There is, she thinks quietly to herself, a distinct lack of liveliness to the event. All its glittery elegance is reflected in polite smiles and sheathed claws. Skyler watches groups as they break and reform, glances and low murmurs playing to the symphony of forged civility.
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Tequila burns down her throat, a kick to the senses that ever so slightly nudges her restlessness into impulsive territory. Begging to release the low-simmering tension bristling under the surface.
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The music is too soft, too gentle. She wants something that she'll feel in her bones.
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Gunner Graves 's approach is met by a dangerously bored, measured swipe of silver that offers nothing in return. She takes in the suit, the curve of his neck, the edge of his mask where it touches his cheeks. Golden eyes - focused, piercing. Huh. She's seen those before.
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But where?
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"Not quite. That would've been kinda cliché, wouldn't it?" Though Skyler's outfit is (quite obviously) heavily inspired by nautical themes, her flask is less so. It gleams innocently under the chandelier light as she presents it, brow quirking. "Would you like to try? I promise it won't kill you." 
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The pitch of her voice is inviting, trouble poised on the tip of her tongue.
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It's been far too long since she's spent some time with her muscle buddy Kazimir Wynter , long enough that his masked countenance goes unrecognized when he first approaches. His sentiment, however, is echoed in the way her lips pull over her incisors into a sharp grin. 
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"If I have to go through one more ballad I'll need something far stronger than whatever they're serving," she tells Kazimir Wynter , eying the available refreshments with a doubtful frown. "...Though I'm sure I can convince them to serve us something other than fancy champagne - if you're up for it." 
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[attr="class","notes"]outfit | coat | mask[break]introductory post - just chillin' and drinking some tequila woop we're starting early boys

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After promoting the Winter Masquerade so heavily on his talk show, there was nothing that could stop broadcast journalist BARNABY FINCH from viewing the fruits of his labor.

Alighting from a blacked-out limousine with none other than P.O.G. Bank CEO Martín del Mar, the two were welcomed to the National Museum of Natural History by the flash of cameras and the bustling murmur of hundreds of people just beginning to enjoy their evening. As they entered the grand, smartly decorated foyer of the museum, Barnaby was already scoping out who to engage first.

The masks were a fun touch to an otherwise routine charity event. He himself wore one with a more avian motif; eggshell white with accents of fiery reds and oranges, it paired well with his deep maroon suit.

"Recognize anyone yet, trésor?" He asked, leaning in close to his date. Barnaby was going to make a sport of deducing who all hid behind their veils. Already he saw some likely suspects, like the floral touches of a blonde-haired woman who could only be Elisabeth Fiorelli.

For now, Barnaby decided to pluck a drink from a passing tray and observe the room beside Martín del Mar.

• suit check + mask
• arriving with Martín del Mar
• open to interaction!

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formal events are not quite ollie's style. he prefers the energy and excitement of scaling mountains in kalos, or herding his stantler around his ranch in evergrande city. still, he's there mostly to support his sister Eva Morales and ex-girlfriend/tentative co-worker (?) PENELOPE LIVY . plus, he's also there to represent his ranger squad.

[break][break] he encouraged wren rourke and annalise henderson to come too, though he wasn't sure if either were quite in the spirits to join a festivity like this.

[break][break] freshly healed from his injuries, ollie wears one of those suits donated to the league. it's nothing flashy — a cream-colored suit emboldened with black and gold. a STANTLER themed mask covers just enough of his face to remain mysterious. still, anyone who knew him would be able to point out the broad-shouldered, smiling giant as ollie morales , evergrande's ranger captain. he was 6'5" after all.

[break][break] "hey guys!" he says, walking up behind Eva Morales , MATIAS SILPH and Josh Devlin . "this party is crazy," he says, as he brings a champagne flute to his lips. he fumbles it - but manages somehow not to drop it. "does hoenn do this sort of thing often?" he glances at his sister, who is - typical - dressed beautifully for the evening. pa would've been in tears.

[break][break] ollie glances behind him, wondering if he'll spot anyone he knows in the crowd. was Melody Miro here? or Laurence Anderson ? he knew that willow atkins was showing up sometime but... he glanced quickly at his phone. nope. no text message.

[break][break] he flashes a grin back at the group.

[break][break] "kind of fun, though."

[attr="class","ooc"] Eva Morales MATIAS SILPH Josh Devlin [break]
wearing a suit and stantler mask [break]
open to interaction

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