Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

[initiates]

Date & Time: Sept 15th
Location: A refurbished castle on the outskirts of Exsilium.
Characters: Anyone at the party!
Summary: Vanadi hosts a party that goes very poorly.
Warnings: Violence, probably! Let a mod know if we should update this.


It’s a lovely night for a party!

The venue at the outskirts of town is, unfortunately, a bit drafty — and actually rather sparsely furnished, as well. In fact, party goers are encouraged to mingle, drink, and enjoy themselves in the courtyard, as the castle itself wasn’t able to be renovated in time, and has proven to be a little bit architecturally unsound. Any explorative guests might find a small hail of dust and pebbles on their heads if they venture too far in — and who knows what else, if they continue on.

But the drinks and snacks both are plentiful and delicious, and the large canvas set up from castle wall to castle wall keeps off the sprinkling rain. The weather could even be described as warmish and pleasant, if one were feeling generous. A group of Exiles plays classic instruments in one corner of the courtyard, having been paid enough to even smile at any Transports that wander near.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good night. Until about 10 PM, that is. Come 10 PM, the Misery rolls into town, tearing down the canvas, nullifying powers, and crying corrosive blood everywhere. That’s the cue for all hell to break loose, as the final wave of mind-controlled characters snag their victims and make for the hills — or at least for the UE. The mind-controlled characters will also have the backup of a squadron of 20 of the Masked, the UE's special ops force. The Masked's main goal is to grab those on their list and get away, but they're certainly not above shooting to kill at anyone that gets in their way. They're also highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and physically enhanced by their suits, so they're a good bunch to try to avoid.

But do have a wonderful time until then, won’t you?

Comments

[senseandcecilbility]

[No. He is still looking horrified.

Dancing.

With a girl.

He is pretty sure that if angels start to do something as indecent as dancing with girls puppies will die. Of course, there is no commandment saying so, but Kevin would much rather rely on common sense and be on the safe side.]

[velveteened]

( pushpushpush. they're gentle, though, not meant to make him lose his balance or drop his tray, just serve as encouragement. )

At least mingle a little bit!

[senseandcecilbility]

[But wait, wait, he is not the mingle type! He is the standing in the corner like a crepper type.]

I-I--Perhaps we should go a little more slowly about this...

[velveteened]

( anyone could be the mingle type! maybe. )

There's no time like the present, isn't that what they say?

[senseandcecilbility]

Indeed? I fear I have never heard that saying before...

[He is actually digging his heels in the ground. This butler is clearly shy, Master Oz.]

[velveteened]

All the more reason to start now!

( sadly the resistance only makes him all the more determined )

[senseandcecilbility]

Oz, I don't think...

[Okay, okay.

Kevin is standing here.

In the middle of people. And he is not at church preaching a sermon.

Does this count as mingling? Kevin hopes it does.]

[velveteened]

( it's probably as good as they're going to get for the time being, so it totally counts! kevin gets a cheerful, approving wave. )

[senseandcecilbility]

[He guesses that means he is doing well? Kevin doesn't know what to dooooo.

He ends up settling on being as close to Oz as possible, because at least Oz is someone he knows.]