[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

[sixthiteration]

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.

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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.

Comments

[unraisehell]

The price-tag purse and the buffet food Wynonna stuffed it with has disappeared at some point in the evening. This has lead to some creative re-interpretations of just what her costume is.

"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."

[living_proof]

I watch Wynonna approach from my position leaned way back in the cradle of my seat, my face steadily screwing up in confusion until I'm squinting at her like an eighty-year-old using the internet for the first time. "Sometimes, I really do not understand this place," I declare, and knock back a swig from my glass.

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.

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[unraisehell]

"I think leafs only applies when you're talking about epicly tragic hockey teams," says Wynonna. And then she giggles, looking down at herself.

"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."

[living_proof]

"I dunno, I mean..." I shrug with an exaggerated, contemplative frown. "Broccoli's got potassium and vitamin C. It's a powerhouse vegetable, friend. You are a green badass." I pause, considering. "Plus, you should love you for you. You don't need cheese or dipping sauce. I like you like you are."