[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]

"Yesss!" I immediately lift my hand for a high-five. Apparently there are actually a lot of people who were doing some killing back home, and not of squirrels, if you know what I mean, but still. Murder solidarity.

"You are very fancy, sir, and I do not know you," I declare with a sweeping appraisal of his outfit. "You have a very impressive moustache and I like it."

[tevinteraltus]

"Yes, indeed." Dorian smiles along with her. "There are far too many men and women in need of a good smiting, and far too few to see to the nasty business."

He inclines his head at her assessment, a slightly over-the-top acceptance of her compliment. "Both myself and my well-groomed moustache kindly accept your compliment, dear. I am Dorian of House Pavus, though there's really no call or formalities, is there?"

[living_proof]

"I am Liv of a house down the street," I reply with a vague motion in the general direction of where I live. Probably. "And hell no, sit down," I flap a hand at the adjacent chair. "Pour yourself a drink. We do not do formal in the House of Olivia. We do shots."

[tevinteraltus]

"Olivia." He nods and takes the seat she'd offered, smiling and doing as she asked. Have another drink? Why yes, he thinks he will.

"So, am I to take this to mean you've always been here, Liv of a House Down the Street, or is it you simply are of nowhere else?"