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maskormenacelogs2016-10-31 06:57 pm
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just like a ghost you've been haunting my dreams
WHO: Kanaya Maryam and guests (maybe even you!)
WHERE: Maryam Designs, Nonah
WHEN: October 30
WHAT: A Halloween party open to all! Get your costume ready and feel free to drop in
WARNINGS: Spooky scaries
The production floor imPorts may have seen on the Network has been cleared out to open up the dance floor. There are chairs set up on either side, with a stage at the back end and an open bar at the front, everything lit in a rainbow of colors. There's punch available for anyone underage, but it looks a little too red. Don't worry, it isn't really blood. ...Right? One corner has a very delicately stacked pile of jack-o-lanterns casting sinister shadows on their accompanying skeletal scarecrow. In addition to all of the other decorations, there are skeletons laying all across the ceiling, looking down on the partiers below.
The only thing more elaborately decorated than the room is the hostess herself, in a dress she custom-made, all leather and bones, carrying herself with all the viciousness of a royal. The guest list includes many natives among its number, not only the Maryam Designs staff, but many other fashion professionals as well. Maybe not a lot of the bigger names, though one or two may drop in to see how the shape of things.
At 8pm, Manolo Sanchez takes the stage with his mariachi band, playing his set for about an hour. Once he's finished, there will only be low ambient music to let everyone mingle. Around five minutes later, all of the power in the room suddenly cuts, leaving them with only the light of the jack-o'lanterns to guide them. Kanaya tries to keep them calm, assuring them she'll be talking to the electric company to figure out what went wrong. She very conspicuously does not let out her glow to light up the room, but continues talking loudly enough that anyone in the room can hear her, trying to keep them looking at her.
The room hasn't even been dark for a minute when suddenly the skeletons drop from the ceiling, light exploding from bulb kept where their hearts would be, and music starts to fill the room. The DJ has taken the stage under cover of darkness, and it's time to dance the night away.
So grab a drink, get some candy, get on the dance floor and have some fun! That's what the night is for, after all.
WHERE: Maryam Designs, Nonah
WHEN: October 30
WHAT: A Halloween party open to all! Get your costume ready and feel free to drop in
WARNINGS: Spooky scaries
The production floor imPorts may have seen on the Network has been cleared out to open up the dance floor. There are chairs set up on either side, with a stage at the back end and an open bar at the front, everything lit in a rainbow of colors. There's punch available for anyone underage, but it looks a little too red. Don't worry, it isn't really blood. ...Right? One corner has a very delicately stacked pile of jack-o-lanterns casting sinister shadows on their accompanying skeletal scarecrow. In addition to all of the other decorations, there are skeletons laying all across the ceiling, looking down on the partiers below.
The only thing more elaborately decorated than the room is the hostess herself, in a dress she custom-made, all leather and bones, carrying herself with all the viciousness of a royal. The guest list includes many natives among its number, not only the Maryam Designs staff, but many other fashion professionals as well. Maybe not a lot of the bigger names, though one or two may drop in to see how the shape of things.
At 8pm, Manolo Sanchez takes the stage with his mariachi band, playing his set for about an hour. Once he's finished, there will only be low ambient music to let everyone mingle. Around five minutes later, all of the power in the room suddenly cuts, leaving them with only the light of the jack-o'lanterns to guide them. Kanaya tries to keep them calm, assuring them she'll be talking to the electric company to figure out what went wrong. She very conspicuously does not let out her glow to light up the room, but continues talking loudly enough that anyone in the room can hear her, trying to keep them looking at her.
The room hasn't even been dark for a minute when suddenly the skeletons drop from the ceiling, light exploding from bulb kept where their hearts would be, and music starts to fill the room. The DJ has taken the stage under cover of darkness, and it's time to dance the night away.
So grab a drink, get some candy, get on the dance floor and have some fun! That's what the night is for, after all.
Mighty Max - ota
There's a blond, preteen Indiana Jones leaning on the punch table, holding a glass, offering a lopsided grin at a very disgruntled-looking barkeep, holding up a small card. It's not difficult to see he's trying to get his hands on a grown-up drink.
"No, see, look. It's my school ID from back home. Look at the date of birth, see?" He leans in closer, tapping a spot on the card. "December 21, 1981. Look at that. I am absolutely old enough to indulge in all of your fine work."
For all the charm that Max is radiating, it doesn't appear to be working.
- - -
Max wasn't really afraid of the dark. Unsettled by it, yes. Disoriented by having to navigate by jack o' lantern light? Absolutely. But afraid? He had wayyy worse fears ingrained in his mind, and dark was very low on that list.
Skeletons, on the other hand? Skeletons were less welcome in Max's personal space, especially after recent events with his memories going haywire and being projected in front of everyone -- and then some. So when the celebrations start up again, Max doesn't get "spooky fun" scared, as was probably the intent. Instead he finds himself scurrying to a darker, empty corner of the room, trying to calm his pounding heart and remind himself how dumb it is to be afraid of prop skeletons.
Dumb as it might be, he's still having trouble getting his hands to stop shaking as he clutches his cup of (frustratingly non-alcoholic) punch.