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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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"Do you need me to twist an ankle for the sake of authenticity?" If he walks home in this state, these shoes, this dark--he very likely will. Fun as it might be to guilt Ty into waiting on him hand and foot, bad-sitcom-style, he'd rather retain his mobility in the days to come.

"It's just past the town hall," he reassures, like that isn't a full hike at this point. He trusts Ty to manage it: Ty jogs, and is therefore immune to most forms of torture. "Hoshi--is a crow. Aurora is the dog."

He shakes out of his wig, leaving it where it falls on the ground and saying nothing of it. "And there's a goat, Bethany, but Mark makes me keep her outside." Negotiations will resume as the cold sets in, but ultimately he'll just bring her inside and shut her in a room away from the plants.

"Don't pretend like you would twist your ankle for authenticity when it is definitely just to be dramatic." Ty said, unimpressed, hefting Kira up a bit more as he trudged along. It was weird to know that Kira had so many animals, but he supposed back home wasn't known for being super pet friendly.

"Are you trying to start a farm?" Ty teased, eager to meet all of Kira's pets regardless. Animals here had a use, yes, but he also tended to like them in general. Even if he hadn't been eager to ride them, he had still liked caring for his horses, and the other assorted animals he'd been allowed to keep.

As they neared the house, Ty glanced back at Kira, eyebrow raised. "You lock your door or can we just go in?"

"You're the one being dramatic," he says, right at Ty's ear. He hooks his chin over a broad shoulder and settles in, closing his eyes as the dark proves little to watch on the trip.

"And no, that's Mark's bag. I just inherited a bunch of animals and didn't hate it enough to turn them loose." Aurora in particular had made for decent company, when his shit bed felt empty for all its narrow size.

"There aren't any locks, don't worry. Wake me up when you get lost without me."

"All things considered, I think I'm handling everything pretty well." Ty said evenly, snorting at Kira's attempt at seeming detached as always. Though he always talked a big game about not caring about much, Kira had a bigger heart than Ty did, in some things.

"Seriously? I have to do all the work and you get to take a nap? Typical." Ty complained, mock solemnly, but otherwise he made his way towards Kira's house, nudging the door open carefully. He shut the door behind him as quickly and quietly as possible so he didn't accidentally let any of the animals out, squinting in the darkness.

"Hey." He jiggled Kira slightly to wake him up. "Which room is yours Sleeping Beauty?"

Hoshi came and went through Kira's window, when he could afford to keep it open; Aurora was the only one who might rush out the door, but not if Kira and his company are coming inside. She wants to be where people are, more than anything, but he doesn't always bring her to the parties their overlords throw.

The last thing he wants is to actively drag any of his dependents into a trap.

"Upstairs," he sighs, more peaceably drunk than asleep. "Left side." There's a scrabble and series of thuds that indicates Aurora's approach: "That's the dog," he appraises, shifting slowly out of Ty's hold. "Let me sit down and get these things off, she'll murder us both on the steps."

"Sure." Ty said, lowering Kira down gently and slowly, before glancing around curiously to take in the place. He had seen that Kira's house had been listed in the public forums, and other than passing a few times when he'd been on one of his morning runs, he hadn't come inside. Maybe it was because he knew how fiercely Kira tended to guard his privacy and secrets or maybe he was just wary of what else he might find out if he sought Kira again, but he hadn't invited himself over. And he hadn't really invited Kira over either, something he might need to remedy now that the place was more livable.

For now, he was more intrigued to meet Aurora, already following the sounds of scrambling paws.

"It actually looks nice in here. Are you sure this is your house?" He teased, as if his house wouldn't have been a disaster without it's live in staff. Kira had complained often about Ty leaving things at his place, but when he had been picked up after most of his life, it was a bit strange not to have a favorite pick show back up in his room by his guitar where it belonged or have a jacket not reappear in his closet freshly laundered.

"We'll call it Mark's house if it makes you feel better." Kira never had been big on taking care of himself, but his possessions were a different story. Maybe it was that simplest difference between them, that he had to save for things, that his parents didn't always have the means to replace phones or nice jeans, and he'd not been much better off after moving out.

Hopefully the payouts for locking everyone in a faction-torn shell of Manhattan in the middle of winter paid off some of his "I'm dying young anyway" debt, not that it's his problem anymore.

Here, the problem is intensified. Every resources is somewhat precious, and he has little to distract him that isn't sweeping and tidying the house around Mark's plants. The candle left in the window to help them home bears replacing, but Kira finds himself staring at the guttering flame instead, drunk and feeling his way through the moment. Feet hurt; hands remember the shape of his shoes. They make a series of thuds rolling down the steps to the floor. "Mark, if you haven't met him, is the plant scientist who is like everyone's favorite down to earth teacher in high school."

Which isn't, for Kira, the reason Ty shouldn't jump to conclusions about them living together, but might assuage the way Ty always seems to care about things like that.

"Fine with me. I could handle the axe and the fact that you can start fires now, but you keeping a clean house might have given me a heart attack." Ty joked, carefully skirting around the roommate situation. He had known that Kira hadn't exactly been chaste in their long years of friendship, but he was positive he'd never heard of anything becoming serious enough for Kira to move in with anyone. It had been a small consolation, that it wasn't just him who couldn't make it long term.

He hummed, only half-listening as Kira talked about his roommate, more interested in the ones who were here. He brightened slightly as he caught sight of Aurora, crouching down to let her smell his hand before he started to pet her.

"You miss school that much that you had to move in with a teacher?" Ty teased, most of his focus on lavishing attention on Aurora.

"He's a former astronaut, and a botanist, and - " Kira shakes his head, too drunk and too much to sum up about why Mark even gives him the time of day. Lately he doesn't even know. Need for company, Kira's ability to handle basic instructions, his willingness to keep the house tidy.

Instead, he rolls his head on the axis of his neck, pointing a gaze up at Ty. "That clutter was yours, you know. And I always knew where everything was."

Now he knows for different reasons. Aurora, excited to see him, is all the more for a new face. She shivers in Ty's grasp, tail sweeping the steps until she gets up and turns a circle at his feet. The progress is that she doesn't bark the entire time.

"She's not even a couple of years old yet, but she's not too bad. Hoshi'll be up in the closet, hopefully asleep."

"Can't wait to meet him then, he sounds like the sort of guy it's handy to have around here. He fit too?" Ty teased, over the stab of jealousy that would have normally accompanied that line of questioning. After all, it'd been four years with the added interest of a year that separated. What Kira was up to in that department was his business.

He only grinned at the familiar argument, letting it lie in favor of petting along Aurora's head and back vigorously, then standing up at the mention of another animal.

"Would waking Hoshi up be a bad idea?" He asked, but he was already looking around curiously.

Kira blinks, not at the question coming from Ty, though he doesn't need the old gift to know it's not entirely teasing, not entirely in good faith. He's just - considering the answer. Ask a question you don't want the answer to, well, Kira's going to answer it just for spite.

"Pretty fit, in the forty-five year old who has to farm to keep us alive way."

Everyone's fit, if Ty hasn't noticed. It's like one more hideous layer of the experiment. Kira himself is at least fit enough, even drunk and with stiletto-pained ankles, to pull himself up with the banister and wobble up a step. Swaying out from it, hung on his own grip, he gives Ty a pointed look over one shoulder, ignoring harmless questions about a bird.

"I'm not fucking him, if that's your point. And if you're just shopping around, he's probably not interested."

"Oh good. I've heard most body builders don't reach their peak until they're forty, so maybe it's the same for farmers and astronauts. Glad to see your tastes are maturing." Ty said lightly, the old jealousy or annoyance he would feel at that answer worn away, harmless as a wool sweater. A button might snag in his hair every once or twice, but it was a worn out thing, nothing to worry about. Instead, he focused on pressing fond kisses between Aurora's ears before following Kira up the stairs, just in case he was going to fall.

He pulled a face at Kira's pointed comment, holding his hands up. "It's not my point." It wasn't relief he felt, perhaps something closer to bewilderment. Kira not sleeping with an older authority figure? What was the world coming to? "And the last thing I want to do right now is to shop around. Unless it's for more blankets and coats because it's getting cold already."

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