Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

[hiken]

Who: Anyone going to the Corsair Island Masquerade Ball!
Where: ...IDK?
When: April 26th - 27th (Early AM)
What: The Masquerade Ball + Ambush (12am)
Warnings: D for dancing, V for violence, A for Ace, L for Luffy
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open to anyone attending!

There are going to be two main threads. One for the ball itself and the other for the Ambush! There will be an obligatory third thread for FASHION. Just remember to tag your muse in the subject header and OTA or 'Closed to ???' as you comment.

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SPYING

[hiken]

[We're passing notes.

'Do you liek me? circle yes or nop.']

OTA - Early Evening

[myfayevalentine]

Faye was taking part in some spying, or rather, some very open information gathering. Her outfit for the evening is rather daringly low cut black evening gown. It's full length, but a long slit runs up the side to her thigh, which is perfect for crossing her legs at the table she was sitting at. It didn't take long before Faye was surrounded by eager Navy gentlemen. She smiled at them all in turn, and knew how to charm each enough that they all thought they were the special man she had her eye on. No such luck.

Faye discussed Navy plans with them, found out the places on the ship where treasure had been stashed, including jewellery she was offered. But while Faye discussed, she also had in her hands a pack of cards, a small pile of coins in front of her. Looked like a gambling game, but it was working in her favour. Anyone walking past might want to come and take a seat, either just to look at her, to talk to her, or, more usefully, to overhear all the information she is so easily conjuring from the Navy men.

[donthithimintheballs]

Someones been watching you, Faye. Just for a little bit Logan, dressed and cleaned up nice, cream whites, dark bluish black coat and gold trim, a matching mask. God, he even took to a shave and a hair cut, insisted upon by that tall idiot Thatch.

He's been wandering though, spying a bit himself, if you call it that. He'd ran into a woman who had her own small command of a few ships (it was ab it impressive) and a young man who'd already drank too much and was talking about the pretty girl he was talking to before. That was when he got view of her. A table of men around.

Heh. So he watched for a bit, spying. Slowly walking around the room and mingling (a bit bored) and... slowly came up to lean on the pillar behind her, watching her as she snows the group of them. Good to know what type of woman she really is, though he had his suspicions already.

After the last one left for what ever reason, he came to stand near her, taking a sip form a champagne flute, and glancing down at her (and that is impressive cleavage). "Enjoying yourself, miss?"

[myfayevalentine]

Faye had been aware of someone watching from behind her but then, she had been surrounded most of the evening so far. Finally having a table to herself, she was drawing together a considerable pile of coins and slipping them into a small black pouch. She smirked as she turned to look up at Logan, "I am indeed. I've been kept good company, it makes me feel so popular."

[donthithimintheballs]

"Dressed like that? I'm surprised you don't have a longer line of sad Navy men hanging around." He said and yes, there was a bit of a grin from under his mask. Women and scraps of clothing? Not going to complain. "That good company walks off and leaves behind a bit of gold too, huh?"

[myfayevalentine]

"Oh, they were here. Some are fetching me something to drink, others have been sat here so long they needed to go to the bathroom, and some, I think, are double checking that there are indeed priceless jewels hidden on the ship." Faye looked at the little coin pouch in front of her and shrugged her bare shoulders, "I won this fair and square. You'd think these men had never seen a clever woman in all their lives." She slowly stood from her seat, putting her purse into a hidden pocket inside a white fur shawl, "Why? Don't you like my outfit this evening?"

Re: OTA - Early Evening

[alwaysgrumpy]

"Nice dress," Akira said, looking like he was sipping casually from a glass of wine as he spoke to her, "Think you could have cut it any lower? You'd better hope you don't catch anything on some guy's cuff-link, or there's gonna' be a wardrobe issue. Hear anything useful?"

[myfayevalentine]

"Akira, why would you say these things? I've had nothing but glowing compliments all evening." But she grinned at him, only teasing and far from being annoyed.

[alwaysgrumpy]

"Someone has to keep you anchored, so your inflated ego doesn't pull you into the ceiling," he snorted, trying to focus his hearing, "This party would happen when the moon is just at a sliver. My hearing is a little dodgy, now. Hope you're havin' good luck."

[myfayevalentine]

"Well, I appreciate the kindness you're doing me. "The moon can make you deaf? Or is your hearing just not as good as you like. And I'm having plenty of luck." She nodded towards the small pile of coins she has amassed.

OTA

[thatched]

[he's standing in a corner with his arms folded, watching the comings and goings and not in the most impressive of moods. Still, he'll talk friendly enough if anyone chooses to engage him but he's watching, always watching]

[fierybluebird]

[Sneaks up on Thatch and plays a game of GUESS WHO by covering his eyes and testing his reflexes.]

[Suicidal?]

[For another person perhaps, but with Marco, he's testing Thatch's haki too.]

[thatched]

[jumps about a mile and already has his hand on the hilt of his cutlass before he realizes who it is. Damn.]

Hey, sweetheart.

[why, yes, he is sounding casual about this. It's possible you won't notice]

[fierybluebird]

[Lmao, nope.]

[Marco notices and burst out laughing before giving Thatch a hug.]

Sorry, eh. Couldn't resist.

[thatched]

Heh.

[ruffles Marco's hair before going back and folding his arms. He should probably say something more than that, though and absently chews on a toothpick he got from one of the bacon wrapped things]

Enjoying yourself?

[hiken]

[Ace didn't mind cornering Thatch at all. He set one hand against the wall with his normal thuggish posture, leaning in a bit so he could talk all hush hush.]

Hey, Thatch. I'm feelin' a little bit guilty.

[thatched]

[you know you lose a lot of intimidation when you are not only much shorter than him but he's seen you...for so damn long. He sighs softly]

What did you do now?

[forgive him if he sounds a little long suffering. He's not in the best of moods]

[hiken]

Well, it's cause-- I dunno. We're messin' up this party, so it shouldn't be a big deal, but so far it's a lotta fun. [Even if it was mostly spying, dancing just to get better looks at people and plan to ruin it at the end.]

But, everybody on the Moon's left outta the big show 'cause they couldn't blend in or don't like what we're up to.

We should have a big party when we're back.

[thatched]

[he sighs again and tries to calm himself. Honestly, it wasn't the kind of party Namur would want to go to. As for those who were against it...]

Aye, agreed with the party...

[he glances at Ace before looking over the party]

It's not going to be the last time, you know. Unless of course you decide to take a different course.

[would he say no to Ace softening around the edges? No... But it would be hard to follow and there was no telling what Marco would say or do. But he could work in the shadows if need be. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before]

OTA

[fierybluebird]

[The only time Marco really gets off the dance floor is to check with his informants and see how the corralling job goes. Still, this means 1) lighting up a cigarette as if he's taking a break for that reason 2) checking on the wait staff, both real and implants 3) checking in with certain pickpockets and others.]

[He seems to be in a good mood at least.]

[hiken]

[There was a snicker from Ace as he followed Marco out to draw up a cigarette. Without so much as caring if he was spotted, Ace pointed at Marco's cigarette and lit it. If they got spotted there, then their attack would just start sooner--so, it didn't bother him at all.

Especially since the Navy's planning seemed pretty mundane as well.]

So, how many have you marked?

[fierybluebird]

Not many actually.

A few, but I've been letting everyone else do the hard work. [SO LAZY, THIS GUY.]

How about you?

[Also have a gentle nod about that cigarette light. Thanks bro!]

[hiken]

A few over thirty. [He hadn't really started dancing as much as he wanted to, but he'd get even more presences marked in his mind as he started to get attention. Some people would go along with the pirate and the rest would fight to hate him.]

At least three officers so far. Good looking women, too. Unfortunately, someone should tell them that noble-born men and women usually look like they've never worked a hard day in their lives.

[fierybluebird]

Depends on the country, eh. Fukaboshi and his brothers are soldiers. [Marco stuck his tongue out.] And Naesala too.

[He didn't say so, but Marco had stricter standards on his marks. He wanted to specifically know their ranks and identities so that when he made an example of them, they made a good example.]

ota

[greenshoe]

[ Akiko was wearing a fairly nice dress, though she was more interested on trying to blend in. Since well it was an undercover spy operation or at least she was trying to make it that. Gathering information in the face of the enemy was important for any detective ]