Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

[lucetimods]

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.)

Comments

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

How utterly tedious and orderly. [Yeah, it's the whole idea of creating things that bothers the demon.]

[goldenglasses]

Then how about playing checkers? And making up a new rule every turn? It would get pretty hectic after awhile!

[notabluesbro]

...or punching yourself in the face until you're unconscious.

[Don't you even think about giving me a look Vash, I'm being very gentlemanly in tone.]

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

That would be quite pointless. [And he grins at that, obviously there is something he knows that you two do not.

But anyway, this is growing tedious, so he is going to teleport away now.]

[goldenglasses]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand as soon as Yuber's gone. TURNING TO WOLFWOOD NOW.] Do you really need to try to piss off a demon who enjoys killing and causing chaos in a tent full of people?!

[notabluesbro]

Hey, hey, hey, I was being really damn polite all things considered! I was just recommending a hobby or two!

[goldenglasses]

...you told him to punch himself in the face.

[notabluesbro]

I recommended he punch himself in the face. That's not the same at all!

[goldenglasses]

It's close enough!

[notabluesbro]

BETTER THAN SAVING A DEMONIC KILLER FROM CERTAIN DEATH!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT?!

[goldenglasses]

Well... you know... it was an unfair fight and he needed a hand.

[notabluesbro]

Needed a hand?! Needed a hand?! LAST I CHECKED, HE TRIED TO SPEAR MINE! How about you stick to your 'not killing' thing but let others beat the shit out of someone who deserves it?!

[goldenglasses]

But I couldn't just sit there! To just sit there and do nothing is almost the same thing as killing him myself!

[notabluesbro]

Almost—but it's not! What would all the people that monster's killed back in his world think, hearing some love and peace gunman saved his life?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash looks away. Considering afterwords he had found out Yuber had killed the man trying to kill him. Yeah, he has an idea about that. He's just going to sit quietly and pout.]

[notabluesbro]

[Damn you and your pouting.


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...I really fell asleep?

[goldenglasses]

It's been a long week.

[notabluesbro]

[It suddenly occurs to him that he was more than happy to have had this argument—for a while, they hadn't had one. Not with all this stuff going on. That meant things were finally about to go back to normal, didn't it? At least, they could go outside without seeing these images, come tomorrow.

He pushes up on his glasses, tired eyes looking out at the crowds of people. He slowly draws out a cigarette, looks at it for a moment, and then clasps it away in one hand.]

...Yeah.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash stands.] I'm going to try to wash this stuff off. I saw some food over there if you're hungry.

[notabluesbro]

[Aaha, and he puts one finger up, ready to make a point—]

I'd rather drink as much as possible until I can't see my own feet, actually.

[goldenglasses]

Well, I'm not dragging you home. You better hope Meryl takes pity on you.

[notabluesbro]

[Facepalm, as he rises to his feet.]

You're awfully cruel, you know—

[Ack! He staggers forward after something... pinches at his wings. Typically hidden under that big coat he gave to Xion, but now quite exposed and down one or two feathers... Perhaps from that figure that was there just a second ago.

Whatever the case, he suddenly feels a little sick from the heat radiating off his wing.]

What the hell...?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's eyes narrow. There had been a quick blur that had run behind Wolfwood. He goes tense and his eyes dart around the room. Who was it? There are so many masks and people in this tent that it's hard to narrow it down.]

Are you alright?

[notabluesbro]

[He forces himself upright, paling a little. A moment of feeling sick to his stomach, before he's recovered well-enough so that all that's left if a sensation of light-headedness.]

I'm all right.

...Something messed with these crappy wings.

This is totally me sleeping

[goldenglasses]

I know, whoever it is moves quick. I didn't get a good look. [Vash's eyes keep darting around from person to person. Waiting for one to disappear or to suddenly have feathers held in their hands.]