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sirenspull_logs2012-10-27 06:17 pm
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Entry tags:
- ahiru,
- allen walker,
- alois trancy,
- alouette,
- aoko nakamori,
- ciel phantomhive,
- dave strider,
- diego armando (godot),
- dirk strider,
- discord,
- gustavo fring,
- ino yamanaka,
- jake english,
- jesse pinkman,
- jesse turner,
- jessica hamby,
- julian sark,
- kaito kuroba,
- karkat vantas,
- larry butz,
- lisbeth salander,
- marco,
- mia fey,
- raul creed,
- scathach,
- vesper lynd,
- warsman,
- xerxes break,
- yukio tonegawa
Halloween Masquerade Ball
Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!
The Community Center has been transformed into a sophisticated autumn dance hall, with bits of Halloween decorations around the room. When the door opens, you find yourself in the hall before the main room, someone ready to take your coat, if you have one, and another ready to give out bracelets. That way no one who shouldn't be drinking won't be able to.
The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet
And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.
Last call for food is two hours before sirens, and then the last call for drinks is an hour before the party finishes. You might want to be careful when it gets to be that time, though. Around 1:00 am, the party is going to change, due to a series of unfortunate events. You may not be very hungry or thirsty for awhile after.
Thread List:
Ahiru | Lisbeth | Vesper | Alois | Jessica | Jesse | James | Crowley | Castiel | Mia Fey | Discord
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!
The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet
And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.
Last call for food is two hours before sirens, and then the last call for drinks is an hour before the party finishes. You might want to be careful when it gets to be that time, though. Around 1:00 am, the party is going to change, due to a series of unfortunate events. You may not be very hungry or thirsty for awhile after.
Ahiru | Lisbeth | Vesper | Alois | Jessica | Jesse | James | Crowley | Castiel | Mia Fey | Discord
Open!
But unfortunately, Crowley thinks these gatherings are networking opportunities, and he'd demanded a date. Castiel had agreed after much bitching, but had almost backed out of that agreement when he realized he would be expected to dress up.
Finally, he'd given in and just let Crowley dress him in what the demon surely thought was a hilarious costume. Castiel is just glad it's relatively simple; the black suit and crooked, illusionary black halo sell the costume on their own. However, there'd been a more difficult and dramatic touch done as well.
Castiel's own wings are visible through a combination of charms and some ridiculously complicated warding magic so as not to be dangerous to look upon, and so the massive black appendages are folded gracefully against his back and shimmering attractively in the party lighting. They're so big they surely look fake, unless one pays attention to how they move, then it's quite obvious they're real.
Castiel had insisted 'fallen angel' isn't really a costume when it's what you are, but it's not like Crowley ever listens to him anyway.]
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Urk!
[ Which is he's dreadfully surprised at walking into Castiel, full-on. It's as if the man simply doesn't appear in his peculiar version of sight. He's annoyed, at first; and embarrassed. Time for Plan B: ]
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[ He grabs at Castiel's arm. He'll just pretend to be drunk. ]
Great party, right?
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His wings do open slightly to balance him at the impact, the rustling noise hard to miss as they settle back into place. He glances down at the hand on his arm, not liking to be touched, but lets it go for now.]
I am still not certain what constitutes a 'great' party.
[That's all he can really say to that comment, because he's Castiel.]
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...either it's a very elaborate costume, or this is some sort of bird-man. ]
Good food, good driiiiiiiink, good company!
[ He squeezes Castiel's arm and lets it go. ]
Sorry for bumping into you, thanks for not getting cross, you're an angel, truly! ♥
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[Angels are kind of bitchy, and Castiel is more forgiving and docile from his time around humans rather than his angelic heritage and culture. Of course, he takes Break's comment literally, because he's Castiel.]
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His world contains descriptions of angels, it's true, but he'd always dismissed them as creatures existing in tales and legend only. Thus he'd called Castiel an angel as a joke. A bird-man (not so far-fetched, he'd heard tales of an entertainer at AGI with butterfly wings) would correct him, presumably; a person in costume would laugh.
But - "my species"?
The last possibility is that Castiel is putting one over on him, which is where Break's drunk act comes in handy. He sways. ]
Good heavens! You don't mean to say you're a real angel?
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[None of them hide what they are here, so he doesn't have any problem answering the question honestly.]
There are three of us from my world alone, and there used to be more.
sorry for the slow!
Perhaps that's why he can't sense the man. Duke Barma had once called Break a "sinful person," and he hadn't disagreed. His fate - no, his goal - is to be cast down into the deepest core of the Abyss, to finally fulfill his purpose. ]
Three of you? Dear me, so many! Who are the others?
[ He has had little punishment and no comeuppance for his manifold crimes. That he should be blind to this angel is hardly surprising; clearly he exists outside of grace and beyond all redemption. ]
<3 no worries!
[Though he's loathe to call Raphael his brother. His wings readjust as he unfolds and stretches them just a bit before folding them closed again, huge flight feathers brushing against Break a little bit on accident.]
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[ Even though he can hear the enormous wings rustle, he's still startled when one touches him. It feels - soft. It must be beautiful, though he can't, and never will see it.
He is, by contrast, deformed and soiled by sin. He feels suddenly self-conscious, as if he has no right to stand in the presence of such a being. ]
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[He responds to the unfinished question, wings settling in against his back again. He is unaware of Break's thoughts, and takes no note of the sin he he feels himself to be laden with; Castiel isn't looking for it, and he lives with a demon. He isn't particularly bothered by sin unless someone is actively trying to cause another harm.]
Your name?
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Ah.
Xerxes Break.
[ He fancies he's being judged. But he won't cringe, he won't. ]
I saaaay. Even an angel, trapped here on this island? Can't you fly away to heaven, hahaa~!
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[He responds, quietly, almost patiently. He's been asked this before, after all.]
This is a world completely different from mine; there is no Heaven here that I can access.
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[ Unconsciously, his fingers brush across the spot where Castiel's wing had brushed against him. ]
What is it like, I wonder... to be an angel, yet trapped in this world of iniquity and sin. Does it soil you?
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So Jesse is having a hard time trying to figure out Castiel. He's pretty sure the angel is scared of Jesse, and Jesse figures he might have a reason. Jesse did made a bad man to turn crazy just by turning him into a toy and unleashing him to the monsters, and apparently if you were destined to destroy Heaven, an angel will probably be more than uncomfortable at you.
It's probably an absurd sight, a little boy dressed up as Einstein scaring an angel with large black wings. It's one that he's used too.
So he walks up to Castiel, not sure what to say next, except maybe - ]
Are those real?
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But Jesse has also not done anything to hurt him, or even tried, so Castiel is essentially calm as he responds honestly.]
They are.
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How come they were invisible earlier?
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[ Jesse has conflicting feelings about demons and his own heritage. For one, he should be disgusted and want nothing to do with them. On the other, he feels strongly curious about them - which is why Jesse gotten close as he can with Crowley, even if it is at an arm's distance. ]
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[Like angels can.]
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Hi, long time no see- wow, your wings are gorgeous.
[They really are. Black in a velvety, impossible kind of way that sucks in light but, in certain lights, has a faint blue-and-green iridescence that's really something under the warm lighting in here.]
They're not- are they real?
[Real actual IRL angel wings. The thought boggles.]
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They are.
[They shift and resettle against his back as he speaks, almost subconsciously.]
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[It takes her a second to snap out of it and nod at him like a normal person, but Prue still can't quite keep her eyes off of them.]
Ah- I'm sorry about that, they're just... I thought your wings were incorporeal.
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[Crowley had been more than a little proud of himself when he had, too. Castiel hadn't been so invested in the whole endeavour.]