Beach Bois Masquerade - 1764

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BEACH BOIS MASQUERADE

As issued by the Minister of Events and Projects, Emeline Le Doulcet

~ The Grand Harvest, 1764 ~

[THEME SONG]

 

 

~SUMMARY~

Following the success of the wondrous Festival of Bears, the Sutican Ministry of Events and Projects is proud to present the Beach Bois Masquerade, taking place on the top of the Sutican castle. Bring your masks and fancy dresses, or sunglasses and swimsuits. Either works. Participate in yet another lottery, where you can win a large amount Minas. There will be dogs. Pet dogs. Dogs are cool. But more importantly, masks. Bring lots of masks. 

At the end of the masquerade, a king and queen will be chosen and rewarded with a crown to commemorate the event. Each will be decided based on a voting system based on your outfit and mask. Anyone can sign up. 

 

 

 

~ATTRACTIONS~

• Sport a cool-looking mask

• Wear fancy dresses

• Participating in a lottery with a huge, to-be-disclosed-at-a-future-date jackpot

• Bring pets because pets are cool

• Win masquerade king or queen

 

 

 

~RULES~

• If you die, you can’t sue us

• No kidnapping allowed

• You must wear a mask to attend

• No weapons are permitted within the castle walls

• Before entrance, you will be asked to lift your mask to prove you are not banished or something

 

 

~OOC INFORMATION~

Date: Saturday, April 18th

Time: 4 PM CST / 5 PM EST / 9 PM GMT

Location: The top of the castle (directions will be available on the day of the event)

Contact: For questions, comments, or concerns, please contact LotsOfMuffins#0119.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

The Trade King applauds the Ministry’s diligence, sharing the invites with his closest associates!

[MeteorDragon 3441]

11 minutes ago, LotsOfMuffins said:

If you die, you can’t sue us

 

Xavis frowns ”damn it”

[TrueBananaz 46]

Talo looks at his simple clothes and checks the amount of minas in his pocket “I guess I’ll go broke buying some nice clothes for this.”

[Trigamar 77]

Timoteo Lo’Reta Alejos would be taking a nap in the streets of some city or other, when God, his pet seagull, would flutter up to him, carrying an invitation in it’s beak. No, it’s not that inteligent, it just though it’s master could turn it into food. Timoteo would stretch, taking the letter as he yawned, handing the Seagull the map that had led him to Marsumar. I say map, it’s more so a piece of bread with the word ‘West’ carved into it. He still didn’t believe that Marsumar acctualy existed, but that’s beside the point. Timoteo would get to his feet, wandering off in search of some fabric. And a mask. Or something.