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

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel's answer is soft, and she looks at the ground as she gives it. Not just one person has died for or because of her, but many. Countless soldiers, Celebrimbor, at least in part... It's something that she carries around with her and it's not pleasant.]

With gratitude and with their memory in your heart.

[ladyofrivendell]

[She nods against her mother, not entirely trusting of her voice. She's not even sure how she'll face Kili when he comes back, if she can. He's so young, he didn't need to experience that.]

[inafadingcrown]

[They'll come to that later. Right now, Galadriel just leans forward to kiss her daughter's forehead.]

Let us see you safely and comfortably to your rooms. The rest we will confront in time.

[ladyofrivendell]

[Nodding quietly, she leans against Galadriel and smiles (just a bit) at the kiss to her forehead. Even under the circumstances, it's a comfort.]

Others will need help though. I can't let grief keep me from doing what I can.

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head.] You have had too much of a shock. I will go back.

[ladyofrivendell]

I might dwell on it more if I'm alone. [Don't make her go home, mom. :c]

[inafadingcrown]

And I will not rest easy if I know you are in danger still. [For a moment, it looks like she's going to put her foot down and issue an order, as if Celebrían were still a small child.

But then she sighs and something in her face softens.]

I will be moving the wounded to safety before treating them, if I am able. Would you stay with those who have already been removed from the scene? You might begin their healing and they will be in need of comfort.

[ladyofrivendell]

[And she would listen as though she were because who knows better than Galadriel.]

I will, I could do more good for them then. And not waste Kili's sacrifice. [Or worry you, mom.]

[inafadingcrown]

Good. Do you feel well enough to begin right away? [She won't blame you if you need a rest.]

[ladyofrivendell]

[No but she can't take her time on this when she'd seen what injuries some people were possibly suffering right now.]

I'm ready.

[inafadingcrown]

[Celebrian isn't physically injured, so Galadriel will bite her tongue about her doubts. She nods.]

Then let us go. [And they went off into the distance to be BAMFs]

[ladyofrivendell]

[BAMF elves! And, of course, Celebrian goes with her quietly.]