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The Sixth Iteration ([personal profile] sixthiteration) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2018-10-30 12:39 pm

[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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[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-11-11 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah you are pulling it off. Congratulations! Not everyone could." Listen if they were all stuck in what they were wearing, it only seems polite to be nice about it. And Hawke rarely lies when the truth is of the positive variety. She wonders at his accent a bit. It doesn't sound too different from a few dialects back home, but he's likely not to be from there. Interesting, how multiple worlds could have similar sounding accents. Okay, possibly only interesting to her, which is why she merely ponders it and doesn't share.

"You think we can cut it off? I don't have one of my knives with me, but maybe there's one at the table." She's uncertain if this is the sort of binding magic that wouldn't allow it, but it was worth a try. Hawke pauses at the offer, but only for a moment before shrugging. "If you don't mind." She's going to be freezing, it's already set in, and the rum is really only providing inner warmth. She's never one to refuse well meant offers or demure about it.

"I'm Hawke." She offers her hand to shake. "Relatively new around here."