A young man enters, sleeves rolled up to the elbows in a hazel sweater vest, a black overcoatdraped over his shoulders. His face adorns a grey gas mask, clearly this one isn't fooling around when it comes to secrecy. Seeing that there were so few people, and realizing his error in arriving late, he slides over to the side, preparing tfor a night of conversation.

I'm glad we already have a guest! Please note that interactions between AEs are intended to be in chat format as opposed to roleplay format.  

Interesting concept.

*sips cranberry cocktail* 

I'm assuming captchas are not allowed.

It's fine, anyway, I need a break from those guys every once in a while, charming as they are.

This one says eycz. 

Oooooh a mystery game!

I love it!! 

I hope I don't get caught!!!! 

wait how does someone's face adorn a mask

I think it means the mask adorns the face.

Admin

A pair of AEs walked in, one flitting in and out of the other's shadow.  One was clearly feminine and wore a curve-hugging white dress, her mask a large white shape covered in ornate gold runes. She wore some sort of white cloth drape to cover her hair in the back, its ends decorated with gold runes as well.

The other wore a long black cloak covering their entire form. Their mask wrapped around their entire head, also nondescript and black. 

The first, the girl,  approached an AE.  

Another AE enters the room. Unlike the others, they do not glide in silently—this one prefers to barge in the doors and stomp confidently across the floor, with their hands in their pockets. Like the rest, they are disguised. A tight bodysuit envelops their body, all black save for an ostentatious neon green stripe down one (only one, not both—the nerve) leg. A black beanie covers their head and hair. The top half of their face is covered with a silvery-metallic half-mask. The bottom half of their face is black as well, but nothing covers it. The skin itself appears to be painted or perhaps dyed—it’s hard to be certain. The disguise does not hide the smirk spreading across the AEs face as they tromp into the room. 

A duo of Æs enter the room, the first appears rather masculine and struts confidently into the room, their chest puffed out in front of them. They are wearing a fedora, along with a black tailcoat, their obscured with a ornate golden mask. The rest of their face is shrouded in shadow. 

The second appears rather feminine. They are dressed in a long form hugging dress in black, and a silver mask, not nearly as ornate as their ocomplice, adorns their face. A long silvery veil fans out behind them, hiding their hair.  

The first saunters into very center of the room, while the second slinks of to a corner, hiding among the shadows.  

One AE pushed the door open ve-e-e-ry sl-o-o-o-ly, accidentally making it creak. They opened it the rest of the way rather quickly and prayed nobody noticed the noise.

Her body was scrunched together, her shoulders tucked up in her neck, head pulled down to her chest. Her fingers were interlocked, woven together so tightly it might've taken a crowbar to pry them apart.

Her long, unnaturally colored hair fell in front of a floral-patterned mask. The AE wondered if her disguise was too obvious. Come to think of it, she wondered many things.

Neither of her siblings had wanted to come, and her CBer had been very enthusiastic about it, so she hid her hesitation and volunteered to go. Besides, she might make a friend. She took a deep breath, unscrunched her head and shoulders (but kept her fingers locked), and inched near the small crowd of other AEs.

Another pair of AEs enter.

The first has a more masculine build and is draped in the folds of a night-black cloak. A dark hood conceals his face, and no matter how hard one peers into the shadowy folds of said hood, they can’t seem to make out his features among the darkness. The cloak billows and dances around him as he pads into the ballroom on silent, swift feet. He walks with neither confidence or apprehension, but a calmness that rests between the two. 

The second follows behind him, flitting in and out of his shadow. This one has a distinct, curvy feminine figure and is dressed in a fitted light grey tunic and leggings. She too wears a cloak, but hers is made of a velvety material; cloudy white that blends with shades of mottled silvery as she walks. Her cloak doesn’t cover her entire figure like her companion’s does, but has a higher hem in the front, stopping a few inches below her shoulders, like a shawl—but the back hem is longer and drags on the floor behind her like a bridal train. Her cloak is also hooded, and despite its lighter color it’s shade is impenetrable to mortal eyes as well. She walks more unsteadily than her companion—there is tension and apprehension in her steps, but there is also a strong, catlike gracefulness. 

Beneath their cowls the companions smile.