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Pippin has sent out a general invitation to all guardians who are around and available to attend a costume party at his mansion. It will be a sweet little party, for Pippin has games and treats and prezzies for all the little Forgotten. However, the House has other ideas..

YOU WILL WANT TO BE INVOLVED. Trust me, the prizes at the end of this are pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. Plus, the mini-quest your Forgotten will receive is personalized and very nifty, believe me, >8D.

For the sake of the ability to actually complete a mini-quest, because parents and Forgotten will be separated and because of the fact that very little is known about them thus far (making it difficult for me to formulate a miniquest just yet), I discourage anyone with a very young and newly acquired Forgotten to join up officially.

You will not have to be available for roleplay for a long amount of time! IN FACT, there will only be a very brief roleplay to get things started. You may, when you announce that you want to participate, write up an entrance rp for your Forgotten and your guardian character.

I will be roleplaying the actual event that leads up to the mini-questage contest thing.

After the point where the House causes trouble, you will be basically on your own in your own mini-quest thread (or journal if you so wish, please indicate which one you'd like to do). There will be times when I have to roleplay the house as well, which is why you may have concerns about me posting roleplay posts in your journal. A separate thread might be ideal if you like to keep your journal neat, in this case.

Post here in OOC brackets who will be attending (The Forgotten and the guardian, along with the corresponding costumes! They are a must for the Forgotten, but all you need is a description, art optional~.

Thank you for listening, now back to your regularly scheduled programming!

(( Reyna is a pirate, and Sam is a panda! And an individual thread for later would be awesome. >3 ))

(( *hauls sickly self in and dies on the porch*

Otium is spelled and dressed to look like.. DUN DUND UN.. Mael. >D
Halo is dressed like a Sith Lord. One of the cool alien ones. With a cool super magical light saber looking thing .. uhh yeah *stops geeking out*

Wren also says that Halo says she wants a thread for this. :: Smooches on Halo. :: ))


The light of her magicked lightsaber cast a greenish glow over her and her son as they made their way up the path to the house. She saw some people entering before them and she knew Wren and Mael had left ahead (mostly because they still had finishing touches to do on their costumes.

Halo's black robes billowed behind her, framing the bright colors of the boy she had walking along side. She'd asked him politely if he'd stay in color for a while and while he wasn't actually sure how to control that yet, Otium agreed to try. So now as he walked along side his evil Sith Lord mother, the usually monochrome boy sported a little hoody, some baggy pants and sneakers, a beanie cap with a ' twisted ' face on it and his skin sported all the familiar colors of everyone's favorite serpentine child: Mael. He even had a makeshift tail sewed on the back of his pants that waved every now and again. In accordance, of course, Immaculate's fur was dyed a brilliant shade of red to do a proper imitation of Suffocation. The only deviation in Otium's accuracy was some of the jet black hair that kept peeking out of the hat and was immediately pushed back up by himself or his mother.

For once, the little boy didn't mind the clothes. If only because he was being his brother.

Immaculate barked towards the house, since in her getting bigger her yips had changed to yaps and now to barks and they came less frequently. The trio shuffled up towards the porch and in turn the door.

"It's gonna be fun Ottie. You'll see all your friends right?"

Otium looked up and blinked his barely-blue eyes, "Mayl and April?"

"Yeah them. And I am sure the others." The boy just shrugged to the others but Mael and April was good enough for him.

The door, suddenly, was blocked by a mass.

"Aki?" Halo tilted her blue colored face, eyes bewitched to be a crazy shade of yellow and vicious black markings and battle scars laced all over. "WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE!" She cackled slightly and Otium just sort of stared at the immense daemon in front of him. Immaculate sniffled cautiously.

"Let's not get stuck on the step. We don't knock around here. Just walk right in..."

One jedi mind trick later (and dramatic theatrical movement), Halo had the door swinging open for all of them.

Eyes somewhat red and features awash with listless lack of concentration, a young woman swept into the decrepit building, troubles somewhat obscured by a gilt mask, a long beak sweeping forth to hide her downturned lips, only the grey eyes showing through the ornate piece.
Atop the accessory was a mass of feathers, plumage to put any proud rooster to shame, two peacock appendages the chief instigators of the fun. Behind this her long black locks were coiled upwards to meet the downy mass, only a few curled locks hanging over her shoulder escaping.

Her gown was of a dark green hue, a blue sheen falling in the light to compliment the peacock plumes atop the woman's head, a pair of black lace gloves a testiment to the mourning period into which her family had been set lately.

These gloves held up a tiny frame, covered now in pale blue feathers, a suit of the stuff taking the place of her usual rather formal attire. A pair of delicate wings, small and covering the forearm, seemed to have taken the tiny girl's attention, as she stroked the down on one arm with the hand of the other. The blue material stretched across her palms to keep these flight pieces in place occassionally took her liking and she pulled gently on one near the thumb, before going back to the soft feathers.
A beak also adorned her delicate face, long and thin, held with elastic over the top of her nose, reaching down to cover her mouth, which held a shy smile as she wondered at the sensations clambering over her fingers.
The white bob which was usually so tidy had today been brushed into a sort of mohawk, a finishing touch to the party gear. Yes, she truly looked the part.
Only the circlet clasped about her forehead remained of her usual outfit.

And, of course, that ever vigilent soldier sat nestled in the front of her tousled mane, a decidedly unusual expression on his tiny avian features.
Instead of the beady eyes raking over the company with mingled fear and distrust, they were focused on his claws, the very tips to be precise.
The 'dress' covering his body, excluding only his wings he had forgiven. The piece of string around his head to emulate a circlet he had understood. But when, and WHY had it been decided the tips of his claws had to be painted blue?
A pained chirp escaped his beak, and Eydis' eyes flicked up for a moment as she could swear a sigh rang true through her mind.

[Heehee.
Lady Siri is dressed in your general masque gear, Eydis is dressed as Frozen, and Frozen as Eydis.
Individual thread, sil vous plait, and I'll shove it in her journal. biggrin ]