07-11-2024, 07:52 PM
Dressing up for this strange party was the most fun Roza had outside of preforming in a while. Their adventures had been fairly mundane when they weren't bothering Cruz for Zeke. The Carnival was not as busy in the cold of the fall and winter months, this was the time of baby making for the families. Roza had spent many evenings curled up with Esper, but her mother was ever watchful, and while they could never be truly accepted, playing was hardly frowned upon -- unless it took a turn for the romantic and permanenat side. And Esper was very permanent in Roza's eyes even if her mother didnt see it. But a happy wagon was a happy Romani. So Roza behaved, but that didn't mean that they didn't dance like they meant it whenever they got the chance.
And this was no exception to the rule. They had both donned protestics instead of masks. Who wanted to be covered in ... Roza didn't even want to think about being cooped up in a mask all night. She danced with sinuen smoothness like the guise she projected this evening. While Esper looked more like a fox, Roza chose a more slithering creepy guise. The prostetics on her face hid her normal beautity in lieu of the snake like features and large eyes she now displayed. Each scale was lovingly crafted on to her body and she loved the tight slinky dress she wore in emerald green. The sequins acting as additional scales. And Roza was a sucker for sparkly.
Their dancing was interrupted and Esper took offense. Roza followed with the touch of the hand as Esper followed the man through the crowd. She was grateful she was not on the other end of her friends ire. But it would prove to fun none-the-less. Roza caught a glance of the name tag of their current mark and she smiled. Not that anyone here was using a real name. One guy across the table's name tag was nothing but a series of letters and numbers and Roza wondered what it meant -- or was it so asinine that it meant nothing. She doubted it -- these tech freaks got off on their names. She wondered exactly who Voxel Adams was and how he'd gotten as much of that strange currency they were playing with.
The Carnival dealt with all sorts of things, but money was money and they did nothing illegal -- at least nothing illegal out in the open. Who's to say what they did behind closed doors after all.
Roza leaned down and whispered into his other ear. "amikor édes semmiségeket suttog, árnyékokban szövi a sorsodat.*"
[[* -- "when he whispers sweet nothings, he weaves your fate in shadows." in hungarian ]]
And this was no exception to the rule. They had both donned protestics instead of masks. Who wanted to be covered in ... Roza didn't even want to think about being cooped up in a mask all night. She danced with sinuen smoothness like the guise she projected this evening. While Esper looked more like a fox, Roza chose a more slithering creepy guise. The prostetics on her face hid her normal beautity in lieu of the snake like features and large eyes she now displayed. Each scale was lovingly crafted on to her body and she loved the tight slinky dress she wore in emerald green. The sequins acting as additional scales. And Roza was a sucker for sparkly.
Their dancing was interrupted and Esper took offense. Roza followed with the touch of the hand as Esper followed the man through the crowd. She was grateful she was not on the other end of her friends ire. But it would prove to fun none-the-less. Roza caught a glance of the name tag of their current mark and she smiled. Not that anyone here was using a real name. One guy across the table's name tag was nothing but a series of letters and numbers and Roza wondered what it meant -- or was it so asinine that it meant nothing. She doubted it -- these tech freaks got off on their names. She wondered exactly who Voxel Adams was and how he'd gotten as much of that strange currency they were playing with.
The Carnival dealt with all sorts of things, but money was money and they did nothing illegal -- at least nothing illegal out in the open. Who's to say what they did behind closed doors after all.
Roza leaned down and whispered into his other ear. "amikor édes semmiségeket suttog, árnyékokban szövi a sorsodat.*"
[[* -- "when he whispers sweet nothings, he weaves your fate in shadows." in hungarian ]]