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

Choosing was so hard....! After 10

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine had went and came back during those first few minutes of the sudden fight. Once most of the people had cleared out he had dashed off to get something more potent than a hand gun and hoped it wasn't all over and the worst had happened when reemerged.

After losing Gordon in the fray -which seemed to happen every time they went into a fight together- he happens upon Galadriel, her sword in hand. Soldiers? Giant, bloody wingy thing? He's shooting them as he backs up to her.]

My Lady.

[That sounded like it was straight off of TV, and he cracks a smile she might be able to see even as he chambers another round.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, there is one person who she clearly needn't concern herself with overmuch; he looks more than competent.]

Blaine. [A solemn nod.] I gather I needn't show you to the exit.

[strategic_guile]

[He gives her a brief flash of a smile before his face settles into serious concentration.]

No, I'm good. Would you like an escort?

[inafadingcrown]

I will not be leaving until I find my daughter. [So if you want to escort her around while she looks, that's fine, but she's not headed to the door either.]

[strategic_guile]

I didn't say escort you out.

[The blonde half turned so he could see her better with his peripheral vision.]

Lead the way.

[inafadingcrown]

[She gives a quick nod and pushes further into the crowd, watching out of the corner of her eye to make sure he's keeping up.]

Thank you. [It's terse, by her standards, but even she's not going to spend a lot of time being roundabout under these circumstances.]

[strategic_guile]

[He's keeping up and watching behind them as they move. Occasionally she will hear a shot from him as a soldier comes from around a wall. Later he might ask why she didn't leave, or rather who she was worried about, but that was for another day.

He saw something out of the corner of his eye.]

On your right.