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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
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Allen will ensure that Break's safely inside first, though. Because he does consider it, staying back to finish off the monster-- but only for a split second; he hurries inside instead and slams the door behind them. Break's upset, and he can't very well let him continue thinking that he's been terribly wounded. Or that Break's in any way responsible.
Once indoors, Allen deactivates his sword, which rearranges itself back into an arm, refilling his sleeve and snapping neatly back into his shoulder. Somehow, he's still even got his glove on.]
...My arm's back now.
[HA HA everything is normal.]
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Well, there's no help for that, he'll just have to--
... ]
What--?
[ Pardon him for not believing you straight away, Allen. He's going to be feeling up your arm, from gloved hand to shoulder joint! ]
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Like when Break had hit it with his sword, under his (clown) sleeve, Allen's arm feels harder than a normal person's. Like it's something almost vaguely metallic, pretending to be skin. His hand's got weird bumps and ridges on it, too; but his shoulder's completely normal. And there's no seam, or any such indication that his arm might be able to detach at any point.]
I'm sorry for worrying you...
[He hadn't expected this kind of concern from somebody who'd insisted on swinging a sword at him a few minutes ago, though.]
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But as soon as he realizes this, he blushes. ]
I'm not--
[ Indignantly: ]
What sort of a trick is this, hmmm?
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It's bizarrely touching, in a whiplash-y sort of way. At least, it's a comfort to know that Break wouldn't have taken any joy in actually hurting him if it had come to that.
Though he's not sure what came over him in the first place, then...
Plainly;] It's not a trick. It's my arm-- It can become a sword.
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It can--what?
[ Well......
It's not inconceivable, he supposes. People in Siren's Port have all sorts of powers. BUT STILL. He folds his arms, pronouncing petulantly: ]
Tch! That's a silly ability.
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Silly? YOU WOUND HIM, BREAK. Allen is very proud of his stupid powers!]
Sillier than carrying one as a cane...?
[Speaking of which, he probably dropped that scabbard somewhere outside...]
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RIGHT THEN. ]
Ha! Ha! Ha!
[ That was a totally convincing laugh. ]
At least I know how to uuuuuuuse it, I don't swing it about like a--
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WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT?
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['It'!?
Oh, wait--
He looks down at his empty hands, then glances back at the closed door.
Hm.]
Ah...
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...
Goddamn it, Allen.
He's certain the cat's out of the bag (but not completely certain; Allen's not the brightest bulb, after all). But even so, the idea of asking for help in retrieving his scabbard is unacceptable. The whole debacle had been his idea, after all (Hatter's, really, but never mind that).
On the other hand, it's not as though he can actually find it on his own, what's he going to do, crouch down and feel for it with ooze monsters slithering about? Even if he could ask Allen, he wouldn't. Hadn't he just fretted himself sick over the idea that this stupid boy might have been grievously injured on his account?
Yet he can't walk about with an unsheathed weapon; and he needs his cane to help him see. ]
Right.
[ In the end, there's only one option (Hatter flutters at his chest, excited). He presses past Allen, his hand on the door, to open it. ]
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[No, no! He's not about to let Break stumble around in the Darkness, searching for something Allen had dropped! Especially not when it's his guide cane.
He tries to pull Break's hand back.]
Sorry, I'll get it for you. Wait here.
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[ His lips curl into his creepiest, most off-putting smile. For added effect, Emily chimes in: ]
HOW FORWARD!
If you want to get me something, dear boy, go and fetch me a slice of cake! Off you go - pip pip!
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Go get your own cake!
[And he is pointedly ignoring the doll.]
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Won't you even do such a smaaaaaaaall favor for an old man? How cruel!
[ However a shoving match is inelegant, thus Break reaches in with his (delicate tiny) fingers, on purpose to tickle Allen's side. With any luck, Allen will ragequit this whole conversation, before he gets into any actual trouble. ]
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TICKLING IS ALSO INELEGANT and Allen yelps and slaps his hand away.]
Get it yourself!
[Oh, he's planning to ragequit, all right. But he's going to attempt to do so by wrenching the door open and, hopefully, slipping about before Break can do anything about it...!]
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[ And Allen is out the door again. GAAAAH! Break follows him close behind, his tone switching abruptly from teasing to dead serious: ]
It's dark, how do you expect to be able to find anything? Come inside!
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[ He's furious, for so many reasons. Which is why he does something inadvisable.
Break has figured out how to use the power of his Chain to judge distances. In a place he's never been to before, he can put out a little bit of power; from the way it bounces back to him, he can guess at the relative position of walls and other large obstacles.
But now, because he's so angry, he releases a lot of power. It pours out of him, onto the ground, like invisible smoke. Hatter's power has no deleterious effect upon other humans, but Allen might notice that the ground-dwelling monsters are skittering away. And if Allen is particularly sensitive to such things, he might pick up on a sensation of rejection, nihilism, and madness - the core personality of Break's Hat. ]
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He's not precisely sure what. Break looks normal, if displeased, but he can sense something coming vaguely from his direction, because Exorcists do tend to be attuned to that sort of thing... that doesn't really tell him anything, though. But it's raising red flags!]
What are you doing? [He takes a step back, reaching for his left wrist, just in case. He just wants to get your cane sheath back, god.]
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Ha! Over here!
[ He hops down and reaches under a parked car, retrieving his cane sheath from where it had rolled to. He leaps up and twirls it triumphantly, before sliding his sword into it with a satisfying snick. ]
Well, you see? You weren't needed at all, so you can just run along inside and--
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He'd used... too much power. He can feel the sensation rising in his chest; and though he tries to stifle it at first, in the end it's impossible not to... ]
COUGH! COUGH!
[ Blood spatters. He staggers. ]