[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

[tevinteraltus]

Not one to remain comfortable discussing such sensitive topics for long without inserting some sort of flippant humor to dissipate the intensity, Dorian laughed after a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Oh my, hanging or stoning? However shall I choose?"

He shook his head, though. "I suppose, then, it's fortunate neither of us need worry about the Christians or the Saracens."

[eaglesonofnone]

"Very fortunate indeed," he agreed, though, after another glance around the gathering, he continued, "and though I crossed your taboo before, I will admit to being a private man as it comes to further action. Perhaps, if we are to continue, we should find a place more secluded."

[tevinteraltus]

"Indeed." Dorian himself was a very private person, and it served to reason he'd want to go somewhere far more private, himself, but with the Bull and Alex at home...

"Where is it you've been staying?"

[eaglesonofnone]

A good idea, and Altaïr nodded to hear it. "I have a dwelling of my own. It is a distance away, but I live there alone." It would be hard to have more privacy than that. In fact, with a light touch to Dorian's arm, he began to lead him in that direction, gaining a bit more confidence at the thought of leaving the gathering behind.

[tevinteraltus]

When a handsome man taps your arm and suggests with no words you should be following him, you comply and Dorian did so, glad to hear the assassin lived alone and wondering what sorts of refresher courses he'd require before the night was through.

Dorian didn't mind the lessons, of course.