#ravkahq:event02

[ravkahq]

you need not worry yourself with the acts of kings and gods,

normally peasants and mortal fret about it, but tonight we are one.   place upon your mask and become someone else.   grisha lose your colours and mortals let your hair down.   the masquerade will shield you,  darling.   with a mask,  no one needs to know who you are.   you are no longer your orders or your status,  live the fantasy of being someone else tonight.   or something else.   enjoy the glamour and bask for a few moments in the limelight.   — for this night,  you’ll dine in the presence of royalty.   graced by the king,  the queen and his children,  remember to keep your head down near them and remember:  tonight you are no one but they will always be someone.   prepare your masks and outfits,  for the masquerade shall being.

                                                                                    —     with love,   from ravka.

a lavish ball right after a brutal attack?   definitely a wise idea.   but no one ever said the king was known for his wisdom.   but for one night,  almost everyone is equal.   everyone is invited.   with the king and his son in attendance,  their personal guard shall take over,  giving the usual guard the night off and a chance to join the festivities.   this is a night to lose yourself,  to stop being who you are.   put on your nicest clothing and wear a mask,  who you are only matters outside this room.   what happens tonight doesn’t exist outside of the ballroom.

this event will last approximately 12 hours in terms of the canon timespan but will take place over one week days on your dashboard:      other threads can continue as normal but will take place  before  this event.  

#ravkahq:event #ravkahq:event02 #mumu rp #period rp #open rp #active rp

[vasiliair]

“  — hey.   ivan.   how many eclairs do you think i can fit in my mouth? ”   neither of the men were meant for events such as this.   kostya was cut from the same cloth,  someone raised without luxury and used to the feeling of dirt under their nails and what it meant to survive.   not silk suits and parties,  not the formalities that came with such events.   “ seriously,  the food here is...   baffling.   poached pears?   who poaches a pear?   just eat the damn thing and get it over with. ”

@dvndelicns​   +   event starter.

#food tw #dvndelicns #dvndelicns:hannes #ravkahq:event02 #( . . . ) 𝕶. writing.

[infuriiate]

#ravkahq:event02 #astrid: outfits

[somewhatambivalent]

#ravkahq:event02 #adrian: outfits #sans cape #money saver #blending in

[vasiliair]

EAT THE RICH.     the clothing?  stolen.   the rings?  stolen.  the mask?  took him like twenty minutes to make.  the goal?  eat all the cheese at the party.

#ravkahq:event02 #ravkahq:event #im done now im done ur free of me

[vasiliair]

A DARK SUN.     the one known as a sunshine who layers herself in black and intricate flowers,  velvet embossed boots & a bronzed mask.   her usual black leather gloves swapped for thick mesh ones with pearls twisted in a bow around the wrist and her fingers layered in heavy rings.

#ravkahq:event02 #ravkahq:event #snack girl

[vasiliair]

A PATCHWORK FOR THE FABRIKATOR.     pieced together from materials from the workshop,  a gown of handpainted silk,  and a porcelain corset and gloves.   the mask dons itself to the peculiarities of the fabrikator herself,  slowly shifting in shape and patterns during the night. 

#ravkahq:event02 #ravkahq:event