#orderofthehiddeneye

A successful quest, dear Sir Whiskers! Tonight you feast!

Though getting the blood out of this dress will be an undertaking. And not the fun kind.

Perhaps collecting all of these masks makes up for it. They are quite interesting, wouldn't you say, Sir?

well you see, since leon had already assassinated the head of the household, etienne fortinville, before the story began, and since etienne's only child had been lost as a toddler, his nephew then took over as the head of the family.

there behind the athena bust on the mantelpiece they commemorated etienne and his long deceased consort frances in those portraits.

and this guy took over after him.

i URGE everyone to immediately go start playing surelu's AMAZING simblreen game,

The Midnight Masquerade!

this was by far the best simblreen game i've ever played and pretty sure i'll ever play. it was incredibly well designed, beautifully crafted, thoughtfully written, rich in content, witty, and just extremely enjoyable. i loved the gifts!!! i'm not a medieval simmer but masks are such versatile and high quality items that they can be easily integrated in any kind of gameplay. the gallery space was amazing, and also i loved how much of her process surely included here and there. the final notes kinda made me emotional haha

[The Midnight Masquerade] Predators (and Prey)

Details of our assassins (and Virgil xD) for @surely-sims masquerade. Had to do full images because damn they came out cute. Not gonna lie, they might take up residence in the Mechanist...

[The Midnight Masquerade] Dancing with Death

"How sweet. He thinks he can save her."

Virgil Velazquez was no stranger to many things--but he had never seen something like her. He heard in whispers that her name was Marie de Vigil, so called because her wide, haunted eyes seemed to take in everything. She was just an automaton, a collection of parts and wires procured to entertain. A jewel box bauble, built to scale. And yet, as he watched her move through her steps, fluid as any Prima ballerina, he felt there was something more beneath that delicate, doll-like face. Could something like her think? Could it feel? And if it couldn't, why did her eyes seem so sad?

He could never have known that what lived behind those eyes was not Marie at all, but Gilles-René Laithier. Her inventor turned patron was known to walk with the doll in his shadow, a pretty (if eccentric) attendant to his whims--for she had none of her own. By his will, she walked, she danced...she even smiled.

And by his will, the ceramic performer's dance turned deadly. An automaton could not think, and so it felt no greed, or hate. But a man feels that just fine, and a privileged one? All the more.

As those articulated fingers curled into his, Virgil wondered if Marie could be alive. Little did he realize that soon, he would not be.

*walks in late with Starbucks* ...In our defense, Gilles-René definitely yelled at the barista for 10 minutes for not using low fat milk in his pumpkin spice latte. Also, Simblreen happened. But, we really loved @surely-sims' event prompt, so we wanted to add! Even late.

Presenting, our assassin Marie, the person who actually controls her, and what is almost definitely a previous victim. (Poor Virgil. :c) The Midnight Masquerade is not her first ball, and her master has no qualms about doing what must be done, with the right motivation. As to whose side they're on? Hard to say. Depends who's paying more. Dez thought it'd be fun to play with a femme automaton, since the other type got so much attention in the Mechanist event. We're pretty proud of how these three came out. Glamour shots here.

(Also the last image is huge, please open in a new tab. It came out so good. I'm incredibly smug about it.)

I'd say "we'll see you at the ball", but let's hope you don't. Didn't go well for the last guy, and if they're not here to help, you'll wanna steer clear...

Sporcolina di Malborgo for @surely-sims' Midnight Masquerade

It was said that Contessa Sporcolina di Malborgo first tasted the dolce fremito del sangue - the sweet thrill of the kill - on the day she discovered her husband, Conte Guoppetto GilsCarbo, entangled in an illegittima tresca with his own manservant.

Naturally, what followed was deemed a terribile, terribilissima disgrazia - a most dreadful accident. And so, the grieving "young" widow, draped in silks black as midnight and tears brighter than pearls, rose swiftly to the very heights of high society.

Yet that moment, that exquisite, burning instant when she silenced both her husband and his paramour, left in her heart a taste she would never forget. From that day forth, she vowed to live as a lady in daylight, but as Giustizia Nascosta, the hidden hand of vengeance, by night; the silent protector of women betrayed.

"Ah. A invitation to the masquerade. Intriguing."

The scent of orange blossom and french vanilla tea fills the large foyer as a dark olive skinned and haired woman sits upon a pouf still getting ready for the evening ahead.

"I'll have short moment of time with what I need by tonight after all --- or as they say fashionably late."

The mysterious woman now donned a simple but luxurious purple satin and taffeta corseted gown and silver accents to match her mask.

"...Ah excellent the carriage is ready."