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

[anotheryosuke]

Well, everyone wouldn't be gone. The Exiles would still be here? I think?

[He's not totally sure how time travel would affect what they tell him is England but looks and smells like something out of a zombie apocalypse; would it still be like this?

Then it would probably be deserted, but maybe it'd also go back to the one brought to him by travel brochures and movie magic and his sister's obsession with British accents and celebrities.

Blaine's comment on melon bread makes him chuckle.]

Uh, sorta? It's round, anyway! Definitely not as big as a melon, though. That'd be nice.

[Dreamily, he contemplates the un-cheese crackers again and moves on to something else. It looks like an Oreo but tastes more like sticky sweet rice...? Huh.]

... I wonder how you'd tell food is expired here? I don't even know how this is supposed to taste, but it's weird. You think the Exiles would tell?

[It's a little hard to figure out how the Exiles will react sometimes. He's had mixed reactions; he's learned by now not to make his motorbike too obvious when he's visiting someone, or to mention the Initiative too much.]

[strategic_guile]

Yeah, the Exiles would be here but would they still have the ability to send us home or even know what to do with us?

[The idea of being stuck in this place makes him shudder.]

I don't know if they have enough food to worry about things expiring.