the night of wonders.

[acatamods]

I ▫ main IV ▫ premise       XI ▫ applications XIV ▫ activity II ▫ logs V ▫ rules VII ▫ bestiary   IX ▫ canon updates XII ▫ taken XV ▫ drop/hiatus III ▫ ooc VI ▫ faq VIII ▫ setting   X ▫ mods XIII ▫ reserves XVI ▫ players the night of wonders. QUICK LINKS COMMENT SECTION: MOD QUESTIONS | EXPLORATION | WORK SUBMISSIONS WORLD INFO: WHEN YOU WAKE UP | LOCALITIES | JUMP SUMMARY EVENT INFO: NIGHT OF WONDERS | FESTIVAL EVENTS | THE FIRES | FOURTH WALL INFO AU INFO: AU QUESTIONS, CLASSES, RACES, STEP BY STEP CHARACTER BUILD GUIDE Seemingly overnight, the Guild Hall owned and operated by the Silver Blade is decked to the nines Long streamers and banners are draped and a massive banner has been unfurled across the front of the building. It hails the events of the coming two weeks: The Night of Wonders Murmurs abound through the city; a thrill of excitement is in the air, and the locals are delighted to finally have cause to celebrate. The theme of The Night of Wonders is one of rebirth. The people of Mirabar are celebrating the continued survival of their home, the success of taming the Giant Rebellions across Faerun, and their resident adventurers! You are all thanked, profusely, for helping reinvigorate Mirabar with your hard work, and the people of Mirabar want to celebrate with you! Booths have sprung up everywhere, full of food, music, laughter, and joy. Take a trip around the city over the next few weeks or so, and see what you find: there is no shortage of things to do in the riverside city of Mirabar. Especially, it seems, because there are a plethora of new people. Not members of the Circle, but others? It seems that Astoria's grip on the Rift has slipped and other Travelers have found their way to Mirabar, just in time for the festival in question. You have no idea how they got here, but hey -- they're here, right? We may as well enjoy the party. YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT. Like any good festival, there are a ton of street games and vendors to choose from! Try your hand at an archery contest, where a bullseye nets you 1 GP, but playing at all gets you a weird-looking stuffed rabbit. There are also your classic "throw a ball at a bottle" games where they seem awfully rigged. Are those bottles glued down? What a rip-off! There is also a jousting tournament, which really means sticking a broom between your legs and running at someone with a padded sword. Whoever gets hit first loses! It's mostly meant for children, but the local children will definitely encourage adult Travelers to give it a shot. Finally, there's no shortage of food to buy -- turkey legs, meat pies, popcorn, sweet cakes, and cotton candy are abound throughout the festival. And of course, plenty of mead. Explore, have fun, and have a blast! ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT; PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH YOUR THROAT One of the highlights of the festival is the infamous kayak race -- a hallmark of Mirabar culture and sport. The leather kayaks, handmade by the locals in Mirabar, are beloved and much bragged about, and after a month or so of testing, they are finally ready for the tournament. Many sign up -- locals, members of the Circle, travelers that have wandered from distant lands . . . but only one team can conquer! So, congratulations to TEAM 1! You have won 100 GP each, a set of three trophies, and and all-you-can-drink voucher at the Dusty Coffer for the duration of the festival! Cheers! Alternatively, you can also enter in the fighting tournament, set up by a local bunch of rowdy Guild members that just like to punch each other. The fighting tournament is a bit less prestigious than the kayak tournament, but you've still got a bunch of folk who turn up to see who is the best around. Are you a winner, or a loser? Either way, much praise to RUBY ROSE who winds up winning the whole lot! You win 300 GP, and a championship belt that looks like it is made out of gold, but it is definitely not. Feel free to play out races, match-ups, scuffles, or observation! The winners may be set in stone, but you can feel free to thread out whatever rows or punches to your heart's content. 🡆 Prior to the tournament, you might hear what some of the betting rings have to say...who has their eyes on you? Or is it a friend of yours, by any chance? Looks like word goes around, it could go in any direction. 🡆 The crowd around you is roaring with passion and excitement. They may even get as heated as you do, so try not to let their zealous reactions get the better of you. 🡆 The most you'll get after the tournament is a towel to wipe off your blood, sweat, and potentially tears. If you've been injured, it could be in your best interest to seek medical hel and rest. Or not. THE CEREMONY OF LIGHTS. Every night of the festival, the people of Mirabar go down to the river's edge with paper lanterns. You can get them by the boatload, for free, provided to every single person who wishes to have one. On these lanterns are tags which you can write whatever you would like. Should you ask the locals, they say that they write down their hopes, their dreams, and their wishes. Once they do that, they set out into the boats and push them out into the air, to send them to the gods, and pray for proper fortune. You may take out a boat (which are on the river a plenty) if you wish to do so, and participate in the ceremony to your heart's content. But there is something almost solemn, about the ceremony. These people, clearly, are hoping for an end to conflict, and a continued prosperity to their city. What do you wish for? PAPER FACES ON PARADE. Finally, at the end of the Festival, there is a massive masquerade in the Guild hall. Everyone is wearing a mask, ranging from basic black to brightly colored with a lot of feathers and jewels. It seems everyone has gotten into the spirit of the Festival, and the locals are intent on partying until the sun comes up. There is a live band, a lot of dancing, laughter, and joy. There is a massive table of food of every type you can think of, a plethora of wine and ale, and endless merrymaking to be had. Feel free to dance, eat, drink, and celebrate for as long as you desire! But be sure to go outside at around 11:00 PM, to watch the beautiful fireworks display over the river. You can run out to grab a boat, to watch it on the river proper, or you can watch it from outside the Guild hall. It's a lovely, romantic end to your hard work in Faerun . . . enjoy it, and each other. 🡆 In the heat of the dance, it's likely that you'll be passed from one partner to another. Try to make do with the foreign — or perhaps unexpectedly familiar face that will be greeting you. And try not to get caught in the middle of a slow dance... 🡆 Some of the food and drink offered will serve as a bit of a pick-me-up: the people of Faerun have decided to use their magic to ensure that the party is as enjoyable as can be. So for those who are a bit more on the antisocial, troubled or moodier side, perhaps an enchanted dinner will make the night easier on you? 🡆 Take the boat a tad too far out and you run the risk of getting stranded in the river. The current grows stronger the further down along you go, so do be careful. MOD NOTES. 🡆 This is a fourth wall event! Please feel free to tag around and have fun in the festival log! We have a list of reference links at the top of the event post for your reference, if you need help. This log is free for everyone to play on, even characters who are currently not in game. 🡆 A separate log for those investigating the fires referenced in the OOC post will be posted. This log is purely for entertainment and fun for the fourth wall! The fire investigation will be limited to those who showed interest. 🡆 If you have any questions, please ask them on the original OOC post here! This includes fourth wall participants!

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Takashi Shirogane | Voltron LD | Moon elf druid

[spaceforged]

Punch out

[It turns out that while he's quick, deadly in either combat ready form and his blades are sharp...he isn't up to his real strength level. A shame but he doesn't hold a grudge. It had been nice to fight in a well-lit area and clearly just as a test of skill. If it hones and helps his teammates, that's enough for him. But his competative streak still smarts a bit.

Shiro can be found during his time in the fighting tournament, preparing weapons and nodding respectfully to whoever his opponent is.

He can be found after with bandages, wound salves, and bundling together the components for healing spells. He looks up when someone approaches.] Hey, if you need to be patched up, just sit down on the stool. I'll get to you right away.

The ceremony of lights

[Shiro cradles the red lantern in his hands as he walks slowly, keeping pace with those around him. He had already written on the tag. It's the second time in a few years since he got to participate in a rite with paper lanterns. It's been many years since he was in the land of his birth.

It makes it feel like he's not that far from it. Several details and decorations are missing but the purpose feels similar. People stare ahead with solemn faces with a mixture of hope when they see the water.

Shiro makes his way to the water's edge and considers the boats. He could do that. He turns back and when he spots others of the Circle, he speaks up.] ...if you want privacy I can ask them to use a boat. You could take your time deciding. It's up to you.

Paper faces

[Dancers swirl together and part like colorful falling flowers and come together again. Shiro stays near the wall, for now, dressed in his best tunic, pants, smart looking dark boots, and the mask that looks like it's been carved directly from a tree.

It wasn't but the way the artist sewed it makes it look believable until one gets close. It's made from paper. He smiles lightly and holds up his drink to anyone who approaches him.] Lovely party, isn't it? They really didn't spare any expense.

[He glances about the dancers and adds,] I think they needed this more than we did. Look at them, there's got to be more smiles here than I've seen since we got here.

[If asked to dance, he smiles politely and shakes his head.] I promised the first dance to my partner. After that, I'll be more than happy to.

Wild card
[Got an idea? Pm me if you want a custom starter or to plot something out in general!]

Punch out

[usedforcepalm]

[In the end, Hanabi didn't win, but she's not upset about it. There are so many abilities here that she's never encountered before, and she was the youngest participant. And the smallest, both due to being eleven years old, and the fact that her current species is halfling.

However, she's a halfling monk, so she hadn't lost her talent for hand to hand combat. If anything, she became proficient in a style that's completely different than what she learned at home.]

Yes, please. I can heal with a touch, but I had a rough landing on this one spot on my back that's hard to reach.

[With a wince, she points with clear discomfort to a spot in between her shoulder blades.]

Ceremony of Lights

[clickclickbloom]

[Ruby seemed a little distracted when Shiro spoke up. It took her a moment to register that he was talking to her but she gave her head a shake and smiled.]

Y-yeah, That would be great!

[She had been holding her lantern so close that the paper had crumbled just slightly in her arms.]

Thanks.

Paper faces

[lonered]

[Keith might be slipping up from behind in the wake of one of those dismissals, a faint flicker of a smile that he can't quite hide on his features. What? He can't help it. He's more than a little, well, proud somehow, of the relationship he and Shiro have.

And he wants that first dance.

His own mask looks like it was sewn together from leaves of various shapes and shades of greens with a few scattered flowers the soft color of apple blossoms -- which is likely exactly how it was made. Since the night means he's less concerned about his eyes and the light, he's left the cloak back in his room and chosen a simpler but sharper look, pants that fit so close to form they might as well be a second skin, a tunic belted (and serving as a place to hang the sheath for a dagger that may be a new acquisition; even parties are no place to go unarmed), dark hair braided through with leaves and flowers that match the mask. He definitely had help for that.

He settles himself in beside Shiro before speaking up.] Everyone does seem to be enjoying themselves.

[Not glad enough to let his guard down entirely, but a little, and more now that he's with Shiro.] Are you?

[alto_saotome]

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Thanks.

<small>[ He nodded to Shiro. Alto sat down and began binding his bloody hand and getting ready for his next fight. His current form vastly improved his combat ability but it wasn't enough. Maybe it was because he wasn't actually putting his heart in the battle?

To be honest, Alto wasn't really aiming to win. He didn't really care much for fighting. Unfortunately, he made a ridiculous bet with his next opponent that he would beat him and in return he would stop harassing a group of kids playing outside. Alto being Alto, he couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

He just needed to win this next fight --- then he will forfeit. ]</small>

paper faces

[efface]

[ riza finds shiro after his dance - whether or not she timed it that way or it just happened to work out is yet to be seen. either way, she approaches shiro a bit into the night, smiling at the rest of the dance floor. ]

They do seem to be enjoying it. [ a beat, and then she smiles at him. ] I feel like I haven't seen you around much. How have you been faring?

brother nier | half-tiefling duelist | ota

[extirpator]

i.

[ following the tournament, there is a man, greatsword hanging from his back — his nose appears to be...bloodied, and his clothes are sullied and torn. an unfortunate loss, but in spite of it he seems to be in a surprisingly good mood as evidenced by the slight smile gracing his features. ]

Watch me. Next time, I won't lose.

[ droplets of blood have matted down the collar of his top.

looks like someone hasn't noticed The Accident yet. ]

ii.

[ his eyes are trained on the sky, specks of light reflected in his eyes, gingerly, delicately, he holds his paper lantern in his hands. ]

My wish isn't something that can be granted...

[ sadly, he smiles before turning to you. ]

So I can make one for you instead.

iii.

[ dancing has never quite been nier's forte. if anything, he's somewhat opposed under most circumstances, but those tiny sandwiches have done wonders for both his mood and energy reserves.

with a cant of the head, he extends a hand towards you. ]

Would you like to dance?

wolfgang amadeus mozart | half-elf bard

[fordeath]

I. general / wildcard!

[ whatever stage, booth, tavern or tiny corner of the festivities that you may have holed yourselves up in, amadeus is likely to be found playing for an audience nearby. the violin is his typical choice for the performances he conducts on small stages, as well as a little bit of flute, a little bit of harp, and a random assortment of others he happily experiments with, like the cittern, psaltery, portative organ— on the streets.

his favorite gig, though, is of course when the tavern owners let him play on the quaint, keyboarded instruments they keep in their populated businesses. none of it is as grand as he's used to, but right now he's not looking to be rich. though he will relish in applause and hand out his name like candy.

find him here or there and he'll have the same, festival-appropriate jubilance. ] What did you think? You know, if you get my autograph now, it'll be worth a fortune in the future!

II. you'll shoot your eye out

[ the only kind of physical sport this lazy musician will partake in — when he's not performing, and once he's stuffed himself full of good food and ale — are any of the simple carnival games lining the streets.

... if you can call "testing your powers to see what you can get away with" a sport, anyway.

one poor hapless vendor in particular has caught the sharp end of amadeus's bout of mischief. where the man has stuck glass bottles to the platform, the bard looks to correct the problem. just trying to make easy coin, he understands, but really ... he's got nothing better to do right now. so, once he's cashed in to the game, he twirls around and lets loose an airy little chord from his flute. suddenly, the sound of something loudly crashing to the floor rises from behind the stall. ]

—Wow. That sounded pretty bad, didn't it? [ nothing actually did collapse, of course, but, clueless, the man rushes out of sight to find the source.

yes, confused, distracted, confounded he's left the bottles unattended ... for amadeus to lean on over – and begin pulling them free of their bonds. one by one they're unstuck and set on their sides. maybe ... stop him? help him? claim some of the prizes for yourself in the meantime?? ]

III. paper faces

[ between his terrible tricks, his more honest and glorious performances, and, well, a little bit of bargaining and debt later and amadeus has fashioned himself prepared for the masquerade. just short of an opera house, this is precisely his sort of setting, so he's gone all out — donning a shining suit, fur cape and flashy mask. he's made himself nigh unidentifiable, but that doesn't mean he's going to be completely mysterious.

amadeus lingers near the band most of the time, chatting with the other musicians ... and those hovering near the snack table. ]

Care for a drink? Or would you prefer a dance with the best dressed in the room? Hahaha!

Paper Faces

[summonere]

[ Seated with a panther drowsing under his chair, V watches from afar. The mask reminds V of a demon. It interests and bemuses him, in its own way, and for a long time he's content enough to just sit and stare. It would likely startle everyone in the Circle to know he had never really been to a party-- Not since the twins were children and had a sweet mother to throw them birthdays. He does know how this is meant to work at least, he's read enough novels where people bickered and whispered during balls. He could, perhaps, manage the small talk. The tournament and carnival was fodder enough for a line or too.

He gets up with care, and approaches the man in the fabulous outfit, cane tapping across the floor as he leans on it. He also shrugs deprecatingly with the cane when invited to dance, ]

I don't dance. But I would join you for a drink, you are likely the best dressed in the room.

[ V has taken no such care, he looks as he always does and was only willing to put on a small bat-winged mask. He had enough of Vergil's vanity, but not so far that he would fuss about a costume. He was fine as he was. ]

general

[extirpator]

[ nier claps absent mindedly but is impressed no less. he tilts his head like a dumbfounded dog at the mention of an autograph. ]

People pay for things like this? Just a paper with somebody's name on it?

II - fellow bard

[dadandgone]

[When you are patrolling for a particular fire starter, it's easy for other things to catch your eye as well. Maes had gotten used to his keener senses by this point and so he had no problem picking out a lone man riffling around in one of the game booths.

Well, he's supposed to be looking for anything suspicious, right?]

What are you doing?

[He does his best to keep the question more casual than accusatory]

Sheryl Nome | Eladrin Bard | OTA

[fairysong]

[A: You'll Shoot Your Eye Out]

[Perhaps it's that she's underestimated the alcohol content in the mead she'd purchased. Or perhaps Sheryl Nome is just very stubborn and doesn't know when to quit.

Either way, she's on the end of her second try of this damn milk-bottle game, and her frustration is writ large on her face. She hasn't even knocked a single one over!]

...damn it! I'm not going to let it end like this! [She slams a coin down.] Give me more balls! Let's try this again!

[Please stop her.]

[B: Ceremony of Lights]

[She's never seen something like this before. At least not in person. Life on a Macross-class ship didn't really lend itself well to something like this. But she sees the lights rising high into the sky, and it strikes something in her. It's beautiful, but somehow sad, too.

Sheryl knows she's often the type with a quick, sharp-tongued quip, to make a flippant comment, but she doesn't say anything, here. Instead, she just takes a lantern... and considers what to write on it.

Then remarks to you, standing close to her.] Do you think it's like a birthday wish? You can't tell someone else what you wrote, or it won't come true?

[C: Paper Faces on Parade]

[Masks are great. Sheryl loves fancy masks like the ones available, and she's hummed a little tune to activate her power, turning the fairly simple mask she'd found into a much more elaborate affair, pairing it with a long, flowing dress that she knows will catch someone's eye.

Of course, the leafy texture in her hair makes it pretty obvious that it's her behind the mask, but that's just fine with her.

In the middle of the dance, which she picks up well, people change partners, shifting to the left (or the right, depending on perspective), and she comes face to face with... you!]

Well then! Have you picked it up, or should I expect to have my feet stepped on?

[She says, almost cheerfully.]

[D: Wildcard]

[Don't see something here you want to play? Let me know!]

B

[glitzandglamour]

[The sentiment is shared by Mettaton, who has spent the greater portion of the night expending his energy to the fullest. As the lights take to the sky and the evening buzz turns to an atmosphere of tranquility, so too does his mood.

Her question inspires in him more questions. (birthday wishes are meant to be kept private? interesting human custom... that he'll pretend he has an understanding of.) But he has his own perspective on wishes to share that might help.]

Maybe birthday wishes have to be silenced in order to come true... But some hopes and dreams are better aired out. Much like these lanterns, which we're to release into the sky! [He lifts his, held delicately between his thumb and fingers. He glances up.] Do you want to share your wish, darling? Or do you want to keep your dreams to yourself, like a birthday wish?

A

[clickclickbloom]

You got this! I believe in you!

[Look. Ruby didn't see Sheryl's first attempt at this game and maybe a bit of positive reinforcement is all she needs?]

A.

[formleg]

[A small, adorable gnome that looks a lot like Hunk (because it is Hunk) has been watching for a few minutes. He's managed to piece together that there's something off about the bottles, though he hasn't quite figured out the exact mechanism in use. Still, it doesn't seem right for Sheryl to continue to have to waste her money. Hunk slides up next to her. He keeps an eye on the man running it and whispers to Sheryl when his back is turned.]

Psst. Sheryl. I wouldn't do that if I were you.

[alto_saotome]

[C: Paper Faces on Parade]

[ If Alto had a choice, he would have chose to stay home and go through his plans for this jetpack. He didn't know when they were going to go back to the way they were, but he at least wanted to be ready.

Unfortunately, living with Sheryl, staying home was not an option if something interesting was going on outside. Parades had never been his thing and he hasn't really wore a mask in a long time. Thanks to Sheryl though, he found himself wearing one. He had to admit that this had been fun so far.

As for the dance, it wasn't too difficult to get a gist of the pattern. It was different to what he was used to, but he was not called a genius for nothing. ]

Your feet are safe, I assure you. I might be a little out of practice, but I am not terrible.

Olivier Armstrong | Human Barbarian | Fullmetal Alchemist | 4th Wall

[darwinatrix]

[A: You'll Shoot Your Eye Out]

[There's a tall human woman sitting at one of the tables near where they're serving drinks. She's dressed with a bear pelt draped over her back, fur lining the collar of her leather armor, but otherwise a fairly simple, no-nonsense outfit, her long, blonde hair pulled back in braids.

And when you step near her, the whole room just seems to get a little bit colder by a few degrees. Maybe it's your imagination. Maybe that's the reason she's drinking alone.

She slams a mug of mead down on the table, rattling it, and looks over at you.] You there.

Get me another one of these.

[She likes them. And she speaks in a way that suggests she's used to being obeyed.]

[Punch, Punch, Punch Your Throat]

[Oh, to watch the gladiatorial games! The crowd roars with glee as the fighters take to the ring, throwing jab after jab, blow after blow.

But the woman in the bear pelt doesn't seem so impressed. Her expression, actually, is fairly dour.

She snorts air out through her nose.] They're both too amateurish for this. They've got terrible form. Openings everywhere.

What sort of an idiot would enjoy a fight this sloppy?

milady.

[insubordination]

[ to most people, olivier armstrong is someone to steadily avoid. not because she's a bad person, or really someone you should avoid as a general rule, but because she would rather just not have the company unless she specifically asks for it.

and then, there is roy.

luckily for olivier, he already had the drink ready, and he slides it over to her without so much as a moment of hesitation. not out of fear, because judging by the slight grin on his lips, he is about to deliberately poke the proverbial bear. ]

General.

[ hi best friend c: ]

The bear pelt brings out the best of you, I think.

merlin | fate/grand order | changeling druid

[courtmagic]

fighting.
[for the fighting tournament he's changed his face - not the Magus of Flowers, but a tiefling is what he saw in the mirror. if he could shift again, why not use it to his advantage? why not become someone of many shapes, many reasons? the sword at his belt is nondescript, the staff in his hand speaking to the path he was given - but other than that and a tilt of his smile, not much gives him away. of course, for those that would have seen someone practicing at night in the Temple, the style of his combat is familiar.

in the ring, he fights with purpose, using both blade and staff more than magic. two hands means double the strikes after all - and until he's defeated, he'll fight with the same intensity as he started. only when bested will he change his face back to the smiling white haired magician. to the murmurs of the crowd, he gives a bow - might as well give them a show, before he walks away.]

lights.
[each night, he is there by the lanterns, watching them rise. hopes and dreams borne aloft by so many, set free to sail the skies with their small flames, strong against the dark. there is something truly contemplative in his usually relaxed demeanor, solemn and near sorrowful, as he watches them sail away. a city, and so many human desires. so many threads of interweaving stories that couldn't be grasped just from looking. countless in the sky, and it makes his mouth twist oddly, caught between laughter and a deep thought.

alternately, he might be caught releasing a lantern from his hands, gently pushing it up to help it catch the breeze. he stands in the river a little ways for this, breeches rolled up, staff left by the shore. this is something more important than just tossing a stray thought in the wind - the nature of the place is infectious. and, he thinks, it's good to be reminded of how to let something go.]

masks. - [[ooc: please no characters under 18 for this prompt.]]
[the masquerade calls to him as much as flame to small winged things, and Merlin exchanges masks with those that he draws into his orbit, switching from one look to another seamlessly over the course of a night or a few. Faerun's delightful simply as a land, but still it's the population that makes part of it so. he's been carefree and delighted by it, getting and giving flowers, enjoying the lack of weight on his shoulders and the few tricks he can turn. and the pleasant company he can find, of course.

dancing is as much a lure as any other, and the partner in his arms is one he can give a sweet smile, just on that edge of closeness that speaks of mischief and flirtation. his step is sure, confident, and violet eyes sparkle behind his current mask.]

Keeping up alright? I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable

[sometimes the crowd could be a little much for some. sometimes it was easier to slip into anonymity there. not a matter of daring, but whatever made promises easier to hear.]

wildcard.

[got other ideas for the festival? i welcome any and all.]

masks

[thedarkbond]

[Ren's red and black robe is full of gentle drapes and slit at the arms to expose the black scales that mark him here as a draconic bloodline sorcerer, and his mask is simple but with a little bit of show, a small horn and half of a butterfly wing extending from one side of the red and black accessory. He seems at ease with the dancing, familiar with it in the way of someone who's been exposed to these kinds of parties before, and he offers a light smile back to Merlin, though there's something somewhat knowing about it all the same.]

Mmm, I think I'll be fine. I shouldn't be worried that you're inexperienced with this kind of thing, right...?

[It's a mild, somewhat playful counter, since he's not sure how often this kind of thing would have been held where (or when) Merlin came from. The way he tilts his head along with it makes the light reflect oddly off the scales that creep up his neck and one side of his face, potentially a calculated move of some sort.]

masks -- cw: hisoka is a violent psychopath

[flimsylies]

[ The tiefling body suits Hisoka. Sleek, powerful, and inhuman enough to be inherently threatening. His aura has been sealed off from him, but he always wore his menace at his sleeve. Even without that extra-sensory awareness, there's the clear sense that no one should trust him. His tail winds around Merlin's arm as they dance, and he peers down into the changeling's face, eyes narrow with obviously dangerous considerations. ]

I could ask you the same.

masks

[extirpator]

[ the food has done wonders for his mood, somehow — any reservation that would normally be there has conveniently up and crept out of his system. he offers the masked man a smile, a very light and amiable laugh escaping him. ]

I'm fine, but the concern's appreciated.

[ there is something of a knowing glint in his eyes. chad vs chad. ]

Comfort doesn't seem like much of an issue for you. Are you looking for a dance, or something else?

lights!

[adorned]

[Nina hasn't really had the chance to celebrate any sort of festival like this is... a long time. The Ravkan civil war had ended her childhood, and it wasn't like there was much genuine celebrating to be had in Ketterdam. It's gorgeous, though Nina isn't quite ready to release a lantern herself. She still feels like an interloper here.

Someone else nearby is participating, though, and Nina finds herself edging closer, curious.]

What did you wish for?

Katie "Pidge" Holt | VLD | Dwarf Ranger

[pidgeypidge]

You'll Shoot Your Eye Out

There were just so many things to see and do and eat that most of Pidge's time was spent wandering somewhat aimlessly. With so many distractions, it was no wonder that she was feeling a little overwhelmed at first.

At various points in the evening, she could be spotted lingering near the assortment of games, watching the jousting tournament, or sampling any variety of the foods and drinks to be found.

If approached, she'd be welcoming enough. Come say hi?

Ceremony of Lights

Every night, Pidge joined the people of Mirabar down by the river. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the lanterns, specifically, but the idea of the festival is intriguing enough to have her interest.

Every night, Pidge collected a lantern for herself. But she had yet to actually write something. Sure, there were a lot of things she hoped would happen, and a lot of other things she wished for, but what were the odds of writing any of them down actually accomplishing anything?

Currently, she looked lost in thought, but if approached, she might be willing to chat.

Paper Faces

Pidge was having some regrets right about now. At first, the dress had seemed like a good idea. It wasn't something she'd normally even bother with, and the idea of trying something so wildly different when they were already in a different world had been tempting.

Now, though, she was beginning to realize that she was completely out of her element. This was why she almost never bothered with trying to dress up! Aside from the obvious lack of occasions to do so. But sure.

At least she was wearing flats?

Either way, she was still pleased by the mask. In fact, it might have been her favorite part of this whole thing.

But despite any complaints she might have about her current wardrobe, Pidge was genuinely enjoying herself. The fact that she'd been lingering close to the food table and people watching rather than actually joining in was just completely beside the point.

If asked about it, she'd probably just make the excuse that her dress was slightly too long and she didn't want to screw it up.

Wildcard!

[Feel free to hit me with something else if none of the above are appealing. I'll absolutely match your format. c:]

Paper Faces

[formleg]

[Had he planned to come to the festival? Not really. It seemed like another chance to get lost in the much taller crowds. However, it also didn't seem right to just sit it out either. Wasn't this because of all the hard work they had done? Hunk looked around for an outfit that would be appropriate and eventually found a slightly fancier coat and pants that could work, black with yellow-gold trim. Luckily enough he also found a mask that evening that matched.

He didn't think of himself as much of a dancer, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he found his way to the food table instead to sample dishes prepared for the party. He was enjoying it and was so focused that he bumped into another person as he was making his way down the line.]

Oh. Sorry.

[It's pretty obvious that Hunk doesn't realize who this is. It's not just the mask, but the dress as well. It wasn't like Pidge had ever worn a dress around him...especially one like that.]

steve rogers | mcu | human paladin

[valuedstrength]

you'll shoot your eye out | open

[One of Steve's favorite things to do (when a world jump doesn't end in horror) is play these games and give away the prizes. It shouldn't be a surprise that a man famous for throwing a weird metal frisbee has good aim. The bottle game may be rigged, but he's doing well. Stick around to watch or to get prizes if you can get past the crowd of kids who caught onto the giveaway taking place here.

His archery skills leave a lot to be desired though. No matter how hard he tries, the soldier is dreadfully off target. Steve, eternally stubborn, keeps at it with regular mumbling. This comment is the easiest to hear:] Clint always makes this look easy.

paper faces on parade | open

[Steve still eats his fair share even if the serum isn't quite working the way it used to. Big guys still get hungry. The ale he drinks more carefully as a result. Thor has given the good stuff from Asgard over the years, but he's never been properly drunk. He doesn't think starting in a new world is the best idea.

Still it's magical food and drink. It wards away any darker thoughts that parties featuring a lot of dancing bring out. When he isn't eating, he looks at the dance floor wistfully. Despite having access to books and Youtube videos, he's still never learned how to dance. He clearly is working up the nerve to try. Merry or not, a guy does get nervous.]


[ooc; Feel free to use parts of the other prompts or pm this journal if none of this works!]

@ paper faces on parade

[geomagnetically]

[ A familiar voice comes from behind him, speaking in an amused tone: ]

O Captain, my Captain.

[ Yes, she did just quote Walt Whitman as a 'hi'.

h i l a r i o u s. ]

Please don't tell me you'd rather hang out on the sidelines all evening.

[ Finally, a small smirk crosses her lips at the slight teasing. ]