WELCOME TO THE COSTUME BALL!

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WELCOME!

Welcome to Delta Delta Delta's 12th Annual Costume Ball! This has been a tradition ever since 2000, when the Sisters all decided that the new milennium needed something different. Instead of being a Greek-only event, this ball is open to the entire school. It's in the biggest campus ballroom, but it spills out into the Union and onto the green, with speakers in all three areas. The ballroom is decorated with glittery gauze, fog, and various Halloween decorations while the outdoor areas are filled with Jack-o-Lanterns and fake spiderwebs.

Tickets are $15 and 50% of the proceeds go toward breast cancer research, in honor of breast cancer awareness month. At the end of the night, there will be a costume contest into which everyone who wants to be is entered--as well as some people who might not want to be. Remember--don't leave early unless you're coming back! Delta Kappa Epsilon's Nightmare Night starts right after. And by the way, there's plenty of food.

Guidelines

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4. Annnnnnd have fun!

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[coralie annette diamond]

costume!

As both a member of tri-delta and the president's best friend, Coralie was one of the first to arrive--second only after Ruby and the decorating committee. She herself would have been on the decorating committee, but she had a bigger job as costume maker for plenty of girls in and out of the sorority and the hours leading up to the ball were some of the busiest she'd had yet--fixing costumes, last minute taking-ins, seams ripping, etc. She'd just barely managed to get herself ready in time to come. Luckily, she'd had her own dress ready for weeks and spent the time before Halloween looking everywhere for the perfect accessories.

Coralie was ready to party now, though, and she was at the ball waiting for all of the other guests. She was not the sort to just stand around her friends when a party was going on, as much as she liked doing that. No, this school-wide [and pretty much city-wide] event was the perfect opportunity to mingle and make new friends and she was going to make the most of it.

[cadence amy ste julienne]

costumeee

Cadence was trying not to be intimidated by all the university students. She thought she was done with all of that crap when she graduated in Detroit, sororities and whatnot, but Holly wanted her to go to the Orange Island U Halloween party- and Cadence wasn't going to turn down a chance for a free drink. She put on her go-to Halloween outfit, Aviation pioneer and feminist icon Amelia Earhart- except that she had worn this in Michigan, where it actually got cold in October. She was wearing way too much leather for Florida, and it was starting to get sweaty in under her flight helmet. She should have just taken the piss and gone as a sexy something. Realizing it wasn't too late, she unbuttoned a few on her oxford shirt, and although that didn't help entirely, it at least didn't make her look like she had a huge stick up her ass.

Upon admission, she made her way immediately to where drinks were being served, and scrounged herself up a beer, holding it tightly by the neck. There was a reason she didn't go to schools. Although it was nothing like Wayne State, Orange Island still made her feel the constant anxiety and nausea that was characteristic of Cadence's university experience. So, she coped the same way she always did. Drank.

She didn't know anyone except for Holly, but Cadence didn't want to be that girl who followed her friend around the whole night and ended up totally cockblocking and making everyone have a terrible time, so she sucked up her social anxiety and tried to put on a face that would look receptive to people talking.

[anthony cole beaumont]

Anthony didn't really care much about dressing up. Growing up, his parents had always just bought him whatever nice costume he wanted and so he never really had to get that into it. Since about 16, his costumes had just been an attempt to look even sexier and he thought he had pretty much achieved that this Halloween in his dark pirate costume.

While Nightmare Night was his event, he still had to make an appearance at the costume ball. This would, of course, be the time when he got to meet all of the girls in lingerie costumes and ensure that, when the real festivities began, they all came running to him.

He walked into the ball and nodded to Coralie, passing her by because he knew that she was too prim to be useful. The only other girls he saw were under Ruby's thumb or dressed too much, so instead of talking to anyone, he grabbed a beer and started circling.

[holly madeleine cummings]

Moll Costume

Holly was relatively timely by nature, but she never showed up on time for parties. The one exception was school events, because those weren't really meant to rage on into the night, especially not this one because there was another event right after. She had also invited her friend, which meant that she should probably arrive close to when the other woman would. This saw Holly scrambling in her salon to get her makeup perfect and to pin her hair up a la Singin' in the Rain as best she could with the amount there was so that she could rush over to campus in her tiny dress and giant heels.

Upon arrival, she spotted Cadence and realized that their costumes could not have been more different. In fact, Holly was sure that Cadence's fully-coveredness was going to cramp her completely-uncovered style--unless she got hot in the night and started stripping. Still, she'd invited her and she had to be nice because they were friends and friends were nice to each other. Sort of.

Deciding she, too, would need a drink to get through this, Holly made her way to the beverage table and found a light beer--she still needed to fit into the dress by the end of the night, after all. She considered grabbing a second one just in case, but after deciding that this would be overkill, she made her way to Cadence and shook her head. "What are you, Snoopy?"

[jenny claude macdermott]

COSTUME

For one night every so often, Jenny was willing to temporarily suspend her total hate of Greek life, but only when free liquor was her incentive. She'd do just about anything for body-shots, and if she had to put on a costume and act like she liked a few girls in a sorority to do it, she'd do it. She dressed up as a hamburger. Usually she'd be one to assemble her own costumes, investing hours of work into minute details of highly original concepts, frequently involving drag. Jenny loved dressing in drag. Still, dressing up as a hunky piece of man meat was almost the same as dressing up as a piece of cow meat, garnished with vegetables and cheese, between two pieces of bread. Plus, she was a sexy hamburger, so that had to mean something.

"Hey, sister! she said to every Tri Delta girl she could find, in an acidic, sweet tone. Clearly already drunk, she immediately took a presence beside the bar, hanging out with a lit cigarette between her lips, just like a real hamburger. She examined the sorority's selection of malt liquors, pouring herself a solo cup of bourbon to supplement her already high blood alcohol level. At this point she was probably inebriated enough to wonder if lighting another cigarette would make her a human incendiary bomb, but it didn't seem to deter her.

[jacob chase carlson]

Jake hated being on campus, especially when it involved Greek events. Thankfully due to his job's crazy hours, he had rare occasion to do so. He could blissfully spend his time far away on the beach, pretending that he did not in fact work and live in a college town.

Tonight, however, was different. After receiving the memo about the threats against OIPD, Jake took it as his legal duty to hang around and check on things on his day off. Seeing as it was Halloween and a costume ball, Jake figured he had to dress up to at least blend in a little bit.

This was how he was wandering around in a ninja "costume", complete with a sealed bottle of water. It wasn't that he didn't trust the students around him; it was that he hated alcohol. Okay, and he didn't trust the students around him. Being a vice cop, though, he knew he was smart to be distrusting. Bad things happened in unsealed containers.

Jake took a sip of said water now, wandering around. The ball wasn't yet in full swing and students were still arriving, so he stationed himself at a random corner and leaned back to watch the partygoers arrive and make mischief.

[daphne adelaide flynn]

Daphne loved keeping young people out of trouble. In a parallel universe, she would have been a teacher in an inner-city, one of the ones like in the movies who all of the students loved and respected and made better decisions with her influence. Thus, she was not only delighted to be on duty at the DDD costume ball, but she would have been delighted to even volunteer there. The students may have mostly been her age, but they were still at a dangerous time in their lives, a time when decision-making was difficult and they often chose the cheapest, most alcoholic--and therefore dangerous--route.

Since she actually knew a lot of the people there, having recently graduated herself, she decided to forego the uniform and go as a costumed cop. In her bag were all of the things it detailed--a gun, a knife, some Tylenol [drugs], a smoke bomb, and then various other things she needed to take with her. No one would suspect this, since her bag listed them all already, so it was the perfect undercover disguise.

There didn't seem to be much to do other than drink and gyrate up on people and Daphne's costume, though not huge and covering, was definitely not as sexy or slutty as most of the ones she could see and her canary wings stuck out like a sore thumb. The only person who seemed interested in her was the girl who'd made her dress, who gave her a wave and a big wink when she walked by. Sighing, Daphne looked around. At least if she was alone, she could save people more--though she couldn't help wishing that Hugo or Teddy or Alistar were there to alleviate the boredom.

Also because she didn't drink much and she didn't trust the Greek students, Daphne had brought her own stash of water bottles. She was just pulling one out when she saw another person drinking from one. After squinting, she realized that she recognized this other person and made a beeline for him. "Hey, Jake!" she said, holding up her bottle. "I guess we're drinking buddies, eh?" She nudged him like they were friends, felt awkward about it, and tried to laugh it off.

[jacob chase carlson]

Jake had noticed Daphne almost immediately because of her wings, and had inwardly groaned. It wasn't that he disliked her at all; she was nice, and friendly, and very dedicated to the job. She was just so...awkward.

Almost as if he had verbally dared her to, Daphne came over and awkwardly bumped into him. Jake was never one for personal contact to begin with, and his mouth hardened into a line before he forced a polite smile. "Daphne," he said with a nod. "Are you on tonight?"

He really hoped she was on duty. If she wasn't, she would be one of those annoying types who liked to be near students. Jake couldn't commiserate with someone who liked to be around them.

Not that he would even if they didn't.

[sophia vivian williams]

Sophia wasn't sure why she was here. She loved halloween but didn't usually go to parties for it. This was her first year not working at a church "Fall Fest" or "Trunker-Treat" or wrangling the younger siblings around the neighborhood as they gathered their body weight in candy from the elderly. She missed the last minute prep that had to be done and the sewing on ripped costumes.

But that was just not possible this year.

And so Sophia had gathered her costume and needed to wear it somewhere. If she was lucky, she would run into someone she knew. But that was actually mostly unlikely. Most of the people she knew were likely to have other friends to hang out with but at least she had beautiful wings to wear.

[alessa daniela mercanti]

Alessa had never loved Halloween until she reached college. Her parents had been strict Catholics and incredibly superstitious, and letting their children out on the day that all the lost souls were out hunting was definitely a surefire way to eternal damnation. It had taken them years before they allowed the Mercanti brood out on the town for trick-or-treating, and by that point none of them were young enough to do it--not even Alessa.

Never letting this deter her, Alessa now wholeheartedly embraced the holiday. She always embraced her "wild" side, dressing far more daringly than she allowed herself normally--and that was pretty daringly. She had decided to forgo the normal "sexy" costumes and this year had gone for hot, sexy, and grungy: rock band groupie.

Adjusting her many necklaces and bracelets, Alessa entered the party and was disappointed to see it hadn't yet gone into full swing. She was typically fashionably late and liked to arrive right in the middle of things, but somehow this plan had not panned out. Spotting her bestie, she made a beeline over and squeezed Coralie's hand.

"Oh my God Cor you look amazing!" she squealed. "I love that hat!"

[cadence amy ste julienne]

Cadence bumped Holly's shoulder in lieu of a traditional greeting as she approached with a beer, asking a question that immediately ground at Cadence's gears. "Snoopy, really," Cadence said, sipping her beer and trying to forget how sweaty she'd probably be by the end of the night. As much as Cadence liked Holly, it couldn't be said that they were similar in any way. In that Holly didn't seem to know the world's most favourite pilot when she saw her. "I'm Amelia Earhart, can't you tell? I'm one of history's most important women," she said, putting on her best transatlantic accent, or at least talking the way Hilary Swank did in the movie. She'd never actually heard the real Amelia Earhart speak, so she was kind of just playing the whole thing by ear.

"It's really hot, though, this costume used to be just the right amount of warm in Michigan. And it's the only one I have," she whined, mostly for the sake of whining, but she was open to Holly's suggestions on how she could either cool herself down or change it to something else. Something sexy perhaps, which seemed to be the entire point of being female on Halloween. Very un-Amelia Earhart-ish, but she supposed she could get into the swing of things, if only for one night. She was usually reserved in dress, owing mostly to a very Christian upbringing, but also to a desire to get ahead in her work by skills alone, not by looks, but secretly Cadence loved to channel her inner 'sexy executive'- with subtle hints at being a total whore both in the bedroom and in the boardroom. Even Amelia Earhart would agree that sex appeal got you everywhere.

[holly madeleine cummings]

Holly rolled her eyes. No one she had ever met would have ever guessed 'Amelia Earheart' for a costume--and no one she had ever met other than Cadence would have dressed that way. She supposed, after looking at her for a few seconds, she did remind her of that movie with Amelia in it. "Hey, at least I got that you were a pilot." She shrugged and took a long gulp of her beer--it went down easy since it was light.

She wasn't surprised that her friend was hot. After all, even half the amount of layers she had on was hot on a south Floridian Halloween and here she was, wearing a leather jacket and a hat and pants. "I don't know if I can help you without scissors unless you can run to your car and grab shorts. And you can take the blouse off and just zip the jacket up to here." She put her hand near the bottom of her cleavage, about where her own dress stopped. "And I would lose the head thing and scarf."She waved her hand toward her head. "You're going to hate yourself if you don't. And the goggles are enough."

[jayden anthony bradly]

Jayden had thought about wearing something cool and suave but the chance to pick out his own costume (and it could be as cheesy as he wanted?) had him quickly discarding that idea. He wanted to dress up as a werewolf, and not the new kind of werewolf. He wanted to dress up like the cheesiest, most actually like a wolf/human hybrid that he could without covering himself in fake fur.

Jayden walked into the party and looked around to see what he could see. He saw a few people that he sort of knew from classes but nobody he could really hang out with. He decided to wander around for a bit. He would probably run into somebody he knew soon enough.

[cadence amy ste julienne]

Cadence sighed. On the one hand, by updating her much too modest costume she would reduce body temperature and increase sex appeal, not to mention dressing like a hussy would be a really decent 'fuck you' to her puritanical foster parents, not that they could see her now. On the other hand, she would be profaning Amelia Earhart's memory, creating a bad example of professional women, and, like, what if someone took a photo and sent it to her boss? Students didn't have to worry about this, they didn't have to trouble themselves with scraping ahead in their industry. But, the desire to not be sweaty and gross overpowered her moral compass and work ethic, and taking a good long drag of her beer for good luck, she unbuttoned her blouse and zipped the jacket up to her bust-line, removed her army-surplus flight helmet, keeping the goggles so that she was still dressed as something, and peered down her front, appraising the damage.

Cadence was in black lace, since she only owned nice underwear. She didn't really have tits to speak of, but when she wore a bra the implication was there and could be seen as sexy by default, or at least so she assumed. "Dude," she said, no longer taking it easy on the beer, "You could probably see a nipple if you tried." It was kind of surprising to her. She wasn't accustomed to associating sexual overtones with her own body.

She balled up her shirt in her hands, not really wanting to run it out to her car. She hung back against the wall and kind of poked her discarded clothing into a cranny where nobody would think to look for a ladies' blouse and leather helmet, chugged back the rest of her beer and abandoned her bottle on a table. She ran her fingers through her hair as she returned to Holly, trying to rid herself of hat hair- not that it really changed anything. Cadence's hair always looked the same. "I can't say that I miss Uni, shit must suck every other day of the year.
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