[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

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This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

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Bobo Del Rey | OTA (red)

[fooloftheking]

Waking up to new clothes, nice as they were with the henley and jeans, his heavy duty boots and even gloves, it is suspicious. Just about as much as he side eyes the suddenly tall and ripe and what the hell was with that? But whatever. There's food and it's late and really what else is there to do?

So inevitably while he didn't ask himself what might go wrong, he learned sooner than later.

Boots suddenly giving way to taller boots with stilettos as he feels the swish of of petticoats against his bare thighs. Glancing down, twisting to get a look at himself in the micromini, corset like top and... He laughs, the sound loud and booming as he realized he is definitely a fairly hairy, definitely slutty with the lack of length on that skirt Snow White.

Loving the costume, loving how it makes him feel honestly, Bob throws himself into the party, seeking out those he knows and making a general nuisance with those he doesn't as he struts through the party, enjoying the food and the company. Come say hi! Come dance! Maybe be careful how close you get.

[quinientos]

Vasquez isn't a good man. Sometimes he does good things, but at the heart of it, he's still a maladjusted asshole, which is why he sidles up behind Bobo at the party and bends down to pinch his ass, smirking as he smacks him on it right after, draping an arm around his shoulders and steering him to the table, because he already can tell he probably needs it.

"And what are you supposed to be? Very strange whore without a whorehouse?" he asks bluntly, mostly because he doesn't know what anyone is, really, not even himself with his strange costume.

[fooloftheking]

Bobo startles, kind of liking it though he wonders who it is. That arm though, the weight of Vasquez at his side and he grins. Sliding his arm around the other man's waist, glancing at him as he nudges him with his hip.

"Most costumes in my time are pretty much how slutty can you make things that shouldn't be slutty. Like animals, and food, and body bags. Or innocent fairytale characters that aren't probably as innocent after spending weeks with seven lonely guys in a woodland hut, such as Snow White here."

[quinientos]

Vasquez knows his fairy tales, but he's not sure what Snow White has to do with anything that Bobo is wearing right now, seeing as it's all very confusing and very in his face about the outfit. It's definitely slutty though, this part isn't going to be argued.

"Okay, but why are you wearing a slutty woman's costume? Isn't there such a thing as costumes for men that also show off this much skin?" Because he would be very interested in that, too.

[fooloftheking]

"That is a damn good question," he says, smirking, definitely not entirely sober from the wine provided and going with the night rather than being bothered by it. "That show of as much? Not so much." He shrugs, still having that smile. "There are some, but they tend to be less abbreviated than this is. And without the heels.

"I'm what they call comfortable in my masculinity. I'm not bothered by it." He hip checked Vasquez lightly. "What? Don't like how my legs look in them?"

[quinientos]

Vasquez needs more time to look at the legs, if he's honest. He doesn't really have an opinion of them yet, but he draws himself away and lets himself study them properly, give himself the time to really form an opinion.

And once he has, he has to nod, because it's not so bad at all. "I mean, I think my legs would look better," he boasts, "but I got a nice costume with lots of layers because I think someone here likes me."

[fooloftheking]

Oh but Bobo arches a brow at that. "Would they now? Well... I mean, if you're going to make statements like that, I think I'm going to have to see you once in the boots and skirt," he says, meaning it, and definitely chuckling.

"It's only fair for you to prove statements like that." He blinks at him, head canting. "Do I not look like I'm liked?"

[quinientos]

"Maybe later," Vasquez murmurs, his lips hovering close enough to Bobo's neck to offer his breath, but not so close that they touch, "if you ask nicely enough when we're in a bedroom, I can show you." He doesn't care about the skirts, just the tights underneath and the boots, thinking he'll be more than able to show himself off.

"But first," he prods, easing away to coax Bobo towards the drinks, "you should tell me what I'm supposed to be."

[fooloftheking]

A shiver runs through Bobo, enjoying the way that Vasquez toys with him. It's enough to keep him on edge, make him want it, and if it's all because he likes a bit of a tease and anticipation, then so be it.

"Holding you to that," he murmurs, though he moves with a gentle sway of his hips towards the alcohol. "And you're telling me they never had pirates in stories when you were a kid?"

[ataashihunter]

"That is ... quite the outfit." Bull grins as he comes up to Bobo wearing his toga. He slides a hand around Bobo's waist spinning him a little. "I like what the shoes does to your legs."

[fooloftheking]

In truth, Bobo is definitely up for a little enjoyment and preening, no matter where the outfits came from. Sure, he would love to get those jeans back but at least there's wine.

So he moves easily, turning with an easy step into the other man.

"Why thank you," he says, tones light and batting his lashes. "Well, isn't yours a classic. What's your partner wearing?"

[ataashihunter]

Bull grins and lets his hand settle there at Bobo's waist like it is the most natural thing in the world. "Partner? We have partners in this?" He turns to look out over the crowd to see if anyone matches him. "Tony said something about this being Hades, no clue who that is."

[fooloftheking]

"Matching costumes," he explains. "Like this is Snow White and someone around here would be the evil queen. Seen a few where I found both halves."

He leans slightly, only pressing his hip closer against Bull, and looking him over. "Oh, well, that's amusing. He tell you who that is?"

[ataashihunter]

"Snow White? Some sort of story from your world. And evil queen. Well, there is a queen over there." He nods to Margaery. "And he said some god of the underworld that people don't really believe in any more. Apparently, the dog is a clue."

[fooloftheking]

"A beautiful young girl hated by her step mother because she wasn't as hot as the young princess," he says, because that is what Bobo took away from that story. He follows that, smiling. 'Not the right queen, though Margaery is an elegant and helpful woman, I have to say."

He chuckles at that. "Which means, likely, there's a goddess around here. He stole some daughter of a goddess or something and made her his wife."

[ataashihunter]

"She is. I'd use the word stunning actually." He smiles. Then he nods and looks around, studying the ladies and trying to figure out which one of them is a goddess. Then he looks at the guys. "What about that guy over there?"

[fooloftheking]

Bobo can't help but to nod at that. "She is. Stunning is the word for it," he admits. No one that looks at her could argue that. Considering others for Bull's match when he sees Whatney, not that Bobo has met him.

"You know... I do think that is her. Well... him."

[succored]

"I didn't know you were into this kind of thing." It was half-hilarious and half-disturbing the amount of leg and leg hair that he was seeing, but since the other man seemed to be owning it, Ty could only shake his head with a grin.

"Should I be worried about how comfortable you look in such a short skirt?" The strutting definitely hadn't been missed after all.

[fooloftheking]

"I don't remember you asking me about what I'm into at all," he points out, he says with a jut of his hip and a twirl which only made the tulle of the skirt lift with the motion. "Which I figure that is definitely your loss.

"And please. I have been through too much to be insecure in my masculinity. Glad you've liked the view though. How long were you watching, Kid?"

[succored]

Ty barked out a laugh at that, covering his face, half in embarrassment and half because he wasn't sure he was going to be able to handle so much raw masculinity in his inebriated state.

"Clearly that was an oversight on my part. I should have forgone the deep philosophical talks and asked about your kinks, though now I'm afraid to ask." He peered out through his fingers, shaking his head slightly. "I can always appreciate a guy who is confident in himself, but before you start flattering yourself, it wasn't that long."

But you know, he had still been watching. But in his defense, he was mostly used to Bobo's mountain man look. To know he was comfortable in this sort of outfit too was a bit shocking but also amazing.

[fooloftheking]

"You should only be afraid to ask if you're planning on exploring them," he notes, smirking at Ty. All they've talked about and flirting with him is not something Bobo is going to let bother him. "And given you've had more chances than most here to hit on me, I doubt you're going to start now," he notes, not the least bit bothered by it given the smirk and the wiggle he gives Ty.

"Oh I will flatter myself either way. If you can't compliment yourself, why do you expect others to do the same?"

And he means it. He truly is just doing something he hasn't in so long. Just enjoying himself without worrying, and that means flaunting it because he can.

[succored]

"Sorry, my first reaction to being dragged into some weird science experiment set in a gloomy village is not to flirt with everyone. Survival was a bit more important." Ty said, a bit hopelessly, dissolving into more laughter at the wiggling. It's not that Bobo wasn't unattractive, but Ty wasn't looking for anything more substantial than more coats and parkas to keep him warm during the winter.

"All right, I get it you, you have boundless confidence. I'm happy for you and for all of us, who get to see you in all of your glory." Ty said, still grinning as he crossed his arms over his chest. "But aren't you cold?"

[fooloftheking]

"Why not? It's not your life, not your world, and for all we know, we're toast when they're done with us anyway. Might as well have fun," he says, all light and bright and flirty... except for the expression in his eyes, deadly serious about that.

Bobo snorts then, making a face. "Oh I'm fucking freezing, but what choice do I have? Run home? Rather suffer than give up."

Which says a lot about him, and more than he would likely admit to most others. "Come on, Kid. You need to learn to have fun."

[succored]

"I'll be sure to add that to my list after I'm all set and prepped for the winter." Ty said lightly, and he might have taken it more to heart if Bobo hadn't looked so stern. While undoubtedly there were people he wouldn't mind getting to know better, it wasn't a priority.

Ty only shook his head at that, laughing. "You want my jacket? I don't want you to suffer too much."

He did pause at the indication that he needed to learn how to have fun, mock offended but amused. "All right enlighten me. What's your idea of fun? Dancing? Drinking?"

[fooloftheking]

That gets him a bit of a smirk, letting the amusement of the moment carry it out of that darkening mood. This is him living his life, and he's not willing to back down for when he returns to whatever he's facing.

Though he offers a bit of a real smile then, shaking his head. "You're too kind, but I'm good. I'm from up north anyway. You do't get cold that easy. Not like some of you people," he teases.

"Yep, with some gambling thrown in. I would say sex, but not sure you're old enough for that," he taunts.