Turning over a new LIF

[maskormods]

WHO: The imPorts!
WHERE: The Ashen Tree, NYC, New York. Need help getting there? See here!
WHEN: April 14th, 8:00 PM - April 15th 1:00 AM
WHAT: The April Swearing In Guessing Game!
WARNINGS: None foreseeable!


Welcome to The Ashen Tree! This sleek, elegant private property leased out only occasionally for limited and exclusive events. The Ashen Tree is a five story, century-and-half old mansion down East 67th Street, constructed somewhat in the vein of those famed and excessive Vanderbilt houses. The theme inherent to The Ashen Tree is in black and white -- this duality means more than just visual aesthetic. There is right, and there is wrong. There is good and there is evil. There is Registered and there is Unsettled. This reoccurring dilemma won't be lost upon your hosts, governmental or otherwise.

The thrust of this Swearing In is to play a game! There will be two versions of this game. If you are newly imPorted (if this is the FIRST Swearing In that occurred since you have been ported in), then you are automatically entered into a raffle to win prizes! You can enter your name into the raffle ONCE for EVERY THREAD with A DIFFERENT CHARACTER that you have! How lucky you are! If you have BEEN here (if this is NOT the first Swearing In that occurred since you have been ported in), then you may only enter the raffle if you WIN at the game.

What is the game?

The Identity Game.

Every imPort who is in the DESIGNATED ROOMS: ROOT, TRUNK, BRANCH, and TWIGS will do their best to pretend to act like another imPort. If someone (who is also in character, just like you are) guesses what imPort you are pretending to be, then THEY may enter their name in the raffle. If you guess the pretend identity of someone else, then YOU get to enter your name in the raffle. There is no sign-up for who pretends to be whom, and there can be multiple imPorts impersonating the same imPort. That will not be regulated. The more you guess correctly someone's pretend identity (which can be achieved by threading with many people), the more you get to enter your name in the raffle. You MUST guess the identity of the imPort being impersonated correctly -- there is right and there is wrong. If someone guesses your character's impersonation correctly, then you have to tell them. You do not have to keep the same impersonation for the WHOLE LOG, but you do for at least a single thread! No changing up identity on someone. ANY imPort can play this game, INCLUDING new imPorts. While new imPorts can play the Guessing Game, or impersonate other imPorts to their desire, their eligibility to enter the raffle is still judged differently. Because they're new!

The LEAVES ROOM is the "safe" zone. You can be yourself! You can stop pretending! Well, maybe some imPorts never actually stop pretending -- maybe there is some gray between all this black and white.

Comments

[debauchewy]

[Guess who also likes to drink and eat and be entertained on someone else's tab?]

[Hisoka, and he couldn't help but bother her for her attention seeing he sprawled out like that with an alcohol drink and a just as alcoholic chaser. How amusing. Either she can really hold her liquor or she's just as cheap as he is and taking advantage of the hand outs.]

Well you're definitely on your way to making it more fun.

[A pointed glance to the glass. To the tumbler. And he smiles an amused smile, sitting on a couch nearby. Hisoka himself wears a much less cheap and trashy but just as eye catching suit. His hair still dyed completely white, slicked back, lips glossed with a yellow lip paint to match some yellow eye shadow at the corners of his eyes.]

[He'll set his own glass of champagne down as he sits, not far enough to be unable to casually sip at it though.]

[enustari]

[This body has developed a high tolerance over the years she's had it, and it only seems to have gotten higher since she arrived here. Doublefisting is the most efficient way to get to her preferred level of intoxication. She'd probably have two whiskeys if she hadn't snagged the wine off a tray first and, well, wasting alcohol is something she just doesn't do.]

It's a start, anyway. Truth be told, I'm not sure I can be drunk enough for this party.

[She gives him a lazy once-over, one eyebrow raised, eventually settling on approval. Anyone choosing to clash with the stark atmosphere gets points in her book, at least to start with. Her own blending is only superficial given the cut of her outfit and the jarring fact that, up close like this, it's apparent that the skin displayed by her romper is badly scarred. Long knife slashes crisscross her arms and thighs, interspersed with smaller nicks and scratches. She could have hidden them with ease, but she did not.]

I may have to leave and start my own.

[debauchewy]

[Good for her! Despite Hisoka's strength and will, he's got an average amount of alcohol tolerance, so she's sure to be impressive. Certainly no Uvogin, but still impressive. She IS chasing her whine with hard liquor... or her hard liquor with wine. Soon to both be hard liquor, just chug the wine and get it over with, girl.]

Can't make your own fun?

[A once over huh? He catches her eyes on the way up and just gives a coy smile, lips peeling up along his cheeks, leaning to set his chin on a hand. Approval, why thank you. He sure should get approval considering all the budget in his show seems to go to him he's worked so hard on his image and body over the years. She certainly has his attention though, even if he hasn't pried into getting hints about her possible powers yet. Certainly cute though, and silly with her two drinks and give-no-shits posture on that couch.]

[He will notice the scars though. Hardly ogling her legs, he's just extremely perceptive. They hardly get a glance though. Self inflicted? Or perhaps- not? Hard to say. He gives another smile.]

Would you? What sort? I suppose this is New York City, though I've only done a small amount of research concerning this place. Are you familiar with it?

[enustari]

[She stretches and sips at her wine, draining a third of the glass in one go.]

I've been a few times, over the years. Different New York, of course, different universe. But I imagine there are some constants.

If nothing else, I could ask a local to show me a good time. [There are oh so many ways that could go. She tips her head back, laughing.]

[debauchewy]

A local? Be careful, unless you can handle some unwanted attention? [Brows up. Can you- throw a really good punch? He's very interested in the answer.]

[enustari]

Do I look like I can't? [Teasing, with her voice, with her eyes. Another sip.]

We're all more than we appear here, or so I've been led to believe.

[debauchewy]

I'm not sure, I might need a closer look. [Teasing, he likes it, you can keep going. Though her comment has him a bit more interested. Either she really is just teasing, playing with him, or she truly does have something to hide. He hopes it's the latter.]

All of us? Yes I suppose, it's just a matter of how much more. Willing to share or will I have to wait for those drinks to be finished to get an answer?

[enustari]

Look as much as you like. [Smiling, sipping. She finishes the wine and places the glass on the arm of the couch where it teeters precariously but doesn't fall.]

There's no harm in telling. I'm enustari, a mage.

[Elsa is still unused to announcing herself so directly. Mages in her world tend to recognize each other on sight, and all of them would sense her power even if they did not know her name and face. Oh, well! One more thing to adjust to in this new world.]

[debauchewy]

Enustari. [Parrots it, gets the word on his tongue and makes a mental note. A mage, so, magic? Or whatever her world defined 'magic' as, or defined 'mage' as rather.]

You'll have to be more specific.

[enustari]

In my world, blood is power—if you know how to use it. [Pause for effect.] And I do.

I was one of the best. That's what enustari means.

And then I lost my tags to this log, damnit.

[debauchewy]

Enustari being the title someone of a high status gains? Ohh~ Now you just have me curious. What sort of of things can mages do from your world?

it happens!

[enustari]

Nearly anything, with enough blood. Cheat death, stop time. [A little tipsy and in full-on bragging mode.]

[debauchewy]

How intriguing, anything at all? Does everyone have access to such potential? Or do you train to gain expertise in any specific area?

Do you favour any particular sort of magic?

[enustari]

It's a trained skill. Of course, some people are naturally better at it than others. Most are too dull to even consider it a possibility. Wouldn't notice magic unless you punched them in the face with it.

As for me, I'm a Fabricator. [She taps her fingers on the side of her glass, considering how best to explain.] I build things—objects, machines—that manipulate magical energy.

[debauchewy]

Manipulate magical energy? Gosh I'm so lost. [Powers people have here range so widely. Already he's thinking of Revan at her words though. Creating things? Though he wonders what purpose they'd have in this world. Manipulate magical energy to do what? Does it power them in some way to do whatever she built them for? Were others able to use them?]

[He realizes now this is a near heavy topic to be having with someone he just met, and chuckles a little.]

I'm sorry to be so curious, I can't help myself.

[enustari]

Eh, it's fine, I've interrogated a few strangers about their abilities myself. There's such an interesting collection here.

I'd offer to cast something and show you, but I plan on drinking a lot more before getting thrown out of this party.

[debauchewy]

The sort of rules people's powers adhere to as well, it makes me wonder about their world, about the potential there. Have you found anyone truly interesting? [A chuckle.] Or a power much more worth your attention?

Mm, does drinking make using your powers difficult? [He wonders why bother drinking then.]

[enustari]

Oh no, I meant they're probably too hoity-toity in here for- [she mimes slashing her wrist] -you know? God forbid we frighten the caterers.

As far as other people go, I've mostly met healers.

[debauchewy]

Only healers? How boring, not that those sort of abilities can't be impressive as well.

[A glance to her wrists, her legs. Makes sense now at least.] We could retire somewhere close by, not too far from the alcohol then? And hidden away. I'd just love to see how it works.

[enustari]

[Not boring at all if you consider how many times a person like that could be bled, but that's more than she cares to share.]

If you're that curious, we could sneak off to one of the bathrooms.

[debauchewy]

[Certainly would be useful, that's for sure. Useful to everyone, but even more so to her. Has she found a particular person to use? Of was she planning on making a lot of friends with the same sort of ability?]

We could.

[A smile, and he'll move to stand.]

[enustari]

[She finishes the rest of her drink (over half the glass, geez Elsa) in one go and stands as well.]

I think there was one this way.

[And with that she's off, ducking through the crowd with the empty glass still in hand. Down the hall from the Leaves room is the place she's looking for and, what luck, it's currently unoccupied.]

[debauchewy]

[He's tempted to applaud, girl really can handle her alcohol, or just- really likes to drinks. Ah, to each their own. He's certainly not going to object to it.]

[He'll follow after, swift and quick behind her, not falling back at all and enters the conveniently unoccupied restroom with her. Eyes glued, feeling anticipation curl in his gut.]

[enustari]

[As soon as the door is closed behind them, the reason for hanging on to the tumbler becomes clear as she brings it to the sink and smashes it against the side. By way of explanation,]

Knife's at home, no pockets in this thing. [She selects one of the larger shards of glass and holds it up to the light, yes, that will do. Smiles at Hisoka.]

Now, what would you like to see?

[debauchewy]

[He laughs, she was so abrupt, she could've just asked. He could easily make the toilet paper in here usable as a blade. Ah, too late now, his fingers light over his lips, watching her, staring at the glass now in her hand.]

I'm not sure where to begin. What sort of things can I ask for?