#icariamasquerade

After arguing for entirely too long with Lark about her decision to livestream every waking moment, Steffi made her way over to the bar. She was relieved to at least no longer be on camera, though that relief faded to annoyance when she caught sight of just how big the crowd around the bar was. Not particularly in the mood to wait, she looked around instead until she caught sight of someone walking away from the bar, fresh drink in hand. “I’ll give you € 15 if you give me your drink,” she offered, planting herself firmly in front of the individual.

“I have literally no idea who you are because, well...” Lark gestured around her face, indicating the other person’s mask that was more concealing than most. “But I barely have a filter on a good day, so sorry if we do actually know each other. Your outfit and aesthetic are awesome, and I don’t know if anyone’s told you that yet tonight.” Lark was trying not to have too many innermost thoughts anymore, so being candid was just going to have to work. It was a good dress and an ensemble unlike anything else here, and that deserved noting. In her wild gesturing around, she nearly knocked into the camera on her opposing shoulder.

Gwen had absentmindedly taken her lipstick out as she was sitting on a chair, and was reapplying it gently. This wasn’t her scene at all - the only reason that she had even bothered to come, was because Gianna had begged her to, so that she wouldn’t be sitting inside on her own. Feeling movement next to her, the blonde clipped the lid back on, and slipped it into her clutch. “Is it me, or is this party rather boring?”

Florence’s mouth fell to the floor as her gaze fell upon the most gorgeous dress that she had ever seen in her life. She hardly realised that someone was wearing it, until she realised that she was gawking and that it would be very obvious that she was staring. “You have to tell me where you got this made, because it is fabulous!”

Allie loved the opportunity to get dressed up in a gorgeous gown - she had quite a few from her competitions and shows that she had done when she had a voice; but the majority now lay in her wardrobe, unworn and discarded. She looked around the room upon arriving, her eyes scanning to find someone that she knew, and she lowered the mask when her eyes met those of her sister in law. A bright smile took over her face and she made her way over to her, gesturing excitedly to the dress that the other was wearing, and then blowing a chefs kiss. She looked beautiful.

“I didn’t even think a jacket like that would find its way here,” Nikhil commented, gesturing toward the other’s elaborate and glittery ensemble. He was... a little drunk at this point, and had forgotten about his insurance-based mission. “And you wear it well! And this may be a ridiculous, absolutely foolish question, but do you think that it would mess up those automatic sensors that turn on and off the lights? See, there was this automatic sink at my old workplace, and I swear it thought that I was invisible. But only to me. I was invisible to this sink. Have you ever been invisible to a sink?”

It took Lyra a few moments to realise what she was witnessing that night, and what she had been witnessing for the last couple of weeks. Remi wasn’t the sort of person to lose control - that one had always been her forte. Remi was the calm one, the collected, and the responsible one, she wasn’t the sort of person that... well, had her in a situation like she was now. Taking in a deep breath, and with her wine glass still in her hand, the blonde confidently made her way over to her ex-girlfriend, grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her away from the woman that she had been flirting with. 

“What are you doing, Remi?” She stopped when they were far enough away, her eyes sincere as she tried to catch the gaze of the other. “You literally only met that person tonight. That’s not you.”