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dualislogs2019-11-16 05:12 pm
headandhand) wrote in dualislogs2019-11-16 05:12 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- destiny: drifter,
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- doom patrol: crazy jane,
- ff10: tidus,
- ff10: yuna,
- ff7: sephiroth,
- ff7: vincent valentine,
- ff7: zack fair,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- ff8: rinoa heartilly,
- ff8: seifer almasy,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- kingdom hearts: naminé,
- marvel comics: david alleyne,
- marvel comics: michael morbius,
- mcu: loki odinson,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- oc: nick rivenna,
- rvb: south dakota,
- the gifted: lorna dane,
- warhammer 40k: mira nero,
- xmcu: charles xavier,
- xmcu: domino,
- xmcu: erik lehnsherr
oh, we dance in misery
WHO: Open to all Dualizens!
WHAT: the Plague Memorial Masked Ball
WHERE: the Mayor's Mansion (central Dualis)
WHEN: the evening of November 16
WARNINGS: Visuals/discussion of disease and death in the setting. Anything else, please use appropriate warnings!
At 8 p.m. sharp, the lights inside and around the Mayor's Mansion turn up, and the doors are opened to the crowds that begin to trickle inside. All entrances are manned by Iterations, and all party-goers are scanned for both proper attire (formal and masked, mandatory) and weapons (absolutely forbidden) before being allowed entry.
Once inside, attendees are greeted to a spectacle of warmth and light and lavish decorations, all themed in white accented with gold and violet. Venture into the ballroom, and you'll see intricately carved ice sculptures in various representations of death, all laden with garlands of marigolds and violet chrysanthemums. At one end of the room, a rotating cast of musicians plays soft music in differing arrangements of strings and piano. Long tables at the other end of the ballroom are piled high with punch fountains and platters of delicious party foods, and a few bar stations serve beverages of the more adult variety to those of age.
Outside the main ballroom are seven smaller rooms, for more intimate conversations and quiet recovery from the main gala (or just skulking like a brooding weirdo, if that's your thing). Six of the rooms are decorated in monochrome blue, purple, green, orange, white, or violet, and the seventh room is pitch black with red accents.
Throughout the night, the mayor herself winds in and out of the crowds, shadowed by a pair of bodyguards. She is all smiles, greeting people with a friendly handshake and effusive words of thanks for attending the ball, but she never stays in one place long enough for a true conversation. This is a celebration of life and a remembrance of the dead, after all - not the time or place for talks of business or politics.
Enjoy yourselves tonight, everyone! And remember - death eventually comes for everyone.
WHAT: the Plague Memorial Masked Ball
WHERE: the Mayor's Mansion (central Dualis)
WHEN: the evening of November 16
WARNINGS: Visuals/discussion of disease and death in the setting. Anything else, please use appropriate warnings!
At 8 p.m. sharp, the lights inside and around the Mayor's Mansion turn up, and the doors are opened to the crowds that begin to trickle inside. All entrances are manned by Iterations, and all party-goers are scanned for both proper attire (formal and masked, mandatory) and weapons (absolutely forbidden) before being allowed entry.
Once inside, attendees are greeted to a spectacle of warmth and light and lavish decorations, all themed in white accented with gold and violet. Venture into the ballroom, and you'll see intricately carved ice sculptures in various representations of death, all laden with garlands of marigolds and violet chrysanthemums. At one end of the room, a rotating cast of musicians plays soft music in differing arrangements of strings and piano. Long tables at the other end of the ballroom are piled high with punch fountains and platters of delicious party foods, and a few bar stations serve beverages of the more adult variety to those of age.
Outside the main ballroom are seven smaller rooms, for more intimate conversations and quiet recovery from the main gala (or just skulking like a brooding weirdo, if that's your thing). Six of the rooms are decorated in monochrome blue, purple, green, orange, white, or violet, and the seventh room is pitch black with red accents.
Throughout the night, the mayor herself winds in and out of the crowds, shadowed by a pair of bodyguards. She is all smiles, greeting people with a friendly handshake and effusive words of thanks for attending the ball, but she never stays in one place long enough for a true conversation. This is a celebration of life and a remembrance of the dead, after all - not the time or place for talks of business or politics.
Enjoy yourselves tonight, everyone! And remember - death eventually comes for everyone.
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She shrugs again and adjusts her leg and dress, not at all exposing more of that tattooed thigh, "First off, 'aftercare' only really means one thing in my mind, and I'm not sure you want me to go there right now. Second- are you saying having more scars would make me unattractive? Cause that's rude as hell."
South's teasing, even if she says it with a very much hurt voice. It might be able to pass as genuine, if she could stop that dumb smirking and teasing twinkle in her eyes. Jeez, David, calling her dog-butt ugly for having scars? Hmm? So rude! She's very much upset, ignore the playful look in her eyes, she is pained.
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"No. I'm saying that wearing more scars than is necessary isn't good for you. The tissue is thicker than normal skin, and can be difficult to move. Without appropriate aftercare like scar-tissue massage and exercises, the thickness of them can impair movement. And there fore harm your ability to fight."
He even keeps his voice level, sorry about that. He's not giving away his amusement that easily.
[idk if you wanna noodle this still but if not feel free to mark as read and leave it :D ]
"Alright, all I'm hearing is first you tried to say my scars are ugly, then offered to massage them." Definitely what happened. "And I mean, you are all up on my leg right now, so. Sending some confusing signals here, pal."