[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

[houmaprotector]

"She deserved better then me."

He sounds sad, "...Abigail...my second wife...she was..."

His throat works, "...I apologize. I miss her very much."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"..." Tony reaches out, patting Alec's shoulder with a clawed hand. It's not easy, dealing with feelings of loss, with grief. Tony- has been ignoring the fact that he might need to have some kind of brush with that emotion in full.

Fifty Fifty chance Pepper's fine.

Fifty Fifty chance she's not.

"It's alright. Love's complicated."

[houmaprotector]

"It is...even worse when you are a plant."

He sighs, "...You look a bit greener then a Cameron alien. Or am I misreading your emotions? Sometimes...things don't get clear. It fades in and out."

Slowly being uprooted even here from humanity - hence asking questions. The people here needed him.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"No, you're right. I'm uneasy. I don't-" He sighs, scrubbing at his jaw. "...There's a fifty fifty chance my fiancee is fine. She could be alive and well or-"

Dissolved into ash. The odds are a literal fucking coin-toss and- "I don't know what's better. Not knowing or knowing for sure she's gone."

[houmaprotector]

Ah.

One big green hand lands on one big gray shoulder. Just resting there. Trying to convey as much sympathy as possible.

"...There are no words of comfort I can offer people. Save to point out that our loved ones never truly leave us. Abby...she is always with me. She sacrificed herself nobly to save not only herself but other people."

He sighs, "A hero til the end."

[nonstopnarcissist]

Tony sags a little under Alec's grip, eyes squeezing tightly shut. He didn't think about it except for how he thought about it all the time, a quiet worry that goes from whispers to screams and back again more often than he'd like. It is what it is, even if what it is sucks. "I don't know what I'd do if she was- here it's different, here I have work but back home?"

With what he has to face, what he has to do? He can't do that without her. He can't.

[houmaprotector]

"She's with you. Take it from someone who's died...3 times? No matter how afraid you might be, or alone you might feel...love is far more eternal then any human being gives it credit for. Plants love...in our own way."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"...I feel like I should reach for a joke here, but I've got nothing." It's A Moment, and he's terrible with those, always too loud, too bright, too cynical. But he can lean in, just this once.

[houmaprotector]

"There's no need to say anything." His smile is understanding, but a little sad, "...Abigail would not want me to grieve her and whatever the circumstances we will...we will find each other again. We always do."

He shrugs, "...Then again, I might not be the best person to ...talk to about feelings. I'm effectively inhuman and that makes it...difficult to relate."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Different perspectives can hep, sometimes." He huffs quietly, scrubbing at his face. "I can't really do anything but keep moving forward here. Focus on what I know for certain."

[houmaprotector]

"You don't move forward alone."

He nodded firmly, "know that. And know that we will find a way to return you home if the opportunity presents itself."