Confessor Tybalt, the one who asks nicely, Confessor Mildred, the one who doesn't ask nicely arrive, following Someone wearing a Steel silk eye mask.

Someone wearing a bloodstone silk eye mask has joined the a champagne and bloodstone gossamer lace canopy.

Aegis, a large red Oakhaven bloodhound, Rurik, a prodigal assistant arrive, following Mirk.

Someone wearing an Alaricite silk eye mask has joined the a Steel and Alaricite gossamer lace canopy.

Mirk has joined the a star iron and jasper gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Gold silk eye mask arrived a little bit early, with time enough to get a mask on and get escorted to her seat. She's settled there, patiently waiting for the event to get started, having ordered some wine in the meantime.

Someone wearing a Steel silk eye mask has joined the a Steel and Alaricite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask has left the a goldsteel and onyx gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Silver silk eye mask makes her way in at the arm with the man in the Brass mask. She smiles at him, telling him,"Well, we enjoyed the last one. I'm sure this one will be just as good as the last two." She goes to find their table, walking in step.

Someone wearing an epiphanite silk eye mask takes small, cautious steps on her way into the ballroom, clutching for dear life the arm of the servant responsible for leading her as the heels of her boots click lightly against the floor. Her head turns slightly toward every little sound on the way to her assigned table, and when she reaches her destination there is an awkward production to get her seated, as she seems insistent on feeling where she is going with one hand while refusing to let go of the poor member of staff who is trying to help her. This results in both parties slowly crouching, one more reluctantly than the other, until the woman finds the pillows manually, followed by a low 'mph!' when she plunks over onto them without much grace. She finally releases her death grip on the harried feast attendant, murmuring her thanks to them before voicing a tentative whisper that is too low to make out unless one is very close.

Someone wearing an epiphanite silk eye mask has joined the a Diamondplate and epiphanite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Copper silk eye mask wanders into the ballroom without much care for if the bump into another stopping only when a hand is held out and they press into it. "This appears to be an absolute gag if we cannot even see where to go." A soft, 'oh' as it is explained to them that they will be lead to their table.

Someone wearing a Brass silk eye mask, being in a blindfold, does have a bit of difficulty finding the right location. The attendants finally allow his partner and her attendants to lead the way, and that works well enough. Eventually, he is seated at a table, with a little help from helping hands.

The ballroom has been decorated in silk, shadows casting the marble in a more intimate feel as if the room itself is separated from everything else around them. Small areas have been set up for the individual pairings, tables set low with pillows surrounded by gossamer cloth creating secluded areas for people to speak, get to know one another if they were partnered unseen, and provide enough privacy to fully enjoy the evening. Servants with small bells on their ankles can be heard as others wait by the door to escort the blindfolded diners to their tables lest they do so and trip over something dangerous. Each pair has their own server, the discreet assistant there to grant anything the pair may need while turning a blind eye to anything else.

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask has joined the a goldsteel and onyx gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a rubicund silk eye mask would have likely been escorted in by a dog but that is likely unwise. Instead, one of the servers escort her to her assigned table and helps her settle, "Thank you", she hushes.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask shows a remarkable, even potentially unwise amount of trust in the person who escorts him to his table, further engaging in conversation that almost certainly distracts him to an (again) unwise degree. A couple of times he has to be stopped from gesturing right into people, which, each time, prompts a small explosion of chagrined apology. Not that it stops him from doing it again. An increasingly frazzled guide is probably very, very happy to sit him down at his table where he hopefully can do little damage.

Someone wearing a seraphinite silk eye mask enters the ballgown very slowly and carefully, seeming not to know how to move in a gown and heeled slippers, she is allowing the attendant to lead her and her partner to their assigned table. Though her steps are careful they remain confident. ? Thank you,? she tells whom ever help her to be seated and settles herself in

walks in with a hand around the arm of a man in a jade mask, they make their way to the marked table sitting down, hoping to not flash anyone from her short dress, crossing her legs once positioned. She leans over to the man in the jade mask to speak quietly at the table.

Someone wearing a champagne silk eye mask arrived early, allowing her some time to settle into her spot once she was led to the canopy. She lets her senses adjust to the atmosphere, picking up the sounds, the smells before her paired person arrives. When they do, and she hears them join her, she smiles (not that anyone can see it) and offers a gentle, "good evening. I am looking forward to the feast! Is this your first?"

Someone wearing a Diamondplate silk eye mask is already seated and sipping wine when his dinner partner arrives with a click-clack of heels against the ballroom flooring. He straightens a bit and reaches to assist her, but is intercepted by another servant when he almost spills his glass in the process. This is starting out well.

Someone wearing a Mirrorsilver silk eye mask makes his way into the ballroom, directed to the line by one of the servants and when one of them seeks to escort him to the Mirrorsilver and Dragonweep Canopy, there's a muted murmur of, "Thanks." It takes him a moment or two to figure out just how to settle himself down properly upon the pillows, hands feeling for the table to ensure that he's faced himself in the right direction.

Someone wearing a jade silk eye mask entered with a woman wearing a rose mask, and as they made their way to their location with the help of a bell wearing attendant he dropped down. He wrapped an arm around the woman that was with him, speaking quietly at the table along with her.

Someone wearing an Iron silk eye mask is drawn in with his arm settled atop the server who guides him in. There has to be a certain degree of trust when sight is eliminated and the thump of his footfalls competes for sensory priority over the server's footfalls and the chatter already causing some disorientation. He is settled at a table, though he knows not which, and guided with a clutched hand to sitting on those pillows. His words are for those at his seat, as intended.

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask has arrived perfectly on time and finds herself escorted into the ballroom quietly. Mostly because she isn't talking. If anyone can see her, they would see a woman tilting her head this way and that to hear whatever she might. Only a soft "thank you" passes her lips when her escort finally gets her seated. When informed her dining companion is already present, her attention focus across the table in greeting.

Someone wearing a malissite silk eye mask enters the room being led by an attendant. The man had a firm grip on the waiter guiding him to the table. BUMP- "sorry" - BUMP "excuse me" - BUMP "oh pardon.. i dont mean to be rude but.. could we try and miss a FEW of the chairs please?" he grinned to the guide.. or at least where the thought the guide was. Never could trust an arm.. heard there had been some thieves about making off with them. He finally made it the table and smiled, "oh this one? thank you! im glad at least one of us knows their colors. and it certainly isn't me" he smiled before sitting down.

Someone wearing a dawnstone silk eye mask is trying not to trip, but it still happens. Thankfully one of the staff catches her and there is no one to see it. Sweet. Finally after a few failed attempts she finds her seat. Being lowered down to a pillow? She'll likely fall over her dress if she tries to get up now.

A woman with a mask of alaricite silk over her eyes steps into the ballroom and takes the elbow of the attendant immediately at her service. Heedless of her blindness, she moves with elegant certainty, her head held high and her steps echoed in a delicate click, clack, click, clack against the marble floor. When shown to her seat, she murmurs a brief but vivacious thank you and settles into place, disappearing behind the gossamer.

Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask is escorted in by one of the servants with bells, her steps tentative and unsure, her slender body turned what she thinks might be sidelong to make less of a target. Target for what is anyone's guess. It's a good thing no one else can see. When her feet make contact with the pillows, the dragonweep masked woman sinks down, exhaling as if she's held her breath this whole time. "Hello?" comes a tentative, deeply musical voice.

Someone wearing a Steel silk eye mask had arrived wordlessly, stood at the door, waited for an escort, grasped at them, followed them and taken his seat without much aplomb. Maybe he's used to darkness? In any case, he's now feeling about in front of him with a hand as he murmurs something to his partner.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask has to be stopped by the person who delivers the woman in the onyx mask to his table from standing respectfully to receive whoever it is. "Ah! Hello. Frightfully exciting this, yes? Is it your first time? I admit, I've no idea what to expect. Yes, I know. I'm sitting down. I won't knock anything over."

3 House Velenosa Guards, Dreya, an older woman in Velenosan livery, Ailfryd, a tall, thin man with a haugty air arrive, following Saoirse.

Someone wearing a platinum silk eye mask comes in quietly, wondering which way to go. Very soon he is escorted to the correct place and sits down. "Hello?" And then he smiles.

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask murmurs an affirmative to the man across from her. "It is." Then her voice drops even quieter so just he can hear.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask's pleasing tenor can be caught in bits and pieces, mostly moments of cheerful laughter.

Someone wearing a Mirrorsilver silk eye mask tilts his head at the sound of movement and the sudden presence of another sinking down into the pillows and it has him turning a bit in that direction, the easier to converse with, perhaps. That tentative 'hello' is greeted by a warm and humored voice that offers, "Hi there! I was beginning to think I'd been escorted to the wrong set of pillows." His voice then carries after a moments rest, "To the server standing .. somewhere. I think wine is in order, unless the Lady would care for something else."

A laugh and a few glasses sing as if they are dangerously close to finding the floor as movement and heavy thuds come from the lace canopy table.


Bells ring out through the room as the servants begin to bring the first course after drinks are served. Small tasting plates have been given to each within the room, though the catch is the food provided to them is not what they will be eating, but something that is to be shared and presented to their date. Nothing is ever simple. Upon the small plates are pitted olives marinated with citron zest and thyme, and stuffed with roasted garlic cloves.


Someone wearing a simple black blindfold has joined the a Stygian and Iridescite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask enters into the area, but does anyone truly SEE how? The man has a mask upon he features as he moves to grasp the servant to draw him to the seats. There is a low muttering, or perhaps a threat, not to run him into a table. The man is sat down at the seating as the first small plates arrive.

Someone wearing a bloodstone silk eye mask checks dexterity at hard. Someone wearing a bloodstone silk eye mask is successful.

Further laughter and an exclamation towards the servers when the olives are presented, "They're slimy!" And more glasses being knocked over, "Oh, where'd the blasted thing go?!"

3 Last Watch Sentries, 2 Redrain Guards, Old Nan, a mostly harmless old woman arrive, following Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask.

Old Nan, a mostly harmless old woman have been dismissed.

2 Redrain Guards have been dismissed.

3 Last Watch Sentries have been dismissed.

Confessor Mildred, the one who doesn't ask nicely have been dismissed.

Confessor Tybalt, the one who asks nicely have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a rose silk eye mask jerks slightly when feeling him that close, she moves to kiss him, interrupted by the olive even if their lips still meet. She grabs the olive with her teeth, rubbing her nose against his and takes a bite. "Mmm... thats.. much better." she whispers, grabbing one to repeat the motion to him. grabbing his face and moving closely to him to kiss him the olive, moving her hand to rub along his side.


More bells! This time the servants slip between the gossamer cloth tents to present small plates of cubed balsamic pear atop a warm cream cheese sauce and endive julienne for subtle, spicy crunch. Easy to pick up. No soups or sharp forked things required just yet.


Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask has joined the a Stygian and Iridescite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask checks composure at normal. Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask is attempting to do this thing and explain to the person (s) at the table with him. This new one receives a 'What the actual..." A growl of annoyance as 'warm cream cheese' sauce is found on bare fingers all unsuspecting.

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask is managing not to maim the man across from her, though the first word that can be heard from their quieter conversation in sometime is a sincere "sorry!" Some small mishap.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask's laughter follows close on the heels of the apology, and then fades into a bit of dismay as something else seems to have gone wrong.

An olive comes rolling off the Diamondplate and epiphanite table at speed, making it partway across the floor before wobbling to a halt.

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask pseudo-whispers, "Just think... all those mouthes out there, chewing... someone could be chewing with their mouthes open, and you'd never know. Of course, someone might also spit on your plate, you'd be just as helpless..."

"One of you does not eat meat. I do hope cheese is fine," Jaenelle calls out so her voice travels across the ballroom from her place in one of the canopies where she seems to have two dates for the evening. Usually she goes dateless to these things as the hostess and is making up for lost time.

Someone wearing a rubicund silk eye mask exclaims shockedly, "That was -cheese-?"

Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask calls out in a soft, sweet voice, "Thank you, Archduchess, cheese is wonderful. As is your kindness for accommodating my request."

Someone wearing a Silver silk eye mask has left the a Silver and Brass gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Brass silk eye mask has left the a Silver and Brass gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Brass silk eye mask leaves, following Someone wearing a Silver silk eye mask.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask triumphantly declares: "Found it!" Caught up in that moment of victory, his voice is pitched just a bit too loud for the ambiance. Just for those words, though. As he goes on talking, whatever he says sinks back into the general murmur of the crowd.

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask comments of the goldsteel's declaration, "Glass eye went out again, did it? Poor thing!"

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask shouts from nearby, "Don't put it in your mouth, if you don't know where it's been."


The next plate contains a spoon of bitter greens salad studded with unexpected bites of cooling spearmint, sharp, cob-smoked goat's milk cheese and candied Ostrian kumquats. Spoons shouldn't create too much of a problem and people dont have to attempt to use their fingers with this course, so thats a helpful thing.


Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask searches for her wine glass in an abrupt and wild motion, sending it spilling over onto a nearby pillow.

Someone wearing a champagne silk eye mask checks 'recovery check' at normal. Someone wearing a champagne silk eye mask is successful.

A sudden giggle, complete with snort, floats from the Diamondplate and epiphanite canopy, stifled as abruptly as it began.

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask shouts from nearby, "CANNIBAL!"

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask shouts from nearby, "POISON!"

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask shouts from nearby, "I've been poisoned."

Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask checks composure at hard. Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask fails.

Someone wearing a seraphinite silk eye mask checks composure at normal. Botch! Someone wearing a seraphinite silk eye mask fails completely.

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask says, "It wasn't me this time, I swear!"

"No you have not," Jaenelle states without looking up from her partners, noting who the voice belongs to. There is absolutely no hint of alarm in the Archduchess' tone. She even turns to one of her dates, "your answer."

Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask pauses, mid-spooning, her dark head jerking upright as the call of poison goes out. It has the unfortunate side effect of spilling salad from the spoon all over Mirrorsilver's lap. "Poison?" comes a deeply worried, lilting voice. It drops to the table level, concern still etched.

Someone wearing a seraphinite silk eye mask is laughing uncontrolably at the voices that they can not see and perhaps whatever interaction they hare havinh with their partner

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask makes a pained sound as she bites down on the spoon in surprise as shouts of poison ring out.

The sound of glassware being fumbled then knocked to the floor in a loud shatter comes from the dawnstone and copper gossamer lace canopy, followed by a small giggle and more fumbling for a drink. A voice calls out, "Sorry!" before hushed conversation takes over.

Someone wearing a Mirrorsilver silk eye mask has a spoon in hand, only to find that his dates food has wound up all over his lap, the fall of food felt, rather then seen. That has him lifting his voice to call out, "Someone clunk that voice over the head with a tankard. Poison. Ha." His voice then lowers, so that he can talk in murmured tones.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask's reaction to almost having his fingers abruptly bitten is to jerk his hand back, causing his glass to make a pretty little arc, sailing away from the table, punctuated by a dismayed: "Oh dear. There goes my wine."

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask shouts from nearby, "You don't know my life! I could be DYING. It tasted of poison."

Someone wearing a rubicund silk eye mask points out aloud, "Poison is hidden in yummy food!!!"


The servants scatter throughout the room, soft voices assuring each beneath their care that there has not been any poison shared with the guests, and promises that the man who states such is mistaken. Something about him never eating a salad in his life. Then another plate is slipped to the guests, this one containing asparagus-mascarpone raviolis pan-fried in fragrant ramp brown butter, dusted with a pinch of freshly ground black peppercorns which is also serves on spoons.


Someone wearing a Gold silk eye mask takes the next spoon in her hand and starts to feed it to the mani n the Iron silk eye mask. However, her hand seems to slip and lower, causing the ravioli to fall with a loud plop on the table.

Someone wearing a Copper silk eye mask checks composure at normal. Someone wearing a Copper silk eye mask is successful.

Someone wearing a dawnstone silk eye mask checks composure at normal. Someone wearing a dawnstone silk eye mask is successful.

Someone wearing a Diamondplate silk eye mask has left the a Diamondplate and epiphanite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing an epiphanite silk eye mask has left the a Diamondplate and epiphanite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing an epiphanite silk eye mask leaves, following Someone wearing a Diamondplate silk eye mask.


As the night relaxes further, and the heavier things are cleaned and set aside, the belled servants move through the room with decadent dessert offerings. Each bitesized thing meant to be savored. Toasted marshmallow butterscotch pie, bourbon-sea salt caramels, dark-chocolate mousse in small shooter glasses, and chocolate cake with Lenosia wine glaze are presented to the pairs, the platters also covered in chocolate covered fruits.


Ellani, the palm sized spider arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask before departing.

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a jade silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a malissite silk eye mask checks perception at hard. Someone wearing a malissite silk eye mask fails.

Someone wearing a jasper silk eye mask has left the a star iron and jasper gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a rose silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a Copper silk eye mask checks composure at hard. Botch! Someone wearing a Copper silk eye mask fails completely.

Someone wearing a dragonweep silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a rubicund silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a seraphinite silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask is a part of a trio. So when something sweet makes its way to the table, she can be heard to say, "I'm sure you are perfectly nice, Bitey, but I will stab you with a hairpin if I have to fight one of you for this mousse."

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a seraphinite silk eye mask is overheard praising Griffin.

Someone wearing a simple white blindfold is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing an Alaricite silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: Consistently my favorite event of the year.

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: Most likely wasn't poisoned.

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask offers towards Iridescite. "Then so be it! I call for hairpins, it shall be blind combat for the mousse. The victor shall have claim to the goodness and the fallen shall--- hopefully not be dead. That would be awkward."

Someone wearing a Mirrorsilver silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing a Gold silk eye mask seems to have found her nose in a spoonful of the marshmallow butterschotch pie.

From the dawnstone and copper gossamer lace canopy comes a loud laugh, a soft jingle of bells and a crash of platters as one calls out to the servant, "Bring the platter back. I'm taking h... this home! I'll send the platter back later."

Someone wearing an onyx silk eye mask huffs with stifled laughter. "At least we're not at the 'fight to death' point." A little too loud, that.

Someone wearing a goldsteel silk eye mask laughs as well. "Goodness, no. That would be an excellent way for me to get myself stabbed." And then he goes on talking a little bit softer. Truth be told, he hasn't really STOPPED talking for more than breaths at a time since he sat down, the pleasant patter of his tenor voice always in the background, like a light fall of rain.

One of the good things about being the Hostess and knowing who everyone is in the room, as well as being the only one not working without a mask, Jaenelle knows who is saying what. "I have learned my lesson and will keep you both apart from now on." She then motions to a server to bring another portion of the desserts so they can't stab one another with sharp pointed metal sticks. Is it then she lifts her voice a moment, "and here comes the end of the evening. I hope those I have surprised with partners have enjoyed yourself, whether you reveal your identity or not. I hope those who have joined me before have found this evening to be just as exciting as the ones before and you will attend the next. I hope that you tell all how much fun you had and that they are lacking for not attending. You do not have to go home, servers will be with you till you leave. But out of everything, I wish to thank you all for trusting me enough to attend and for all the memories you have given me."

Someone wearing a Steel silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: Can't bloody wait for next year, frankly.

Someone wearing a dawnstone silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask says, "I trust you with my life, Your Grace! Trusting you with my stomach is small lift. Huzzah for going home covered in haute cuisine!"

Someone wearing a bloodstone silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: A guiding star which brings souls passing each other in the night together.

Someone wearing a champagne silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: The Feasting Fete was Fantastic!

Someone wearing a platinum silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: A wonderful night!

Someone wearing an Iridescite silk eye mask has left the a Stygian and Iridescite gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a Gold silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: I shall always trust the Archduchess to find me an interesting partner at her Feasts.

Someone wearing a Stygian silk eye mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: She has the beauty that even a blind person can see. When she speaks it is as if the whole realm holds it's breath just waiting to hear what she is going to say. There is not always a promise of tomorrow, but for her to be the current of time, my only desire is to make time stand still. To hold the moment for a lifetime.

Olivia stands from the table while holding Dacian's hand, she had a smile on her lips and a blush to her cheeks as she moved past the other tables to leave with him in tow. Wiggling her fingers in a wave to those that noticed.