champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Mateo has decided very much at the last minute that he'd quite like to attend this weird Ludo masquerade, and that means making a costume. Luckily for him, several citizens in Haulani seem to be having the same idea, and in one of the market squares, a few tables have been set up before a fountain where people can stitch and snip and put together their outfits. Flanking the square - of course - are an array of stalls selling fabric, trim, accessories, masks, you name it.
The botanist has been drawn in like a moth to a flame, surprising nobody at all, his arms already full with a bolt of midnight fabric, a length of silver ribbon, and a few chiming little bells. He's ooooing and pointing at a mask template at another one of the stalls now - one that will cover half of his face vertically (a la Phantom of the Opera, don't you know), and the merchant grins and turns to get it down for him.
"That will be perfect, I think," he gushes, indicating for the merchant to perch the mask jauntily atop his pile of other purchases.
The botanist has been drawn in like a moth to a flame, surprising nobody at all, his arms already full with a bolt of midnight fabric, a length of silver ribbon, and a few chiming little bells. He's ooooing and pointing at a mask template at another one of the stalls now - one that will cover half of his face vertically (a la Phantom of the Opera, don't you know), and the merchant grins and turns to get it down for him.
"That will be perfect, I think," he gushes, indicating for the merchant to perch the mask jauntily atop his pile of other purchases.
