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- !mingle,
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- - event: mystery mingle,
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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade
WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.
This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.
You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.
In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.
Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.
Liv Moore | OTA; Masquerade | Navy Blue
I have had, um. Five shots? I don't remember.
But the point, the POINT, is that I can. I can do shots. And that's what I need to do today, and thank you to our weirdo magical overlords for providing for us lowly peons down below. Amen.
Coulda done without the outfit switcheroo, though. In my opinion, it's a little on the nose, if you know what I mean. Because I'm a zombie, and I was in a sweater and now I'm reaping souls. Figuratively. The souls reaping part. Not the zombie part. I'm always a zombie.
Get it?
Ravi was a zombie, too, but he's gone. Just me and Major kickin' it zombie style, awwwww yeah. HOLLA.
"Hey," I say now, to whoever is happening by. "I kill people. Me. I do." I lift my glass of vodka in salute.
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More important matters at hand, though.
Ravi.
Pressing his lips into a tight line, he searches her face to gauge just what level of drunk she is. Glassy eyed, but otherwise hard to say. Might as well ask, "How you holdin' up, sweetheart?"
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This, despite the fact that holding up is the opposite of what I'm looking to do, here. I would like, for once in my life, to not hold up. I would like to fall apart, please and thank you. Just a little, because life can be shitty.
"You know what's funny?" I ask, leaning my cheek on an upturned palm. "I'll tell you what's funny. I'm me," I say, and point to my chest, and then to his. "And you're also me. We're both me."
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He does what any good boyfriend would do and downs it for her, then sets it off to the side.
At this juncture he's still more amused than concerned, and he curls his palm around her free cheek to hold her in place while he ducks in to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Funny you say that, I'm pretty sure we traded places." Because if anyone in this town is the god damn grim reaper... "You want something to eat? I could get you something."
To soak up some of that booze.
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"I know what you're doing. Oh yeah. I got your number." My nod turns into a disbelieving shake of my head. "You're a cruel master, Dr. Barnes. I know what you're doing." A wag of my finger. "First!" I pause, pull in a deep breath. "Do no harm. I took that oath, I know it."
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Not that he expects Liv and Bucky to be attached at the hip but-
He kind of expects one to orbit the other.
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"I thought we were friends, Tony," I manage, hand still lifted, because what he's got on is too damn much. "Why would you do that? Why— This is not cute. This ensemble." I wave my hand, palm out, in a gesture indicating the whole damn thing from the teeth to the tail. "Although I will give you props for realism. Those claws—" Nodding, deeply serious, I curl my thumb and forefinger into the OK sign. "Me, I'm generic. General killing. I don't have to pop out of a guy's chest and do a dance."
He'd asked me a question, hadn't he? Oh, right.
"He's off sulking, probably. He thinks I'm him and he's me, but jokes on him, HA!"
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For some reason.
"Me? I didn't pick this." He's pretty sure it's Peter's fault, but he hasn't seen the kid yet to blame him properly. Sidling into the chair next to Liv takes a moment- navigating the tail's a bitch but- he manages. It's good to be off the stilts. "Good Spaceballs crack, Kavorkian."
Still. The Winter Sulker making an appearance? Boo. "It'd be worse if he was the reaper, you know that. He'd be introspecting all night about guilt and death and shit. This is marginally better. Probably."
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"Listen," I repeat, leaning in instead. "One time, I was a stone-cold sniper, but he doesn't know, don't tell him. He'd probably freak out, okay. But like— I mean, there was no killing—" I pull a face. "Wellll, like this close." I hold up my thumb and forefinger. They're touching because holding them apart the appropriate distance is hard. "That was my first dead boyfriend, that one. He was British."
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"I'm salad," Wynonna responds with a shrug, ducking in to the nearest available source of alcohol to refill her glass. And then she giggles. "Fitting, since I'll be tossing up in the bushes later, I'm sure."
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The hurling in the bushes bit I am on board with, though, and I drag in a slow breath with a slow, sage nod. "Yes. That is what I am aiming for myself. Do you need someone to hold your hair— Nope, no, my bad. You don't have hair, you have leafs—" I frown. "That wrong. Leaves. Leaves." That's the right word, I know it's right word, but it doesn't sound like a real word.
cw marijuana humor
"Okay, tell me if this is a good idea or the drink talking. But I could totally pin some fan leaves from Mark's weed plants on this thing and be the good kush instead of broccoli. Way more useful plant, and a little more worthy of dressing up as."
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It's a party, he's the less celebrated half of the Thriller video, and if Mark and his ex don't babysit him, they'll reap their own harvest of--
Of person they are already used to seeing drunk, honestly. No one puts baby in a corner, mostly because no one cares.
"Is that a threat," he asks, already laughing. "Is it because I'm infringing on your usual IP?"
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I don't know what he means by my IP, so I'm gonna ignore that.
"What do I have to do to get you to give me those shoes? They say, I would like you to go down on me sir, gently. I need them."
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"You look at a pair of pointed toe, red stilettos and you get gently? I can't rehome them with you, I'm sorry, you wouldn't use them right."
Giving her a similar once-over, though, he has to admit, "They would be a great addition to your getup, though. The grim reaper needs an update for the times and our wacky circumstances."
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"Your costume, uh, yeah looks creepy. Let's try not to reap any souls tonight though." This is good wine. He is on his third glass. It's going to be fine. He's less concerned about the skirt this way. "I'm Little Red Riding Hood. I feel like I should be singing some Into the Woods."
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"Oh, I don't think there's any mistaking who you are, Red," I reply with a soft snort. I take a slow sip from my glass, considering the vision in front of me, and then lean forward, licking the vodka from my lips as I sing, "Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good..."
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"The 60s had some weird energy." To say the least. "Someone matched up the song with this video from the 30s of Betty Boop and it goes surprisingly well."
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I know he's from Bucky and Tony's universe, but that apparently means nothing when it comes to how old you are. Better to just ask.
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He lifts his own glass, smiling.
"Bravo! So do I!"
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"You are very fancy, sir, and I do not know you," I declare with a sweeping appraisal of his outfit. "You have a very impressive moustache and I like it."
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He inclines his head at her assessment, a slightly over-the-top acceptance of her compliment. "Both myself and my well-groomed moustache kindly accept your compliment, dear. I am Dorian of House Pavus, though there's really no call or formalities, is there?"
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