the cake is a lie - mask vigil afterparty

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Sometimes Feza really, really felt like she'd done a good job on a party. Times like her first kazoo class, the ice slip game, and the snowball fight were all festivities that she felt as if she'd done great with. The first kazoo class, despite how proud she was of the set up, had ended in a vast failure. The ice slip game had a one-person turn out, so it was also a failure. The snowball fight? At that point she'd about given up and thrown in the towel when only one person had, again, showed up. Same person. Same lion. She wondered if her parties were becoming stale. That certainly couldn't be the case. She strove to make every party it's own blaze of grandeur. They were all unique and fun and festive and worthy of the cardboard box gods.

Feza, the guardsman, the resident party thrower of Tanglewood, had been tasked to host a Mask Vigil afterparty. An afterparty had briefly confused her, but she'd quickly sorted it out and figured out that it was basically the same as a regular party. Instead of preceding an event, though, it came after - and Feza only then realized why the 'after' was attached to the name as she carefully nudged another candle into a position she deemed satisfactory. It was nearing midnight. Her mind was horrifically torn on hosting this at midnight. Her first party had been hosted at midnight and it had led to her getting told off. She'd put off thinking about ideas for this party ever since that incident came to mind. It had caused for clenched teeth and rigid body posture. Feza ignored it now. She'd find the time to banish it permanently later. The candles were nice, they lit up the tavern in a way that some could deem quite spooky. Feza, personally, thought it was nice and dim.

Food, really, was most of what consisted of the set up. No random side activities, for Feza knew that this was an official party. The cardboard box gods had not approved it. She simply was not allowed to throw her own spin onto things. By the books it would be, much to Feza's distaste. She'd managed to cook, and her lovely caterpillar taste testers had certainly given her constructive feedback. They were all back home now. Feza wished they could have attended. She'd throw them their own party later. There was, of course, cupcakes and other pastries that were covered with layers of vibrant frosting so thick that it was questionable how the pastry beneath was managing to support it all. There was some meats, some fruits, but the vast majority were awkward pastries. She stepped back, looking over her work. It was nice. She liked it, even if it wouldn't put her in the favor of her gods. Her feathered wings flapped and she launched herself back to the doorway. "The party- the mask vigil afterparty is starting!" Feza shouts, "there's food, there's music, and we've got some killer lighting too! Come show off your, your brand new mask if you earned one!" Sure, with her tone deaf nature Feza couldn't actually hear the music. She understood it was playing, though. It would be festive, Feza assures herself as she plasters a smile for the first ones to arrive.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY