Thank you so much for the "liquid" trade! <3 I will remain "shhh" don't worry <3

I suggested the Survivor Memorial, don't know why really, it just appealed to me the most. :D

Thank you for the WL items, and for all the hard work you put in this story, Anon! I've enjoyed it a lot, and I hope you continue to write even more! ^^

I would like to see the clinic at the Survival Memorial, it seems like a fitting place <3 Thank you so much for all the fun, thank you for picking me, thank you for all the wonderful gifts and the fun, this has been one of my fav moments on subeta hugs I hope to see Grace and Bella around during Masquerade, I'll be looking for them in the crowd while dancing ;)

Not sure if I ought to post a new thread for this or not, but I got some trinkets from Grace and Bella.

Thank you so much! How did you know I was light on trinkets?

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<p>&quot;This Masquerade ball thing sure is fun, even if dressing up isn&;t much of my thing. Anyway, I didn&;t think I&;d see you so quickly, haha. Here&;s a little something from my soon-to-be wife and I. I hope this isn&;t the last we&;ll be seeing of you!&quot;

Thank you for the trinkets! ^^ Grace is looking great in that outfit~

You look so dapper, Grace! Also, "soon-to-be wife" awwwwwwww <3

Side note, but all of you on this page look super cool with your masquerade avatars! I need to change into a masquerade-specific avatar when I get home later.

Stepping away from the crowded dance floor, you make your way to the Libertine Lounge and prop yourself a stool close to the bar, resting your sore feet. The barkeep is nowhere to be found. Perhaps he took a break to dance for a bit. You then notice a hand-written sign reading, "Self-service. Drinks are on me while I take a break." Glasses filled with a creamy, green liquor are lined up on the table. You overhear someone whistle at your general direction. To your side is a woman with long, blonde hair swept against one of her shoulders. You hear another whistle. The woman looks to her left, where a man with blonde hair, clad in black, had taken his seat on the previously empty stool next to hers. His cerulean eyes dart from side-to-side. "Hey there, sexy. You got a date tonight?" The woman ignores him. He then steps on an empty side of the counter and jumps into the bar pit, gliding towards the woman. "You know, I can make better drinks than the barkeep over here. How about it?" He takes a cursory look at the shelf, taking a cocktail shaker from the bottom row, and a bottle of pistachio syrup from the counter.

I chose Interrupt him and Yes. Ofc I'm going to help Anjy~ I'm excited to see what kind of an adventure is waiting for us this time!

^Chose the same, I'd love to help her! It sounds dangerous, but fun~

I interrupted him. And just because I'm not her date doesn't mean it's none of my business. The lady's obviously not interested, buddy. So how about you back off! :P

Hold on now, Anjy! Shouldn't I put a mask on before you just start dancing with me? O.O xD

(So this is carrying on from Survival? Neat! Thanks for the gifts, anon.)

Message Stepping away from the crowded dance floor, you make your way to the Libertine Lounge and prop yourself a stool close to the bar, resting your sore feet.

The barkeep is nowhere to be found. Perhaps he took a break to dance for a bit. You then notice a hand-written sign reading, "Self-service. Drinks are on me while I take a break." Glasses filled with a creamy, green liquor are lined up on the table.

You overhear someone whistle at your general direction. To your side is a woman with long, blonde hair swept against one of her shoulders.

You hear another whistle. The woman looks to her left, where a man with blonde hair, clad in black, had taken his seat on the previously empty stool next to hers. His cerulean eyes dart from side-to-side.

"Hey there, sexy. You got a date tonight?"

The woman ignores him. He then steps on an empty side of the counter and jumps into the bar pit, gliding towards the woman.

"You know, I can make better drinks than the barkeep over here. How about it?" He takes a cursory look at the shelf, taking a cocktail shaker from the bottom row, and a bottle of pistachio syrup from the counter.

Interrupt him. Don't interfere. You decide to mind your own business. Maybe this woman won't be naïve enough to fall for a smoohtalker, a bad one, at that.

"Actually, I do have a date," says the woman. She looks at you and grins. "Well, I think it was you. Are you that person Sparkr matched me with?"

[[Choose either "Yes" or "No".]]

Yes You decide to play along and respond affirmatively. Could this be some scheme of sorts? She looked like she was minding her own business when you got to the bar.

"Don't try to fool me. Do you really think I'm that stupid You don't look the sort of person this fine lady would be interested in."

"Get a clue. I'm not interested in you, or anyone, for that matter," the woman retorts.

"I know who you are," he tells her. "Yeah, I'm Anjy Miles, no big deal. I know who you are, too." "I know where you live." "Lower Ziara? A lot of people know that. And I know where you live." "I also know where you're really from. Stop pretending to fit in with those degenerate lowlives. It doesn't suit you." "Besides, Lower Ziara is where I found acceptance! I wouldn't be here in the first place, if I knew you'd be chasing after me." "I will pursue you to the ends of Subeta. I will not stop."

She takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. "Ugh, let's get out of here. This guy's talk is giving me a headache." No

"What's with that guy?," you ask her.

"He knows some sensitive information about me. I mean, I'm human, you know? I make mistakes. Some of the things I did when I was younger are downright stupid, but they can cost me my career if he decides to publicise them." She looks to her sides, possibly checking if the man is still lurking nearby. "I know we just met, but do you think you can help me out? Please?" She gives you a puppy-eyed look, complete with a pout.

And the plot thickens...

Thanks for the drinks and trinkets anon! Hope you're having a fun Masquerade!

I look forward to the rest of this.

(I wonder if we should make a separate thread for this round of the gifting game?)

I also said I was Anjy's date, just, you know, solidarity, less being a skeev.

"What's with that guy?," you ask her.

"He knows some sensitive information about me. I mean, I'm human, you know? I make mistakes. Some of the things I did when I was younger are downright stupid, but they can cost me my career if he decides to publicise them." She looks to her sides, possibly checking if the man is still lurking nearby. "I know we just met, but do you think you can help me out? Please?" She gives you a puppy-eyed look, complete with a pout.

NEW PLOT!!!

And of course I'll help <3

"I'm Anjy Miles, just as I said earlier. This is my first Masquerade, and to be honest? That guy spoiled the mood for me. All I really wanted to do is dress up and dance." She extends her arm to shake hands with you, and you exchange introductions. "I can show you to some other place in Ziara, but I need to settle a few things, first."

She leans closer to you, and rests the side of her hand against your ear, to cover it as she whispers, "Do you know how to… hack a password-protected USB?" You feel your dance partner slide something in your pocket. As you palpate for it, you sense that the object is bulbous on one end.

"Hey, don't take it out while you're here. Just plug it to a computer, preferably something connected to a public network. Don't worry if you don't know anything about this. I have the hints, but I just can't remember the actual password for the life of me." Anjy cautiously glances to her sides, again. She hands over another object. You take a look at it, and find that it's a clawed mask.

"I'll be wearing that mask the next time we meet. I have to change my appearance a bit, with that guy on to me. Actually, I can hack that flash drive on my own. But if I do that, it'll be traced to me..." She asks you if she can borrow your phone, and texts something as quickly as she can muster.

You peer over the screen to see that she saved a message to your drafts. "The password hints are in your drafts. I don't really have much time, so I left my number there too. Thank you for the dance and the help, amigo." She then runs away and blows you a flying kiss, but not before sliding a few more trinkets to your pocket.

The lobby of the venue has an internet station, but considering the secrecy with which she gave you the flash drive, it might not be the best place to get cracking at that password. You take the flash drive out of your pocket, examining it more carefully. On one side, you see a sticker with "Property of Brandon Dorian" in small print.

Close to the Atebus Shop is a small internet café, a curious little place where you can order pastries and coffee while surfing the net or whittling away at a keyboard. The faint canned music playing from of centralised speakers is occasionally drowned out by the trashtalking of unruly youths who seem to be busy playing some new first-person shooter. You rent a semi-private terminal, located on one end of the room, where passersby are less likely to see what you're doing.

You plug the flash drive into one of the terminal's USB ports. An error screen immediately greets you.

You panic momentarily, until you see a notification to the side of the computer.

Clicking on the notification prompts you to enter the password.

It's time to work your magic, or rather, your puzzle-solving skills. Taking out your phone, you look for the draft Anjy saved in your messages:

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He is very conceited, but not so Obviously that he uses his own Name as his password.
Others would have expected him to Use the name of his lover, but he does not hold that much Respect for Anyone but himself.
Many have fallen victim to his Otherworldly charm, Not to mention the Gold he so flaunts every so often. They will all come to pass, and He will have nothing In the End. Victory will be mine, as long as I can guarantee the Erasure of one file from that Storage.

(917)558-4673

Thank you again oh creative anon! :)

I will set about reading this in more detail after I find something to eat. :)

I got this most recent package with the phone number! It's a NY area code so I'm tempted to text it what I think the password is...but if it's just some random person I don't want to bother them!! Lol Anon do you live in NY?! :D

OMG anon told me not to contact the number lmaoooooo sorry I'ma dunce I didn't I swear!!!

So I figured out the code hidden in there... and the number belongs to Xavier university...

Thanks Google! :)

(logs in) (clicks excitedly on keyboard) (hacker voice) I'm in

Ehehehehehe I figured out the secret too~ I'm so excited for this

Oo, this wasn't super tough to figure out! :)

I wonder what's in Brandon's files =O

So Brandon's involved. Wonderful. Well, I got the password, so let's see what this guy's up to now...

Thank you anon! <3

(I just woke up like 40 minutes ago after not getting much sleep, so I'm going to let someone else copy the latest message in with all its pretty formatting!) "Boyfriend?" and "Wouldn't that be risky?" because first of all, whoa, Anjy - but I guess we all make our mistakes, eh? My first two boyfriends were not good people either. Second, yes, that sounds risky and I am a little concerned about here, especially after she said "he will go BALLISTIC." and, tbh, a little concerned about me, this all sounds pretty dangerous. :P

p.s. i often get so wrapped up in the story that I forget to thank you for the gift! Thanks for allll the things! <3