[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

[living_proof]

"I wasn't there. In the Sixties," I clarify, because in this place, that is actually a thing that requires elaboration. I squint up at Bruce in his silky red cape. "Were you?"

I know he's from Bucky and Tony's universe, but that apparently means nothing when it comes to how old you are. Better to just ask.

[notsoangry]

"I'd act offended, but I'm not, and also Steve and Bucky are from the forties." Bruce smiles at her. "I was born in '68, so no I skipped that. And the 70s, since I was a kid. I had to deal with the 80s. The most bizarre of the decades if you ask me. Tony and I are within a few months of each other." Yes Thor was much older than them, and Steve was technically older, but in years spent on earth, he and Tony were the older ones.

"I'm trying to do that whole ... you're already here so you might as well drink something and live with it." He's been drinking, yep, but he's mostly with it. Give him another and that would change.

[living_proof]

"Right?" I emphatically reply with a lift of both hands as if Bruce has just stumbled upon one of the universe's great truisms. Because he has. "You just gotta go with it, right? People are here and then they're gone and there's a dog with an alligator face under my porch." I flip my raised hands up a little more in a sharp shrug. What can you do?

"You need to sit, and you need to drink, and that is it. That's just it." I point to the adjacent chair.

[notsoangry]

Bruce rarely took that state of mind, but at this point, he really saw no reason not to. Natasha already saw him in the ridiculous clothing, so the worst possible thing happened, and now he's doing fine. Oh well. "You know, the first day I got here, I got horribly drunk. I was sick everywhere. I'd never been drunk before, and I had some of that homemade alcohol. Without food in my stomach." So basically he did the worst possible thing anyone should do when drinking and arriving in a new place.

He sits, and he drinks, exactly as she suggests. He also takes a look at the other people there, in a various state of either chatting, eating, drinking, or perhaps as unhappy as he was once. "I actually ... um, don't know much about you. Now that I think of it. Outside of your witty repertoire. Or is that too much to ask of drinking time?"

[living_proof]

"The only things we can't talk about are sad things," I explain as I lean forward. "Those things are forbidden in this area," which I indicate with an unsteady sweep of my hand. "We don't talk about dead people or disappeared people or that I can't screw my boyfriend, okay? Them's the rules."

I flop back in my chair. "I hear you used to be a big green dude."

[notsoangry]

Bruce has no idea how to reply to that outside of agreeing, and he's definitely not going to ask her why she can't have sex with her boyfriend. It's not his business, unless she asks him to talk about it, and even then, he'll probably be awkward about it. "I agree to all of those terms, yeah."

Of course she follows that up with the Hulk, which isn't a happy thing to talk about, but it's a lot easier now. "Sort of. We're kind of different people but also the same person so it's weird." To this day he's never properly been able to explain how it works. Only he and Hulk really get it. "He's gone now though, it's just me in here. Which is good, because he's too dangerous to be in a place like this." Bruce drinks a little more and then smiles. "He also used to make it so I could never get drunk, but guess what, I can get at least tipsy now so there."