He offered his hand, planning to take the lead.

The body was certainly enough, though Rupert also admired the line of his jaw visible beneath the mask, the sparkling eyes, and the head of red hair--Elphberg hair, almost, and Rupert both wanted and resented him for that.

With only a slight hesitation, Rupert allowed him the lead. He wasn't accustomed to surrendering a lead, but with a competent enough dancing partner, he quite enjoyed it. It had been so long since he'd not had the lead in dancing that it made him slightly nervous, and brought a slight flush to his cheeks.

He forced his body to relax into it, following Hans' lead as they moved around the floor. Rupert was an excellent dancer, technically skilled, though he made a few minor errors by occasionally forgetting that he was not leading, which caused the slightest little stumbles or tension as he tried to go one way while Hans was leading the other.

"Clearly, you're used to taking the lead with your dance partners," Hans teased gently, a warm, flirtatious lilt in his voice. "But you're a lovely dancer. Perfect form, balance. It's not every day I am so lucky."

Things with Anna had been so easy...until they no longer were anymore, and that had put Hans off his game a bit. In one night, he'd proposed to her and she'd accepted - merely a few hours mirroring her every whim. But his pride had been damaged since the events with the Ice Queen, and so he figured, flattery first, here. This man was obviously good looking, poised, smart. Hans wouldn't have it so easy, he didn't think, with him.

"I don't often have the luxury of surrendering the lead to my partners," Rupert flirted back. His blue eyes glinted, sinfully inviting. Promising all manner of debauchery, and Rupert kept his promises--rogue and villain he might be, but he was a man of his word. When he wasn't lying. "It's so rare that I encounter anyone who can dance so well as you."

His teeth drew very slightly over his lower lip, wondering if Hans could 'dance' so well in bed. "Are you lodging near here?"

Lodging.

No.

Hans schooled his expression. "I'm only passing through, to be honest," he said, leading Rupert in an expert turn and then pulling him a little bit closer than necessary. His body felt like a work of art under all those clothes, and Hans was itching to peel the layers to get to it. "I had hoped to stay with a friend, but..." He laughed. "I don't know. I don't quite want to let you go to talk to them."

He really hoped this panned out, because seriously, he had no lodging. Barely any money left. This could end badly.

Well, that was unfortunate, since Rupert had likewise been hoping to secure lodging by seducing someone convenient. And it was odd, he thought, that the prince had laid no plans in advance.

But Rupert was willing to let his ambitions slide, for a night, if it meant the chance for debauchery with this handsome prince. "I've a reservation at a hotel," he lied, all irresistible charm, the same charm he planned to use to make good on that lie. "If you'd like to retire there."

Rupert licked his lips, giving Hans a shameless grin.

Hans missed a step. How was he going to be able to spin this? How would it work in his favor? How would he keep his secrets down? If they slept together, Hans could hold that over Rupert, surely, and force his hand in marriage. Or maybe Rupert wanted the same thing? Maybe they could profit from one another?

He felt stupid that his last tryst had left him so anxious. But if you fell off the horse, you had to get right back up and try to ride again.

So, Hans chuckled and leaned in. "I'd be very pleased to retire with you, Rupert."

Rupert hesitated a moment, considering all the options. His fingers lingered over Hans' arm, and he caught his new paramour's hand, leading him out the door. They caught a cab in the street, which took them to a glamorous hotel.

"Come along," Rupert said, lifting his chin. He hooked his arm through Hans, making idle conversation as they walked up to the counter. Then he detached, all confident grace as he spoke to the desk clerk. "Prince Rupert of Modenstein. I believe I have a reservation?"

There, unsurprisingly to Rupert, wasn't one.

The desk clerk looked again. Rupert smiled, awkwardly, and glanced back toward Hans to give him a reassuring smile. Just a bureaucratic error, of course.

Still no reservation. Rupert of Hentzau? Of Ruritania? No?

Rupert was seeming increasingly embarrassed, though still making a visible effort to remain polite. All of it was an act.

His steward had made a mistake, certainly. How could this oversight have happened? Was this the right hotel? Yes, yes. More embarrassed glances toward Hans. Well, where were they supposed to stay? Perhaps the desk clerk could check the incoming telegrams? There should have been one. It must have been misplaced.

No, of course he didn't have any of his luggage. It had been sent ahead! Wasn't it here? Well, where was it?

After some more of this business, the embarrassed desk clerk, who wanted only to pacify the clearly important and noble guests in front of him. Perhaps he could offer them one of the finer suites that was available. This would no doubt all be sorted out in the morning.

Rupert accepted graciously, showing flustered relief and gratitude. Was he sure? It wasn't any trouble? Well, if the hotel insists...

[Victor is wearing this mask.]

[[Also available: Alain, Roland, and Susan. I don't want to clog up the meme with top-levels for all four, so if you want any of the other three, hmu]]

[[Bert is wearing a crow mask, because he's a loser]]

[[Parties are very much where Sansa feels at home, so this is nice. She'll be wearing this mask and a silver-grey gown]]

((Just because she's a biiiig dork, Dolly here is wearing a Black Rhinestone Cat Mask, and a red dress...though she caterwauled---no pun intended---when she was told to put it on))

Edited 2016-06-03 03:53 (UTC)

[Without his famous red body suit, for once, he's walking around in a nice red suit with gold trimmings. His face is hidden by a golden feline mask, and he always seems to have a glass in his hand. He may not be drinking from it, but he's holding it as if he is.]

[Adrien's probably attending on behalf of the modeling company, wearing suit and mask designed by his father.

Chat Noir's costume fits the requirements. He could be there on superhero business? M/F for shipping.]

((will write up a different costume for each thread))

[She's wearing a silver-grey gown, and a matching mask that has silver-n-purple feathers sweeping one side of it. She might partake in some dancing when asked, but she otherwise looks like she's looking for something. Or rather, someone...]

(Just.. Just... I had the icon and it was too good to pass up. He's wearing a mask with the same pattern as the dress... WANDER THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PARTY)

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Masked, I advance.

Empress Celene : Dragon Age : OTA

Prince Hans | Frozen | OTA

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jfc this is gorgeous, and so is Rupert!

These two idiots are totally both going to try and scam each other and it's going to be hilarious

it's nothing short of a taste of their own medicine xD

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sorry this took so long x.x

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Victor Talbot | Baccano! | OTA

Cuthbert Allgood | Dark Tower | OTA

Sansa Stark | ASoIaF | OTA (no shipping)

Dolly "Dixie" Jones// Axis Powers Hetalia OC// F/M

AkaRed - Boukenger Vs Super Sentai/Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger - OTA

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir | Miraculous Ladybug

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - OTA

Kiriko Shijima - Kamen Rider Drive - OTA

Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - OTA

Wander | Wander Over Yonder | No Smut