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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:19 pm
 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.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 3:50 am
Key Wizard (Chibi Oort)Key-W brightened at the mention of pizza, because he had indeed been planning to check it out, although he was still undecided about the champagne.
It wasn't because he was underage even though he was totally underage, but still he could always make a decision once over at the place where the pizza was.
"Yes, pizza's always good" he said, because it was pretty hard to mess up pizza, content enough to make his way back towards where the pizza was.
He was somewhat behind the other however and it seemed like his pink-haired companion had spotted someone that he recognised by the time that Key-W reached the pizza - at least he was assuming that he was by the way that the other was deep in conversation with a blue-haired female.
Key-W didn't intrude, because being a third wheel really wasn't his thing - and he kind of had a feeling that if he interrupted then he would totally be a third wheel.
Instead he quietly snagged up a couple of slices of the pizza and had taken some champagne, although he had only taken a few sips of the latter before deciding that it wasn't really for him, and then he had slipped away to go take a better look at the portraits. unohime for Cranberry mention, also apologies, this took me way too long.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 1:15 pm
December Snowflake ( Idavollr) Whilst December Snowflake wasn't opposed to eating pizza on occasion, it had seemed strangely out of place here, although she had - on locating the stash of napkins under the 'Happy Pride' banner - wandered back and helped herself to some of the crudités–
And she'd helped herself to a glass of the champagne when it had come round, the flavour not something she could quite describe, dry one moment and then sweet the next - but smooth enough that she had picked up a second glass after finishing the first.
She'd wandered, having decided to take a better look at the foyer area, brown eyes taking in the motes of pastel light flickering down from the chandelier above and casting shapes on the cracked but still beautiful floor.
There had been portraits in the hallways leading off both left and right from the grand staircase heading upwards, although December Snowflake hadn't ascended them, the night early enough that she figured that she could always come back and head up later.
Another sip from the glass of champagne in her hand, a frown marring her features slightly, albeit one that for the most part was most likely mainly hidden by the silver half mask that she continued to wear.
The room, had she thought it crumbling? Maybe it was, but perhaps she had been a little unfair in her initial mental assessment, the crumbling not quite as bad as first thought - and the ceiling? Why for the moment it had seemed almost like open stars.
December Snowflake blinked and took yet another sip of champagne and had tried to wander around the foyer for a little longer–
And for a time she had even managed.
It had been the strange ghostly figures however, that had been the last straw, figures that seemed almost real under a ceiling that was looking more and more to her eyes like open stars–
That and the strange sensation that she had somehow been here before - for all that she clearly hadn't.
Clearly a change of scenery was needed - perhaps the open doors...
December Snowflake, turned and - still holding the partially full glass of champagne - made towards the open white double doors with a haste that she told herself was definitely not fleeing–
Not noticing as she barely missed knocking into a blond dressed in a tux along the way.Amasis hope it's okay to have her almost knock into Newton/Ramsonite
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 4:04 pm
The Barkeep
The Barkeep stepped between guest and ghost alike, silent as he held a tray of glasses aloft. All he had to do was pass out drinks, and then he was done. It was simple, it was easy, it was kind of a favor for Katie Catigern that cashed in way harder than the one time she'd brought him pizza on the house, but the Barkeep was a man of scruples and his word and if there was a job worth doing, then it was a job worth doing properly.
Still, he was grateful to pass out the last of the glasses, pressing his back to a marble wall to have a moment to breathe. He'd known that there were magical beings in Destiny City for almost a decade now, but...all of these people having magic? All in one place? It was a lot for the Barkeep to think about, and having no magic of his own made him feel some special kind of vulnerable that made his lips purse and his chest heavy.
But he couldn't think about that, not now. With his task for the evening complete, he moved back to the speakers and set the tone with a slower song on the playlist. Somewhere in the crowds was Vanessa, and...maybe he would get the chance to tell her how he really felt.
He needed some liquid courage first--turning to the refreshments table, the Barkeep raised his eyes to discover that...someone was talking to a cat. A talking cat. He blinked, and then he squared his shoulders, approaching.
"Miss. Is this your cat?" The Barkeep said stiffly, trying to appear taller than he felt. "He needs to not be on the pizza." He didn't want to be dealing with this, after working the event--he'd rather be finding Van. But ghosty girl wasn't doing a thing, and it wasn't sanitary to have fur on pizza.
Sometimes, he hated having a conscience.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 6:31 pm
Parsley (Basiluzzo)"Of course she will. We'd just have to get the license information for it. Probably make it the karaoke version to avoid legal entanglements." He gave a hearty shrug. "I know there's a way." Hell, he could probably find a remix that had several Britney Spears songs mashed up together. That was surely derivative enough to avoid licensing issues, right? He'd have to do more research on that... "Oh, finding something from my wonder would be really cool actually." He didn't know anything about his wonder. At all. Just the name, but all that gave him was what was available from a Google search. It wasn't anything that told him who he was. Who he had been. What that had meant for his past and what that meant now for his present and what that might mean for his future. He didn't know for sure that he'd find anything of any real interest beyond. At least, aside from the general novelty of the place. But he had a feeling about it. The place around them was becoming more and more familiar the more he stood there, and Basiluzzo could almost envision the place they were headed, how it would be laid out and what would be in there. As soon as he tried to focus on any of it, it disappeared like morning mist, but it was still lingering at the edge of his memory. Basiluzzo was close behind Encke as he headed out. [ Exiting to the Gallery ]
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 6:40 pm
Enchantress, you look positively sinful the way you glimmer in the light--but then, you always do... 
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 9:14 pm
Reaper
He considered her question, weighing the thoughts of what moniker he should offer for her to call him in a place where they were nothing more than faces in a crowd. The general had thought himself a man who had a presence that was recognizable and therefore needed a name that suited such thoughts.
It took a moment, but in the end he offered her a single word as hefty as his own name in his opinion. "Reaper," he said, the dark lilt of his voice curling around the sharpness of the smile he flashed her way once her arm slipped through the space between his side and elbow.
"What would you prefer, tonight madame?" He asked in kind, curious to see what the woman would settle on herself.
Leading her towards the staircase was easy enough, his gaze sweeping across the gathered as they walked, his head inclined her way so that if she spoke it would easily garner his attention even if it was half split. The number of attendees was almost surprising and Reaper grew more curious about whom was chosen and why.
An invitation from a squire he'd never met had seemed silly almost, but he had learned that when it came to Destiny City and magic few things happened without reason.
Perhaps he should seek out the host.
[Exit to gallery]
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 9:33 pm
Newton (Ransomite)They had been glimpses at first, and at first he hadn't paid them any mind. The whole thing was weird if he stopped to think about it, so what was some flickering on the edges of his vision? But then they wouldn't go away and, as the night went on, they got more... well, corporeal. Solid. Less able to be ignored in favour of watching the entirely solid people around him. ...Who were they? He got the feeling they were familiar, but he wouldn't have been able to put a name to any of the vague faces if he'd tried. And he tried. But just when he thought he knew who that face or those voices belonged to, it'd slip away from him again. It was very frustrating. One of them came close enough for him to see their face, the pool of pupil-less white blinking inquisitively at him. "No, I'm fine," he found himself replying automatically. How had he known that was a question? They hadn't said anything to him. But he found he didn't feel the need to shrink away when a very... solid hand patted once on his shoulder. He recognized it as a greeting and turned to see another pair of pupil-less eyes, but entirely emerald green instead of white, this time. "Good of you to join us." ...But who was thi-- Being very nearly bumped into had been not a small bit distracting, and Ranso-Newton found himself having to instinctively take a step back to avoid the collision even as it startled him out of his vision. "Hey," he began automatically. "You going to be alright?" She was moving awfully fast...
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 11:53 pm
In an attempt to stifle her laughter, the corrupt brought her free hand up to hide the smile that tugged the corners of her lips which did little to cover the amusement that shone in her deep blue eyes. “Sonic,” she repeated with an approving nod of her head. In an elegant, almost ladylike fashion, she offered a small curtsy. “You may call me Miss--” Confusion struck her as it did him and for a moment she paused with a puzzled expression that near matched his own. “Morgana…” Again, not quite right. Close-ish but ehh. With an elegant shrug, she smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles from her dress and laughed at the odd predicament. “You can call me The Enchantress. Would you like to accompany me to the Gallery? I’m curious to see what treasures are on display.” Nuxaz Sooo late I'm really sorry D:
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:02 am
December Snowflake ( Idavollr) If not for the fact that she'd only had glass and part of champagne, then December Snowflake might have started to wonder if she was drunk–
But it wasn't as if she was a lightweight - not like her little cousin who avoided alcohol like the plague - and that meant that she couldn't possibly be drunk. Could she?
Could she?
And yet the only other logical possibility was–
A figure loomed up in front of her, startling her into a sudden stop and a murmured apology only for the well garbed figure to smile and shake his head, while in the background she could hear another person marvelling at one of the banners...
And then in the next moment both were gone, which was perhaps why when the very real voice spoke up from somewhere that wasn't that far behind her, December Snowflake visibly jumped causing her to almost stumble in her long fur-trimmed gown.
Almost. But somehow she managed to keep to her feet, albeit barely, even if her jerked actions caused some of the remaining champagne to slosh from the glass and spatter on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 6:37 am
Pumpkin Queen
"Reaper."
The name sent a shiver down her spine as it slipped off of her tongue. A dark one indeed, though deliciously so.
When the question was turned around to her, she found herself unprepared for it. She only ever went by two names --- three, once upon a time --- so it gave her pause for a moment to consider the cobweb motif she'd once again found herself shrouded in by magical forces, despite her aversion to Halloween itself. Birthday months had a way of following a person around, it seemed.
"Pumpkin." She said softly, recalling a fond nickname her mother once called her. Catching the sentimentality of the moment, she quickly added, "... Queen. Pumpkin Queen."
The latter was a jab -- at whom, it would remain a mystery.
Collecting his arm, she allowed him to lead her off to wherever it is he'd like.
[Exit to the Gallery]
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 7:15 am
Sonic
The redhead with the long a** hair seemed to stumble over her name too which made Sonic feel a midge better about the whole, couldn't say his name bs. He had questions for Gaytie later, if he ever saw her. But for now he could focus on the babe in front of him who was being rather receptive.
His game was still killer and that was enough to make him feel comfortable and confident even if he was in a situation he'd never been in.
Sonic was hard to unsettle at least. "Enchantress hm?" He repeated, words spilling from his mouth in a purr when he stepped into her space, sliding his arm along her backside until large finger tips pressed against her hip. "Lead the way."
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:15 am
αρπάζωThe quirk in her lips slackened, the lines of emotion in her face softened, and αρπάζω nodded a brief affirmation. Unfortunate that this Chauvet wasn't interested in talking the specifics of language, but αρπάζω supposed that time and place were important to keep in mind. That, and present company — she knew she intruded, but her ghostly conversant did not seem to mind.
When she offered a walk, αρπάζω's gaze cast out over the other attendees. The champagne glass felt light in her hand, as if the inelegantly-built glass held nothing at all. But it was there, she knew it was there, even as her senses told her otherwise. She tried a sip, then another, then found the taste amenable enough.
"Of course. I'd love to learn more about the Chauvets." She wondered, then, if Chauvet was much different from earth histories. She looked human; could there be a difference?
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 9:21 am
CrystalShe'd had a small sip of the champagne, more to work on appearing genial and not insulting her host than to actually enjoy it, and then gone silent for a while because it was easier to listen than to speak when there were this many people around. Maybe it'd been particularly potent or something, though because --
She was seeing things. Crystal, normally, didn't see things that weren't there; she'd heard it was a bad sign. But she couldn't help but gaze at one trio of ghosts (were they ghosts? maybe they were hallucinations, maybe she really was just going crazy), a small girl in white-and-gold-and-teal-and-crimson with jewels in her hair, followed by two women with pale eyes. And there wasn't even anything to take her mind off it, anyways; that might have been Tiberius on the pizza, might have been another corrupt she'd only met in passing with the pink hair, but she didn't - she didn't want to be rude. So she stood there, tried not to fidget, and half-listened to the people around her as she watched the ghosts.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 9:53 am
Narcissa/Viminal
She frowned deeply at Captain and sighed, "of course because nothing can ever just be a party or a event or even a walk in the park ... nope we got to hallucinate into reality. Though, whoever these extra people are don't seem to notice us. There a weird guy hiding out by the gallery trying to be seen and doing a pathetic job about it."
She blinked again and he was gone and it was so flipping weird. She looked at Captain, "dont think its real, he just vanished ... but then again, who the ******** knows."
The barkeep walked up and Narcissa shook her head at him, "guess you've never seen a guardian cat before huh? Im not his keeper and hes perfectly capable of understanding and responding to you should you want to ask him nicely to get off the table ... but honestly no ones eatting the pizza."
She gave him a shoo fly look, but then looked back to Captain, "If you want to hitch a ride, Im going to go find Mr. Aquaman and see if he drank the champagne, enjoy the gallery a little."
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