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 Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:04 pm
A voice, worn hoarse from extreme use over the past few days with their longer hours, echoed from a corner of the courtyard that was decorated for a rather festive holiday event. The owner of the voice was dressed to match in an outfit that concealed his identity quite well, and the softness that his voice had been forced into almost seemed to be a pure stroke of luck to match.
"Naturally. Did you think someone like me couldn't get something as simple as this done? You're obviously underestimating me."
A much louder voice, one that still head strength despite yelling so much back at the other person in costume, boomed from yet another corner were apples were being hurriedly dropped into water. They splashed about and caused some droplets to fall onto the speaker's costume, meriting a few curse words directed at both the water and the apples, and after a moment or two the empty apple barrel was set side to be used as a chair or the like.
"Good, good. Adviser Herei said he would take care of the prizes that we were to give out at the end of everything if the night goes well, and for now all we have to do is make sure that everything will go off without a hitch. You've got the apples set up, right? The candles too for the ghost stories?"
"And the pumpkins, and the scavenger hunt lists. For the last time, chill out and actually finish what you're working on. I'm not your friggen' slave or anything, even if you did manage to get me out of class without me losing any credits. And anyway, I'm done over here so are you about ready?"
There was no reply from the other side, only the sounds of shuffling as his companion was moving about in final attempts to get everything where it should be. After tonight and after everything started to go as it should the young man would finally get to sleep (read: go comatose) and maybe even try for better things in his future.
"Dammit Mica, I asked if you were done or no-"
The angry voice pushed aside the curtains that had been separating one side from the other as the two decided it might be easier to get the event done if each had their own to worry about instead of arguing over what needed to go where and how it should like before it was finished. Instead of snapping and babbling like he was going to, instead of laughing at whatever costume his partner had on, Scyeth instead merely stared at the figure before him.
Dressed in a white gown that flowed to the ground and trailed behind him, Micajah frowned at Scyeth with lightly painted pink lips. Long blond hair decorated his head and in turn was crowned with jewels that seemed to catch the light from the lit candle in the young man's gloved hand, and as he turned to set the last of his items in place a pair of white angel wings, small ones that looked more for artistic flair then possible use, bounced into view.
"....What?"
The frown deepened as more of Micajah's outfit came into light thanks to a few more lamps being slowly turned on as the youth moved around. There were sequins sewn all over, a golden color, mixed here and there with layer after layer of beading that seemed to change colors. He was thankful that his dress touched the ground or else the others would see that he was wearing flip flops instead of heels like he originally wanted (but couldn't seem to get without having to tell the truth), and as he finished up the final bit of what he was doing he raised a tweezed eyebrow at the other boy.
"....Nothing."
Scyeth grinned and tossed his own hair behind his shoulders, the dark black color falling like a cascade. This year the dying attempt had been successful (it's hard to fail at black) and it made the young man look foreign and almost inhumanly intense, though it was a bit hard to take him seriously with the red headband that spotted directly in the middle of his face. His own costume was a marvel in and of itself, the design a clear attempt to try and please a certain young man, and he took a few staged steps towards the door. Nothing wrong so far.
The boots he wore he had to get on his own thanks to no one at the school having any earthly idea how to cobble, same for the method it took to obtain the sword that stayed tied (via Micajah's very clear threats that it had to be) to his hip with a color-coordinated ribbon. Everything else, down to the chest plate that he wore with pride and the slightly puffy sleeves, had been made just for him and he was glad that the colors he selected accented his own personal flair; red and black, slight hues of gray and purple. Scyeth was glad that his time pouring over books of Chinese warriors had come in handy, and he was glad he'd had someone more than willing to try anything out...at least once.
"I don't mind you walking around like you want to saunter off into battle, oh great warrior, but if you rip that costume after as much effort I put into it I swear I'll rip you. You hear me, Sparky?"
"Loud and clear. Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Ladies first."
"Hurry up and die."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:06 pm
o1 Leave all OOC drama at the door. We'll give you a claims ticket so you can pick it up when you're ready to leave
o2 All characters must be in costume, even teachers
o3 All prizes will be rewards on October 31 ( Halloween )
o4 Herei has the right to award his QRP & CRP as he sees fit
o5 Follow the individual rules for each game
o6 Ping any and all questions to either Rown or soutou
o7 Scyeth is your king, love him verily
o8 Micajah worked very hard, so make sure to tell him he's done a good job and looks pretty or else he'll cry. . .a lot
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:09 pm
The courtyard is ablaze with lanterns and candles, the night looking haunted with nothing the pale glows cast off from these single flames protected carefully against the weather and wind with creative coverings and planned locations.
The potted trees, having shed most of their leaves thanks to the change in weather (or the heavy shaking of two students), are draped with black and orange crepe paper and sprinkled here and there with realistic bats and spiderwebs. A few candles sit here and there amongst the lower branches while the lanterns hang secured from those higher up with wires and strings bent into seasonal shapes.
From somewhere fog is drifting in, just enough to lightly coat the floor with a blanket that swirls with even the slightest of movements, and as the night wears on the fog rises up to try and escape out any open window that lets light pour inwards to help solidify the eerie environment.
Booths are set up here and there, the promised games mentioned inside that rather polite invitation sent out, while a large table full of food seems to dominate the center.
The Refreshments Tables
Square in the center of all the activity are several short rows of tables, all decorated with a fancy tablecloth that clearly demonstrates the holiday being celebrated, all laden down heavily with different sweets and treats. One of the tables holds nothing but cakes and pies, some of the creations bubbling unnaturally and releasing a smell that would ward off anything that had any sense of survival, while the table next to it sports large bowls filled to the brim with candies of all sorts. The spread continues with tables overflowing with cups and plates all festive colors and prints, some of them holding actual food to eat like finger sandwiches (aptly shaped for their name) and several types of punches to drink.
There are small chairs set up nearby for students and staff to sit in should they wish to, those too not escaping the decorations of a fake spiderweb here and there. Lamp posts in states of festivity light the area with candles inserted in their holders instead of the usual bulbs.
Bobbing for Apples ( event )
Set in the back left corner of the courtyard the small event is surrounded by large amounts of hay and straw in the forms of rolls and bales. A scarecrow looms over a table that holds written instructions on how to properly play, as well as a few orange and black towels to dry off the faces of the brave who would like to give the game a shot.
Several barrels have been set aside to use as chairs should one want to sit down while they wait for their turn (or simply want to sit). The area is illuminated by large lamps and several carved jack-o-lanterns, their designs made to resemble a bat or black cat with back in arch, with their shadows casting interesting images on the ground and on the walls behind them.
Ghost Stories ( event )
The booth closest to the doorway, should someone want to leave during the process, it is set up like a clearing inside a neglected cemetery. Broken tombstones or grave markers in different stages of disrepair are arranged in a large circle with the focus set to what appears to be a massive rocking chair directly in the circle's center. Small tables are set between the tombstones, decorated as little stumps to fit with the theme, and each one holds several lit candles as well as a few whole sticks.
Small patches of fake grass line the ground of the area while only those candles sitting on the stumps provide the allowed light. There is, however, a flashlight sitting near the large rocking chair should someone really need it.
Pumpkin Decorating (event)
In the back right corner, set a bit away from the others, is the booth decorated to look like the inside of an abandoned house. The pumpkins, all in various shapes and sizes, rest upon a table that look like it has seen better days and is broken far beyond repair. A spoiled lace tablecloth is all that covers the bleached and decaying tabletop, and a few fake spiders have been glued into place to make the setup a little more real. Broken and molding chairs are set around the table, each one in front of a pumpkin, their cushions full of holes or stained with an unknown liquid.
A large oil lamp sits in the middle of the table, its flickering light oddly strong enough to keep the area bright. In fact this may be the brightest area in the whole room, aside from the snack table, thanks to the actions of the solo lamp.
There are no knives or sharps objects of any sort of the table, as this is not a carving contest. Instead there are only scissors and almost any type of random object you can imagine as well as glue, tape, and what appears to be a stapler.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:10 pm
Prize for this Event October MC letter
Running from October 19 until all apples have been claimed
o1 Go to the booth.
o2 Write a little RP about your character playing.
o3 Roll a 10-sided die. If you roll a one, you win an apple!
o4 Limit two apples attempts per person
Remaining apples o5
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:13 pm
Prize for this Event QRP
Running from October 19 - October 26
Sitting in the chair, take turns writing out your ghost story. It needs to be original and length doesn't matter - we're going for quality over quantity.
Post your entries in the thread (as an entry or roleplayed entry) and look forward to what may come.
Stories told none
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:18 pm
Prize for this Event Pixel
Running from October 25 - October 30
More information to follow. . .
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:19 pm
Prize for this Event QRP
Running on October 22
More information soon to come . . .
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:20 pm
Prize for this Event A waist up sketch, provided by Slanndalous
Running from October 17 - October 31
You know you want to, so get out there and strut your stuff! Those costumes didn't just make themselves (unless they got made for you) so show 'em off with whatever pride you're currently possessing.
Post in the thread what you're dressed as, be it a sketch, a tektek, or even dress your avatar, and let's rock and roll.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:20 pm
 "ShinKami School of Saviors"
Shop owner : Tooaya
Shop Co-owner : Chrystali
Each character played is the respective property of their creators and as such should not be godmodded or tampered with in any way
"ShinKami Halloween Party"
Set up and layout : Rown
Event planning : soutou + Rown
Micajah Ackart is to Rown as Scyeth Akazar is to Soutou
special thanks to haliekins for the banners, and to the staff for allowing Rown and Soutou a free run at hosting an event
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:28 pm
Sasha's a** was already sore by the time he even got to courtyard. He lost count of how many girls had goosed him across the mall in his little red pants. Though, okay yeah, they were kind of undeniably tight, but that was what the period costume called for! He was quite dashing, he had to admit. He dressed up as the red death from a poem by Edgar Allen Poe; a blood red coat covered a gold satin vest, red riding pants and supple black leather riding boots that stopped at his knee. His face was made up in pale make-up and a macabre skull mask that covered his face above the lips. And last but not least a large hat with a giant off-white feather jutting off to the side. The hat weighed as much as he did. Alexander was pretty sure he was going to tip over at some point this night.
Oh well. Losing a bit of his confidence, he inched toward the haunting courtyard. Was he early? He hadn't quite learned how to be fashionably late yet. "Ah..." There was only two people here so far. And he didn't think he knew either. Crap. The red death did his best to sneak to the center tables for some liquid courage (even if it wasn't alcoholic).
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 5:40 am
No, it was more like Sasha wished he didn't know the two boys already here. He might not know Micajah yet, Scyeth would give him that, but the younger student should certainly remember his previous encounters with the blond tornado. The Australian noticed his foreign friend enter, and was not about to let him go by unscathed. "Oi! Little Russia!" he called, abandoning his post to greet the student. "Nice, ah, costume," he noted, chuckling a little.
Scyeth was dressed as Zhou Yu, a Chinese warrior from the Wu dynasty. He also happened to be one of the youth's favorite characters on one of his video games, but that wasn't the point! Scyeth brushed freshly-dyed black hair behind his pointed ear and peered at Sasha carefully. "You need to lighten up."
Like he was one to talk.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:23 am
Nash had no clue he'd be invited to a Halloween party but the letter was a definite surprise as he had spent the better part of the week looking for something to wear. It was only by chance he had come across a manga he was currently engrossed with and one of the characters had caught his attention. Being a student with the desire of magic it was only natural he'd go for the sorcerer Zelgadis from Slayers. He felt weird coloring his skin and plastering stone-like make-up on his face but the overall outcome had been decent. He was glad for finding a wig that worked because a fiery haired Zelgadis just wouldn't look right.
Nash scanned the surrounding court for any familiar faces but with costumes obscuring recognition he didn't know what to expect. The three he saw felt familiar but did he know them? With his hood pulled over his head provided with his costume he kept himself hidden as well. Slipping slowly into the courtyard trying for all pretenses to be as silent as a mouse.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:29 am
Unlike most other things that occurred to Nathaniel, it never once occurred to him to really take this seriously. He wasn't attending this little 'shindig' out of courtesy or really the idea of finding enjoyment. He was attending because he had been threatened to do so otherwise. Threatened by that Aussie punk, and that was not a nice thing to be. Furrowing his brows a little, he knew that he was a little off when he stepped into the courtyard. There was no intricate flair to his costume, however there was also nothing uncomfortable with it. It wasn't especially dashing or even flattering. However, what was extremely noticeable about the outfit was... how well it fit him. Not in terms of size. Oh no. In terms of body movements, gestures and glances of those eyes of his.
Today, of all days, he was dressed as his own sort of mad scientist. There was no specific admirer. Instead he had forced himself to come up with ideas, had displayed these ideas to Jaden and had taken Jaden's advice when he said this one fit best. Squeaky black boots, almost too shiny and clean, as if they'd been scrubbed of something entirely too vile for the public eye. Gloves of the same type, perfectly form fitting to his hands. His brown hair, usually messy anyway, was clearly a mess on purpose now. It pained him to look so casual in this open setting, but he supposed a bit of fun every now and then would be satisfactory. Not to mention, Jaden would be coming too. Wouldn't he?
Anyway, he'd managed to find some amazingly interesting goggles with bronze casing around black mirror lenses with the 'radioactive' symbol plastered brightly over them. His face and coat were the most stunning of all though. The subtle way it suited him was almost terrifying. Black marks under his eyes to emphasize the lack of sleep lit up his bright toxic green eyes. More black makeup made him look like he'd been in a terrible experiment and was developing a skin disease. It crept over his face like a snake, dotting him with midnight black marks of a hideous but fitting sort. The coat was his pièce de résistance. Long white typical labcoat, shining buttons along the middle and collar up to his chin. Odd untypical shreds on the bottom hem and suspicious green stains. Not just green but red too and brown, like something dried and faded. They speckled the entire coat like rain drops and paint splatter and didn't fail to make the onlooker curious. And of course, on his belt, he had various vials filled with certain frothing liquids, all capped and closed for discretion and mystery.
Nathaniel gave an odd sort of smile as he looked around; sure, he didn't want to be here right now, but it would've been a lie to say he wasn't entirely comfortable. Yes it was embarrassing. But if people like Micajah could wear a dress, and other students would cosplay, he was sure he'd survive just fine. It was a matter of proper calculation. Which he would be doing a lot of tonight due to the ever obvious fact that Nat plus socializing equaled disaster.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:57 am
"I think everything is set out for the time being and people have started to arrive, so.. .."
Micajah shuffled away from the darker corner of the event, the ghost story booth, and took pains to make sure his dress didn't snag on anything as he moved about since even the slightest rip would set him back about four days and lots of emotional upset. The youth was dressed as an angel, at least to the best of his ability, as he strode from place to place the wings on his back seemed to bounce in the light.
"Sparky seems to already have found someone to talk to, to show around, so perhaps I too should mingle more instead of worrying. What comes is going to come, right?"
He nodded to himself as he tried to switch his way of speaking into a more polite, more feminine dialect as to match his outfit. When Micajah played dress-up for any reason he always wanted to go for the gold medal and make others believe he was what he was pretending to be. As he made his way over to two more arrivals, ones who came after the Red Death, he hailed to them with his voice long made soft from hours of shouting matches.
"You in the cape, and you in the goggles. Don't hide, come over and join me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 10:19 am
At the word 'goggles', the British youth looked up towards the voice calling out to him. Eyes narrowed before widening brightly. Was that... Micajah? No way. For one pure dumb-founded moment, Nathaniel was sure that he must be seeing things. That the only one crazy enough to cross-dress was Adviser Fang. But no, he was swiftly proven wrong and a part of him was gradually becoming less and less at ease with this entire party. It didn't suit him. Didn't fit him. Yet, as one who thought himself of nobility, and at the very least of a formerly but highly respected British family, he would uphold a mask of politeness and socialization in such circumstances. Even though he would, perhaps, prefer to flee in horror.
Adjusting said goggles on his head, he stalked over to Micajah, a commanding but frightening air about him. For a moment, he discovered he was at a loss for words. Up close, the gown was a stunning piece of work. The sort only a master seamstress might come up with. He wasn't sure if that was the other youth himself who made it or what, but it was still strange for him to be wearing it. For a moment, he felt like he should bow or something, and only just managed to restrain the urge.
"Good evening... Micajah," Nathaniel said, greeting the other with albeit a smidgen of hestiation.
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