EVENT LOG PT. 1: The Fourth of July Masquerade Ball

[progressmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: John Progress hosts a Fourth of July Ball.
Where: The Adventurer's Club.
When: Fourth of July!
Warnings: Patriotism.



Whew boy, it's the hottest Fourth in July we've had in years! Thankfully, the local nuclear family, The Progresses, are happy to host the annual Fourth of July Ball. Formal dress, patriotic wear, and straight-up costumes are all encouraged. In fact, you'll find the host wandering around in his own George Washington outfit - in fact, it seems as though everyone has turned up for this event! Anyone who's anyone is here, and this could be a good opportunity for you to connect!

...Of course, food and drink are provided. While it might be a little bit too classy for some's taste, there's a barbecue happening outside just in case you need to get away from the stuffiness for a little bit. Generally, it seems as though everyone here is friendly enough, even if the party is a little too classy.

It all seems to be going pretty well, and seems as though you finally have a pretty decent day on your hands...though, those ink splotches you occasionally see on the ground are a little weird.

[Welcome to Progress City's Fourth of July event! We're gradually going to be tagging in to the log with every NPC we've introduced thus far, and plenty that we haven't introduced quite yet! Feel free to set up your own toplevels and tag out, of course - the second part of the event log will be going up on July 10th!]

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[progressmods]

[wantstherum]

[Everyone's favorite is here! As she would be, since this is taking place in her club.]

[yourghosthost]

[The Ghost Host is here, and actually unironically dressed up as Benedict Arnold. It’s not that much different from his usual wear, but it’s something. He can often be seen eating too many deviled eggs, trying to spook people, and getting #GhostWasted.]

[midnightcowboy]

[Well the good news is that Jed’s 1 (one) outfit is already essentially a costume, so he’s all set. He’s just hanging around on the food and drink tables 100% of the time, on one hand because it’s safer and on the other hand because he just wants access to the food. It’s fine, you can still eat if you’re plastic I guess.]

[ilovepuppies]

[BEEEEEEEEEEES]

[yourghosthost]

...Star, do not shoot bees all over the club, please. It’s unbecoming.

[keyofimagination]

[Rod is here and apparently his idea of a costume is just... his normal suit. With the plainest black masquerade mask on that someone probably told him to wear.

Still, he's at least participating in the activities, making light conversation with most people and drinking wine.]

[andbegone]

[At some point, Plankton slides his way over towards Rod, wine in hand. His only costume change is the fact that now he has an eyepatch over the other eye as well (who knows how he can see anything). Though his tone is conversational, this is clearly a topic he’s been sitting on for a while.]

So. The frozen head in your office. [Sips drink.] What’s that about?

[keyofimagination]

[Rod spits out his drink the moment he hearts this]

... What frozen head?

[andbegone]

I mean, it sure looked like a frozen head to me. Correct me if I’m wrong.

[he was in that office for like three weeks Rod]

[keyofimagination]

[He clears his throat, looking vaguely like he already wants to bolt.]

I thought it would be a nice memorial.

[andbegone]

Well, it’s certainly some kind of memorial.

...It is an actual head, though. I mean. A real one.

[Just. Gotta confirm.]

[keyofimagination]

[He eyes Plankton.]

Will my answer dictate whether you will start a scandal about me?

[andbegone]

Frankly I think keeping a fake frozen head is only slightly less strange than keeping a real one, so. Not really.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Eclipsa slumps into a seat next to Red, with a wine glass held haphazardly between her finger.]

Lookin' asssss smashing as always, I schee.

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker is here, though he looks absolutely haggard. To be honest, Ellen probably had to coax him to take a break and come to the party. He's been too busy with trying to set up the network to actually remember that he, like. Needs to rest.

He's at least cleaned up a little, though.

For now, he's trying to make small talk and not get frustrated when people inevitably don't understand him. Barring that, you'll find him drinking wine. Lots of wine.]

[keyofimagination]

...

If you insist, it is real.

[kindaruledatit]

Hey! Cool, pirate lady! [Uh, wait. Red, right?

[Digs into her pocket and produces her cell phone.]

Mind if I get a picture?

[kindaruledatit]

So.... how do you eat those? You're a ghost.

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy pulls up to the party in this work of art, looking great and feeling great. She'd opted for a suit befitting a secret agent for this event, easily obtained when you work in Hollywood-land, along with one of those bandit masks.

She's here to hang out, raid the food table, and maybe go up to someone for the sake of answering an important question.]

So, does the mask actually do anything to you?

[yourghosthost]

When I have a strong enough desire and will, I am able to physically interact with certain solid objects in the physical plane. For instance, these delightful deviled eggs!

[ilovepuppies]

I'm shooting the bees at YOU, you jerk!

[andbegone]

[Plankton, though not much of a party person, still shows up for the sake of hanging around near the wine. His costume just involves one extra eyepatch, which is working out really well with the whole drinking wine thing. That is to say he’s missing half of the sips he tries to take and there’s wine all over the floor now.]

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker has had maybe 3 glasses of wine too many by the time he notices Plankton across the room. His mood sours immediately, and he winces, already anticipating the humiliation Plankton has planned for him this time.

... Is that two eyepatches?

Ok, maybe he can work something to his favor. Beaker's gonna stumble on over, being as careful as he can to not spill the glass in his hand, meeping apologies when he knocks into someone.

Finally, Beaker stands before Plankton. He's not really sure what he's doing here- he has a couple half formed plans but nothing concrete. He's so exhausted from working and maybe a little too wine-drunk and all he wants to do is find a way to tell Plankton to fuck off without consequences.

So.

Beaker splashes his drink in Plankton's face, soaking him and his stupid eyepatches, and makes a fucking run for it.

... Yep. Good plan. He does slip on the wine puddle that Plankton's made, but he keeps his momentum and gets lost in the crowd, ignoring a couple of odd looks.]

[beautifultomorrow]

[Hey everyone it's the host here being very social with everyone! Come meet not George Washington.]