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maskormenacelogs2018-04-01 12:07 pm
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Entry tags:
- † akira fudo | devilman,
- † baal | n/a,
- † cassandra igarashi | n/a,
- † eikichi mishina | yellow owl,
- † inanna | queen of heaven,
- † laura wilson | persephone,
- † lester papadopoulos | apollo,
- † satan | ryo asuka,
- † shinjiro aragaki | n/a,
- † yato | delivery god,
- † yu narukami | n/a,
- † yusuke kitagawa | fox
Open | SOME KINDA SONG LYRICS ABOUT CALMING THE FUCK DOWN
WHO: anyone! everyone?
WHERE: a cool magical cave under uptown maurtia aka Club Hades
WHEN: friday friday we got down on friday
WHAT: Post Groundhogs Day Nap Party
WARNINGS: drinking certainly, probably some smooching, LABEL UR THREADS KIDDOS
i. GETTING TO HADES
The path down into Hades is usually convoluted at best, much more frequently fraught and dangerous. Tonight, though, there's a trail of glowy flowers leading down into the dark from the abandoned subway line. There's no scary toll bridge or impossible switchbacks. Even the ADA entrance has been made more hospitable: normally it's just a hole in the ground into which one must plummet with no promise of safety now has a neat little sign that says "It's safe." Thoughtful!
When guests arrive, they will see the place decorated in a toned down version of its usual fashion. The space is a huge concert hall and temple, carved out of the stone. Some parts of the cave are left in their natural state, other parts carved into images of gods and monsters and pop starts.
The whole space is lit by the soft glow of vines and flowers that climb all over the walls and ceilings.
ii. FOOD...?
As promised, Persephone has provided... pomegranates. There is one folding table piled high with the fruits. Some are quartered, some sliced, mostly whole.
Thank god there's another table set up for a potluck. Hopefully some people thought to bring actual food?
iv. MAGNUS CHASE MEMORIALFAINTING PIT NAP ZONE
While most of the big ass cave has been smoothed to a dance floor, there is a large divot in the ground that has been left in a more natural state. On top of the uneven floor has been stacked old carpets and cushions and rugs and furs and blankets. It looks like a sweet place to nap, and definitely not like you will wake up with bed bugs. Trust us.
v. KARAOKE
Obligatory. It's happening on her stage, and for once the volume is low enough that it only drowns about half the cave in amateurish warbling.
vi. FADE TO BLACK IN THE BACK
If you are familiar enough (or nosy enough) you have probably found that there's more than a couple of bedrooms above the backstage. Persephone's bedroom(s) are locked, but there are a few sparsely decorated guest rooms that one might run off to. Mind that PG-13 rating!
WHERE: a cool magical cave under uptown maurtia aka Club Hades
WHEN: friday friday we got down on friday
WHAT: Post Groundhogs Day Nap Party
WARNINGS: drinking certainly, probably some smooching, LABEL UR THREADS KIDDOS
i. GETTING TO HADES
The path down into Hades is usually convoluted at best, much more frequently fraught and dangerous. Tonight, though, there's a trail of glowy flowers leading down into the dark from the abandoned subway line. There's no scary toll bridge or impossible switchbacks. Even the ADA entrance has been made more hospitable: normally it's just a hole in the ground into which one must plummet with no promise of safety now has a neat little sign that says "It's safe." Thoughtful!
When guests arrive, they will see the place decorated in a toned down version of its usual fashion. The space is a huge concert hall and temple, carved out of the stone. Some parts of the cave are left in their natural state, other parts carved into images of gods and monsters and pop starts.
The whole space is lit by the soft glow of vines and flowers that climb all over the walls and ceilings.
ii. FOOD...?
As promised, Persephone has provided... pomegranates. There is one folding table piled high with the fruits. Some are quartered, some sliced, mostly whole.
Thank god there's another table set up for a potluck. Hopefully some people thought to bring actual food?
iv. MAGNUS CHASE MEMORIAL
While most of the big ass cave has been smoothed to a dance floor, there is a large divot in the ground that has been left in a more natural state. On top of the uneven floor has been stacked old carpets and cushions and rugs and furs and blankets. It looks like a sweet place to nap, and definitely not like you will wake up with bed bugs. Trust us.
v. KARAOKE
Obligatory. It's happening on her stage, and for once the volume is low enough that it only drowns about half the cave in amateurish warbling.
vi. FADE TO BLACK IN THE BACK
If you are familiar enough (or nosy enough) you have probably found that there's more than a couple of bedrooms above the backstage. Persephone's bedroom(s) are locked, but there are a few sparsely decorated guest rooms that one might run off to. Mind that PG-13 rating!
Satan / Ryo
[ Ryo will be coming in with Akira, but of course he can be found on his own. This time he isn't using is (kind of terrible) 80's style, but his clothes still aren't exactly fit for a party either - does he care though? Certainly not.
He isn't thoughtful enough to bring food or drinks, and he won't be taking any, either way. Instead he will move a cushion and stay faaaaar away from everyone, like the very friendly guy he is. Anyone who can sense these things can tell Ryo isn't exactly human and gives off a strange yet bright aura - those who can't sense these things, will probably think he is a weirdo because for sure he is reaching for his sunglasses and just put them on as if that's a normal thing to do. ]
SATAN
[ naturally he won't be staying as Ryo for the whole night, some people only know him as Satan. He will keep pretending to be two different people for as long he can, honestly. When he has the chance, Ryo will transform into his original form - Satan. All of his12 wings and this time NOT naked (hey, we are keeping this PG13 after all) - wearing a backless dress for all of his wings, and naturally no shoes because he does have wings on his ankles as well.
He will be found around but tries to keep to himself mostly. At a corner, here and there, observing everyone. He isn't hard to miss because of all those wings, but if you have missed him inside, you might find him outside, just by the entrance of the club, once Satan has grown tired of being around humans. ]
Saaaaaaaaaaatan
But hey, at least there's something to be said for the company. ]
Satan-...? Hey, you made it! Are you OK?
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satan!
...He's not the weirdest being she's met here. But he's, y'know, up there.
She approaches somewhat warily, only because she has a bit of a hunch. ]
I think I know who you are...but I also don't think it's the best idea to take a wild guess.
[ Even someone of little social skill knows random people don't like being called Satan, after all. ]
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Ryo
[Eikichi doesn't seem to fazed by the glasses - the odd feeling he gets from the guy just makes him more interested to knowing exactly what is going on and he invites himself to a cushion nearby. He's certainly from another decade too, the bluish hair contrasting greatly to his red eyes. The outfit is from home - if he's gonna party, he's gonna bring his best....and right now that's actually his best. Woops.]
Name's Eikichi Mishina!
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Inanna
At one point they do venture out of the pit of pillows to fill a glass in the gin river, but aside from that it really does seem like they're planning to spend the entirety of the party curled up in a pile of only slightly sketchy looking blankets and...ignoring the party. ]
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Not in a creepy way. Maybe. That's up for debate. He doesn't mean to be, at least. Just some tall, skinny, barely-eighteen-year-old who looks too neat and proper to have any business here, staring at them between boxed fingers from near the gin fountain, murmuring to himself? That's normal. Yusuke is normal. ]
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gin adventures
[Akira is squatting next to the gin river where it waterfalls out of the rocks. The gin certainly smelled real, but this is the first time he saw alcohol used in this way.]
[Lacking in cups, he leans forward curiously and tries to get a taste of it. When he fails to reach it with his face, he gives the fountain a squint. A long, definitely inhuman tongue slithers out of his mouth to get a lick.]
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Gin River
It feels like my mouth is on fire...
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At least someone finds that useful. [ to him, it's just really excessive. ]
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Yusuke | ota
He's far more attracted to the design if the place than he is to the prospect of joining a cuddle pile, so he can be mostly found admiring the carvings in stone, or having himself a drink if it's offered. Should he eat something with that? Yes. Will he? Probably not. He needs his hands to draw pictures of all the karaoke singers without asking. ]
Re: Yusuke | ota
[ The offer is made from a pile of leather and studs and hoodie, lying face down on a couch. ]
We're outta ice.
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Hey I think we got off on the wrong foot last time! I didn't know you were an artist, that's great!
[He appears positively excited.]
D'you mind if I see?
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Hey, long time no see. Hungry?
[Yep, she's just going to sit down right next to him. Enjoy that plate hovering near your face, Yusuke.]
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Shinjiro Aragaki | OTA
MISC.
food
A few minutes later, another look, but then back to Ignoring. This repeats a few times until she looks around, trying to confirm that no one is looking, and then there are vines pilfering a number of fruit tarts and slinking them back through the darkness to a ratty couch where they are devoured. ]
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When did you make all of this?
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Food!
Oh! That looks all amazing, Shinjiro-san. I didn't know you could cook this well.
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Persephone | OTA
No, wait, that is just your hostess. She is in a three-headed dog hoodie, and sprawled face down. Easy mistake to make.
Holding a party once the danger was past had seemed well and good, but then she forgot that parties involved people, and she hated all of them. It was a pretty silly thing to forget, and boy does she feel stupid, but even as the first attendees arrive, she is realizing she's not really terribly up for entertaining. Maybe once the party is rolling, she supposes, she can leave it all in the hands of her security team and peace out to a club.
But even that sounds like too much effort.
So face down the monster dog remains, periodically reaching off the couch for a pile of pomegranates, and munching one whole like a fucking apple. ]
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crobat can't fly as well in such a small (to a bat that's used to having the wide open sky) space, so he's crawling along by leaning forward on his wing joints. possibly the weirdest dog?
he recognises persephone and hops over to her, stopping just near her head with his head cocked. he chirps once, twice, then reaches out with a wing to bat the pomegranate out her hand.
hey. pay attention to him.]
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1/?
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4/4
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1/2
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akira fudo | ota
[Ryo may not have thought to bring any food, but Akira did. And he was thinking... four trays packed with ribs. Not that he didn't like the taste of pomegranates, but his appetite had been acting up lately, and he wasn't going to survive the night on fruits.]
[After surveying the potluck, Akira quickly assumes his role as Guy Eating all the Food. Specifically, eating all the things with meat in them while laying face-up on the bench attached to the table. It was a good position for chewing and absently staring at the ceiling. Sometimes, you just needed time to be a sad carnivore.]
[Occasionally, one of his wandering hands would end up back on the table to pick at something - anything would do - as long as it wasn't a plant. But it's Akira, so after a few emptied trays, he wouldn't be antisocial for too long.]
b. wall art
[with the illumination of the cave that he hadn't noticed before, Akira could be found admiring the murals in the rock, holding a couple of those flowers in his hands to use as a makeshift lantern.]
[Eventually, he comes across a set of month-old, familiar looking claw marks over a mural of what looked like a Keres(one of many). This is where he had been sitting during Persephone's concert. The fierce, snarling profile and intricately detailed wings were marred with ragged, diagonal stripes.]
[Well fuck. He broke this beautifully crafted piece of art with his horrible monster hands.]
[He fits his fingers perfectly into the thick grooves, tracing them down their length.]
...How do you fix this?
c. KARAOKE
[After some more gin in his body, it was time to check out that Karaoke machine. He flips through all the song options, fully ready to curse this club with his utter lack of musical talent, but there was only one problem.]
I don't know any of these songs. Is there anything from around 1987?
wall argh
's not getting fixed. I like it.
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food
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Nico | ota
[ It took a lot of convincing Will to let him just shadow travel them to Hades. The directions Persephone liked to give were (to him) easy to figure out, but convoluted enough to get people lost. Rather then deal with the potential mess he gave Will a smile before dragging him into the nearest shadow.
He wondered if the son of Apollo would ever get used to it.
So he arrived, holding onto Will's hand tight looking around for a moment before he gives him a tired smile. ]
See? That was so much easier. Come on. Let's go see what's going on.
[ Food ]
[ He expected the pomegranates but not this many. Nico often wondered how far the Pantheon went in terms of their respective gods. Did they actually bind people to Persephone as there was no true Underworld? Maybe he was thinking too hard on it, and since he was already bound being a son of Hades he grabs one of the sliced fruits and starts to pick out the seeds.
Despite having to survive off them in an air tight jar, he has since grown fond of the taste. Maybe it was because this Persephone didn't hate him he could enjoy them more. Though how she got so many when they were out of season, he'll never know.
If anyone cared to notice, he's only eating six seeds at a time. ]
[ Karaoke ]
What... is this?
[ He's used to camp sing-a-longs (much to his dismay) but this was new. Karaoke hadn't quite been invented yet when he was a kid, so it's still rather unfamiliar. He's just going to sit back and watch as imPorts and natives alike make fools of themselves as they sang.
He just looks perplexed. Someone explain technology to this boy. ]
FOODS
SHE CAN DO IT
ITS THERE IF YOU ONLY BELIEVE IN YOURSELF AND REACH OUT TO CLAIM IT!!!
And that's why she ruffled his hair. ]
Hey kid.
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[karaoke]
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Food
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Arrival
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Re: Arrival
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BY SPECIAL REQUEST: BAAL, arriving [?] days later w/ starbucks
It's been days since Persephone posted her community-wide invite, but Baal figures it's still as good a place to start as any; he follows the provided directions, along the abandoned blue-line tracks running north from Uptown Maurtia Falls Station, and with his powers it doesn't take him long at all to find and reach Club Hades. Experimentally, he tries to send the following mass text to whatever handful of familiar names pop up on his communicator: ]
It's Baal.
Sorry I'm late. Anything I should know?
[ But being underground, it's hard to know how many -- if any -- of them will actually send, granted the dubious service he's probably getting down here. Hopefully it'll reach whoever it needs to, though; he's kept the message vague enough, in case it goes through to anyone he's spoken to already*. A lot can change even in the short amount of time that's passed since he first got here, it's not impossible he could already be due for an update.
Otherwise, he wanders the place, looking around for anyone he knows, admiring (as much as one can) the walls -- the vines, the flowers, the art -- with only the vaguest of skeptical, confused expressions on his face, scanning the pomegranate-covered food table but too mythologically aware to actually taste any, and making idle conversation with strangers. He may not exactly be looking his best, but he's still an extrovert; chatting people up doesn't come difficult to him. Assuming there's still any people even left, days later. ]
Exactly what sort of party is this...?
❚ ( *If we're keeping a TDM thread as game canon, feel free to assume this takes place after that! Or however it would make the most sense, I'm flexible. )
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[ Truly, this is the most important piece of information that Inanna could give to Baal. How a party hosted by a Goddess managed to run out of mixers is anyone's guess (the answer is depression), but they're down to just half a bottle of some shitty blue gatorade now.
When Baal actually arrives and finishes chatting with unfamiliar natives and imPorts on his initial circuit around the party, he'll find Inanna sprawled out on one of the couches in the nap zone. They're actually fairly removed from the rest of the party; no gaggle of followers sprawled over them, or anywhere else for that matter. Instead it's just...Inanna, browsing through Rumblr on their phone and generally ignoring the party entirely.
Until Baal comes close enough for them to notice, and then suddenly they're sitting up and trying to very subtly fix their hair so it doesn't look like they've just been laying around on a couch for days on end. Which they definitely have. ]
Baal. Ah...you've missed most of it.
[ As if the party had ever been anything other than a bunch of imPorts lying around in various states of exhaustion. ]
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Utena Tenjou
[She'd been down here earlier, when they were all plotting to save their home. But now that they aren't on the brink of disaster she finally realizes just how beautiful this cave is. It may be cold and eerie, but the vines and flowers bring light and color to the gloom, and prove that life can flourish in even the darkest of places. It's soothing...]
Eugh!
[Exceeept for that. That right there. The gargoyle looking guy with the Elton John shades, sticking right out of the cave wall. Utena wrinkles her nose and pokes at his forked tongue]
Alright, who's this guy supposed to be? Somebody's ex-manager?
02. Mixology 101
[Utena glances between the fountain of gin and the pile of pomegranates, unsure of what to do with either of them. How are you supposed to eat those things? Just bite down on it like an apple? Or you could mix it up with something...
Idea. She digs out a few seeds into a glass, staining her fingers with juice, and adds just a little bit of alcohol. People usually drink this stuff with something fruity, don't they? She takes a sip, and...
...chokes immediately. God. Oh god. She has made mistakes. Mistakes have certainly been made. She coughs and gags until the taste is out of her mouth and the seeds are out of her throat. Apologies to anyone who gets gin or bits of pomegranate flung in their direction.]
03. Fake Happy
[Food has been eaten, drinks were drank, and maybe you were even able to get her to get up on stage and sing a few songs. She stumbles down to the blanket pit and flops on the nearest pile of pillows, but as her energy crashes, so does her mood. The party was a fun distraction, but without anything to grab her attention, her thoughts return back to what happened in their time loop. What happened even before the time loop. Her face sinks, but as soon as she sees someone nearby, she tries to force a smile]
It's nice, isn't it? This party, this place, this...
[She waves a hand around, not entirely sober]
...everything.
[It's a nice party! They're all supposed to be having fun! There's no need to bring the mood down.]
04. Wildcard
[OOC: Got any other ideas? Hit me up]
3
Yeah it's been very nice.
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Definitely Not A Giant Robot / ota
anyone coming near the obnoxiously gangly and tall blue-haired guy's little pillow nest may find themselves pelted with pillows, with incredible accuracy. get past that and he'll give up, accepting his fate.]
I was just testing you.
[for what? it's unclear. riptide flops back down on his now mostly pillow-less nest, something cracking on the stone floor.]
...Ow.
literally when the fuck did this comment get here
So you look like hot garbage.
it was definitely on time
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Clearly not.
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(prose or brackets is fine, I'll match)
He finds Club Hades with less trouble than he expected, and he isn't sure whether that should concern him or not.
Yato pauses by the carved images, looking them over with interest. What was the proper protocol for showing up at someone's temple when they were actually (semi)-expecting you? Most of the time he'd just lurked around unattended branch shrines like a hobo.
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Yo~ Yato.
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