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WHO: YOU.
WHEN: Valentine’s Day, sundown – 4 a.m.
WHERE:

caughtthebullet estate, the Palace.

And what is a City overrun by Venice flair without its masque?

Come sundown, the overly-lit Palace, suffering under a sea of orchids and a white-and-gold palette, will be welcoming the ladies and gentlemen of our fair City as its guests to this year’s Valentine’s Day ball. Have no fear, the Palace staff has been given notice to help newcomers dock their gondolas!

Should they lack their own, ladies will be served a dance card, white cape and masque upon arrival. Gentlemen without can also be helped find a suitablemask.

Guests will not be introduced by name, but by their choice of pseudonym; instead, they can play the guessing game until masks are formally removed at midnight, giving their time, and maybe their hearts to some hopeful stranger.

jesusing_clown and a cohort of waiters will produce the evening’s treats;

taravata will be attending on any task that calls for strong arms and keen balance;

risetwice’s patisserie will be providing breads, cakes, and the evening’s tort; and

eagleofautozam has promised sweets and candied souvenirs.

The ball’s sponsor and delightful host,

caughtthebullet passes his compliments, and the

sparkling_by puts himself at your service.

Ladies and Gentlemen:

Please, be welcome.

[ooc: up very early, but you know what to do! Thread, threadjack, take advantage of the masks for cute shenanigans, and most of all, have fun! ]

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She stood and stepped up onto the porch of the warehouse. Removing his jacket, she handed it back to him. "Thank you for letting me use that and for helping me steal the mask and for teaching me how to dance and well -- okay, everything."

Putting his jacket over his arm, he smiled a little at being thanked. "You're welcome. Thank you for giving me a reason to get out of the apartment for awhile. I probably needed it."

"Oh you needed it. Trust me." She teased him, shifting a bit awkwardly in those heels. With her fingers in the back of them, she slips them off to reduce her height by four inches to her normal 5'7 and her feet immediately thanked her. "Maybe you should send me a -- device type of thing to let me know you get home safe too."

"I think I can manage that." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his device to show that he had it. He even turned it on now. "I'll let you know when I'm there."

That made her smile because not only would she know he was safe, but secretly it made her feel like the night wasn't quite over yet. There was still a goodnight to come. "Good. I'll wait to hear from you before going to sleep, okay?"

He gave her another laugh...she really was good at getting those out of him...before turning to get back in the gondola. "You just go and get ready for bed. I'll make sure to contact you when I get there."

She watched him get back into the gondola and quickly tossed him one of her silver rhinestone clips that had been holding her hair up this evening. "So you don't forget. Cause you never know. Things happen. And when you get home and are all distract-y then -- clip." She waved at him and started backing up toward the door to the warehouse.

Easily catching the clip, he looked at it a moment then shook his head. A little smile returned to his lips and he told the driver where to go. "Have a good night, Dawn," he said to her as it pushed off.

With her back to the door, she watched him get farther away for awhile. Then she called out. "Oh, already have!" Before whispering to herself. "Way to go Dawn. Smooth." Then she turned and went inside, padding barefoot to her room.