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Entry tags:
- !event,
- destiny: drifter,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- 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.
South Dakota | OTA
Except there's the whole being one of the bodyguards for the Mayor things, and while she probably put up a big enough stink to get out of it, well... She's pretty well stuck having to attend at least for a bit. It's not so bad, really, she's been to formal shit in fancy clothes chatting to snobs before. Funding events and the such, getting trotted out so possible donors can see the soldiers they could be funding or whatever. Just a bunch of bullshit where she can't even wear something she wants to, has to play nice with snooty rich bastards, and is bored out of her mind.
So far, not much is different this time, either. She's stuck wearing a bunch of shit that's not really her style, she can move and easily bust a nose if she needs to, but she's not thrilled about any of it. And she's stuck trailing along with the Mayor, keeping an eye out for threats while eavesdropping for any useful information. Which, of course, she doesn't hear a word of, nothing worthwhile in any of the brief encounters. It's all meet, greet, move to the next fancily dressed dope.
Thankfully, she doesn't have to be glued to the Mayor for the whole ordeal. She wasn't told specifically she has to stay at the ball, but she figures it's pretty much implied she should, just in case shit goes down or someone tries something stupid. Her mild indifference about the Mayor has turned more to slight distrust after everything with the murderbots and such, so the instant someone else comes in to relieve her of duty, she's off in a flash.
She can be found mostly around the "adult drinks", or overfilling a plate with food, maybe even peeking inside or possibly hanging out in the quieter rooms. Occasionally, she's outside, getting a break from the nonsense inside. Hell, depending on who asks and how, she might even humor a dance with someone. She hasn't danced formally in years, but she's not really itching to get out there, either. More or less, South is roaming around a little bit of everywhere, keeping busy and somewhat avoiding any risk of getting too close to the Mayor and getting roped back into babysitting duty.
Re: South Dakota | OTA
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A Violet Room Encounter - Because I love their negative CR tbh
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Drifter | Destiny
Now he did, if it became necessary, procure himself a tux with a mandarin style long coat, a bowler hat, and a plague mask because like fuck was he going in there without the full of his face covered. But right now he's just sitting there, staring down the scope of his rifle.
The clothes will be waiting there until he really wants a better look at. Until then? He's just gonna sit back and see what people do.
"Excuse me! Ladies and gentleman and everything in between, I got a trick or two I can show off, if you take a notion to indulge me."
And then he performs one of his coin tricks, tossing it high, kicking it up with his heel and toe, spinning around to catch it in his hand.
He's starting to gather a little bit of attention, and from his perch he can see what's going on.
2. Putting on a Show
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Lorna Dane | The Gifted
B. Green Room is Best
Green Room
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Mingling
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Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human
He's spending a great deal of time looking for bombs or devices that aren't there, just so he's sure that things won't go further downhill for everyone. They're all going to be under a scrutinizing glare now. He doesn't want them to come searching for them with any more determination than they already have.
There's nothing to find, but for right now it's something that can hold his attention, and he wanders around commencing operation "discreetly check the back rooms".
Hank's a little grouchy. He's realized at this point that he's doomed to spending the evening alone, and that's making the bad, hateful parts of his personality scrape at the surface again. Because he bothered to fuckin' get dressed the fuck up and now he gets to play wallflower like a stupid-looking asshole. God, he even fucking did his hair. How fucking long has it been since he spent more than two fucking minutes making his hair look like a reasonable human being? He even managed to pull off that Rooster Cogburn era Jeff Bridges look.
But nope. He gets to stand here and look like a fuckin' prettied the fuck up horse's ass, fielding the occasional department pleasantry with a tight smile and occasionally a tight fist. At least he's pulling off 'stoic' in a dark blue dress uniform with gold-braided trim and a metallic mask.
He snags a drink off a bar station, listening to someone tell him all about 'these kids today' if Hank didn't already live through being the butt of that and will agree with him, searching for an escape. All he has to do is hang in there long enough for it to feel natural and then he'll leave.
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I. Premises Secured
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Yuna 🔮 Final Fantasy X-2
She was lovely, the party was elegant and stunning, but Yuna had a singular goal when she stepped through the door.
She was looking for someone.
Discretion was the better part of valor but in this case Yuna hoped that those around her might excuse the sudden interruption. She brought her fingers to her mouth and a loud clear whistle shouted from between her lips as the air evacuated her lungs.
There were probably better ways to walk into a party.
Exploring;
By remembering someone, they became immortal.
She walked around the different rooms and listened to the bitter sweet music that floated through the halls. Each room was a little different and each color reflected across Yuna's white dress as if she was the final piece of that room. All but the black room. It felt as if nothing fit in there.
Yuna found another decorated skeleton, this one looking too real for her liking. Spira didn't have things like this. People didn't leave anything behind when the died... except for the fiends. Without thinking about it, Yuna did a simple prayer of sending, bowed her head to the statue, turned and returned to the main party.
From then on she could be found watching people dance, even dancing herself, speaking in each colored room but she never returned to that black room or the skeleton she'd blessed.
Wildcard;
Exploration - Purple Room
Exploration - Purple Room
Whistle
Whistle
Naminé 💙 Kingdom Hearts
She didn't realize that she was standing in the middle of the hall and likely blocking the way. Everything was too overwhelming for her to see and experience more than the color that flooded her gaze.
The mask offered her some anonymity but it placed her in a sea of unmoving faces.
She'd never been to a party like this and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing. She wore a nice dress, orange, like those around her but it was less elegant than some. Naminé had liked the simple design and the soft blending of color at its hem but it wasn't as grand as many of the other dresses she saw. She had a few golden beads around her neck and wrist but it was very subdued compared to much of the party.
Dancing;
So she ended up at the edge of the dance floor, longingly watching as the people move in lovely graceful circles.
Once again she had the urge to paint or somehow mark the scene but perhaps it was lovely because it was fleeting.
Everyone looked so elegant.
An Accident...
She abandoned the drink on one of the side tables and made her way outside. She was breathing heavily and her body felt too warm to be sequestered in the crowded hall.
Naminé continued to move away until she found herself alone. The hum of the party filled her ears along with a distant ringing that echoed just at the edge of her awareness. "What was that?" She placed her fingers to her forehead before taking a seat at the foot of a tree.
She'd return to the party, once the world stopped spinning.
Dancing
An Accident...
Arrival
Nida | FF8
There was nothing like a party to make someone, well, relax probably isn’t the right term for it, but Nida likes to pretend it is. So, parties for relaxation, even if he moves with a bit more control and purpose. He had, after all, had SeeD uniform, and a matching black mask with intricate gold patterns, prepared for himself for the night and the festivities. He does mostly avoid the ice sculptures
and the mayor’s entourage for that matter, and wanders around until he finds the dance floor.The best part of any party is the dancing. And Nida smiles in spite of himself and moves to the nearest unpartnered person. Time to trot out a line that is hopefully just as effective as last time he went to a ball, if less accurate.
“If I say it’s my birthday, would you dance with me to celebrate?”
Because Nida? He’s never been able to resist a good ball.
Morbid Curiosity
Of course dancing can only last for so long. In Nida’s case that meant that he really needed to consider the advantages to being in a place like this. Which, in this case, is poking around. Glass of bubbly apple juice in hand he moves carefully through the main ball room, quietly shadowing the mayor and doing everything in his power to not give that away. Which, of course, means occasionally breaking off to duck into the variety of side rooms. It’s not until he comes into the black and red room that he stops. Stops and shudders, wrapping his arms around himself. It’s… not a good shade of red for him, and from his rapidly accelerating breath, definitely causing the start of a panic attack.
Isn’t that a fun way to live his life? Especially with him standing in the doorway, temporarily blocking it.
Dancing's Not a Crime
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Dancing's Not A Crime
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David Alleyne - Marvel Comics
After a bit of time in the main ball room he does find himself forced out of the room with a pressing need to recover. Strange how he'd never thought himself bad with a lot of people. Or perhaps it was just that he'd never been as paranoid in a large group as he was now. With that in mind he chose to settle himself down in the purple room, knowing that would set off well against his own color choices as he nursed his glass of white wine, carefully lifting his mask to sip at it without leaving his face uncovered long.
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Zack Fair | FF7
It wasn't like Zack had been to a lot of parties before. ShinRa wasn't really that big on inviting any of the SOLDIERS except for the top level ones. Which meant that Zack had often had to sit out company affairs. Which was what made today so exciting. A ball? A party? Damn right he was in. And in meant pulling out all the stops. A dashing green suitwith a nice pink flower at the lapel so Aerith would have no problems finding him, and horned mask bedecked with more pink flowers made him visible in a crowd.
Of course one of his first moves is not for the dance floor. Honestly? Zack's never danced in his life. No, he's bound for the buffet. Because he's excited to see what sorts of snacks might be available for him. What? A guy's got to have some energy for an evening, right?
Socializing Up A Storm
Mingling is good, right? Very good. So when he's not snacking, Zack's on the move through the crowd, cheerfully approaching anyone who looks like they're having fun. Not the people who seem bored or like they'd rather be anywhere else. He grins and offers out his hand and nods to them.
"Isn't this party the absolute best? Oh, what's your mask supposed to be? Ever been to one of these before? Why'd you pick that color? Ever wonder why we're celebrating the people who died and remembering them, like, has anyone ever met anyone from then?"
And maybe some of those things are meant to be leading questions, hoping he might get some clues to bring back to the unspoken resistance his buddy Cloud was starting. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone who has been here a while. Chances are, though, he's not. Either way, he can learn something new.
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Erik Lehnsherr | OTA
His date for the night is Charles, obviously. But he does, as he has a tendency to do, wander off from time to time. He can be found:
A. Listening to music. He may even be persuaded to dance, if the band plays something with a decent rhythm.
B. Looking at the food, but eating very little of it. He tries to keep kosher, after all, and has no faith that the people running this thing have ever even heard of it. (Liquor is fine, though. Go figure.)
C. "Aimlessly" exploring whatever areas he can get to, and casually observing everything he can. These people are obviously up to something and he's not about to be taken off-guard.
D. (Closed to Charles). Well, the obvious. He brings him a drink. Scotch, neat. And yes, he's preening a bit. But if he can't peacock for Charles what is the point of dressing up at all? "Enjoying yourself, old friend?" He takes a seat, sideways so he can stretch his legs out, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his head on his hand. That soft, pleased sort of smile creeping across his face because he still can't quite believe they managed to work this all out.
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Crazy Jane (Karen)
"Oh my God, this is insane!" is Karen's ecstatic reaction to every aspect of the ball: the chryselephantine main room, the ice sculptures glittering as guests swathed in vivid masked finery danced to the elegant string music, the magazine-perfect spread of beautiful food and drink, and the bright splashes of fragrant flowers. It's a gorgeous feast for the senses and she gets to wear white, silver, and a mask, like the princess every little girl dreams of becoming when she grows up. It couldn't be more perfect! Though, maybe if she had set this thing up she would have slightly fewer skeletons and gone light on the "remember you will die" theme. Memorial or not, Karen intends to enjoy herself and sample everything the party had to offer. Life was for the living.
And if she has to do that with an android chaperone following her around all night, she can live with that. At least it makes her look popular, right?
The Meet-Cute//Pietro (and Connor)
"All night" may have been an overstatement. Karen thought things had been going fine but that view was challenged partway through the night and, through circumstances she preferred not to dwell on, found herself locked in an uncomfortably small room with no one around. She hadn't been in there long, only a few minutes, but you wouldn't know it from the pounding of her opera-gloved fists against the door.
"Let me out of here! You can't do this to me, I didn't do anything wrong! Don't trip out on me and be a hater bitch!"
She crosses her arms, glaring at the door while huffing, and gives it a tiny kick with her shiny silver high heels. "Not fair," she pouts, feeling extremely sorry for herself. There was a big beautiful party out there and now she was stuck in here, through no fault of her own. "Is someone out there? Anyone?"
THIS CAN ONLY END WELL
I'm already scared
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Wanda Maximoff 💥 Marvel Cinematic Universe
She truly hated politics and politicians but she found it easy to mask her feelings while working. She was a professional and this was a job. Wanda dressed the part, wearing a stunning slinky dress that clung to her curvy frame. The fabric was black around her neck, fading to a dark maroon as it approached the floor. There was a long slit along her thigh, showing off one lovely leg as she walked and a pair of strappy black heels. It wouldn't be ideal for fighting but Wanda was used to fighting in dresses and the slit allowed her to move without being needlessly encumbered.
She was comfortable in the attire, wearing a golden mask to keep her identity hidden while also adhering to the dress code. Red hair curled freely around her exposed shoulders, framed between her shoulder blades whenever she tossed her hair back over her shoulder. She wore a few rings, bracelets and necklaces; all her usual fare.
Wanda didn't look imposing as she moved through the party but there was something in the set of her shoulders that made her akin to a cat, biding its time to strike.
Wallflower
It reminded Wanda of the last party that she'd attended. That event had been a New Years party for those trapped in the quiet village and it had involved walking through a dimensional door where her clothing had automatically changed into something that belonged in the Great Gatsby. That had been a lovely night too, similar to this one in many ways. There were a few people she missed, those she had been close too and even someone she was beginning to have feelings for. It was difficult to think that it had all happened over five years ago in her time. The memories felt fresh.
There were people at this party she cared for; her brother, her friends but the atmosphere had changed. There was a shadow hovering on the horizon of this jovial event.
It was hard to believe that anywhere was more foreboding than that lost village.
Wanda hoovered at the outskirts of the party. She watched the dancers with a glass of a pristine bubbly liquid in her hand that she occasionally sipped at. She was happy to watch; to see the smiling faces of those attending while keeping the anonymity of those around her. There was something tantalizing about the mystery and without meaning too, she found herself smiling.
A little part of her wanted to join in the frivolity more but for now she bloomed against the wall, out of the way.
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Wallflower
Tidus | Final Fantasy X
Decor
“I know this is a dance for the dead, but did they have to?”
Tidus would be referring to what else, but the choice of decor: and in particular, a rather ghoulish depiction of death similar to this one, lurching over to stare at those who approach it with an eyeless yet haunting look. Or that’s the creeping vibes Tidus is getting, shivering to himself.
“Ergh!”
Party Food/Drink
At least there’s refreshments, which Tidus decides to take a pick of. He wishes he could take some back, but his pockets are small, the food not the kind that’ll fare well getting squished, annnnd maybe those ominous things are the front door won’t like it. Well, it’s not his fault certain people decided not to come.
But why not have some small talk with the food? He won’t interrupt anyone deep into stuffing their faces, but will ask anyone else conversationally, “Hey, is this your first time at one of these?”
Or even, “Do you know if there's going to be a speech later?” Because it seems like something that would have a speech attached.
Colour Rooms
He doesn’t really care which colour room he ends up in (though the black room is, well, a little too black), but Tidus takes to the quieter spaces after a time, leaned against a wall for support and his head tipped back, sinking into his own silence, some place of inner comfort. While the rooms are more appropriate for chatting than the busier floors, he’s using them to fall into a silence himself: maybe giving the odd person a ghost of a smile, but otherwise keeping to himself, sometimes staring off. A change of mood from the social butterfly he was putting on around the ball. But hey, everyone gets tired.
But he has a bad habit of rubbing a hand into one of his arms, staring at them, watching his fingers flex in, out, in, out, his expression tight.
Wildcard
In general, Tidus can be found around in each section open to the public at some point, being spooked and doing his best to avoid the representations of death, willing to take dances if anyone asks or they somehow end up on the floor together (though be careful, his steps can get wonky), or fiddling now and then with his mask, like he’s not sure if it’s okay to take off or not but like he really wants to.
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Patricia Tannis | OTA
Technically, Tannis's clothing and mask qualify. Technically, she's following the rules, so there. She's regally uncomfortable and she looks like it, sticking to the edges of the main room and trying to remember to breathe. To think, she could be all alone designing an experiment, or doing an experiment, or something else for science. Something preferably involving no other people and not even the threat of other people. Sometimes she did miss living by herself on a dig site in the middle of nowhere.
She might be found clinging to a wall, or maybe talking to a fancy chair (they're all so...attractive). She may or may not have a drink, but if she does, she's just holding it, and not actually drinking it. She is certainly not going to muddle herself with alcohol when she might need to flee at any moment.
Peace and Quiet
Eventually, she finds her way into the white room and breathes a sigh of relief--it's so much quieter in here and yes, maybe it's not too much to look at, but after the terror of being in the main room around so many bodies, it's very, very welcome. She can actually relax somewhat in here, even if her clothing isn't exactly comfortable, and she'd still rather be at home. At least there's a place to recuperate.
Maybe she can just get away with staying in here forever. Or at least until everyone else leaves so she can get out without anyone else bothering her, getting into her personal space, god forbid breathing all over her...
No, Patricia, don't think about that now, this is supposed to be the place to calm down.
"How do people manage this?"
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Domino | OTA
Kind of seems like "why the fuck not" is going to end up being Dom's motto around here, and this time it's really no different than the weird waterpark shenanigans. She did really lucky, though, and found a gorgeous dress and a mask to match in no time flat. And hey, a party actually sounded really nice. Even if she had her doubts about the motivations behind it. Whatever, right? She'd get lucky. She always did.
It's gorgeous in here at least, and there's food and that's always a plus. At least they know how to throw a party, even it's suspicious. But hey, at least she had a reason to wear the dress. It was too pretty to waste.
She wanders through the main hall first, mostly just enjoying having so many people around her, stopping for a chat here and there, grabbing a drink (or two. Or three, maybe) and just having a good time in general. That's been a rarity lately. Well. Until the weird water park. Did that even count as fun, though?
"Hey, how's it going? Enjoying yourself?"
Pretty Pretty
Damn, even the rooms outside the party are nice. She's wandered through all of them, but gravitates back to the red and blue ones. They match her, and all. But it's nice to be out of the crowd too, and she can definitely appreciate the art and everything that went into the place. And the planning. And all of that shit she didn't have to do. Enjoying herself was hard enough work already.
Ha ha.
She's definitely got a drink this time, sipping at it slowly and taking her sweet time taking in the scenery. She's going to have a good time, dammit, even if she has to make it work. It wouldn't be the worst thing she's ever had to make work.
( lucky lucky )
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charles xavier | x-men movies
[ charles does enjoy a good party. or, more accurately, he did. that was a long time ago and the most, it stirs some old nostalgia in his bones. he doesn't wear anything fancy, just a suit and eyeing the decorations mildly. to whoever is close by, charles speaks up. ]
This has certainly has . . . left a statement.
[ and yet, it's still better than his last party. ]
( b. could you wait to call me another day? )
[ the party is nice, at the start. but as people fill in, something about the tenor of their thoughts has him massaging his forehead in pain. death, pain, disease, fatality . . . these sensations seem to slip under his radar, leaking through. he moves his hover chair to the corner, pressing his palm into his forehead in vain.
if someone is nearby, he won’t notice until they’re up close, his head snapping upward, apologetic. ]
Oh — My apologies. I didn’t see you there.
( c. wildcard )
[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? ping me on
b. could you wait to call me another day?
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kyoko sakura | OTA
It comes out as a marriage of western and eastern designs, with a cat-shaped mask with a design that reminds her of fire and stained glass. It's loose and comfortable and permits a larger freedom of movement than a lot of the outfits Kyoko's observed from Drifter's sniper nest.
It's a simple matter to wait through the guards checking her over and slip into the crowd. But the downside of impulsively making up her mind about coming inside? She didn't consider she's going to be forced to face down the fact that this is a party celebrating death.
[ 01 | BALLROOM; how i wish those words were mine ]
It's the statues that get to her. She's not any kind of cultural or art connosieur, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they represent. Kyoko finds herself frozen in the middle of them all, jaw clenched and fingers curled tight into fists. A party celebrating death. A party... that celebrates --
It suddenly feels like there are too many people around her, and she hates it. She hates that so many people showed up. She hates their fancy clothes. She hates their hidden faces. She hates the mournful music. She wants to break the arms and legs of everyone in the orchestra.
Anger boils in her throat, a choking feeling. Her hands itch for the weight of her spear. It would be so easy to tear into these statues. They're only made out of ice. She wouldn't even need her spear. She could just call up fire and melt them down.
And that's when someone bumps into her. The crowd is big enough here it's easy for someone as short as she is to get overlooked. But with her mood the way it is, she doesn't just take the hint to get moving instead of standing around. She spins around, eyes blazing and teeth bared.
"Hey! Watch it!"
[ 02 | BUFFET; i'm praying for peace of mind ]
On the bright side, at least there's food.
And there's a lot of it. Kyoko doesn't even know what most of it is. But even if she wasn't in a bad mood, that wouldn't matter to her. She's not a picky eater. She'll eat anything put in front of her, which... at a buffet, is not necessarily a good thing.
Her plate is piled high enough it's in danger of toppling over. But that isn't stopping her from reaching right in front of you -- whoever you are, at whatever part of the buffet you're at -- trying to get at the food you're standing in front of. "Oi, move over."
Manners? What are manners?
[ 03 | WILDCARD; we all just want some spice from life and you know it ]
[hit me up at
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Tim Drake-Wayne | OTA
Tim is generally of the opinion that "The Plague" is not a good theme for a costume party. First of all, even in a city that survived a plague... who does that? Second of all, it seems like basically an invitation for something to go wrong. He's annoyed at the prohibition against weapons, even if it makes sense, but he did decide to attend. It's not like he's that much less dangerous when he's unarmed anyway.
And--he arrives in style. The look he's chosen is basic black, but his mask is where he decided to get a little creative. He's chosen a plague doctor mask, in keeping with the theme of the party, and has finished the look with a jaunty hat. Creepy? Maybe. But so is this whole theme.
He divides his time between keeping an eye on the people he knows (he doesn't trust this thing), and trying to find ways to listen in to conversations among the people who are ostensibly in charge of this city--something he believes less and less as time goes on.
[Enjoying the party?]
Tim visits each of the monochrome rooms in turn, and he is not impressed. He still thinks that a party themed around the Masque of the Red Death is in pretty poor taste, considering the city's history. And also? The Plague came to that party. He is not interested in contracting the Plague
again. No, thank you, unsubscribe to all further contact.He shakes his head a little, clearly unamused. "Who thought this was a good idea?"
Enjoying the Party
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aqua | kh | ota
She can be found by the punch fountain watching it and getting a drink, by the food, or just walking around the dance floor. Eventually, she's had enough of the party and decides to head to one of the small rooms to take some time away, like she had at the young adult's club on Iteration world. Sometimes, a person just needs some time away from all the partying.
While she's out in the main ballroom, she's friendly enough and if someone asks her to dance, she might just say yes!
Small Rooms
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cloud strife | final fantasy 7 | ota
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THE HAND | reactions welcome, interference will be met with equal force
Four Iterations march through the crowd until they reach a tall man wearing a red tuxedo and matching domino. "Jason Todd," one says, as the other three surround him, "please come with us. You are wanted for questioning. Your cooperation is appreciated."
Despite having been through this before, Jason does not immediately cooperate, and he doesn't even have the excuse of being in shock this time. "This again?" He scoffs. "What is it now, someone's kitten got stuck up a tree and it's time to round up the usual suspects?"
The Iterations are not impressed; they are programmed to retrieve Jason tonight, and that is the only task on their central processing units. "This will be your only warning," another Iteration intones. "Do not resist. We are fully authorized to use force if you do not comply."
"You know what you can do with your compliance?" Jason retorts, but he doesn't have the opportunity to complete that thought, because one of the Iterations produces an electroshock attachment to its hand and shoves it against the back of Jason's neck. He screams in pain and convulses, collapsing to his knees. The musicians stop playing and the ballroom noise quiets as the crowd's attention is pulled toward the commotion.
"You metal mother- !" he yells, but he's cut off by another electric shock delivered to the center of his back, and his words become another incoherent scream of pain. A second Iteration steps in with a sedative syringe and shoves the needle into the side of Jason's neck, and the concoction knocks him out almost instantly. The Iterations grab hold of Jason's limp, now-unconscious body and carry him out through the front door, place him into a transport van marked with the Dualis PD logo, and drive off into the night.
The musicians pick up where they left off, and the ball continues.
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Loki Odinson | OTA | Prior to Jason's "removal"
Helping himself to a glass of punch, he can be found idling about the refreshments and making light conversation with the other guests, ever the dutiful citizen by all appearances, but does eventually make his way to the main ballroom where his attention is grabbed, rather apprehensively if his expression is to be followed, but a rather imposing ice sculpture.
Otherwise, he'll mingle with the best of them, and can also be found exploring any of the various private rooms, though he seems to have a particular affection for the Green room and visits it more often than the others throughout the night.
(OOC: Feel free to run into Loki wherever, seriously! He's mingling like a proper mingler :D)
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when loki pauses bc of sculpture
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Vincent Valentine | OTA
This sort of affair is not something Vincent Valentine would normally attend. Far from it, really, but it afforded an opportune way in which he could glean a better understanding of Dualis as a whole, and thus he came. His fashion sense was uninspired but functional for the affair, though his hair, unrestrained without his usual headband, obscured much of his mask. His crimson eyes were even more obvious with the red of the mask, but he didn't seem concerned with that, either. He keeps to the outskirts of the arriving crowd or hovers near the refreshments, not approaching others but watching various conversations as they transpire.
02 - Ballroom
He does pause at the ice sculptures, gazing up apprehensively at one in particular, hands, bare of his golden claw as it was considered a weapon, clenched as he gazes upon the visage of Chaos, the reaper of corrupted souls and herald to Omega, the End of Worlds. Eventually he swallows and moves away from the sculptures, finding a place along the outskirts of the crowd to wallflower and people watch unless someone finds him, hoping to catch a glimpse or overhear a useful conversation at the gathering.
He gives the Iterations a wide berth, though, feeling naked without his weapons, having even been stripped of his materia. It only left him with one way to defend himself, after all, and that was a beast that was unruly and difficult to control when the transformation took control.
Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
03 - The Red Room
A true introvert at heart, eventually he has to escape the crowds of the main hall and he finds the most comfort in the red room, where he can be found quietly siting in contemplation on a chair. While he doesn't avoid any company that may approach, he doesn't invite it, either, his gaze focused somewhere in the middle distance. Soon, he and Cloud would be leaving the city, hopefully finding answers beyond the confines, but what they might be were certain to be bad.
A part of him didn't want to know, but it was a quiet voice and one he knew to ignore.
04 - Wildcard
(OOC: He'll be making rounds at the party, seeing if there's anything he can learn by observing, so if there's anything specific you'd like, go wild!)
02 - Ballroom
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Seifer Almasy | OTA
The opportunity to wear a modified SeeD uniform and make it look a hell of a lot better than Squall was a surefire way to get Seifer to cooperate. If only to irritate Squall, who really deserved it after that network post of his. The presumptuous ass. He'd still not been forgiven for that.
Of course now that he was there that left Seifer with the question of what the hell was he going to do with himself? Not like socializing was really his thing after all, and until he found Squall to go make a point of ignoring him he'd have to find some other way to entertain himself. Drinks and food is always a good place to start. As well as trying to keep an eye on his errant brother lest he get himself into trouble again
too late. Maybe he'll even find someone to humor him with a dance. Of course with the suspicious nature of the city itself and ever growing paranoia spending the night keeping watch for anything interesting or noteworthy was a given. Unfortunately eavesdropping on the mayor was leaving much to be desired.Those conversations were exactly as shallow and vapid as he'd have expected from a public figure. Politicians were great at that.
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Mira Nero | OTA
Besides, she's in the Imperial Guard. If she ever turns down a free drink, start composing the eulogy. She's carrying one of those free drinks when she has to take a sudden step back to avoid someone who seems to have had a few too many of same--and bumps into the person crossing behind her.
Terrible situational awareness, but she hides her chagrin at her minor failure, a feat made easier with half her face hidden as per instructions. Even in a place she'd rather burn to the ground than live in, Mira's a reflexive rule-follower, and has made no attempt to avoid the dress code, to the point where she's even left her chainsword at the dorms. It feels a little wrong to be at a fancy party without a sword, but she's out of uniform anyway, and if a fight breaks out, she'll just take a weapon off someone trying to use it on her.
"I beg your pardon," she says automatically before she's even fully turned to look at her victim, the translation rendering her speech in whatever the equivalent of a cultured English accent is to the listener. "Clumsy of me."
[Warhammer grimdarkness opt-out post here.]
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