Sat Feb 04 21:57:24 3006 The scattered moons of Demaria gleam brightly in the starry sky. Transformed from just a bare stretch of beach surrounded by rocks, the area has been set up with tables laden with food, a temporary stage and dancefloor to one side, the outdoor kitchen and bar on the other. The hostess is standing ready to greet any newcomers, arms laden with the necklaces of flowers that everyone else seems to be wearing. Daniel makes his way onto the beach, in Masquerade uniform, he doesn't do much right away, looking over the tables, stage, and the arrivals already on the beach.