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Shanyume rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 8:38 am
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Shanyume rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 8:40 am
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Orangeish Sherbert rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 8:58 am
Caleb DiltsCaleb frowned, unable to say anything more than, “Oh.” At Xi-Wang’s explanation. So…he had been staying with her? He hadn’t realized…he had been utterly under the impression that Xi was still living out of a hotel room…
He was honestly almost a little glad for the sudden commotion, for it got the thoughts out of his head which had swarmed in like little monsters, there to just tear apart…
…Well, everything.
His grip on Xi-Wang tightened as the panic really began to set in on the place and he nodded. “We’ll be fine, Xi. I won’t let anything get you. I promise.” He watched as Xi gripped Rhona’s clothing…what good would that do? Honstly, when the curly haired woman pulled away, calling for someone named ‘Lav’, Caleb felt a strong sense of relief. Good. Maybe she would go away and leave him and Xi alone…he…
He was very jealous, and he didn’t like the feeling one bit.
Even with the chaos of everything going on, the thought of Xi choosing to live with a girl that he had never heard about over…over living with him…his boyfriend. Someone who he claimed to love…
…It bothered him.
…Though another thing that bothered him was the feeling of something hairy and huge brushing up against the back of his neck. “…We should go. Now.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:09 am
Lavender BurninghamKeeping her hand clutched tightly around Virells, she let out a sigh of relief when she heard Rhona’s voice answering her. Finally. It had felt as though an hour or so had passed, and she was glad that Rhona was okay.
Tugging Virell with her towards the exit sign, she tried to think of what to say. “…Rhona’s my ex.” Honestly, she wasn’t even sure that Virell would hear her over the panicked sound of feet and yells, but she couldn’t just…let the elephant keep hanging in the room. “I saw her just before you walked up…so…that happened. I’m glad that you walked up though, because I am pretty sure I would have left if you hadn’t.”
…Though, not that leaving would have been such a bad thing. This might not have happened if she had left.
“Lunch sounds great, though. I would love that.”
She continued walking towards the exit, though seemed unable to resist looking around once again, hoping to see the curly head of Rhona appearing in the light of one of the decorations. With a sigh she raised her voice again. “We’re almost to the exit Rhona, I swear to God, if you die, I will bring you back to life, and kill you again myself. That’s not a threat.”
It was a promise.
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Kolina rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:14 am
Rowan Cameron (Dressed as a gothic victorian vampire Eye's glittering Rowan couldn't help the laugh that escaped him at his brothers elongated response. Of all the things to respond with. His brother could be such an a** at times, but he very much loved him for the sass. Trey was probably the only reason Rowan wasn't a completely stuck up, holier-than-thou young man. Growing up, Trey had always been that anchoring point. A voice of reason and fun outside of the social expectations of being upper class.
Opening his mouth to respond he was taken by surprise when a familiar young man made his appearance. The surprise turned into a delightful smile. A hand subconsciously reached upwards to smooth the ruffles upon his breast. The fabric, not having betrayed the teen, smoothed out as requested as the hand trailed over it, only to bounce back into near perfect shape once again. "Yes, I am feeling much better." He replied with genuine sincerity. "Again, thank you for offering assistance. It was welcomed even if I seemed unappreciative of it at the time."
He looked to Trey as his elder brother introduced him. He nodded in confirmation to Elex. "Trey this is..."
The lights went out. The scene of Trey holding out his hand to Elex the last thing the teen had seen, as he glanced around. Was this part of the event?
The sound of glass shatterings and screaming quickly nullified that thought. A hand reached out to grab hold of him. Trey It was obvious by the hold and his brother grabbing him as he did. He moved forward, bumping directly into a person. "Elex?" He questioned loudly over the yelling, frantic crowds. He didn't wait for a response and instead grabbed whomever it was and, like so many others, made his way to the bright glowing 'exit' sign that gave a mild sense of safety.
Though, it was terribly hard to feel safe when shadows seemed to be flitting around the room. Immediately Rowan tensed, his grip on {Presumably} Elex tightened as his heart rate and breathing increased. Memories of the night of his attack came rushing back.
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Strickenized rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:17 am
Elex Yorke (going as generalized undead) Trey Cameron. This is the one my mother always fawned about. The one with the perfect hair and perfect eyes and perfect mouth. With the impeccable posture and the constant sighs of 'his mother must be so proud', like it was half a hex on her. Mother would curse her fortune and wish to be born twenty years later for a chance at him. I can see why; the brothers earned their reputation for looks. I wonder if she ever spoke to him — or if she just eavesdropped the way she always did. I wonder what she'd say if she knew I was meeting him now.
Rowan looked far more at ease than when they twice met. He groomed himself with a certain expectation, a demand for equal attention laid on him and Elex obliged as much to look his way. Ruffles gathered about his neck in a mock ascot. He wondered, briefly, when they'd come back in style — if they hadn't yet. Is it your brother that's perked you? The anchor to your coquettishness.
Trey extended a hand and Elex accepted, his thin fingers coiling lightly about the heel of Trey's palm. "Elex Yo —" u're kidding.
Not this.
Elex's breath was stolen from him by a heavy bump to his side, and an elbow struck the back of his spine. He stumbled forward as glass or decor or bone crunched underfoot, and followed lavender where he could. Something — someone — caught his wrist. He capitulated to the force, trawled as he was through bodies wracked with panic. The sudden darkness left him no time to adjust; only the EXIT sign reigned in the distance. He followed lemon and lavender and bergamot as long as he could. Trey's unfamiliar voice sounded Rowan's name. He was close, if not with them.
"Rowan," he managed when he caught his voice again. Larimar wasn't wrong. "This is in poor taste for a party."
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:17 am
Toby Yates(I rolled 10 here, but to flow with responses, decided to post again.)Toby had nearly arrived at the nearby food table, and even had some likely prospects to try to be social with. (Breath of the Wild link seemed like a good option, and was right there!) But then things got weird. He'd already been thinking about how it was a good thing Kirito liked covering clothing, because it was kind of chilly...And then it all went dark! When that happened, he stopped pressing forward, and tightened his grip on Michi's hand. It didn't take long to realize (the sound of twisting metal is a good hint) that they really shouldn't be here...So he shifted his destination toward that ever inviting EXIT sign. The two of them seemed to be fairing pretty well at navigating the crowd, He was concentrating on heading that way, so wasn't looking back...until Michi called out, and he slowed to look. Those... shapes didn't seem right. Not at all. Maybe...maybe the stories about this city were true? His eyes got wider in the dark. "I, uh...I don't know!" he called back. "Let's just get out of here!" Seemed they'd make it out in one piece... so that was good, at least.
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Kolina rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:18 am
Gweneth Malley (Dressed as a black cat) Gwen rolled her eyes at Yvaine's comment but she knew better than to try and correct her friend. It would only add more credence to her comments and at the moment, Gwen wanted as little attention brought to her as possible. A newfound social anxiety was beginning to bubble away under the surface and she awkwardly shifted on her feet once, twice, as a way to try and deal with the onslaught of nerves. This is ridiculous. I should have just stayed home at this rate.
A voice she had not expected to hear caused a chill to run down her spine. Immediately Gwen swiveled on a heel, her short black dress daring to flare out and up just high enough to reveal more than she normally would have cared to reveal in such a place. "Isaiah." The name slipped out of her mouth as blue eyes looked him over.
Damn it! Why. WHY, does he look so attractive like that? She quelled that thought as quickly as she could. This was not the time for that.
"You're drunk." She said with a sniff, the stench of alcohol was strong on him. Had he fallen back into bad habits? Drinking himself into stupors....was he doing drugs again?
Eyes swept over Yvaine who seemed inclined to mother him. A flare of jealousy she hadn't expected hit her.
And the lights went out that instant. "Yvaine?" She questioned "Isaiah?" Whether he was her drunk ex or not, she still felt a need to protect and be protected by him. Odd. Considering I am more than capable of taking care of myself
Glass shattered nearby. Someone screamed, followed by others. "s**t." She cursed as she tried to find something in the darkness to help her. A body stumbled into her and she fell against someone, she had no idea who. Whoever it was she thought she had been caught for a moment before she went tumbling to the ground.
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Strickenized rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:19 am
Isaiah Varney Zähne (going as an extremely intoxicated Felicia) Gwen recognized him with a twirl of her cute little dress. He almost felt flattered, but he couldn't remember the feel of the word beyond his heavy blanket of alcohol. "Oh no, sweetheart," he started with a haughty bob in his body language, "I'm not drunk. I'm wasted." He grinned broadly.
The rug named herself Yvaine, a disconcertingly pretty name for a terribly ugly floor decoration. He assumed the rug and Gwen knew each other. Maybe they slept together. Wouldn't that make for a nice thought?
"It's also chilly in here." His poor choice in autumn clothing caught up with him through the warm haze. And while the rug shrugged his hand away, he tried to encircle it about her waist. She was a rug, after all, and he was cold — surely she was around to protect people like him from unwanted breezes and hypothermia and other pesky bodily hangups when attending silly social events. And if she wouldn't do that, then he much preferred her on the ground.
Yet the lights vanished before he finished pawing around for Yvaine's waist, and he couldn't slide in any uncouth invitations to the dreaded young man, either. Instead he stared rather dumbly at the ceiling for a minute, processing. "Someone missed the electric bill."
Because ******** the alternative, really.
Ice sighed, perhaps flippantly. "Come on, Gwen." He flopped a hand about until he caught some part of a warm body. "Come on, Rug. You too, British Invasion." Ice stumbled toward the only sign of a decent goal — the EXIT sign, of course — and found more hindrance in his own lack of motor coordination than any bodies about him. Sometimes hands touched his bare skin, or threatened to disturb the thin furs covering his necessities, but most of those pulled away when they found something they liked.
Everyone's so shy here.
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Z o m b i k ii rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 10:18 am
Yvaine paused as the lights went out, grey eyes looking around as mumbling and some mild panic began to come over the crowd of people like a wave. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but she could gain an understanding of what had transpired she was being summoned to move by the ‘wasted’ cosplayer. So her feet started moving, one in front of the other.
“Robin?” She mumbled to herself, looking over her shoulder to try and catch a glimpse. Everybody was having trouble seeing, but somehow she managed to weave in and out of people undisturbed for the most part. Maybe it was because she was calm? Well, that was until she saw shapes moving in the shadows. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light (or lack of) but when she caught a second glance at them… fluffy creatures. Well, she knew where this was going.
But she could not power up. No matter what was going on, she was useless.
Instead, she just pushed forward, Isaiah seemed to have hold of Gwen - she she, in turn, put a hand on his shoulder to try and move him quickly. She remained for the most part silent though, keeping an eye on the movement in the shadows. Knowing that her family would probably never let her out the house again alone if this situation went south.
“It is probably just a power cut, nothing to be too concerned about.” She shrugged.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 12:12 pm
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 3 10-sided dice:
9, 10, 1
Total: 20 (3-30)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 12:24 pm
Lovely Belrose (dressed as Ghost the direwolf — tight white leather pants, white fur lined boots, a sleeves white top with an attached hood, complete with wolf ears, and a pair of white, fingerless, furry wolf paw gloves. He even took the time to apply red eyeliner.)
Lovely glared and slapped Seth’s hand away.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me,” he said.
Then the reception hall went dark. Because of course it did. Because this was Destiny City, where no one could escape disaster no matter how blissfully unaware they tried to remain. Anyone who thought they could go out for a peaceful evening was kidding themselves. Lovely would know. His side had a bad habit of ruining those peaceful evenings.
Which pissed him off now more than usual, because he didn’t remember hearing anything about crashing tonight’s party.
“I swear to ********,” Lovely said.
It wasn’t easy to see through the darkness, but he knew where Seth was before the lights went out, so Lovely made a move to shove him out of the way. Then he grabbed Ilian’s arm on instinct and propelled him toward the exit without a care for who or what they might be trampling in the process.
“If you do something stupid, I will ruin whatever respectable reputation you’ve managed to build for yourself and kick your a** in front of all of your recruits,” Lovely warned him.Paris Gallo (dressed as Emma Swan)
Paris groaned as soon as the lights went out. Then again after the sound of glass shattering. Then again when the screaming started. All in quick succession.
“This is why we don’t go on dates,” she grumbled. “This is why we don’t leave the house.”
Her first reaction after that was to grab Chris. She did this by burying a hand into the leather coat he was wearing. She then refused to let go for any reason. The most important thing was not to be separated. And to make it out alive, of course, but that went without saying at this point.
Her second reaction was to free up her other hand as quickly as possible, in case they should have to fight their way out, which seemed likely. She did this by letting her plate of cake drop straight to the floor. There wasn’t any point in trying to relocate the table (even if she remained relatively close to it). Doing so would waste valuable time.
Her third reaction was to scope out as much of the room as she possibly could despite the lack of light. Fortunately, she had excellent vision and managed to see through the darkness pretty well. The large, oddly shaped figures did not go unnoticed.
“Something not human has joined the party,” she told Chris. “Could be youma. Could be something new. Wouldn’t that be exciting?”
She began to move toward the exit with her hand still buried in Chris’s coat. Though she had few (in any) issues getting closer to the exit, Paris wasn’t without further complaints.
“Why is there only one exit?” she asked, in a tone of voice that should have been full of disbelief but instead came out sounding heavily resigned. “Who planned this layout? Don’t they know what city we’re in?”Haven Sinclair (dressed as Hermione Granger)
Haven was almost relieved by the loss of power.
Almost.
It meant she didn’t have to fumble her way through a conversation she wasn’t prepared to have. Peter’s friend seemed nice, so she probably could have managed it without much difficulty. Now she’d never know. Now they had to fight their way out of the reception hall, which, while not ideal, wasn’t a terribly uncommon thing. She might not be a good conversationalist, but Haven was very well practiced in escaping crowded rooms when danger set in.
That was probably sad. She was sixteen. She should be better at other things.
Unfortunately, seeing through almost total darkness wasn’t a great skill of hers. She didn’t fight when Peter took her wrist, because it was easier to follow along with him. The three of them would be safer together anyway, and if there was one person she’d actually prefer to be stuck with when things went south, it was Peter Gallo.
He was very resourceful, after all.
Haven reached into the messenger bag she always carried with her, digging around until she managed to locate her phone. She pulled it out and opened her flashlight app, but the pushing and shoving toward the exit was so bad, an elbow came out of nowhere and knocked her phone right out of her hand.
“I lost my phone. I need yours,” she told Peter, and without missing a beat or waiting for a response, she shoved her hand into one of his pockets to search for it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 3:19 pm
Mahogany Shapour -- Phantom of the OperaMahogany was close enough to the exit that he was beginning to throw elbows to get there. Even if the lights weren't out and there wasn't an undercurrent of panic over an unseen and possibly perceived threat... he'd been known to jab people in the ribs with his angles to get his hands on the last two-faced pallet before. The threat of danger just made him feel less bad about it. If that was even possible. So when someone let out a cry of pain over his elbow, Mahogany didn't slow down or bat an eyelash. He did stop, however, when he heard the distinct sound of fabric ripping suddenly. Eyes adjusting to the dark, he saw a tacky looking Sherlock lying on the floor, probably the victim on his elbow, and an equally shabby looking Watson kneeling over him. But what had ripped? Mahogany followed the line of the man on the floor to his heel, and realized, just as the cape slipped from his shoulders, what had ripped. Mahogany looked from the pile of fabric on the ground to the two men crouching over each other and damn near erupted. "You idiots," he snarled, stooping to snatch up the cape and inspect it. "This was Cashmere Silk. Do you know what that means?" His eyes searched the darkness for the other males' eyes, but instead of waiting for the answer, he filled in the blanks for them but hissing, "it's one of the the finest fabrics in the world and not only have you... trodden all over it but now," he searched the cape for the source of the sound and when he found it, shrieked, "now you've ruined my costume!" His fingers found a slit, about three inches long, in the seam of the caplet that circled his shoulders and the rest of the cape. Needle and thread would not fix this, and unlike the mask... this was important. Gisela LouiseAlready unable to keep her balance from the lack of vision, the collision sent Gisela toppling almost head over heels. Suddenly on the ground, Gisela felt suddenly out of control. This was normal, she knew... years of functioning on lack of sleep made it very easy for her to predict what would happen to her when things got too stressful, but that didn't make it easy to cope. Instead she sat on her hip, suddenly overcome with just how futile this whole thing was. She couldn't see for s**t. Her parents weren't coming back for her because who even knew why, and now she was on the ground prime for the trampling. She made the sound of a child not getting her way and slammed her fists on the ground in anger, hot tears pickling at her eyes. This was all so stupid. Destiny city was such ******** s**t and she just wanted to move but now she couldn't because Cinnabar was in trouble and she wasn't telling her why and she kept saying to go talk to Schrol but Gisela didn't want to talk to Schrol she wanted to talk to Cinnabar. And now she was going to die on the floor of a botanical garden like an idiot because she was too tired to get her baring and -- "<********. This." She hadn't realized that she had verbalized anything until the gutteral sound reached her ears. For a moment, she didn't recognize her own voicing, thinking that someone else must have been in far more pain than she was but... it had been her. Pathetic. Gisela scrubbed at her eyes and felt around for something to try and help her up when a voice reached her ears. He was... sorry for bumping into her? Despair gave way to irritation and she snapped back, "sorry doesn't fix it," however the emotion didn't reach her voice and she sounded even more pathetic than she felt. She sniffed and rubbed her nose on the back of her sleeve, an infantile and slightly disgusting gesture but she didn't care. "Whatever just get out of here."
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 3:56 pm
Tom and Jason Wolf (dressed up respectively as Sherlock Holmes and Watson respectively.) Jason was still trying to help Tom up when they seemed to be accosted by... what sounded like a little kid yelling at them. They're eyes were finally adjusting, though not enough to see past the crowd and Jason pointed his phone until the light was showing, but not in his eyes, a little kid who seemed quite angry. They looked at him for a couple of seconds before Tom started to say something. "... Cashmere Silk. Cashmere Silk, for a little kid's costume. Something that probably isn't going to be used more than maybe twice." The two brothers looked at each other once again before looking at the kid. Unfortunately Tom was a bit angry right now because the crowd was getting on his nerves and they had no idea what was going on and he was in pain, the sarcasm came out. "Someone seriously thought it was a good idea to use cashmere silk for a cape? Kid, listen here." He said as he started to get up. Jason decided to take a step back to protect the two from the crowd. Tom smirked at Mahogany. "Whoever made that cape out of such an expensive material was an idiot. That's all I'll say." He was sure the kid would protest but they didn't exactly have time for that. "Look, we need to get out of here, something is clearly happening here. Come with me and get out of here and I'll throw some hundreds at you to get a replacement cape but only if you you get out of here. Your life is much more important than some cape okay? Let's not lose focus. All right?" He said as he held his hand out to Mahogany. Jason was only slightly surprised at his brother's reaction, more the fact that Tom was willing to pay for a cape he probably hadn't destroyed in the first place. Honestly Jason was surprised his brother didn't suggest taking the cape to a crime lab to see if they could get any foot or fingerprints on it to see if they could find the "real" culprit. Though mostly he knew that Tom was just trying to get a kid out safely before something happened. Derrick Keenan (dressed as Rick O'Connell from The Mummy) Caliban was able to see pretty well still and he could tell whom he had accidentally knocked over. He... could have sworn that he recognized her, but not sure where? Derrick couldn't help but feel guilty about knocking her down. "I, look something or some people are doing something dangerous here and I don't want to leave someone who, no offense, looks like they need some help." Though he doubted she would accept the offer, he at least wanted to give her a chance to accept it. He held his hand out to her. "Here, I'll help you out, because I highly doubt this is going to be the last of it." Especially since there was always such weird stuff going on. He figured it was part of the Negaverse and he didn't want innocent people getting hurt because of it, and also because it would be pretty freaky for people to suddenly start disappearing from something like this.
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musicaloner7 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 4:22 pm
The sudden darkness did put everything at a stand still. He'd just seen Briar waving to him, elated to have another's person acknowledge his existence. The small flutter of possibly a chance of friendship budding made Vi desire to wave the other boy over. But now wth how dark it was... he couldn't see much past his own nose.
And when had it gotten so cold? Thighs pressing a little closer together from the chill, naturally wanting to hunker to get warmer, his attention was drawn by Peter's suggestion. A good idea, at that. Digging into the little pouch strapped to his belt, he pulled out his phone to help light the area a little bit. The panic of the crowd made him have to start moving, never letting his eyes stray from too long from Peter and his companion Haven to make sure they were ok. Yet with Peter's soft warning of youma, the figures Vi was making out that kept skating past them seemed to further confirm such a suspicion... very likely at that. "You might be right..." Vi murmured quietly, as he trailed an unsavory dark figure looming nearby...
Rubbing his arms with his hand, keeping the phone equipped one perched, he turned his focus on the two with him. "Are you guys ok?" It could get really rough when crowds freaked out like this. People got hurt often times.
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