lucetilogs | Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Who: Everybody!
What: The Halloween Ball is finally here.
When: Evening of October 31st. (Or earlier, for those who arrive pre-Ball to take advantage of the safety bubble.)
Where: In the village's main plaza.
Summary: After one of the most grueling weeks Luceti's ever known, it finally all comes to a head when a massive, spooky tent appears over the plaza. Once night falls, you never know what might happen...
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R for language or graphic descriptions, most likely.

It happens at midnight.

Without even a hint of a whisper, faster than you can even blink, the tent appears; a towering monstrosity of dirty, ripped canvas in stripes of black and red and white, swallowing the plaza whole. For most of the day it sits, silent and empty, with its great main flaps pulled open to show only inky blackness inside.

Step inside, however, and you'll see it's dimly lit with silver shafts of light that streak in through all those rips and tears. As foreboding as it appears, it's strangely peaceful inside.

Come 7:00 on the dot, that quiet, empty interior will instantaneously transform for the purposes of the evening. Even this sudden change, unlike many Luceti resident have undergone lately, is not as eerie as one might expect. Despite the gothic trappings, the blood punch fountain, there's something a little benign about it. Perhaps this is meant to be a reward for all that suffering you've been forced to endure for almost a week now.

Or maybe -- just maybe -- and who would ever think such a thing? -- it's not so benign after all.

(so, so sorry this is late, guys. have at it, comment-spam style! also, optional suggestion: put the time of day in your subject line title so we know if your character is showing up before or during the Ball itself.)

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[The pirate lets her, hastily taking the food and drink and setting it down beside him. Since the sheet does not seem to be in a hurry to snap down over his face again, he smiles and begins to eat leisurely.]

Oh, that's very nice, that is.

There! It worked!

[Ami will quite happily stay here and hold it up as long as she needs to.]

[Ami needs to meet a friend who will point out to her that she should NOT let the pirate take advantage. Sparrow leans back and looks up at the rather scandalously attired young woman, smiling.]

Ta, love. This, now---[A doubtful look at the goblet of...blood?]--what is it?

[But he's her friend. Or becoming one. Or something. Maybe. If it goes well. If she's lucky.]

I'm not sure. It smells alright. It's not really blood...I think.

[Jack dips a pinky into the liquid and licks it; after a moment--as he's still alive--he decides it is safe and takes a drink.] Punch of some kind--fancy. Unfortunate about its resemblance to blood, however.

[Ami takes a cautious sip of her own]

It's kind of good.

Oh, bugger...

[Unfortunately, when Ami goes to take her sip, the bedsheet decides enough is enough and snaps back down over Jack's face. Now the eyeholes aren't quite covering his eyes, so it's a perfect opportunity to reach out and grope around with his non-drink-holding hand. And find Ami's leg. Oh. Leg. Jack slides his hand up her calf and rests it just behind her knee.

Sometimes it's good not to be able to see.]

What's this then?

[That... that is her leg. But he's going to get offended and hate her if she really freaks out. Somehow, thanks to that fear, Ami manages to stay composed although she very firmly tries to move Jack's hand away before she answers.]

My leg.

[Jack allows her to remove his offending touch, grabbing her hand instead as she does so.]

It's lovely, really.

The... leg?

[Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. She doesn't think to pull away her hand right away, though. If only she actually knew what to say or do in this sort of situation!]

[Jack brings that hand to his lips. Of course, since his face is covered, he brings that hand to the warm bit of cloth covering his lips. It's so hard to be romantical when you're under a bloody bleeding buggered bedsheet.]

Aye. Come sit by me, lovely.

[Ok, her blush is now deep enough to be considered bottomless. It's quite the shade of red, too.]

Is it alright if I do?

[...Will he let go of her hand if she does?]

[Instead of answering he tries to tug her down. It has been a long time since he's been around a woman innocent enough to witness that color of blush.]

[Blink blink. Ami finds herself sitting beside Jack. The floor is suddenly fascinating.]

[And his arm is around her, too, jeweled fingers settling firmly against her, while beneath the sheet he is busy trying to get punch into his mouth. The experience for Ami might be something like getting tangled up in the bedsheets in the morning.]

I love parties.

Edited 2010-10-31 12:39 (UTC)

[More importantly than feeling a bit stuck...]

Sparrow-san, I don't think it's good to act that close right away.

[Notice how stiff she is? Like a board? Or a really nervous corpse?]

[This clearly means Ami has not yet had enough punch.]

Clearly, Ami lass, you have not yet had enough punch. [He somehow gets his goblet out from under the sheet and raises it.] A toast! To being alive!

Edited 2010-10-31 15:18 (UTC)

[She echoes the toast, though she gives the 'punch' a suspicious look now; it isn't alcoholic, is it?]

To being alive.

[Hers comes out much quieter and calmer]

[If Goroh really HAS been pouring whiskey into the punch? It's alcoholic. Jack takes a nice long drink, still holding her firmly..]

[Oh, dear. She really needs to get away, and Jack doesn't seem to be listening to her. She screws her courage to the sticking point and sets her face in a determined expression.]

Please let go.

[He lifts his arm and releases her, giving her a little bow as he does so.] As you wish, darling.

I know that you're just teasing me, but, I feel kind of nervous about it somehow.

That might be the ghostly shroud what's making you skittishish. Perhaps next time we meet we'll have it off.

....

The sheet, I mean.

...I don't think that's the reason.

Darling, you don't need to say another word. Why back home, the very name of Jack Sparrow has the effect of frightening the wenches.

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omg I laughed so hard. Also, why is this girl not on your CR post yet?! XD

GOOD THING BOTH HIS HANDS WEREN'T FREE, AMI! And it's because I've been busy, but she will. XD

I love these two like you wouldn't believe.

XD I feel bad for Ami because of his sleaziness

Pft, he isn't hurting anything. And she probably secretly likes it.

OH SURE THAT'S HOW IT STARTS OUT XD

Be glad she's not Darkury anymore. She'd slap him. Hard.

Last tag for now, I have to run to work. 0/

aww; i'm sleeping soon anyway. NANO STARTS when i get up, so i may be slow but will be tagging <33

Gah good luck with that!

thanks! <3 we'll see how it goes

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sorry, Jack; it's not you, it's her.

It's never his fault.

Of course not.

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