Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

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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

[trustycrowbar]

"...Yes, well. I was talking about that masquerade thing, but now that you mention it that was one hell of a month... Here's to hoping that never happens again." He snorts, tipping his drink in Blaine's direction.

[strategic_guile]

"The one in Versailles? That was definitely fun." When he turned back to Gordon and extended his arm in a return gesture he was back to his vague, smirking look.

"The building here could use some more work, but it's pretty good for right now. Considering how many other things should have been fixed before this, it's great, actually."

[trustycrowbar]

"If this place were in pristine shape, I'd consider it bad taste. YOU'VE seen the shape the labs and hospital are in." He adds with a rather sharp smile.

[strategic_guile]

"Come on Gordon. You know socializing comes before science," and he scoffs at the other man playfully.

"Everything here is in bad taste, except for me."

[trustycrowbar]

"I don't know about that..." He retorts over the rim of his glass. Who knows which statement he's rebutting? "So have you talked to Vanadi yet?"

Talked to, yanked into a bedroom for a quick screw, you know, same thing.

[strategic_guile]

"Today? No, not yet." Meaning yes, in the past they have totally knocked boots. Made beds squeak, etc, etc. Besides, who said a bedroom was required?

"He's usually flitting around and I can nab him really quick, but he's been damn fast tonight."

[trustycrowbar]

"A lot of work goes into these things, I guess. Maybe more than usual this time around." He muses.

[strategic_guile]

"Compared to Versailles? Maybe because this place didn't start off fabulous," and his sentence idled off as he took a good look around again. Definitely not the best, but it was still good for this place. God, how his standards had fallen.