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 Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 8:06 pm
Consisting of an open floor plan, the foyer is a large round antechamber at the bottom of a grand marble staircase. Lit by a chandelier above, motes of pastel light flicker down and cast shapes and figures on the walls and the cracked mosaic floor. To the left and right of the staircase are hallways, lined with dusted portraits of the previous eight Chauvets, and at the opposite end of the room stands a pair of white double doors in rusted gold filigree that appear to be locked.
It is 7 PM.
As a venue, Chauvet is austere if crumbling, relatively untouched by whatever ravages caused the end of the Silver Millenium. Still, there are touches of the modern age: next to the staircase is a startlingly mundane plastic folding chair holding a spread of a grocery store variety of vegetable trays, crackers and dips, and a stack of pizzas from a local family-owned delivery. At one end are plates, napkins and cups, all printed in rainbows, and above them is a stock banner that says ‘HAPPY PRIDE’. Every few minutes, more people arrive, presumably drawn by the same invitation. The guest of honor is nowhere to be seen.
The clock strikes 8 PM in 48 hours (from the timestamp of this post).
The Gallery doors are open, unlocking a new room to explore. From above, pop dance music plays at a tempo meant for dancing. Genevieve waits at the bottom of the stairs, crinkling her nose at the beat but otherwise pleased as punch and ready for conversation. (Please quote AMItotic to interact with Genevieve.) Golden wine is being poured and offered freely, though it’s nothing quite like champagne you’ve seen before. It glitters in the light of the chandelier, and sometimes you see flickers of a vision inside your glass. Will you drink it?
((Please remember to post an exit before moving to a new location!))
((Note: Drinking the champagne unlocks an additional line of prompts throughout the rest of the evening pertaining to past lives, memories, and those who have fallen and were lost to the war.))It is 9 PM.
Drinking the champagne, you notice that the flavors seem to shift with each and every sip, sometimes sweet, sometimes dry, but always smooth on the way down. It's the least magical property of the champagne by far--over time, you notice that the wonder seems a little less decrepit and rusty around the edges, and if you squint you can almost imagine where pastel banners would have run from ceiling to floor, emblazoned with six pointed stars.
The decor isn't the the only thing to start to change; around you, you start to notice more of the transparent figures, faded almost out of existence, most of them listless and searching. Like you, they're wearing gilded filigree and draped fabrics and masks, but unlike you, they don't seem to notice many of the modern decorations in the foyer--they dance and chatter and move about through the center, seemingly unaware that there are two galas happening at once. You blink, and for just a moment the ceiling disappears, giving way to an open and starry sky above. One of the figures pauses in their dance to look at you. It's someone you've lost to time, and it seems clear from their expression that they know exactly who you are under your mask.
What was in that champagne?
You start to think...maybe you've been here before.
Quote: What this means:Characters choosing to participate in the past life portion may now begin play in the Silver Millenium gala, linked above. For the remainder of the gala, they will proceed to have flickers of memories from this event, as per the Golden Vial item.
Characters not participating in the past life portion may see the shade of one person important to them from this lifetime who has died and interact with them freely. Other people may see the shade, but they are only interested in speaking with the person who 'invited' them back to the Gala. They may be aware that they're dead, but have no memory of the afterlife or what it feels like to be part of the cauldron.
It only takes a single sip, but no champagne, no crazy effects! Sorry, folks! Of course, being sober means you get to make fun at the crazies talking to ghosts.
This prompt will stay up for three days--look for the clock to strike 10 on Saturday evening!
It is 10 PM.
The night continues, the shades dance, and every time you look at the ceiling it starts to look more like open stars. The ghosts of the past are starting to notice and reach out to their loved ones, and for the first time, they’re starting to look more real than translucent. While not completely solid just yet, it seems like with every tick of the clock they appear more present and in the moment, Genevieve included. Meanwhile, those who started to remember the Eighth Gala are beginning to experience both in stereo, present and past garbled together. Those without focus may find that the two events begin to blur, smudging the line between who they are and who they were.
Quote: What This Means:
Characters who drank the champagne and see a deceased love one will be able to interact minimally with them--the shades may pick up small objects or provide small touches, but will still go through solid objects if forced.
Characters who drank the champagne and were part of the Eighth Gala during the Silver Millenium will now start to have vivid flashbacks of the event during modern day. If focused, they can remember who and where they are, but some characters might have trouble distinguishing between the two.
This stage lasts for three days--the next prompt will go up Tuesday, June 11th. It is 11 PM.The ghosts that began the evening as mere shades now mingle and dance though the halls, just as flesh and blood as the living. You are just as real as you've ever been, though perhaps you are no longer strictly 'you', as memories of the previous gala feel more real than your current life. Neither of the hosts are anywhere to be found, neither the small nor the tall, but the party continues on all the same, ticking ever closer to midnight.
Quote: What This Means: 'Genevieve' is nowhere to be found. Chauvet was seen in the Gallery running up a flight of stairs to a private office. Neither of them appears to be accessible for the moment.
If your character is interacting with one of the summoned ghosts, they will find that all ghosts are now fully corporeal and just as real as anyone else! Ghosts have the innate understanding that this is not a permanent summoning, so if anyone has any closure to seek, now is the time. To clarify: all ghosts should be loved ones from within living memory, and cannot be Silver Millennium shades.
If your character is reliving their experience at the Eighth Gala, they now experience it so completely that they have difficulty seeing anything else. The sky above them looks like stars, they believe they are the previous versions of themselves. Characters with exceptional focus will be able to parse between both memory sets, but should only recall Eighth Gala memories from the Silver Millennium unless they also have supplemented memories from homeworlds or golden vials.
Additionally, to clarify: Characters should experience only one of these paths to their conclusion. All characters can see the shades as people now, and characters who drank champagne may get familiar flickers of the previous Chauvet gala, but for the purposes of the champagne effect, characters should either interact with a loved one or experience the full vision, not both.
If you have any questions about the prompt, please reach out via PM or discord!
Midnight strikes in three days, so look out for the final prompt on Sunday, June 16th.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 9:31 pm
The Blackbird (Zircon)
She'd received a letter, but it wasn't for her. It had some other name on it, cursed and unwanted, and she'd had half a mind to tear it to shreds before she even read the message but curiosity won out over her resentment. The description seemed only to confirm her initial judgments. No page would be stupid enough to willingly invite a general of the Negaverse to their little debutante party.
(But still, the letter had come to her, it was hers.)
It would have been her right to decline, to throw the invitation away, but instead it had been filed away into obscurity, a forgotten annoyance until it had chirped at her from her office. Interesting--she picked it up to inspect the source, and then she was somewhere else, not in the neat tidy pops she used to teleport with Metallia's power, but a whirlwind of pastels and stars.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs dressed in a black and gold tunic, the sleeves cut like feathered wings that trailed to her knees. Around her eyes were small pinioned feathers, imitating the outer shape of a mask--but draped over her face was a dark veil, heavy and somber. The Blackbird glanced down at her clothing, the exposed jagged cut of her modified prosthetic leg. She frowned, moving out of the center of the room and towards a dusted portrait.
If she was going to be on some White Moon outpost, she might as well do reconnaissance.Quote: The Blackbird is open for interaction!
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 10:01 pm
Sunshine (Aegir)His invitation was received with much excitement and an equal amount of quiet amusement for he had been a party to some of the set up of Chauvet's event and privy to the trials and tribulations it had taken to get it underway.
Arrival on Chauvet Wonder had Aegir's masque set firmly on his face, the blond showing no intent of removing the decorative lace and feathers obscuring his identity as surely as a glamour would.
Nearer him was a petite woman in black and gold, a bird without flight. Her eyes behind her mask seemed...familiar somehow, the very way she held herself - tightly poised as though coiled for action but also somehow on the cusp of either fleeing or fighting - dancing just beyond recall.
Moving with as much grace as he'd ever put forth on stage he went to join the blackbird's viewing. Aegir - at least, he still felt wrapped in the cloak of his planet's power even if his vestments had been changed - cut a courtly bow of greeting. "Could use a bit of TLC, but this place really needs a cleaning crew...don't you think?"
Lips curving into a smile. "I'm Sushi Artichoke." He blinked a bit, then laughed, "Okay, that's obviously not what I intended to say, so that's...some fun quirk of the party or maybe I had a stroke. Either way....I suppose you could just call me Sunshine." He was not going to offer any other nick-names, they were too...obvious. Identifiable. Didn't matter that he sort of recognized the woman or didn't feel an aura - he'd learnt better over the years.
Trust nothing
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 10:48 pm
Ivy (General Benitoite.)The letter hadn't been meant for his eyes, of that he was sure, what idiot knight would send a letter to him? Not that he was a bad person, at least in his opinion, but he was still a General and this was still an invitation belonging to a knight. It wasn't his. That didn't mean he didn't keep it though, it was a curious thing after all, and it had remained tucked away in his library till tonight.
Tonight it started to make a noise and draw his wandering attention. He'd been wandering the house closing windows down, so the rain didn't come pouring in, when he'd heard a chiming sound coming from his library. The letter it seemed was something like a portkey from Harry Potter. That in mind he wasn't surprised when he arrived somewhere else, though he was worried about Aiden and if his partner woke up to him gone - again. It happened far more than he fancied, and it honestly didn't happen that often. it could be worse...but it was still too much, for a clueless partner anyway.
Glancing about the ashen blond was quick in making his way to a wall and plastering himself to it. It wasn't his first time in space, he'd been rather new to the war the first time he'd been in space, but this was unfamiliar territory and he was sure he wouldn't be wanted here if anyone knew who he was. Thankfully he had a mask on and a change of cloths, rather than the expensive clothing he'd been wearing. A wall was a good place to see everything from anyway, nothing could get behind him that way, but what was there to see really? Just a few well dressed people who were as in disguise as he was. Maybe something would happen tonight....and maybe he'd get home unscathed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 10:48 pm
The Blackbird
Someone approached. She made efforts not to flinch, to raise her eyebrows and not her shoulders, and when he offered his opinion to her she responded by folding her hands in front of her. "It might have been better to leave to rot," she responded, glancing up only for the briefest moment at the window upstairs, the view of the stars that so quickly caught her eye--
It would not do to get distracted here, not when she couldn't tell who she was speaking to. Better to be aloof, polite.
The Blackbird's head tilted, eyebrows raising higher at Sushi Artichoke. Now that she was looking at him, there was something almost familiar about the way he carried himself, though she couldn't place a finger on it. He was giving her a look as well. She didn't like it.
"...Blackbird," she responded after a moment's notice, because it was the callsign she'd used for missions and because it appeared she was dressed for the part. Pursing her lips, she assessed the man's features, his lacy royal tunic. Where had she seen him before...?
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:12 am
SplendorThe letter had been unexpected. He had seen it in the usual mail pile near the doorway, the usual when no one had bothered to sort it yet, and as he did it, the envelope had fallen to the ground. At first, he would have thrown it away, believing it to be junk mail. After all, who would send a letter with such an awful design unless it was to catch your attention and try to sell you something or get you to subscribe to a service? Still, he had been curious, and ripped the envelope neatly open. And at first, he couldn't believe the letter. Why was a squire sending out letters to Agents of the Negaverse? He wondered if it had been meant for someone else, after all, it didn't have any specific name on it. He didn't believe it was for anyone at his mansion though. Or at least, he didn't know of anyone else who was magical within the dwelling. It was curious though. If it didn't have his name on it, perhaps it had been some sort of mass mailing to those with magical abilities? Or it could be a trap set by the squire to lure in any unsuspecting Agents. An element of danger then... Sounds interesting. He had thought to himself, and had put the letter in a safe spot in his room, waiting for the day to finally arrive and making sure that he would have no plans for the weekend so he could devote all of his time to the... "Gala". When the time had finally come, he couldn't help but chuckle at the change in the masks. No longer were they the flimsy things that had been mailed and could be purchased in any dollar store. Now they were true masks, and he chose the one he believed to be most "fitting" for him. And off he had gone to the Gala after touching it! He couldn't help but smirk at the "Wonder". He had been wanting to see something like a Wonder or a Homeworld for a little bit, and now he was given the chance. And so early too! It was quite grand and magnificent! That is, until he saw what the food was. Modern Earth finger food and pizzas. Ah well, if he had no choice, then he would indulge, but it was quite jarring compared to the rest of the place. ((Splendor is now open for interaction!))
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:24 am
ZenWhen school was over, Sachio had found himself dreading the upcoming summer class. It was just one class, but Sachio felt as though he needed a break! Luckily, the answer to his solution seemed to arrive out of thin air, as he had noticed a mysterious envelope at the hobby store the last time he had gone, and since it hadn't been addressed to anyone else, took it back to his apartment and opened it. Inside was a letter from a squire inviting whomever the letter belonged to to some Gala held on their Wonder. Sachio was eager to go, though wondered if the invitation had been meant for someone else. After all, it wasn't addressed. Perhaps it was for those in the Order? Either way, he took the opportunity to get away from his "Earth" life and to pretend that he was in his powered life completely. He set the masks on the table with the letter, and it wasn't until the night of the Gala that he had looked at them again, and was pleased to see that they had magically changed. Eagerly, he took one of the masks, put it on, and then powered up, and proceeded to touch the envelope. He was suddenly whisked away to the Wonder, but was glad that it seemed to be peaceful. Just what he needed for a night off! The Foyer that he had been whisked into was interesting, and he was glad that there was food that was recognizable to him available. Even if they weren't things he would normally eat, it was a party. He would just have to use a few napkins if things were too greasy. Still, he decided to stay away from the food for now. If he got sick, then he would have to miss the rest of the Gala! Though he did wonder how he would get back home from here. Either way, it was time to see who was here that he could make connections with. Eyes scanned the room, and he saw one young man with a black and gold mask on. Someone has good taste. Kami thought as he moved over to the other one. When he was finally within speaking distance he addressed the other. "Interesting wouldn't you say? Though having pizza in a place like this is a little... weird?" If the other gave a negative, well Kami would just have to move on!
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 10:34 am
Cypher ZinkeniteWhat a strange invitation, so strange… he’d kept it because he suspected it was something along the lines of the strange happenings of the city, some, new if ultimately trivial encounter as seemed to be most of the events in the city since his … departure. He counted the raid into the Rift as a troubling anomaly, as Zircon had said, he should have been there. He’d heard the letter, and followed it, contemplating all the things that had gone before, the things at least, that he remembered. He reached out a hand, that glinted metal fingers, and touched it. Small surprise if any that he was transported. More of one, in fact, that his sleeve transformed, that there were no auras to be read was unsettling, he turned his hand, gazing down at the full hand glove that now covered the metal, then lifted it to touch his face, tracing out the shape of a mask there. Curious… he’d need to find a mirror. His skin crawled, remembering the Black Phoenix, how hard it had been to find the missing officers because they had done something to mask the signatures of the officers they had taken, keeping them from being drawn back to the fold as well He moved forward, turning his head slowly, side to side as he took in those here in the Foyer, pressed to walls or simply starting conversations. Perhaps if he just, acted as though he belonged there. The woman in the feathers and veil though, the blond haired blackbird, he thought, perhaps he knew her though and moved vaguely towards her and the stranger in ornate gold and purple. Quote: Cypher is open for interactions
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 10:52 am
Cabbage Girl (Ella Barnett)
If she was being technical, Ella Barnett did not receive an invitation at all. If she wanted to be really technical, it had been her roommate's invitation the whole time, something discarded in the common room that held Ella's interest because it both glimmered and looked like s**t. She couldn't tell what would be worse--the idea that someone had worked so hard on that invite to look so bad, or that someone paid someone else for a kerning job that fell off the page. Chauvet...Squire? That sounded like secret agent stuff, and none of her roommates were in the Negaverse, so she figured it was finders-keepers.
Still, every muscle in her body tensed when she touched the paper and was somewhere else, rocketed to some version of the Orlesian masquerade that was...catered by Papa Dough's, apparently. Ella scoffed, and then she happened to glance down--down were her pajamas, replaced by what looked like...long, elegant leaves of a dress. It was everything great about her cabbage prom dress, only ramped up to 11. Ella touched her face, only to find a thin mask held effortlessly across the bridge of her nose.
Okay, this was...pretty cool.
She glanced back up at one of the elegant figures, looking over the pizzas. Like the wonder itself, he was bedecked in purples, golds, and white, and even though she recognized that he was probably given the same treatment she'd gotten, it was hard not to feel a little starstuck by all the beautiful people. Was this real?
"I figured this was more an escargot type situation, but pizza is sufficiently pedestrian," she offered to Splendor, trying not to look too impressed when she glanced up at the actual glass ceilings. "Are you...Cha-vut? My name is Emblem Four...Ending Fin--what the--whatever. Call me Cabbages. You look splendid."
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 11:55 am
Well now, it looked like he had company. Nodding his head once he focused his eyes on the strange next to him. "A bit, though I have seen stranger. Tales for another time however. This is something to observe and enjoy." To learn from, whatever there was to learn from this. He was interested though - very interested. He'd been to space before, several times, but never to this wonder nor to such an event. This was something to remember.
The figure next to him was dressed rather simply, their mask just as simple as the outfit they wore, it looked good though. Nothing like what some people here wore, such as himself, who had somehow been fitted in rather fancy clothing. He was pleased though with his look, and trusted the mask looked good on himself.
"I take it you didn't plan to come to this event?" He questioned. "Or at least you didn't plan on how you arrived." He questioned lightly, slate eyes already nmoving to take in those who were still arriving. How interesting it was tonight...
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 12:42 pm
Bright Girl (Ara)
Ara was practically bouncing with excitement, she didn't get to go to grown up parties very often and she had never been to a magical one before. She waited until her parents had gone to bed before she put on her mask and let the magical invitation pull her away from the earth. It was just like traveling to her homeworld.
She looked around in wonder at pretty room she had appeared in. There were a bunch of adults in cool clothing, she didn't recognize any of them. Her eyes landed on a guy in a fox mask. He looked familiar but Ara couldn't figure out who he was.
She decided to go talk to him. "Hi mister." She said as she made her way towards the man.Quote: Ara is open for interactions
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 1:38 pm
Windy Thing (Andronicus)
Andronicus did not know Chauvet personally, but had gotten an invite all the same. It intrigued her, quite honeslty, because as far as she knew, no other Knight had done something like this for, well, anything. She was rather thrilled to go, if she was being honest, and she'd let Alexandria know about it as well. She hadn't quit expected to be suddenly ported - that familiar feeling of being ripped through time and space that sent her stomach into her throat - when she touched the invitation however.
She'd expected to be in her normal knight attire, but instead she was in something that reminded her heavily of an outfit design she'd found on her wonder some months back. Three layers of skirts hugged her hips and spilled to the floor, though she could feel the tight pants and boots underneath. Her middrift was free, showing the tattoos across the scars on her lower back, and a very Jasmine like top covered her chest. A shawl wrapped around her shoulders, with enough fabric to cover her hair if needed. Her hair fell to her waist in soft waves, the top half pulled into a loose braid over the rest. It was all in a very Uranus color scheme though.
Most importantly though, was the mask she held in her hand. It was ornate, with whorls of irridenscent color along every inch of the mask. It was otherwise completely white. She smiled at it and fit it to her face with a grin.
Then Windy Thing strode forward in the Foyer into the rest of the party. Quote: She is free for interaction
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 3:03 pm
Key Wizard (Chibi Oort)Fancy parties were about as much Oort's thing as they were Briar's, which was to say that they weren't his thing at all–
That being said he couldn't help but be curious about the strange invite that he had received and it was that curiosity that had had him reaching out to touch the cursive that had appeared - the one that had asked him whether he was ready.
Was he ready?
It had prompted a brief bout of hesitation as he contemplated it, because if he was being honest with himself he was about as ready to party as he was to out himself to his family as Oort - aka never - but it wasn't everyday that a party came with space attached to it and it did seem like an opportunity to explore–
And there was the chance that maybe Euporie, Oberon, Skadi or all three had gotten invites too - and if that was the case then at least he'd be able to hang out with them.
There was also the fact that he hadn't exactly being getting anywhere in his trips to his own asteroid - although granted such trips hadn't exactly been that many.
Oort shook his head and let his fingers reach out the rest of the way - only to find himself whisked away the moment that his fingers landed on the cursive.
He'd eventually found himself in a foyer that certainly looked the part of a party venue, a black and gold mask on his face as reddish eyes glanced around in curiosity. For a moment they landed on the staircase leading upwards and he hesitated before ultimately deciding to stay in the foyer area for now.Quote: Oort is open for interaction
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 3:45 pm
Chasin'Waterfalls - Nereid
Waterfalls had never been to a fancy soiree but it seemed she'd be going one tonight! She was summoned to a world unlike Earth, right in the middle of a patrol of course, and drawn up fancy and what not.
"yoo hoo!" She waved, her dress replacing her uniform and her hair uncharacteristically let down.
"Oh s**t is that pizza?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 4:28 pm
A Good TimeA Good Time hadn't thought much about the invitation he received earlier in the week. Thought it was trash more than anything else. Maybe someone mixed up their event invites and sent their fancy party notification and paper mask to someone they thought was A Good Time. In the week's sprint to close deals and more forward, he'd quite forgotten about it. But, knowing himself, A Good Time left that envelope and enclosed mask under a well-loved bourbon bottle.
Then the magic happened. Not the alcohol, sadly, but the perceptible shift in the invitation. He heard the chime upon opening the front door, found the invitation changed, and found it very much befitting a knight's business.
But here, in the midst of a grand gala filled with priceless decorum and trailer trash party supplies alike, there were no knights. Auric relay in this environment was so saturated, so condensed, that only outfits could bely their affiliations. And A Good Time knew his outfit seldom spoke clearly about his affiliation. Or, rather, it did before this curious wonder spent a revision on him. Now he looked closer to how he remembered Blaine, the surly coward, and wearing that unmentionable's garb dampened his party mood.
Initially he reached up to straighten his mask, but found the gold flake adhered directly to his face, as well as the elegant violet crystal protrusions forming the mask's outer perimeter. He disguised the gesture into a brush of his hair, then approached a guest in an iridescent mask. He tried a smooth smile.
"Hey Stranger, were you looking for A Good Time?"
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