as they make their way over to the dancefloor, he scans the room for any familiar faces, though quickly finds that it's more difficult than he realizes.[break][break]

the tall girafarig with illeana reyes looks familiar but he can't quite place why. maybe he could if they were closer but it looks as though they're drifting elsewhere, away from the crowd, which is also curious in itself.[break][break]

interesting.[break][break]

now on the dancefloor, his attention shifts back to his date, and it's with ease that they start dancing.[break][break]

"was the last time we danced at the star soiree?"[break][break]

notes:[break]
- dancing with Eva Morales

[attr="class","ooc"]MATIAS SILPH[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-groudon"]

“oh, don’t worry, darling. if anyone should be fashionably late, it’s us.”[break][break]
they arrived, stepping out of the limousine to be met with cameras. velda and her ditto were dressed to the nines and tens and whatever other integers. as they passed, louis held a hand up to greet everyone casually.[break][break]
they made their way inside, and velda’s eyes passed around the room, dreamily catching glimpses of familiar creations. she admired the way they swayed in a waltz across the floor, and how the masks added drama. a story to the dance.[break][break]
”i love a good masquerade,” she smiled, offering her hand to her stylishly disguised date. ”shall we, louis?”[break][break]
and he led her to the dancefloor. hand in hand, they were in motion.

[attr="class","ooc"]

tldr:[break]

• fits
• dancin with louis
• open for interaction

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

soon enough, the music starts, dispersing groups as the majority make their way over to the dance floor. and at PENELOPE LIVY's invitation, his nod is almost expected. why would he ever say no to dancing with her?[break][break]

"let's."[break][break]

and onto the dance floor they go, joining many others to become masks lost to music and the moment.[break][break]

notes:[break]
- suit to match his gf[break]
- going to dance with gf PENELOPE LIVY

[attr="class","ooc"]CIAN MAHER[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-kecleon"]

"it's hard not to worry when my fellow captain has been lying about his past."[break][break]

still, he has yet to see willow atkins, though his attention is a bit divided at the moment.[break][break]

"makes it hard to trust you, you know?"[break][break]

notes:[break]
- chatting with boruta maher[break]

[attr="class","ooc"]LANCE VOLLANS[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-shedinja"]

“Oh~ Now that does sound fun.” Barnaby replied, a devilish smirk on his lips. Mars posed a unique opportunity to catch people unawares, when they relied too heavily on fragile anonymity. It was just the kind of juicy sport that Barnaby reveled in.

To Martín del Mar’s other comment, however, Barnaby simply sipped his champagne and whispered teasingly, “... mmm, don’t keep me waiting in suspense too long.”

With that said, his thoughts and eyes were refocused on finding their first target of scrutiny. It didn’t take long for them to catch on a particularly extravagantly-dressed partygoer. Was that Melody Miro in such a stunning dress? It was hard to say given her mask, but that was Barnaby’s initial guess. Well, until the woman began to boldly strut toward him and Mars, demonstrating a familiarity that was more than what the musical sensation would have shown.

“Summer, you look immaculate in that dress. Your tits? Perfection.” Barnaby complimented in a low tone, just loud enough for their little group to hear, once he realized who had approached them. Didn’t want to give her identity away, after all, in case it was something she was trying to keep to herself.

To her probing questions Barnaby flashed a glinting smile, heightened by the contrast of his mask. “I suppose the Meowth’s out of the bag.” In a warmer, fonder tone, his eyes passed from Summer to Martín del Mar. “Would you like to tell her or shall I?”

• suit check + mask
• gossiping with with
Martín del Mar & Summer Atreides
• prompt 9 (master of disguise);
guesses Summer Atreides is Melody Miro
• open to interaction!

☉

”tell you what, vollans. you find someone who can do my job better, and i’ll step aside.”

which meant never. bo knew his city like the back of his hand. he knew its people and pokemon, grown and baby (some of them at least) and would show up at any hour for it. he was especially dedicated to this second-chance purpose because, above all, he had something monumental to prove to himself.

all this didn’t dispel any self-doubt, but in the face of skepticism, it gave him ground to dig his heels into.

”til then, guess you’ll just have to trust i’ll have your back like i said i would.”

tldr:
- here, masked and dateless
- talkin to  LANCE VOLLANS

☉

"it's a shame your word means shit now, maher."[break][break]

a sip of his drink furthers his descent. enables his aggression otherwise kept for his job.[break][break]

"does wil know?"[break][break]

he scoffs.[break][break]

"or have you been lying to her, too?"[break][break]

notes:[break]
- chatting with boruta maher[break]

[attr="class","ooc"]LANCE VOLLANS[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-shedinja"]

THIS POST FOLLOWS THE EVENTS OF BRIDGERTON IRL

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Spending time with CIAN MAHER was always a blessing Penelope would cherish forever. Whether it be at a masquerade as grandiose as this, or hidden away at their Ever Grade Apartment, they always managed to make something out of their environment. It's what drew her to his side, time and time again.
[break][break]


"Thank you for that," she murmured into his ear, smiling just as she did the first date they spent together, chasing after the stars within Lilycove City's farmer market. "And for this."
[break][break]


Hand cupping the outline of his cheek, Penelope brought him in for a short peck on the lips. A temporary farewell.
[break][break]


"I'm going to go check in on someone. Maybe go and see if you can find your brothers, hmm? I'm sure they're here...somewhere."
[break][break]


Maybe not his twin caden maher , but boruta maher had to be lurking around here somewhere, right? Most of Hoenn was here already. Or, well, they were supposed to be here already.
[break][break]


"I love you. See you in a bit."
[break][break]


With that, the councilwoman left, moving back toward the bar, where she had spotted a certain blonde (Gunner Graves ) just moments earlier. When her eyes had found him once more, she smiled and planted herself beside him. Arms balancing off the edge of the bartop, she called for the bartender with the flick of her chin, quickly ordering herself another drink ( a pisco sour, to be exact).
[break][break]


"Having fun yet?"


[break][break]

[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves[break]
- left CIAN MAHER   [break]
- went to the bar [break]
- chit chatting w Gunner Graves[break]