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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] tevinteraltus 2018-11-19 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"A smattering of overwhelmed along with a healthy dose of 'wary anticipation'. I must admit, I'm a bit intrigued by all of this," he motions around as well, indicating the gathering, the food, the corn.

"Do your people rarely have celebrations?" If so, that in itself is a curiosity.
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-11-20 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head. "There's not much to celebrate, no safe way to do it, really." Well, who knows if 1 had any celebrations while she was gone. Maybe because she'd skipped out.

"I spent a lot of time on my own, also. Not much of a celebration when it's just you."
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-11-24 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Nonsense. One can celebrate quite well on their own." At some point, someone should inform Dorian that 'celebrating' wasn't all about getting so thoroughly munted on wine they couldn't quite walk a straight line back to their solitary quarters.

"What makes your world so unsafe as to be dangerous to throw a party?"
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-11-24 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Machines, always hunting us. Out in the open like this, we wouldn't last very long. On my own, I didn't have anyone to watch my back."

There wasn't anything to celebrate, and any moment she spent distracted was a moment given to the Beast.
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-11-29 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Machines?" To Dorian's knowledge, the only 'machines' that existed were large siege weapons, capable of demolishing keep walls surely, but they didn't hunt. They were tools.

"Forgive me, but...how are machines capable of such a thing?"
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-11-29 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
So Dorian, imagine if a siege weapon was intelligent, but lacked empathy. Then give it the ability to make other siege weapons that are ambulatory. And have the original abused and angry. The results are really fun.

"It's ... a long story, but where I came from they were. They were built to destroy, then turned against their builders, and then it was just us and them."
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-12-03 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian has a vivid imagination, and it isn't hard for him to at least envision some sort of world in which spirits inhabited siege weapons with the intent of holding dominion over mortals, demonically possessed machines with-

"Maker's breath. This place must seem a reprieve for you, then."
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-12-06 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a lot to get used to."

She wasn't sure what to do with reprieve. The silence still felt too dangerous, and she hasn't been here long enough to shake off some of the ingrained survival habits from her home.
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-12-09 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can imagine." He frowns for a moment, watching her before offering a comforting smile. "Well, I'm certain it's only slightly comforting, but I don't believe this place to be near as dangerous."
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-12-10 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
'Not at the moment, no." It's amazing how fast things can change.
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-12-17 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles at that, giving a gentle shake of his head.

"I do believe we're at a greater risk of death by boredom than anything else."
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-12-18 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know what it's like to be bored but it doesn't sound like the kind of thing I'm going enjoy."

Even in those quiet moments, she was keyed up and alert.
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-12-25 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckled at that, shaking his head. "Or it could give you the time to read a book or two. I've heard there's a library."

One of which he thoroughly plans to partake.
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[personal profile] to_defend 2018-12-27 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"A library?" That piques her interest, though perhaps not in the usual ways. She had friends that had hidden out in a library; it was a familiar place to her; a haven. "Maybe I'll take a look at it."
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[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-12-28 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
He raises his glass in a toast, because he has every intention of doing the same.

"Indeed. Cheers. Hopefully, some form of knowledge might be gleaned the others have missed. One can hope, can't he?"