[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]

"Hey, my tips were damn good when I was dancing, so there were plenty of people who thought my hips were just fine. Maybe you and the other rev-heads just have unrealistic expectations about the female body thanks to growing up thinking corsets were normal," she counters, though not with the usual amount of venom he may have grown used to from Wynonna.

She remembers dying in the arms of Robert Svain, and she knows he's saved Waverly. For everything else he's done that she hates him for, it's hard to keep her grudge as sharp and ready as it was in Purgatory.

[fooloftheking]

He rolls his eyes at that. "It isn't even the corset that really formed the hips but the bustle," he notes, as if that's the real answer here, and why does a man that lived those years as a bachelor know that much about ladies underwear? Nevermind, that isn't the point.

"You never did answer the original question though." And he hates he's asking again but, dammit, he's curious. "Everyone seems to have a matching costume. I do. So what's the one to brocolli? Is this some weird modern concept of romance? Oh, is the partner a T Bone steak?" Just enough alcohol and he's enjoying himself way too much.

[unraisehell]

Those are questions Wynonna really does not want to know, current wardrobe taken into account.

She shrugs. "If there's someone out here to match me, I haven't spotted them yet," she says, and scans the crowd over Bobo's satin-clad shoulder.

"Any more produce-based insults you want to get in here?" she asks, spreading her arms in a tired but accepting "bring it" gesture, willing to let him get them all out while they're both still sober to form words.

[fooloftheking]

"There feels there's an insult in there somewhere, but I'm pretty sure I'm just in too good a mood to come up with it." He can't help he's just so much less angry all the time here. Maybe it's the lack of other revenants. Maybe it's pretending all of his life before is just a past memory, from annoyances up to betrayals. Whatever the cause, he knows he'd rather keep the truce than have to piece shit back together if an Earp decided to blow up the life he's building.

"Naw, I think you fairly well got screwed on the Halloween fun front," he admits, giving it another look. "Especially if they don't give us back the outfits after tricking us into them. Though, I mean, one of us will be warm all winter," he says, smirking. "And one of us will be wilted."

Okay, he had one more.

[unraisehell]

Her retort is not verbal, but she's sure he understands it regardless.

[fooloftheking]

Bobo laughs then, backing up as he swaggers away, waggling his fingers at her. "Night, Healthy Snack. Good luck if that's your outfit all winter."