FOR: @kingofentropyā DATE/TIME: 09/27 AM 1:35 LOCATION: the Saturnalia, the Vitrine
To say that heād been less than impressed when he found out that tonightās event required him to wear a mask would be an understatement. Heās had enough experiences with masquerade themes at the Dollhouse by now to have developed a healthy dislike of them for being inconvenient at best. Still, those are the rules for the Saturnalia, and heās only a Doll meant to do as heās told when the price is right.
At least he was able to convinceāpesterāVin to let him get away with a simpler design, something that would fulfill the requirements set, but still leave him enough room to breathe and see without unnecessary decorations getting in the way. So what if itās not as opulent as the rest of the Dolls heās arrived with, at least he wonāt have to worry about sequins coming loose this time.
First chance he gets, he wanders away from the cluster of pretty things heās meant to be grouped with. Curiosity guides him in the, perhaps unwise, decision to stray from the safety of the flock, and self-assurance turns a blind eye to the looks that his exposed skin and loose curls draw from guests. Heās heard tales about this place from others whoāve gone before him, and while the mask-rule is an annoyance, heās quick to forgive and forget when he sees the size of the manor itself.
So much to exploreāso many ways to get lost and swallowed by those who call these strange halls homeāso little time. Slipping past a pale hand reaching out towards him, he darts down the corridors in search of...well, heās not sure, but heāll know when he finds it.
āHey, Amos right?ā the hulking figure that dominates this newest room heās stumbled into can only be one person, and with all the assurance of a boy too used to defying containment, he approaches. āThis is a nice place youāve got here. Kind of creepy though, but I guess thatās kind of the norm for Under. And whatās the deal with the masks?ā
