[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

[unraisehell]

Wynonna does her best to motion subtly in the direction of one Bobo Del Rey, currently dressed as Slutty Snow White, beard, hairy legs and all.

"We've got a bit of a history," she admits. "I'm Wynonna, by the way. If I'm admitting to killing a man, you may as well know who's incriminating herself. Wynonna Earp."

[tothefly]

Aaaah. Bobo. He and Nat had actually had a pretty good chat when she'd first arrived a week or so earlier; wasn't half bad, either, but then she knows better than to judge anyone by the weight of their conversational skills or etiquette. She's perfectly polite, most of the time, and she's still killed more than her fair share of people. Not that she's sharing that, at the moment.

"Natasha Romanoff," she introduces herself. "No relation to the previous Natasha, if you knew her. That has to be awkward, being at a party with a guy you killed. Almost as awkward as showing up in the same outfit." Not that Bobo seems to mind his at all, and honestly, she's gotta respect a guy who can work heels like that. "What did he do?"

[unraisehell]

Wynonna weighs the options here. Spill everything she knows about Bobo to someone else, make their present here about their past back home?

"He hurt my sisters," she says, deciding on a vague answer. What had happened to Willa was Willa's story, and not Wynonna's to tell- and it ended with enough shame that treading near it feels like it's enough to stir something out of the depths that she doesn't want to face.

"And he's a demon, and killing those is kind of my thing. Job. Curse. Thing."

[tothefly]

The first part is definitely something Natasha can understand. She never had siblings, even before the Red Room took her in, and connections were always discouraged, but hurting the people important to her? She'd burn the world down for that. There weren't many names on that list, but there were enough. So she nods, although the rest makes her frown faintly, watching Bobo move through the crowd.

"'Job-curse-thing' doesn't sound like it pays very well," she says, a faint note of wry amusement in her voice. "How can you tell he's a demon? I don't think I've ever seen one before." Not that she doesn't believe Wynonna, she's perfectly willing to accept the statement at face value. Curiosity is just a hell of a thing.

[unraisehell]

"I'm not sure if he is a demon here or not," Wynonna admits. "The whole thing's tied to a weapon that I don't have here. I think here, he's just a dude who's done some fucked up shit who used to be a demon." She finishes the last of her drink before finishing the thought.

"Not sure what that makes me," she shares. "I mean, other than broccoli, obviously."

[tothefly]

It would make sense. After all, if Bruce isn't the Hulk, and Steve and Bucky aren't super-soldiers...well, she's not really experienced with things like demons, she's got no clue if that's a specific race of beings or just something that happens to regular people, but from what Wynonna's saying, it sounds like the latter. Which means...just a dude.

"Maybe you're just a dude, too," she offers, though there's a touch of understanding in her voice. "Or, you know, lady-dude, if you prefer." She shrugs faintly, looking into her own drink before taking a swallow. "It's not an easy thing, going from having a cause to not having one at all, but there's bright spots."