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Kaitlyn Holliday. Yeah, Kate was short for something, can you believe it? Anyway, right now she was sitting in front of a computer. For whatever reason, someone was asking her to do a complete overhaul of the suspension system on their car. It was a hefty task, but for the price that was offered to her, it was something that she was more than willing to undertake. After all, that was what she sank herself into hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt to learn how to do. She was putting that Engineering degree to good use. Typing in some numbers on the computer, various numbers and graphs were being spat out to her on the program. To the average eye, they didn’t really mean much, but to Kate, they were exactly what she needed right now. 

Camber, toe, rebound rate, ride height. Those were just some of the things that she needed to figure out soon if she wanted to get it done on time. Taking a sip from the cup of black liquid, she sighed out of boredom as graphs and more numbers were spat back out at her. The goal was to maintain perfect balance and make sure the car could handle as well as it could. Being that the customer’s car was a fat Nissan 370Z, the task proved to be more difficult than she previously anticipated with the sheer nature of the car and how it was built. She was rolling her eyes so hard that she could practically see the back of her skull. She would've given anything in the world to have an excuse to stop doing this. This was frustrating her so hard she could feel her brain dissolving with every number she inputted and every adjustment she made.

Then, her phone lit up, rumbling the entire desk as it flashed the homescreen. Who would text her at this very hour? Kate was perplexed. Picking it up, it turned out to be none other than Jamie, also known as one of her besties. The other, was of course, her tattoo artist. Opening up the text, it was something that she hadn't really expected. She was expecting a meme of some sort, some car trouble, or just some random bullshit that Kate was more than happy to indulge herself with. Nope, it was something that was entirely out of Kate's realm. An invite to a party? A masquerade, nonetheless? What the hell even [i]was[/i] SPECTRUM? Whatever the case was, Jamie had just sent Kate a ticket to the party a few nights from now. 

Kate looked up above to the corner for a second. Truthfully, the mechanic didn't have anything planned on that day, but she liked to act as if she did. Shrugging, she texted Jamie back, indicating that she was going to accept. It sounded fancy, so why not? She had some dresses she wanted to bust out and slay in. Might as well use the party as an excuse to wear it. Hopefully Jamie was going to be there. Otherwise it would've made for a rather awkward time, and Kate was awkward enough as it was already. She could already anticipate that she might have had to retreat to the bar, provided there was one, if there was nobody she knew there. It might've been a waste right off the bat, but that was an issue that Kate was going to deal with if she got there.

For the time being, Kate looked around to see if her boss or any coworkers were around to see what she was doing. Not like it mattered, anyway. She knew her boss was busy watching whatever reality TV show there was on her computer. Minimizing the tuning program, she pulled up the browser. Google was her best asset right now. The first thing on the agenda right now was to figure out just what exactly a 'masquerade' was. She had some idea but she never really had a concrete idea as to what it was. The sooner she got to the bottom of this, the better off she would've been later down the line.

[color=D71657][b]"Now what the fuck... I have to wear a mask...?"[/b][/color] Kate's eyebrows furrowed, [color=D71657][b]"These masks are ugly..."[/b][/color]
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Anna was spinning in her chair in her little cubicle as she was at yet another day at her 9-5 job. Honestly, Anna hadn't anticipated on being stuffed into a cubicle all day when she was slaving away at those late nights and grinding away in front of those textbooks. Anna thought she'd spend a lot of her days in a laboratory doing cool shit. But nope, there she was, sitting in a cubicle and watching her inbox get fuller and fuller by the minute as emails were flying all over the company about various questions. There was the occasional Taco Tuesday email from Debra in QA, or the one-off email in IT that told people to stop watching porn on the employee network. But for the most part, Anna could afford to ignore most of them, since by the time she would get to it, the question would either be resolved or the sender would've made their way to Anna's cubicle. 

Right now, Anna was staring up at the ceiling. She waited for the clock to strike 5:00 PM so that she could get up and out of her cubicle and haul ass back home. She was so done with this place... but then again the paychecks were so good. It was just another day in the life of Anastasia Ivanova. If Anna had a gun right now, she honestly would've shot herself. She was sooo bored that goofing off on the internet and shopping virtually didn't interest her either. All that was on the screen of her work computer was her inbox, which just had messages keep coming in and in and in. How many questions needed to be asked about a small component that went into a prosthetic arm? It had been answered countless times, but yet people [i]just kept fucking coming.[/i]

To save her from her woes, her manager came to her cubicle, an envelope in hand. Uh-oh, was Anna in trouble? She didn't do anything to be fired. Reprimanded? Yes, but to be fair it wasn't her fault that her coworkers were so god damn stupid and brain-dead. Sometimes people could use a good chewing out, even though she was one of the newer employees here. But, her manager was one of those people who took NO SHIT, and had his way with Anna. Not the good way either. 

[b]"Hey Anna... I just got word from upstairs about something the company held earlier."[/b]

[color=ffffe6][b]"What are you talking about?"[/b][/color]

[b]"Didn't you enter the raffle the company had earlier this year?"[/b]

[color=ffffe6][b]"Oh yeah, I did. Why?"[/b][/color]

[b]"Well, you won."[/b] The manager handed her the envelope, which felt strangely a little heavy. [b]"Have fun."[/b]

With that, Anna's manager walked off, leaving Anna to her vices yet again. The Ukranian looked at the envelope, before taking a pair of scissors and running it across the top to open it. Inside? A ticket to SPECTRUM'S party a couple of days from now. Anna gasped. She knew the implications of going to a party like this. She had heard of SPECTRUM's festivals before, but she had never been able to attend. The last time they had one of these, she was a broke ass motherfucker in university. She had forgotten that it was happening again this year, which made the whole ordeal so much sweeter.

[color=ffffe6][b]"Shit... this means I gotta find a dress!"[/b][/color] Anna murmured to herself, before wheeling over to her computer. It was time to hit the websites, and see which one had the best dress she could wear. Nothing in her closet right now was up to par for a party like this. It was going to cost her a lot of money, but she figured it was going to be worth it if she were to find something to definitely stun people and make impressions. She hoped that the party would open up some opportunities for her.