Looking at myself in the mirror I give myself a once over to make sure I look my best for the Masquerade. 

My golden, shoulder length, dress hugs my body and rails almost to the floor where my feet are adorned with simple black flats, in addition to the dress I am also wearing a silvery ribbon around my waist, tied to a bow at the back and a pair of long black, laced gloves going up past my elbows. My face is adorned with a Venetian mask* that fits snugly around my face and reaches up over the top of my head slightly on the left side in two crescent moon shapes, the one closer to the inside is smaller. The mask has been further decorated with an overlapping teardrop pattern both on the face of the mask and around the edge. It has two small red heart shapes, one on the left side of the nose on the mask, and the second on the two curling moons. The mask itself is a combination of cream, black, and grey with the eyes being surrounded by accentuated eyelashes. My hair is now mid-back length and raven black, my skin slightly sunkissed, my lips painted blood red, and my eyes are dark brown for this occasion.

Smiling, I spin a bit, my dress swirling around my ankles before sighing slightly and walking out of the room, after all, I do have a party to get to. I glide into the ballroom and tilt my head, looking at the occupants through the eyes of my mask, this will certainly be an interesting night. A gold and blue masked CBer sits down and starts talking to, is that our host? Who is kneeling on the floor, holding her ankle. I take a deep breath, let it out, and walk over to them in time to hear the hostess say "You don't happen to know anyone with healing powers, do you?"

I speak up as I kneel beside her "My AE took a bit of an interest in medicine, may I have a look?"

*Venetian masks are a centuries-old tradition of Venice, Italy. The masks are typically worn during the Carnival (Carnival of Venice), but have been used on many other occasions in the past, usually as a device for hiding the wearer's identity and social status. 

i wore a typical mardi gras mask, with spiky purple and green designs all over it. my hair was ear length, brown, and straight, my face was pale with light blush and a soft pink lipstick,and I was about five feet tall. My dress was simplistic yet elegant: an emerald dress that went down to my knees, and had a rose-like embroidery on the shoulders and chest. I wore high heels ghat were crimson, and my first activity at the masquerade was to get a kiddie cocktail.

A Masked CBette, why yes my name does. Hmm. *Falls out of character* I'm in troublllllle

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@A Fabulous Dreamer, have you ever participated in the Poetry Contest?

I flinch away from the enraged mardi gras masked CBette, and trudge off to the corner, nursing the side of my face which she slapped. "That went well. Isn't the point of this to have fun guessing people?" I mutter under my breath as walk alongside the walls of the room, like a wallflower. I eventually find a chair in an unpopulated area of the ballroom, and melt into it, reaching under my mast to run a hand again, over the place where I was slapped. Stupid flexible mask, stupid impulsive actions.

A feminine veil drapes itself over the upper half of my face, leaving my carefully mysterious smile free for interpretation. To keep my genderless appearence balenced, I have put on a rather out of the ordinary tuxedo. White, with edges that appear to be layered like petals, it's made of cashmere. The 'petals' are laced with a titanium-gold alloy, so thin it practically lacks weight. This, my tuxedo, is both masculine and feminine, which I like very much. As an added touch, I have a white bowtie for added coolness, again with the alloy-edged petals. I approach the ballroom doors, swiftly running my hand through my hair. With a bang, the doors part. Whoops. Note to self. My control over my powers has loosened. I take a gander at the situation. Shadowed has to be Leeli or Leafpool, and I'm pretty sure Sequined Star is Soren Infinity, or maybe that's A Masked CBette. Wait, no, the Masked CBette has to be Icy. I'm thinking Ocelot Mask is Tyberious Firestone, and that the Porcelain Actor might be Viola?, but she might be Maskified Menace. I'm not sure.

"Does anybody have healing powers?" Somebody calls. I raise my hand up over my head.

"Right here and at your service." I bow low, then curtsy. I get a few weird looks, but it's not the first time, and most definitely not the last. "What seems to be the problem?" A girl with an owl mask points at her ankle.

"I tripped, I fell, I hurt my ankle."

"Ah." I wrap my hands gently around the girl's injury. She winces, but I focus on healing her. My hands begin to glow a soft white, conveniently the shade of my tux. Slowly, the swelling goes down and the skin returns to a normal shade. The owl-masked girl stands carefully and tests out her walking ability. When there is no pain, she smiles at me.

"It's good now, thanks." I bow and curtsy again, taking care that my veil doesn't part too far from my face.

"Am I early, or late?"

I pause, slightly dazzled by her smile. And the giggle. Is she flirting with me? Uh. No. Nope.

That seems familiar.

But I can't place the name.

Oh well, for the best, I suppose, considering this Masquerade has only just started. I love play-acting, which is why I love Masquerades. I resume my confident air.

"I'm not quite sure, actually." I spare a glance around the room, it's gradually being filled, like a sink with a dribbly faucet, one CBer at a time. "I was sure I was early, but now...," I pause before continuing. (Redundant statment)

"I suppose we're right on time." I smile faintly. It seems my mouth isn't quite up to snuff compared to hers. The thought makes mine a bit more defined for a moment, but her eyes rove past me. I turn back for a moment, to see the colourful (And not so colourful) costumes and gowns and tuxedoes of CBers blending and clashing together in a kaleidoscope of, well, CBishness. I see the Ocelote-masked CBer of unidentifiable gender sitting slightly huffily in a chair in a corner.

Oooh. Loooks like someone got reprimanded. Hm. Uh. I don't like people sitting in a corner. I don't enjoy sitting in a corner, myself, in fact, which may be why I need to go walk over there. Maybe I can, uh, fix this situation. But life isn't a book and in real life you need to know someone to know the right approach. Um.

I don't think I know Ocelote-face.

Dang.

How do I do this? I don't really want to be awkward. Being awkward is a extrovert's nightmare. Um. Better bring long good ol' star mask lady. And just turn on some good old happy-go-lucky...? Yes. People like extroverts. Though it might be hard to work into a Masquerade persona. Uhm. I motion towards Ocelote-face, going back slightly into my normal voice, "Uh, do you want to..?" I hope she understands.

I also really hope I didn't hurt her eye.... 

Seeing that the situation was taken care of I stand and spy an ocelot slinking into the corner to sulk. With a grin, I follow them across the room to their seat, where I take a seat next to them and smile. "Are you feeling alright," I pause for a moment to collect my guess "Soren?" I smile and gently fold my gloved hands in my lap, waiting for my answer.

well, that went well, she originally thought. then she realized she might have accidentally slapped a good CBer, or at worst, her CBF. No, they were too dignified to do THAT. who would go over to someone who was HELPING A HURT GIRL, and ask them who they were? Way too early, in her opinion. 

she double checked her disguise and took off.  she was trying to walk to the drink area again when she bumped into someone, and ended up spilling her drink all over herself.

"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" she asked the masked CBer.

I'm enjoying myself immensely. I go to get a drink at the refreshments table to pass the time. Another CBer is walking over there, too, the one who slapped Ocelot Mask. The Maskified Menace. An odd name, but I don't really care. I get my drink, which is just some soda water. I'd never forgive myself if I stained a tuxedo this fabulous. As I turn to watch the other CBers, I accidentally bump into the Menace, who was a lot closer than I thought she would be at the pace she was walking at. Her cup jolts and its contents slosh, spilling over onto her dress.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" She cries, looking back and forth between me and her dress. I wave my hand, and the liquid on Menace's dress vanishes. She squints, probably wondering which of the CBers she knows has powers like I do. Good thing I'm using the powers I don't usually use.

"I'm fine, what about you? Are you hurt?" She shakes her head. I nod happily. "On with life, then." I turn to walk away and take a sip of my water.

"Wait," Menace grabs my arm. "Don't you want to talk?"

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