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✬Moon-Viewing Festival✬

Location: The Field
Time: 9PM - 3AM

Why, it isn't called the Harvest Moon for nothing! In mid-Fall, just before the big harvests, the moon is at its fullest in the sky and glows of a faint orange. Folklore goes that this colour is because all of the fairies and the Goddess herself are out, playing tricks on the residents of Nirvani. Gather at night time to celebrate beneath this once in a year occurrence with your friends and family in the field, where the sky is the clearest. But don't forget to come dressed in a costume, because who knows who the fairies will choose to prank?

Eoin had wanted him and Angela to go to the festival dressed as Elrond and Arwen because, well, the costumes were beautiful and elegant and going as a father-daughter pair would have just made him the happiest thing ever. But Angela had caught on to the plan when she saw the dress he'd gotten for her and she had sneaked out just in time to get her own costume.

Which was somewhat less elegant or...covering. Dressed in a metal bikini, with a purple skirt and suede boots that Eoin vaguely recognized, and her hair piled coiled up on her head with a single long braid left to dangle down her back, Eoin had to admit she looked very pretty. And...and mostly naked!

He flailed frantically all the way to the festival and whined (a little) about how she should have told him so he could dress to match her. Because as real as he looked in his Elven robes, he felt a little sad that they didn't match at all. After he had realized who she was dressed as, he wondered if he could pass himself off as Obi-Wan or Anikin instead, but since his robes weren't brown and white, he didn't think he could be convincing. So unfair.

As soon as they reached the festival, Angela ditched him (he had expected this, and almost managed to capture her before she scampered off, but she saw it coming and deflected his fatherly embrace with a well-timed kick to the shin) so he took to wandering and looking at everyone else's costumes. He realized that, in spite of everything, he really didn't know anyone yet. He really should rectify that.

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Angela had fortunately left her father near the entrance and had immediately hidden herself from view until he seemed to lose interest in finding her. When the coast was clear, she left her hiding place and looked around for the disturbingly few people she knew. Which really included...no one. It was kind of distressing how few people she'd actually been able to meet and interact with despite having lived on the island for some time now, and attended two festivals.

She wasn't really even all that anti-social these days.

Pfft. Maybe she should have just stayed home. But she was already hear now. Maybe she'd actually meet some nice people this time around...

**

Sethrian had no idea wy he kept going to these festivals but this time around, he even had bothered to find a costume. It wasn't anything too far removed from reality, since he'd gone with something slightly 'gypsy'ish and slightly Turkish. A lot of the things he'd actually just already owned--a plethora of belts, a turkish vest, surplus of jewelry. Even the baggy Turkish trousers had already been in his closet from past parties with his family. His family had a great love for their culture and had a tendency to foist all sorts of traditional clothing on him so that had made putting a costume together fairly easy. All he'd needed was a billowy peasant shirt to go with the pants and boots. After that, it was just a matter of layering all the scarves and belts and jewelry to get a reasonbly 'not-quite-normal-way-of-dressing' that could pass for a costume.

When he arrived at the festival, there weren't a whole lot of people there yet. He was still not comfortable mingling and the only people he actually knew were those he'd seen come into the bakery (and those he worked with) so he immediately just went to find something to drink so he could...lurk. Like the creepy, anti-social, wistful lurker that he was.

**

Murren was so excited! It was another festival and she got to dress up! And of course, being that she was a little...vertically challenged...and because she was Scottish, she chose to dress as a faerie! It seemed pretty fitting for the festival anyway. So she arrived at the party fully attired in a patched together, rustic type dress, crown of flowers, and elaborate iridescent faerie wings. She even had a little pan flute as a prop. She also might have taken time to hide a flask of whisky in one of her waist pouches because, really, a party wasn't a party unless there was alcohol!

And she may have been thinking of spiking the punch. If there was any punch. (She hoped there was punch...she really, really did.)

At any rate, she trotted into the festival, eyes wide and practically sparkling as she looked around for someone to attack...er...say hello to! She didn't know anyone so it was hard to pick a victim but she finally chose a buxom (slightly mannish) woman parading around with another, more sultry female. (Riley and Tatyana)

"'Allo!" she called, heading over to them. "Ah've no' seen th' two o' yer before. Ah'm Murren. Ah though' Ah'd intr'duce mahself since there aren' a whole lo' o' people around 'ere yet."


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Michael had taken just about forever to decide on a costume. It had been incredibly hard to come up with something appropriate. He finally scraped together something at the last minute and showed up shirtless, clad only in a kilt, leather boots and face and body paint. Because he reckoned if anyone could pull off a Celt, he could. Maybe.

Plus, he was lucky, he'd get a cute lady interested if he was going for the traditional approach in undergarments with his kilt.

There wasn't much of a crowd just yet but he did see a few attractive women (and men who looked like women--there was a tall silver-haired man in...robes?...that could probably pass for a lady) roaming around. With a smile, he strode in confidently, waving at any nearby females.

Hey, just because he was a responsible teacher during his day job didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun in his free time...

Tshila had thought long and hard about her costume for the festival. She had tried on dozens of costumes from flapper, to belly dancer, and finally decided to go as a doctor.

Her costume was made of a fitted white lab coat, and a black pencil skirt designed to perfectly show off the sultry curve of her hips. Her white, ruffly shirt enhanced her bosom, while showing off the extravagant naval piercing in her perfectly toned, flat stomach. Coal black shoes with daring, five inch heels were offset by sheer white stockings that amplified the shapely silkiness of her legs to nearly irresistable levels. Her hair, she simply tied up in a messy (but clearly sexy) bun, leaving little tendrils to curl becomingly at the nape of her neck.

In fact, the only thing that really indicated she was a doctor and not a hooker, was the fake stethoscope hanging around her neck.

Tshila wasn't really all that used to walking in heels and wobbled just a bit as she walked to the festival. But she was being extra careful since she would hate to slip and break her neck or something in these ridiculous shoes. Hmm....maybe she should have chosen the banana costume instead.

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Haruka was miserable. On the one hand, it was nice to be out as a family, the three of them plus her mom, and she liked to do things as a family -- it was just a shame Zelynity couldn't come along. On the other hand, she had somehow thought it would be a good idea to let Axel pick their costumes. Haruka had always had a complicated relationship with costumes. If done right, like wearing something classy and sophisticated, she could do it. But she didn't understand goofy costumes at all. Nothing about this pink atrocity said classy or sophisticated. She was wearing a pink wig for goddessake. At least she wasn't alone. Maybe it was terrible to take a sick delight in sharing her misery with Raiden, but whenever she saw that awful stick-on mustache, she felt a little bit better for herself. But not by much. People could see her. Haruka hadn't paid much attention to the sky, she was much too focused on the bleak situation at hand. "Raiden, your mustache's crooked," she said glumly, taking a step forward in those horrible pink glittery shoes to fiddle with her boyfriend's fake facial hair. If only she knew this was how they'd end up, all those years ago when they first met.

魔女

It had been a long time since Nanami had been out to a festival, really anywhere to be honest. The summer heat made her joints ache, so she tried to stay home if she could during the summer. But now that things had cooled off, she could go and participate in town events again! Ahh, she had gotten so stir crazy at home, this day could not have come fast enough. Nanami had gotten her costume ready weeks ago, though it didn't take much effort -- she had never been that picky when it came to costumes, always preferring whatever was easiest and most convenient, and let's face it, she wasn't young and thin, so there was a limited selection she could pick from and still keep her dignity. It wasn't clear why she thought going as a female Waldo was any more dignified, but she was happy with it, and that was what mattered!

Nanami had joined her daughter, practically-son-in-law, and grandson. She trailed shortly behind, partially because she was unwilling to intrude entirely, but mostly because they all looked so cute, she could grin at them without them knowing. "How about we set up camp here? The view's as good as any," she said pleasantly, completely oblivious to the dark cloud that had settled over the other two.

鬼

Meanwhile, Axel couldn't be happier! Not only did he get to stay up past his bedtime, but he got to go out into a big field and run around, dressed as a character from his favorite show! He watched a lot of TV, mainly because when he was at his most tolerable when he was zoned out in front of the television, and LazyTown was by far his favorite. It was so bright and colorful and there was a superhero and it was all about being active, and Axel loved to be active! What else would he pick for their costumes? His mother was an obvious choice for Stephanie, because they were both pretty and girls. But who could be Sportacus? At first Axel wanted to be Sportacus, because he was his favorite and he wore blue and Axel liked blue, among many other colors. But after a split second of thought, as deep as a three year old could manage, he decided that Raiden should be Sportacus, because who was a bigger hero than his daddy? ...Even though Raiden wasn't really THAT active, he mostly just sat around, played video games, and smoked. Still, it was perfect! Axel was Robbie Rotten, who was the bad guy but he liked him too, which was fun. He got this cool suit, and there had been a wig, but it kept getting knocked off, so eventually his mommy combed back his own pinkish-red hair and he looked so cool, he couldn't help but run circles around his grandmother in excitement! "LOOK! LOOK MOMMY! DADDY! GRAMMA! MOON! SO BIG!" he shouted, tugging at Nanami's stripes. "LOOKS YUMMY!"

ヴァンパイア

January reclined against the silk pillows as the palanquin bounced lazily. After the Beach Day incident, she had found new servants who carried her carriage much more smoothly, though she was still suspicious of mutiny, so periodically she would push aside the drapes to shout out short chastising comments, to remind them that she was in charge. She didn't want anything bad to happen to this palanquin, afterall. After she had abandoned the old one, it had been left there for weeks, and the servants she had sent to retrieve it said that an ornery walrus had turned it into a house, half-smashing in the process. She had had a new one built, and this one was much nicer. Afterall, it wasn't just built to carry January. It was to carry her brother, too.

January looked at her brother with a happy sigh. "You look magnificent in your costume, Ferdinando," she gushed. He had come back with a new face, but he had come back, and as such January was the happiest girl in the world. She would do anything for him, which was why she had agreed to dressing up like this. Originally, she had wanted to go as Marie Antoinette -- she had even purchased one of Marie's dresses to wear -- but she didn't want to disappoint her brother, so she changed her plans, even if it meant dressing up as a pig. As the palanquin came to a stop, January made sure her pig nose was in place before tossing open the curtain and standing out into the moonlight. The field was crawling with peasants -- she made a mental note to have it closed off next year so they could enjoy the moon in private -- but it was pretty enough. That great big moon, as large as her love...! Oh, it was so romantic, and best of all, Lilia wasn't there to ruin things.

人魚

The Pumpkin Moon Festival had never been one of Peter's favorites, though he had come periodically as a kid. Costumes were fun, kinda, but it was always so much effort! He never remembered to prepare ahead of time, so unless he had someone to remind him, the day would come and go without him realizing.

This year, that someone was Wilhelm.

Peter tugged at the soft hood of his dinosaur costume as he waited for his best friend. The costume was comfortable, all nice and toasty... A little too toasty. Actually, Peter was almost roasting in there, and his face prickled with sweat. A wiser person would have pulled down the hood, but that would ruin the effect of the costume, and Peter wanted to wear it properly, so he could show Will that he had done as asked. None of this was his own idea. He was perfectly content to stay at home, but Wilhelm had given him a costume and told him to wear it, and Peter was nothing if not obedient. He felt a little dumb, though.

お化け

Amongst everyone in full costume, Alex, wearing his usual shirt and slacks, almost stood out. He wasn't sure why he was there. He never liked costume parties, and there was always the risk of strange things happening, and he tried to avoid things like that if he could. Besides, if he came it either meant he had to deal with River or Elliot or even both, or that he was all alone. Both were unpleasant prospects, yet here he was. He hadn't come in costume, he had too much pride for that, and he was old enough to just not give a s**t anymore (though he had given very few shits to begin with). Maybe he was a little nostalgic, maybe that was what ultimately motivated him to come. As he strolled through the tall grass, he looked up at the oversized moon and thought of that festival all those years ago, when he had talked to his daughter about going to the moon. He wondered if Max was up there now, looking back at earth in the same way.

ゾンビ

Ayaka had decided that a new culture meant new holidays to learn. After the Tomato Festival, she wondered if the Pumpkin Festival was anything like it -- and had been momentarily horrified at the prospect of dodging a kabocha (which turned into sheer terror when she remembered that Japanese kabocha were much smaller than Western pumpkins). She needed more explanations, though it sounded like things they had in her country, just more quaint.

The whole family hadn't come together, which was disappointing in a way but also a relief, since the four of them spent so much time in the RV that sometimes it was nice to have a slight change in the lineup. Ayaka reached up to adjust her cat ears, the bell around her neck tinkling softly with her movements, as she looked up at Dodge. "Dodgy-san, you look very cool," she said in her thick accent, admiring how he looked like a Hollywood actor in that outfit. "Do you know otsukimi?" she asked no one in particular as she moved her attention from her fiance to the large moon overhead. "Otsukimi is Japanese holiday. Like Pumpukin Moon, we look at big moon and odango be eated. Papa was fat because of too many odango." How fun it was, to reminisce like this!

Of course, of all things Naomi could have dressed up as, she decided on the insane raping and murdering nutcase. She loved the movie and all, but it was the bowler hat that got to her. The hat was gorgeous and silky, and she loved it so much. Unfortunately, dressing up as a male character, and the fact that the Tremaines were probably coming to the festival as well, meant that she had to keep her male persona up so she wouldn't be found out. The fake mustache kind of ruined the costume, but whatever, it was fine. She was also forming a bit of a headache since she had to forego her shades (how else would anyone be able to see the make-up on one eye?), but it was fine. Uzi could lead the way.

At least, that's what she thought until she arrived. She could vaguely make out the orange moon in the sky and chattering around from other people at the festival, but Uzi refused to stop. The dog just kept sniffing at the ground and following some invisible trail.

"Stop it! Where are you going?" Naomi hissed at the dumb dog as she struggled to keep Uzi from dragging her around, but the dog was too strong. She was forced to follow. It wasn't until the dog stopped suddenly, sniffed at Angela's feet, and barked that she realized why she wasn't listening. Stupid dog. Now she was relieved she decided to wear the fake mustache.

"Ah, Ms. Tremaine...?" She sure hoped she guessed right. It was a bit hard telling her and her father apart, since her dad had long white hair as well. Was it a mullet or did he just have girly hair? She couldn't really tell, but either way, it was a horrifying mental image. She was fairly sure she was right though, because of the extreme height difference between them.

"You look lovely tonight," She told her with a wide grin, inwardly snickering at her backhanded compliment. She couldn't tell what she was wearing, but she did know there was a lot of skin showing. Whore. Since she couldn't insult her openly without getting fired, she would just have to make subtle jabs under a guise of kindness.

Well s**t, she caught on. For a stupid b***h, she was pretty quick. Time to backpedal fast as a ******** style="color: #6eb5c2">"Uh, well, yes but I... I just wanted to compliment you, Ms. Tremaine. I mean, what else could I say? That you smell nice? That would just be... bizarre," She paused for a moment, as if thinking twice about what she just said, then continued with an even more panicked stutter, "Not that you d-don't, but, I mean... I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," she finished as she turned away awkwardly. Bingo, perfect recovery. There's no way the dumb bimbo would suspect a thing.

To bring home the act, Naomi self-consciously took off her hat and held it in her arms when Angela mentioned it, stammering out a small, "Th-thank you."

"Ah, no, I didn't come alone," Naomi replied as she pat her dog, who was looking up at her with what almost looked like a mischievous expression. She could swear, the damned dog was toying with her. "I brought Uzi along, of course. But, if you mean a partner or friend, then yes, I came alone."

"Oh, I wasn't trying to be formal because I felt forced. I was just... trying to be polite, Ms. Tremaine." She had a hard time holding back a grin as she heavily emphasized her name, just to taunt her.

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Done. Morgan was absolutely done. From having his sister contaminate his room with Bronchitis which he wasn’t even sure how she got. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was running around topless. That or someone’s tongue got her sick. Either way, ew. to breaking out into a horrible mess of hives from having that cute cat near him, he was going to stay perfectly content in a dog costume where he didn’t have to worry about anyone getting him sick, and they wouldn’t see how bad his skin was getting. Though, as he trudged his way to the field, Morgan was having second thoughts when he realized how he could barely breathe in the suit, much less how hot it was in there. It was too late. He was already there, and if he took off his costume, he’d be glad in his boxers. There was going to be no streaking of flashing whatsoever. He had enough of that in highschool. Wait, it wasn’t like he wanted anyone to see him in this costume either. Did that mean he couldn’t take off this stuffy costume in the first place? s**t.

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Look at this s**t. Isn’t it crap?
Wouldn’t you think her costume’s a deathtrap?
Wouldn’t you think that she’s the girl.
The girl who’ll kill everything.
Look at this frown. Someone will drown.
How many times can she give a smackdown?
Looking around here you think.
Sure, she’ll shoot all the things.

She’s got gadgets and guns-a plenty.
She’s got weapons and whozits galore.
You want thingamabobs?
She’s got twenty.
But who cares?
No big deal.
She wants gore.

If one couldn’t tell from the horrible Disney rewrite of a classic song, then that person must be dense to not be able to tell that Anneliese was not the happiest camper. With purple seashell bras that could probably poke someone’s eye out and a constricting green skirt that she immediately got fed up with so she had immediately ripped the sides of it to open up a slit, it was pretty obvious that she was impersonating a certain mermaid. However, her hair color was slightly off. There were definitely some... questionable red splotches that were splattered across her hair, most of which looked like it was still dripping down her back.

Anneliese strode into the field and plopped her a** down on her pumpkin. With a disgruntled sigh, she began to wring out the dripping crimson from her hair. When she thought about the reason behind the mess, she thought it had been well-deserved. As if anyone would go along with a Disney themed family outfit, especially when said person was being dressed while they were asleep. The punches and chairs to the face were worth it. It was a shame that she had knocked her unconscious though because now they wouldn’t have been able to make her any food. There really wasn’t anything to eat at home, so she had to head to the festival to get something to eat. Other than that, there wasn’t much of a reason why she was there in the first place.

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Kim was enjoying himself. He was enjoying himself very much. Who wouldn’t? After all, he looked like a bombshell. Pulling off Catwoman as a costume was the best idea ever. With padding for both his chest and his a** because damn, he was going to need it for this skintight costume, he was hot. If anyone told him otherwise, they could just have a stiletto jabbed into their eye and ******** off. As he slinked damnit, he was allowed to use that word when he was feeling this sexy into the field, Kim spotted a few familiar faces among the crowd. Well, it was more like he saw one of his employers and a coworker, but it was better than nothing.

He walked sauntered over to Angela and Raul and purred out. “Why, hello there, Miss Tremaine. Raul. What a coincidence meeting you two here. I hope I’m not interrupting your little chit-chat.” He paused and raked his eyes over their costumes, mentally shaking his head in his disapproval. “If I may, Miss Tremaine, your costume looks splendid if not one detail. You have no chest, but it’s fine. You can always borrow some padding from me next time.”

“As for you, Raul...” Kim couldn’t help but cluck his tongue as he chided. “You need to ******** shave off that mustache before I rip it right off your face.” He grabbed Raul’s chin and jerked it upwards to give a better scrutiny of his face. He frowned momentarily before using a manicured nail to gingerly wipe away stray marks by the butler’s eye. “Also, your makeup is a touch smidged, so let me fix that for you, sweetie.”

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Briar... Briar was having mixed feelings. As much as he would have loved to show off his lack of abs, he was a bit peckish about showing off so much. After all, he wasn’t massively built like his dad. He wasn’t rippling with fat! Or muscles! He was just a stocky twig. No, being a man wasn’t solely about appearance. It was about how he was mentally. If he didn’t believe that he wasn’t manly, then he wasn’t. He just had to believe! He believed he could fly pull this off! ‘This’ specifically was the lovely costume of a pink speedo, suspenders, wrist cuffs, and a set of bunny ears and a tail. Playgirl style.

As he awkwardly tiptoed his way into the fields, Briar kept mentally encouraging himself to go through with this because he was such a manly man. Of course, he was red all over and steam was practically coming out of his ears from his embarrassment, but he had this in the bag!