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

They've both used well as interjection without nauticalization, they're doing well on the pun front

[speakveryclearly]

[An involuntary smile tugs her lips at the wordplay. Human irony looks - er, sounds - so good on her, the least easy (most difficult) transport of them all. By contrast, the motion of Kanaya's mouth smudges her lipstick. So there's a bright side to the facelessness of the phone situation after all.

Of all the times for her to be maybe even the most important for once, huh? Though it goes without saying that Ruka speaks purely from a tactical perspective.

The smile doesn't last very long.]

If that's the case and my original worries would better be reversed... [If Haruka is safe enough here and Kanaya should run... Behind her, a stray drop of acid has eaten through fabric and table both.

Game theory clearly states Kanaya should hang up and make a break for it, freeing herself and leaving Haruka less distracted.] Then I guess I'll have to go soon. [But she's still in shelter for now and her sense of priority demands she add:] --In the incredibly unlikely circumstance that you're still here when June comes around again and Painwheel still lives in Unit 505, I'm pretty sure she'll let you in for your gift.

[heartsink]

Extremely unlikely.

[ There's a heavy weight of dread that settles within her with those words. After all, not one person who arrived in the City before her, or even in the long months after, expected to be there anywhere near as long as one year.

Would this simply be how her life continued? Exsilium and the City were not alone in their abductions...

But there was no use thinking about something like that now. ]

Go.

[speakveryclearly]

[Kanaya's heart pounds in her chest - so inconvenient, the natural made newly unfamiliar by her previous sparklepire sabbatical. Her throat thickens, a light coating of jade-tainted salt water pricks at her eyes, and on some distant ignored level she's painfully thirsty for plain old water. She might not be a rainbow drinker hypervulnerable to fire anymore, but it's still the least pleasant sensation type of all to her, eating away at her--

Wait. That might actually just be the literal Misery acid at work. Okay, yeah, she really has to get out of here.]

Goodbye, Haruka.

[The click sounds to her distinctly like a troll guillotine's blade.]