Evermore Hollow - 2023-10-01 - Costume Contest (log)

Jastatos 01, 5123 Competition

Hosted by Fluffybits at Ebon Gate 2023 in Evermore Hollow. Along with Fluffybits, this contest was presided over by the Vistix Akrath, the severed head of Henshor and a few others in Naidem. Categories for this year's competition are Most Creative, Most Original, Funniest, Spookiest, and Best Couple.

Introduction

[Yvalyst Manor, Ballroom - , ]
Sprigs of alyssum and amaranth are hand-painted across the parquetry dance floor, the sanguine and ivory-colored flora traced in splatters of gilded ink across the sweeping ballroom. Pallid marble fountains spray water between the potted dark-colored foliage, the chilling mist clinging to the velvet-curtained windows, leaving the stained glass covered in rivulets of condensation. Chiseled marble busts flank the various thresholds, each profile covered in a veil of aged, discolored lace. You also see the bright pine green Faiyth disk hung with tiny ceramic kobolds, the alabaster Kialeigh disk with interlocking silver knotwork, the skull-shaped Irval disk, the severed head of Henshor that is flying around, the hammered silver Meliyara disk, the Yardie disk, several groups of draugr interspersed with numerous others, a short-legged pudgy kitten, a set of garland-framed bloodwood doors and a wrought-silver arch.
Also here: Squire Delindra, Jisandra, Lord Obelin, Lady Lylia, Xorus, Lady Uniana, Faiyth, Master Yukito, Madam Naamit, Kialeigh, Town Councilor Irval, Merrymaker Opalina, Vistix Akrath, Fluffybits, Sirona, Lady Aliashyrah, Grand Lady Traiva, Giogionni, Loremaster Rohese, Lornon Chair Rivienne, Shadowwind, Chronicler Falvicar, Lady Starletdawn, Tikba, Lady Meliyara, Lady Avawren, Tabubu, Blade Yardie, Lord Vyctus, Tasthera, Jouster Littlemelody, Yairra, Aubriella, Fleurs, Yipsy, Samyrha, Kalyrra, Wolfloner, Pub Proprietor Lithyia, Dahcre Reader Ordim who is sitting, Mister Tibs, Picklemaster Niffly, Darrovik, Rillarie, Lady Toxana, The Fabulous Fyg, Lord Teveriel, Gardener Elysia, Pixie Seeker Erek, Helnora, Lord Thrassus
Obvious exits: none

Speaking awkwardly to Akrath, Fluffybits asks, "Excuse me, Vistrix sir... may I start my contest?"

Akrath distractedly says, "What? Oh--"

Speaking to Fluffybits, Akrath says, "Yes, yes. Go on."

Entrants

Entry #1: Sirona, the Wood Sprite

Fluffybits recites:

"And our first contestant... Sirona!"

You see Sirona.
Due to the wood sprite mask she wears, it is difficult to determine her race...or even whether she is living or dead.
She is taller than average and has a waiflike physique. Her features are hidden beneath a smiling wood sprite mask, though her thick-lashed stormy grey eyes shine through. She has shoulder length, disheveled brown hair littered with twigs and leaves. Little else about her appearance is easy to distinguish.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a smiling wood sprite mask, a woodland sprite costume, some opalescent silk wings, an autumn leaf garland, a butterfly charm, an enameled orange pumpkin pin, a vine-threaded canvas foraging satchel slung over her shoulder, some fine silk stockings, and a pair of dark brown open-toed shoes buttoned with topaz autumn leaves.

Several strands of Sirona's brown hair slip free from its bindings and falls into her face and across her eyes.

Sirona gently brushes her brown hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it back into its bindings.

Sirona attends to her brown wig, making the wig as presentable as possible.

Sirona smiles abashedly and her cheeks glow with a growing pink-tinged warmth.

Sirona's eyes twinkle with merriment as she playfully drops into a quick curtsy, letting out a soft giggle as she rises.

Sirona skips sideways a few strides to her left.

Sirona sways to and fro as she dances.

Sirona gazes in amusement at her sprite costume.

Sirona attends to her sprite costume, making the costume as presentable as possible.

Sirona glances away.

Sirona's salmon-colored longwing butterfly flutters upwards, turning in the air to display the pale violet darts and cloudy white crescents along its wings before settling back down.

A butterfly rises up from Sirona's fingers, hovering in the air as its wings beat in a flurry of pale violet tinged salmon-colored light before returning to its resting place.

Sirona removes a carved wyrwood short bow from in her canvas foraging satchel.

Sirona plucks at the string of her wyrwood short bow, making a dull twanging sound.

Sirona casually observes her surroundings.

Sirona drums her fingers against a carved wyrwood short bow while glancing nonchalantly about the room.

Sirona thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.

Sirona removes a ripe red apple from in her canvas foraging satchel.

Sirona grins wickedly at a ripe red apple.

Sirona amusedly asks, "I'll need a volunteer from the audience. Anyone willing?"

Sirona raises an eyebrow.

Sirona glances at Yardie.

Yardie gasps.

Yardie blinks at Sirona.

Sirona smiles and giggles slightly as she places the apple gently on top of his head.

Sirona loads the arrow into her wyrwood short bow and turns toward Yardie, grinning mischievously.

Sirona fires her arrow with a lack of grace that sends it flying wide, missing Yardie completely. She pulls her arrow back into her hand, flushing slightly.

Yardie glances nervously around the room.

Sirona lets out a cheer!

Sirona flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Sirona looks around nervously, ready to bolt.

With a fancy pirouette, Sirona fluidly drops into a curtsy with one foot sliding gracefully forward before rising with a grin.

Sirona quietly says, "Thank you."

The severed head of Henshor exclaims, "They want to steal your pumpkins and put smooth stones in your socks! Don't trust the wood sprites!"

Speaking softly to Sirona, Rohese exclaims, "Adorable!"

Entry #2: Rohese, Perpetual Twilight

You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim.
She appears to be a Gjenganger.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. Her age is indeterminate due to the constant state of shift that overtakes her features, causing her to at one moment look young and at another ravaged by age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and water-sheened preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair tied into a loose ponytail with a pale lilac chiffon ribbon. Her movements are accentuated by a fluid, waterlike motion. She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
Flickering motes of light drift lazily around her.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a white pearl mask overlaid in a frond-patterned gold filigree in her right hand and a rosy pink chiffon ribbon in her left hand.
She is wearing a scattering of golden aragless fireflies twinkling across the decollete, a bare-backed twilight velvet gown spilling into a train of faintly bronzed chiffon, and a delicate gold toe ring.

Rohese softly begins, "I was so enamoured with the view of Naidem from the Orchard Overlook last year that I have chosen to create a costume that hopefully reflects its beauty."

Akrath once again returns his lingering gaze to Rohese.

Rohese softly elaborates, "Picture the black shapes of buildings rising against a horizon frozen in perpetual twilight and ribbons of colour coursing across the firmament - blues bleeding into greens that twine through wisps of violet and pink."

Rohese dreamily continues, "The lights that twinkle and dance through these braids of colour, unlike stars as they rise and fall through the bands before floating along the lengths like meandering celestial fireflies on lazy paths across the sky."

Gazing thoughtfully into the distance, Rohese absently runs her fingers over the surface of the golden aragless fireflies around her neck.

Rohese humbly announces, "So, with that imagery, I present to you, Perpetual Twilight."

Rohese steps forward, the faintly bronzed chiffon train of her twilight velvet gown sweeping the floor as she turns slowly. As she completes the revolution, the length of faintly bronzed chiffon follows, rustling slightly as it pools around her form.

Rohese flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Cupping the face of her pearl mask, Rohese settles it on her face before tying it in place with the rosy pink chiffon ribbons.

Rohese quickly removes a pale lilac chiffon ribbon from her cool silver hair, and returns it to its normal style.

Rohese flips her lustrous cool silver hair off of her shoulder, revealing a brief glimpse of pale green streaks beneath. When her hair settles, the delicate wisps of pale green are nowhere to be seen.

Rohese recites softly:

"In a realm where life and death entwine,

Lies a place cloaked in perpetual twilight.

A land where shadows and sunbeams align,

With flashes of silver and gold, so bright."

Rohese leans over slightly, reaching down to rearrange the faintly bronzed chiffon train on her twilight velvet gown. With a pleased expression, she slowly straightens her back, her hand tracing along the silhouette of her gown as she gazes about the area.

Rohese recites softly:

"The sky above, an endless canvas of dreams,

Painted in shades of lilac and amethyst.

Where the sun's last embrace forever gleams,

Mingling with twilight's hazy bronzed mist."

(Rohese moves her hand in a gentle wave through the air, her pale lilac chiffon ribbon accenting the movement by fluttering in a gentle arc to her right and then to her left. The flickering motes of light around her rise and fall, swirling with the undulation of the ribbon.)

Rohese recites softly:

"Trees with leaves of auburn and apricot,

Their branches adorned with blossoms of pink.

In this enchanting haven, they never forgot,

To dance in the breeze of mortality's brink."

(Rohese dances in a tight circle. Bringing her arms out from her body, she causes her rosy pink chiffon ribbon to spiral around her in a colourful display.)

Rohese recites softly:

"The Lazy River, a ribbon of liquid gold,

Reflecting the sky's pastel embrace.

Its slow waters, a story so far untold,

Winding through this tranquil place."

Rohese slips her hand beneath the faintly bronzed chiffon train of her twilight velvet gown, winding it about her forearm as she coyly nibbles her bottom lip. With a confident outward gaze, she dramatically tosses the train into the air, watching as it descends to the floor with a soft rustle.

Rohese recites softly:

"Creatures of whimsy call this place home,

With frond-like whiskers and skins of pearl.

In this eternal dusk, denizens freely roam,

With each day a haunting but beautiful swirl..."

Rohese lightly touches her fingers to the brow of her pearl mask, closing her misty grey eyes as she does.

Rohese lowers her gaze.

Rohese folds her hands.

Rohese quietly concludes, "Of perpetual twilight."

Rohese drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.