[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

[cryptoherpetology]

"No, she really did. It's eyes had been partially petrified and it-" he starts to try to explain, stops, and decides not to bother. If he starts talking too much about Shelby, he'll just be reminded of how much he misses her, so he reaches for the fabric and starts to pull, helping Cael out of fishtail.

"I'm Alex, by the way. And I can't say I was expecting to help anyone out of a mermaid tail tonight, but I wasn't expecting any of this."

[cannily]

"Well Alex, I--" Cael cuts off, lips rolling in as the material definitely takes some hair with it. In the lingering burn he exhales, slow and through his teeth.

"I'm Cael, and I didn't much expect to be cutting myself out of anything, thank you."

Testing his bared feet on the soil, it's more cold than full of sharp stones or spurs. It's a bracing chill, more familiar than uncomfortable this early in the night. Cael looks from his feet back to Alex, narrowing in on the tale. "You can hardly start such a story and leave me hanging on petrified eyes," he points out.

[cryptoherpetology]

"Oh. Someone put a cockatrice in my backyard to try and kill me," he explains, far too casually than that sentence should ever be uttered. "Luckily for me, we have a very well stocked first aid kit in the house. Including the proper antivenom, unicorn water and bilberry jam to create the antidote in time."

That had been a very, ah. Complicated night. But at least the cockatrice had been the perfect distraction to keep his family from killing his girlfriend, and vice versa.