MASQUERADE BAAA-LL

[crittersheep]

WHO: ????
WHERE: the three-stories tall jack-o-lantern that was definitely not there last time you looked
WHEN: Evening 87

[Wondering where your sheep went? Why, they all seem to be wandering off toward a once-vacant part of the pasture where an enormous pumpkin the size of a building is now squatting amongst a patch of colorful and airy wildflowers. Filigreed windows have been cut into its walls, letting the light and music from inside drift out into the evening air, where drifts of sparkling fireflies are dancing over the grass. ]

[The entryway is large enough you can stroll right in, even if you’re, say, a really big chimera. ]

[Inside the pumpkin, instead of the wet, slimy squash interior you might have expected, it’s been retrofitted into what looks like a ballroom straight from the fairy kingdom. Flower garlands and fancy candelabras decorate every rafter and banister like a watercolor wash of color and light, while a variety of strange and interesting mushrooms peek out of corners and cracks (for eel enrichment.) There’s a rustic, whimsical wooden stage where a small orchestra of sheep are doing their very best, overlooking a nice open floor for dancing, and a large buffet table covered in food and drinks.]

[ In the place of honor where absolutely everyone can see, there is a big, empty bird’s nest absolutely fit for a KING. Or rather, a gryphon’s nest, because the glaringly gold VIP sign in front of it says very clearly it is “FOR MUFFIN.” ]

[Bring your finest clothes or let Vera pick some for you. Until the clock strikes midnight, it’s time for a ball!]

GET OUTFITS | GET SNACKS | GET JUDGED | GET MUSIC | SPOT SHROOMS | GET... CARDS? | GET... FIRE...

Comments

[nyaito]

[REELING BACK.]

E-EXCUSE ME??

[Covering up their chest with their arms.]

I-I am sure that I do not know what you are talking about! Must you use such crude language!?

[rugpull]

Tits.

Boobs.

Breasteses.

Bazoongas.

Tatas.

Melons.

Lovely buncha coconuts.

Jubblies.

Knockers.

[nyaito]

[CLAMPING A HAND OVER THE OFFENDING HYENA'S MOUTH.]

Stop-! Stop! You cannot just... say things like that!

[rugpull]

[pulling his hand away]

I can and I will! I LOVE TITS I can't not say the words tits!

[nyaito]

[Fighting unsuccessfully to try and cover his mouth again.]

At least try to have some shame!!!

[rugpull]

Why should I have shame about that?!

[nyaito]

Hah? Why should you not!?? Shall I tell that granny of yours that you talk to young innocent lovely maidens about their... girliness!

[rugpull]

I don't think she'd care?

[nyaito]

I cannot even imagine. I would absolutely perish on the spot!

[rugpull]

We're built different.

Yer.






Delicate.

[nyaito]

You do not even know who I am.

[lol]

[rugpull]

...oh ya think m'stupid.






Extremely stupid.

[nyaito]

[ . . . . . . ]

Jesus Christ. You... You are being serious about being sure of who I am.

[Oh no oh no oh no oh NO. It could be a bluff. He could be trying to trick them into giving it away.]

[rugpull]

. . .

Oh no I am stupid oh no.

Well better leave ya alone byyeeeee.

[going back to cutting fruits]

[nyaito]

[ . . . So it was a tease to try and get them to give it away!!

HE'S ONTO YOU, YOU SNEAKY HYENA.

But just in case he is that adept at telling, they scuttle away. Whew. Saved this time.]

[rugpull]

[he didnt know u were supposed to be secret my guy



u smell like urself sorry]

[nyaito]

[If only this fool even thought about the fact that he has such superior smelling. Naturally, he would know.

Beastmen have the advantage today.]