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lucetilogs2010-10-30 10:21 pm
lucetimods) wrote in lucetilogs2010-10-30 10:21 pm
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.)
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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Disturbing sounds right. I would hate to have a truly active imagination right now. [That's supposed to be a joke, I promise.]
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She laughs rather weakly though. That was not funny, man.]
Yeah? It'd be nice if that's all that makes the difference.
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He sighs a little.]
I'd have to agree. But I guess all we can do is hope the effects of all of this will fade soon.
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Yeah...and hopefully without any more strange side effects. Someone lectured me the other day about not getting checked after what happened.
[shiver] This place already gives me the creeps, though.
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They were only bruises, I suppose. [If it weren't for living with a healer, Caesar wouldn't have bothered getting checked out unless it prevented him from going about as he usually did. It wasn't exactly urgent.]
The tent? Last year's ball was a little nicer. [...] Well, nicer in that it was held in something of a ballroom rather than a tent.
1/2 I can spam you all I want since we finished a thread earlier, huhu.
That's what I told them. I'm still alive till now so it probably isn't anything too serious anyway.
Since y'know. Spam is delicious.
The tent's part of it, I guess. Though, honestly? I don't think I've ever been at a party where they had blood coming out of the fountain.
There's tacky and there's...creepy.
You can spam if you want to~ You can leave your friends behind~
I don't think it's blood. Not real blood. [He tilts his head. Had it been that way last year, too...? Ah, he doesn't remember. He hated things like this anyway.]
Spam spam delicious spam
I'd hope not. There are people drinking that stuff.
The best kind of spam!
I'm not sure why. With the way things have been here lately, the last thing I'd want to do is drink something they're providing for us in a creepy tent.
You mean there are other kinds of spam? :O
No kidding. Maybe they got thirsty...if you spend all day in here, it's not surprising if you're getting a bit parched, I guess.
There is the not-delicious kind? I... guess? :|a
Still seems a little too risky to me. But it's much better to be stuck in here than out there, I guess.
Are there non-delicious ones? 'A'
Still. What kind of captors throw a party for their captives? It's like the whole place just screams "Trap!" and we-
[She breaks off as there is a twinge of pain behind her. Her wings flutter slightly in the light breeze.]
I sure hope not! ._.
Caesar gives her a look, not bothering to respond to what she just said.]
Something the matter?
I suppose moldy spam WOULD taste terrible, though.
She glances to her back- there is a parting in the crowd, so it couldn't be anyone having bumped into her. Strange. And that was that sensation of pain...]
No, I thought I felt something but I must've just...never mind.
Ewww. :<
Imagined it? [But was anyone hallucinating in here anymore? He knew that he wasn't, and his brother wasn't, but...] Perhaps it was nothing.
See? It would!
[She reaches a hand to gingerly touch her right wing lightly though- the feather that had been taken was further from her shoulder and she can't really see it unless she spreads them. Still, it hurts though not as intensely as before...]
It makes me sad!
[Because you don't seem so sure that you just 'imagined' it.]
It's okay. There's more delicious spam to make up for it.
Well, I can't see anything so...would you mind?
Well. I can live with that, yes. \o/
Not at all. But, um... What exactly am I looking for? Anything unusual?
...meanwhile, this tag shouldn't sound as questionable as it is.
Uh-huh. I can't see anything strange from here so maybe...
[She glances around and moves back so that she won't hit anyone (Caesar included)- then she spreads her wings. Would it be easier to see like this?]
...you do this on purpose!!!
He's quiet for a moment, but he doesn't see anything strange. Although...]
Your feathers are a little ruffled, but I don't see anything wrong.
I have no idea what you're talking about. B)
Could they have gotten caught in something?
[And here she reaches up to feel for the zip on her dress but nope, it's still right there near neck. Nothing there.]
REALLY now. :|
Oh, Trap, your disbelief wounds me!
[What kind of person has illusions of pain anyway? She frowns--]
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