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

[commentboxtroll]

I'm not so sure! I might die from an overexposure to Oz before the night is out.

1/2

[anklets]

Be good.

[anklets]

You've already slipped away from him, after all.

[commentboxtroll]

That's not where it's coming from, though. He doesn't need to be present when it's already all over his clothing!

[anklets]

You could have worn something else.

[commentboxtroll]

I... could have, yes.

[ he's not going to admit to getting bullied into this oh no. ]

[anklets]

So don't complain! The more you talk about it, the more attention it'll be paid.

[commentboxtroll]

But you brought it up, not me...

[anklets]

[ this face ]

Well.

[commentboxtroll]

[ yeah well, this face right here. ]

Well...?

[anklets]

Did Collette do your hair?

[ definitely teasing ]

[commentboxtroll]

You're enjoying this too much.

[ such a rude girl. ]

[anklets]

It isn't often I get to joke at you.

[commentboxtroll]

No, I suppose you don't. You are a pretty serious person, aren't you?

[ Or is it him? ]

[anklets]

I guess. [ downturns her chin, she picks at her buttons again ] It's not that I mean to be, but sometimes it's hard not to.

[commentboxtroll]

Look on the bright side. At least it makes you smarter than Oz. He smiles and laughs about everything, it's so obscene.

[anklets]

["Everything".

Mm, if only.]

Does that make you our intermediary?

[commentboxtroll]

No. I'm the dry commentary with more sense than either of you.

[anklets]

[Oh, how she tries not to frown.] You could stand to drink up a little, maybe.

[commentboxtroll]

[ It's kind of frown-worthy, though. ]

You'd rather it was wet commentary?

[anklets]

[Huffs, then, since he's insisting on being as callous as ever. This really isn't much of a party. She'll at least take advantage of the food, though, and snatch up an hors d'oeuvre or two to keep her itching fingers from pinching his cheeks.]

I'd rather no commentary, to be honest.

[commentboxtroll]

Hmm. I can easily do silence.

[ At least at the last party he had cakes to steal. This one, not quite as amusing. ]

[anklets]

Is it difficult, acting like you don't care about anything?

wow that is the worst question

[commentboxtroll]

[ There's a question that gives him pause. He doesn't have an immediate comeback, not of the flippant kind or really any other kind, so he turns to pick at the food on the table to buy a few more seconds to think.

He supposes the only way to answer that is honestly, isn't it? ]

Of course it isn't. It's how I was raised to act.

hhhueheueheuheahhah

[anklets]

[But Lenalee had been expecting flippancy, and its absence alone is means to give her pause. Without meaning to mimic him, she fiddles with her food, but she's not so hungry once he answers.]

That sounds lonely.