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

wow that is the worst question

[commentboxtroll]

[ There's a question that gives him pause. He doesn't have an immediate comeback, not of the flippant kind or really any other kind, so he turns to pick at the food on the table to buy a few more seconds to think.

He supposes the only way to answer that is honestly, isn't it? ]

Of course it isn't. It's how I was raised to act.

hhhueheueheuheahhah

[anklets]

[But Lenalee had been expecting flippancy, and its absence alone is means to give her pause. Without meaning to mimic him, she fiddles with her food, but she's not so hungry once he answers.]

That sounds lonely.

[commentboxtroll]

[ He shrugs. ]

I'd say convenient, not lonely. It makes it easier to move on.

[anklets]

As if an argument like that holds much meaning if you're only pretending not to care.

shh the last reply never happened

[commentboxtroll]

Who said it was only for me? I don't need people thinking I'm their caring friend when I need to make a difficult call. I don't need anyone thinking I'll stick around forever, either. It wouldn't work.

meanwhile, in an alternate universe exsilium, this conversation goes v. differently

[anklets]

[No small wonder she and Oz come across as so flagrant.]

You're only thinking of the hard parts.

[commentboxtroll]

Well, if it isn't about the hard parts, then it might not all be pretend. There really are a lot of things I don't bother caring about.

[anklets]

That can be a pretty awful way to live, even if you call it 'convenient'.

[commentboxtroll]

Not really. Why should I care about... I don't know... How I look or dress? Or about someone else's relationship problems? Or someone's parties? Or whether or not I've offended someone? Things like that, I'm not going to waste much thought on.

[anklets]

[ with a strange edge, so fine that it nearly becomes blunt again: ] What do you care about, Caesar?

[commentboxtroll]

Hot breakfasts, comfortable beds, and being places that aren't cold.

[ He says before popping a piece of cheese from the food trays into his mouth.

Lenalee, did you really expect a serious reply? ]

[anklets]

[It was a vain hope. So vain. She stuffs an hors d'oeuvre into her own mouth, perhaps in a fit of pique.] I give up...