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We have a specific posting rule for this event, think of it as a 'test drive' for a new system. Due to the problem of confusion and needing to backread roleplay posts in events like these, which sometimes some of the event participants just can't afford to do due to various reasons, sometimes we missed roleplay replies that we should had directed at certain people that wanted to interact with your character. And sometimes it's just too much a hassle to read through every single roleplay post to check who is interacting with who or where they are interacting at.

So in this event, we request that every participant post their character's location at the end of their roleplay post in OOC brackets at top right (default) corner of your post.

If say, your character had moved from the Shadow Chateau to the Pools of Doom area in your roleplay post, your post should look like this :


Your cooperation will be muchly appreciated!! If you have any questions, please ask in the main thread and someone will get to you ASAP!!

**EXTRA RULE** Also, you are required to dress up for this event, or you shall be promptly kicked out for inappropriate dressing. Just mention it in your first post or something is enough!

+ Dunk-A-Doc +
Bathed in the bluish light of the moon and starry night, a rather familiar carnival game and an excited crowd await the arrival of the Men of the Lab. Who's fast ball will be enough to sink Dr. Kyou? Who's curve ball will be responsible for the dousing of Dr. Tsu? There's a bit of a chill in the autumn air, but with plenty of dry towels and hot drinks on hand, the Docs are stepping up to get dropped! And the doctor that is going up first, is Dr. Tsu, dressed up as a pirate! Ahoy, there Captain! From the looks of it, if he gets wet, we'll be able to see some buried treasure!!

The Lab's Famed Scientist and Leader. Well known for his sexy hair, sweet smile, and critical weakness for sweets, Dr. Kyou graces the tank dressed as a Fire Fighter! Any guesses how big of a fire his hose can put out?



+ NO Hogging. Let other people get a chance to dunk the doctors. Don't get upset if they say no, and allow someone who has not had a chance to play go in your stead. This event is supposed to be FUN and for EVERYONE.
+ Keep your interactions with the dunking tank brief, so more people can have the opportunity to participate. We all know how popular the doctors are, so don't monopolize their time. If you have to leave, please finish up your RP quickly, so other people can play.
+ Please do not swarm the tanks and fight with other competitors. Be good sports and don't interrupt other throwers. Cheer on your fellow competitors, and playfully taunt the doctors.
+ That said, you can line up for the dunking tank several times if you wish to and that there aren't any first timers.
+ Only 5 people are allowed in the line up at any time. So there wouldn't be a crowd.
+ The Doctors CAN (and most likely will) dunk the other Doctors.
+ NO drinking the water from the tank. I don't care how obsessed you are with them. It's just gross.
+ One doctor will only be dunked once! Unless they are willing to go for another round.



Make sure the doctor is ready before you start.
[ii] Roleplay lining up in front of the dunking tank, and we will note you down in the line-up list below. First come first serve.
[iii] When it's your turn, post a random number action between numbers 1-40. If you hit the number indicated in the section below, BINGO!!! Congratulations!!! The doctor will be needed to roleplay dropping into the water then.
[iv] You get 3 throws/rolls each turn. But you'll have to post 1 roleplay post for each throw, at least 3 sentences per post please.
[v] You don't need to roleplay waiting for the doctor's reply when interacting at the dunking tank. Post 3 consecutive posts in a roll if you wish. But you are encouraged to interact with either the doctor or the people that had lined up with you.



Doctor on duty : Dr.Kyou (READY TO PLAY)
Number to hit : 13
Random number between 1 and 40

Pitching Line-up :
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+ Bobbing for Apples + (Mini-Game)

While you wait for your turn at the dunk tank, how about getting in the mood by getting a little wet yourself? Golden, green and shiny red apples bob and roll around in large metal tubs. Upon closer examination, you see small candy zipper baggies at the bottom of the tub with an extra treat inside for those daring enough to attempt the feat.

Black lights bathe the room in a eerie purple hue, illuminating a myriad of neon colored tapestries and the psychedelically painted wood flooring. Music throbs and possessed even the shyest of wall flowers to get on the floor and show off their best moves. Looks like a ghostly DJ is operating the spooky jukebox, but is playing all the perfect Hits of All Hallows Eve. Drop by and make that request. From "Thriller" to "Monster Mash", we're sure to have your musical treats covered and some tricks up our sleeves, too! Help yourself to some glow sticks and glow in the dark goodies and tear up that dance floor!

Event was co-planned by Kyoupiruchi and Natsuki!!
Graphics © Miaow/Kyoupiruchi and some courtesy of google search

((Pools of Doom))

If Natsuki smoked, she'd be kicked back against a tree in Aphismet and Isi's back yard. With a long evening ahead, she'd arrived first thing in the morning to ensure all the attractions were set up accordingly. Initially, she felt weird helping herself to a house that didn't belong to her, but after looking at the floor plans and putting her staff members to work, the cafe manager realized she loved the sensation of seeing an event come together. The same exhilaration surged through her every time she volunteered with the Lab from serving ice cream at the Durem Matsuri, to throwing Kyou and Chloe's birthday party, and even offering herself up for a charity fund raisier, Natsuki simply enjoyed helping and taking care of people. Finishing up her final check and ticking the last box on her clip board, the fiery redhead sighed satisfactorily. However, today a long brunette wig with a long braid, covered up her orange red locks.

"Yosh! Everything is ready!" she cheered, dropping the clipboard lightly onto the ground. Reaching into her pocket, she plucked a lollipop out and stripped off the wrapper. It wasn't a cigarette, but then again, she hadn't smoked since she quit the girl gang while in university. Ribbons of caramel and pumpkin danced on her tongue as she propped her tomb raiding booties up on a small rock.

Late October was a bit chilly for a marine blue, lycra tank top and khaki, micro cargo shorts, but as far as Lady Lara Croft was concerned, she looked damn good. As far as costuming went, the cafe manager was well aware of the need to sacrifice comfort in the name of accuracy and eye to detail. However, this didn't mean that she was without a bomber jacket for when the temperature dropped in the evenings. After years of wearing only a maid costume at work, Lady Croft was releived to have the chance to try out something different. Even if it was more risque and overly sexualized by the majority of the male population. Thank God, the [Lab]otomoy Gala was small affair. The last thing she wanted were hard core cafe patrons lining up to take humilating pictures of her-- despite pulling off the Digital Bombshell's look off quite well.

"Let's get this party rolling!" she yelled, hopping up and dusting off the bits of grass and clinging leaves from her legs. She was trying not to let certain things weigh on her mind. Tonight wasn't about herself, but about making another page in the memory books for the Labbies. With no guests to speak of yet, Natsuki plucked an apple from the bin of extras. Sinking her teeth into the crisp, red skin and juice white flesh, she leaned against the dunk tank waiting for Tsu & Kyou to make their arrival.

((Entrance))

"HURRY! We're going to be laaate!" Sevilin whined like a banshee in the back seat (his front seat privileges currently revoked due massive limb flailing), the only thing keeping him in the car was his seatbelt.

"Sev... Ya canno' be la'e fer a party... Besides haven' ya ever heard of being 'questionably la'e?' " We`rika scratched his fake goatee like a madman. He wasn't even there yet and it was driving him insane.

"... It's fashionable and tha' only works in th'movies!"

"Okay well wha'ever th'case... We aren' gonna be la'e."

Sevilin pouted comically and looked out the window, watching his reflection zoom by the trees outside. "We better not be..." The little Frei mumbled precociously to himself, though his guardian heard.

We`rika couldn't help but laugh. "Or wha', Mr. Cucumber?"

"I AM NOT A CUCUMBER!! I am sea dragon!" Sevilin was dressed in a a blue plush one piece that ended with a long tail. It had holes for the arms and legs, but Werika sewed up the bottoms so he would be a proper sea dragon. He had gloves for his hands and little claws. We`rika even dressed up Sevilin's hair to looks like a spiky mane, separated and put into individual ponytails down his head.

"Well okay, Mr. Sea Dragon... We'rea here..." We`rika parked his car and got out, opened the passenger door to retrieve his acoustic guitar and unhook a squirming Sevilin from his backseat. Like a caged animal, as soon as he was free the little water Raevan sprinted, well, floated to the door. We`rika locked the car and stood beside Sevilin, putting on his dark sunglasses to be a proper George Michael. "Okay, before we go in, les see your scary face again"

"RAWR!" Sevilin bared his little teeth and claws as menacingly as he could. They may not die of fright, bu they would certainly die of laughter. "Okay, okay pretty good, les go..."

"Heyo! I brough' th'beer--!! Aww no one's here ye'........" We`rika looked around the moderately empty, but hauntingly decorated house. "Toldya we wouldn' be la'e"

((Entrance))

The woman was only running behind because of that worthless dealer in the city of Durem, a necessary stop before she reached the residence that the party was supposed to take place in. Alex had parked her truck some ways down the road, both to give herself some time to walk in heels - which was no specialty of the normally boot-clad femme - and to keep her beloved vehicle away from any potential drunks that night. The Italian thought she looked quite fetching in her low-cut dress of crimson, the left side cut practically below her hip to give a generous eyeful of strong, tan leg. The top was tied around her neck, which was mostly covered with a black choker, offset by the short and shaggy black hair-do she was sporting (although if it was her own hair or a wig, well, she'd leave at least SOMETHING to the imagination with the outfit!). She'd had to get her holster fixed, which was why she was late, although she managed to fashion a belt around it so it looked twice as lethal along her exposed leg. Ada Wong never looked so good, or so she'd like to think.

She entered the house shortly after We`rika, tossing her hair from her bright green eyes as she sauntered around the front room. Alex was cursing her heels already, knowing her calves would hate her come tomorrow. "Good evening," she gave a flick of her hand as she passed through, not really noticing the George Michael and somehow missing Sevilin in her search for Natsuki.