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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.

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.

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The problem he has is that he can't submerge himself in the green, regrow his body, and he feels weak. That said it's an "I'm feeling stronger" evening. He's made himself a cane instead of his crutch, keeping it in the little hollow that he's made his...home so to speak in the absence of a swamp.

Imagine his surprise upon waking up that he has a gift. A pair of slacks and a shirt.

He spent most of the day staring at it before growling to himself and putting it on. Dressing, in clothing is weird. It shouldn't be. But...this... Surprisingly the shirt that he wore fit well and even with the moss and damp that made up him it still managed to...add to it somehow.

Hm.

He arrives after the transformation of the gusts and his red eyes go wide. It's probably not as weird as seeing a tree man wearing clothing - real clothes - but-

"...Ah. I guess I was one of the lucky ones."

"Hey, we kinda match."

It's like someone made a Swamp Thing cosplay out of muppets. Green fuzzy fleece and green yarn pompoms turning her into a cozy stalk of broccoli, complete with price-tag purse.

At least she's organic.

That gets a chuckle from Alec. Surprisingly his shirt hasn't soaked itself from his usual drippings.

It's...pleasant.

"Brassicaceae, species, broccolo - from the Italian. A flowering cabbage. You look nice and healthy, though not entirely appropriate for a cold weather climate like this one will be."

He pauses, "...Did you chose to dress like that?"

He may be a Botanist but even he wouldn't dress up as a flower. Apart from...well. Now.

"Nope, and I only got it from the purse."

Which she's already filled with napkin-wrapped appetizers. It's not so much that she's worried they'll never see food this good again so much as just habit when presented with fancy party-food.

"But seeing as how, uh... less some of the costumes other people have gotten" she points at a passing poofy miniskirt, "I think I got off easy."

Someone practically naked passes by Alec and he laughs aloud, the noise rumbling like thunder, "I haven't been to a party like this in years. Most people tend to run no matter who looks like we do."

He adjusts his sleeves, "Though this shirt's not getting mossy or wet. Maybe I just wore it right but I missed wearing clothing."

Embarrassingly, Ty's first thought was that some weird corn monster had arrived to break up the festivities. Considering the warnings he had gotten, he had been half prepared to toss the plate full of food he had to the ground, and grab one of the nearby chairs to break off a leg to defend himself. But then he noticed the cane. And that the uh... what he was going to mentally refer to as an Ent had spoken.

He forced the tension out of his shoulders, instead offering a tentative smile, turning back to face the crowd.

"What, you didn't want to be a sexy..." He looked over a few of the costumes before deciding, "mermaid?"

"I've known individuals who...amount to merpeople. They're not pleasant."

Best not to think of Arthur Curry here however. He and Atlantis didn't get along on principle even if he had fingers in their kingdom.

Then again, he had fingers everywhere. Normally.

"...No I was never much of a costume person. This is about my speed and I do appreciate having a...shirt for the moment."

Normally, Ty might have laughed off such a statement, but considering this person's looks and the fact that someone else here lived in a world full of demons and witches, he couldn't really apply normal reasoning to anything here.

"Seriously? They actually the type to lead people to shipwrecks and their deaths?" And he hoped this person was patient, because everything they said was only giving rise to more questions. Eyebrows arched, Ty surveyed him for a few moments, trying to find a diplomatic way to phrase all of his questions.

"How fast are you?" Seemed like the safest one to start, and because he was aware he was coming off as someone interrogating instead of just having an actual conversation, he shifted his plate so he could hold out a hand. "And, sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Ty. You can tell me to stop asking you questions at any time."

"...I can't speak to what they'd do or not do, but I know that Aquaman has tried to work with the surface world on multiple occasions."

He shrugged his massive shoulders before attempting to stick his hands in his pockets and...failing. Well. It all can't be perfect.

"...How fast am I?" When connected to the green? He was hungering for it. yearning, "Not very admittedly. And a pleasure to meet you Ty. Never stop asking questions. I'm a scientist. My job is to ask questions. If you have any about me I'd love to answer them."

"Aquaman? That sounds like it should be a superhero name." Ty said amused, before deciding to move to the far more interesting topic.

It would probably be insurmountably rude to ask if science was the reason that he looked like how he did at the moment, especially since this scientist probably got it all the time.

"What's your field of study?" He asked curiously, turning to face him properly.

"Botany. and biology."

The notion of Aquaman as a superhero makes him chuckle, "He is a superhero. Aquaman. He's a part of the Justice League. A collection of superheroes."

"I probably should have guessed that." Ty said offhandedly, before grinning when the scientist let out a chuckle. It was good to know that he had a sense of humor. He'd been a bit nervous, but if he could make him laugh, they should be fine.

"Seriously?" He asked, more amused than anything. "Then he's made good choices. What about you then? Are you a superhero too?"

A...disconcerting take. Still.

"I'm what's considered a metahuman. I don't...it.."

Good job, you've caught Alec embarrassed.

"I serve the interests of the green and protect humans from it. I protect it and them so...I suppose."

Was it weird to find an embarrassed metahuman, who looked like he could have easily been out of an 80's monster movie, kind of endearing? Probably, but Ty tried not to laugh, lips quirking up at the edges.

"Thank you then, for your service." Ty said, a bit cheekily, but sincerely enough. After all, he had a vested interest in not falling prey to whatever sort of plants here that could cause him harm. "Do you have a superhero name I should call you by or is it okay to ask for your name?"

"Alec Holland." He nods, "I'm the Swamp Thing." He's a bit nonplussed at that. He doesn't really do secret identities. And he's stopped caring what people think of it.

There's nothing people can do to hurt him for better or worse, "And what do I call you?"

"I'll stick with Alec, if that's okay with you? The Swamp Thing sounds a bit too much for my taste." And maybe a bit rude, even if he had been thinking it. It wasn't like calling him an Ent had been any better.

He held out his hand for a handshake, almost by reflex. "I'm Ty Rhodes. It's nice to meet you."

Natasha is no stranger to large green man-shaped creatures. Maybe that's why she's not entirely unsurprised at the appearance of this one, although he's definitely a little more leafy than the Hulk, and way definitely more eloquent. She can't quite help a smile at the words she catches as he passes by her little corner near the edges of the gathering, and her response is faintly amused, casual like this is just another perfectly ordinary day. Honestly, she's had weirder.

"You and me both." Her own costume was luckily a little more suited for the weather, layers on layers of cream and brown gauze and linen making up the gear of a Jedi. She's even pleased with the boots, honestly. When these inevitably vanish--she's seen Cinderella, she knows how this works--she's actually going to miss them. "Although you might not have been so lucky if you'd gotten here half an hour earlier."

"I'm used to transformations." One big green shoulder raises and he gestures, "Did you eat anything? I'm concerned it might be the source of the costuming."

He sighs, rolling hsi eyes, "Magic."

"I did, but I'm pretty sure it's not the food," she says thoughtfully, looking around at all the others. "A few didn't eat anything at all. It's the clothing, if anything. Did you read the note that came with yours? I'm assuming that was a gift from our mysterious benefactors." She gestures at his outfit, the actually very flattering print of the shirt. "Magic is as good a word as any for it. You encounter a lot of situations like this where you come from?"

"On occasion." Alec frowns. "The problem is traditionally I can tell. My...well. I'm a being rooted in magic."

He moves to the table, picking up something and dropping it unceremoniously, "...Pun nonwithstanding."

It does get a smile from her, intentional or not. She can appreciate a good pun. "No pun taken," is the faintly dry response, and she watches curiously as he approaches the table, experimentally toying with one of the items on it. "Pretty sure you aren't the only one without your usual...talents. Whatever brought us all here seems to like the idea of a level playing field. No magic, no superhuman abilities. You know, aside from the ones they seem to have given us. Or the ones in the vending machine in the bunker." Which she isn't gonna be touching with a ten-foot pole anytime soon, thank you very much.

"That Vending Machine has intrigued me, but I tried the flowers earlier under Doctor Watney's observations and that...while fascinating was dangerous enough."

He frowns, "It would be different if I could change my shape again however. It's been..."

He laughs, "A long time since I was mortal."

"I think I saw a couple of options for something like that on the vending machine, if you were feeling particularly lucky," she says with a shrug. "Shape-changing sounds like something that would come in handy, especially in a place like this. Mind if I ask what flowers you're talking about?" Because they sound hallucinogenic, honestly, from the way he's talking about them, and you never know when that's going to come in handy.

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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

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