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nexus_crossings2020-10-26 06:15 pm
magpiemythos) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-10-26 06:15 pm
Spooky Scary Skeletons!
Loki had no idea if any other places were having Halloween bashes, but that wasn't gonna stop him from having his fun! Pub-crawls were a thing if that were the case! The Viper's Pit had been decked out in the spirit of the season, the drinks, boozy and non were themed for the holiday, and aside from the magically drugged glitter one could play with down in the club, there were all manner of edibles.
While the changes were mild inside the building itself, the field had undergone the most changes, from the disappearance of the arena and bathhouse to the forests normally vaguely in the middle distance having been drawn in much closer, ringing a large open field where several bonfires were crackling merrily, each stocked with comfortable places to sit, as well as marshmallows, skewers, and several options for meats to be grilled over an open flame. To the east of the clearing was an expansive-looking corn maze, and standing vigil over it from somewhere in the vague center was a large Victorian-looking house. Anyone who wanted to go snooping would find the maze and home both charmingly haunted by costumed staff looking forward to the chance to scare the pants off some unsuspecting partygoers.
Nothing about the place seems off, or strange. Bats fly about overhead, the moon is large and positioned quite perfectly to make the haunted house look charmingly spooky, and the woods that spread around the clearing are just begging for people to dare to creep down it's paths, jumping at the shrieks that echo from the maze, or just their own imaginations running away with them. Not that there seems to be anything scarier than some mild-mannered wild-life like the owls hooting in the trees- it seems the woods are more designed for a nice nighttime stroll for folks who might want a bit of quiet than anything.
Of course everyone wore costumes. They did right? It's a costume party after all! And if anyone didn't have one, the staff of the bar were quite happy to furnish some of the spares they had on hand, even if it might be something so simple as an animal headband, a pair of wings, or a sheriff's badge and toy gun.
No one was quite certain when things started becoming weirder. Not specifically, and no one was sure why it had happened, given the first sign of things going wrong? Was one of the poor unsuspecting waiters who'd been wearing a cute little bear headband? Was suddenly now a very large, and very confused grizzly bear in a darling little vest trying to balance the tray he'd been carrying on one paw, and attempting to sort out how to get all the drinks off without tipping them onto the customers, who were now a table of animals of varying sizes and shapes, as well as one very bewildered knight, whose plastic armor was suddenly much more realistic and cumbersome.
And from the yelps of surprise and alarm echoing quickly through the Pit and the yard, it was clear this was not an isolated incident.
((ooc: Costume bash! OOC info is here leave any questions in there! Feel free to tag either pre or post-costume realism! For toplevels please use the Trick Or Treat system! If you're just wanting cute fluff or maybe minor spooky stuff, just leave 'Treat' in your toplevel's subject line. If you're here for scary chases and angst, or being a monster to hunt folks for fun (keeping in mind the AVF is in effect!) just post 'Trick'! If you're open to both just put both in! Hopefully this'll make it easier to match up what folks are hoping to play with here even if you're going in otherwise blind. The costumes will revert come sunrise with no ill effects- happy hauntings!))
While the changes were mild inside the building itself, the field had undergone the most changes, from the disappearance of the arena and bathhouse to the forests normally vaguely in the middle distance having been drawn in much closer, ringing a large open field where several bonfires were crackling merrily, each stocked with comfortable places to sit, as well as marshmallows, skewers, and several options for meats to be grilled over an open flame. To the east of the clearing was an expansive-looking corn maze, and standing vigil over it from somewhere in the vague center was a large Victorian-looking house. Anyone who wanted to go snooping would find the maze and home both charmingly haunted by costumed staff looking forward to the chance to scare the pants off some unsuspecting partygoers.
Nothing about the place seems off, or strange. Bats fly about overhead, the moon is large and positioned quite perfectly to make the haunted house look charmingly spooky, and the woods that spread around the clearing are just begging for people to dare to creep down it's paths, jumping at the shrieks that echo from the maze, or just their own imaginations running away with them. Not that there seems to be anything scarier than some mild-mannered wild-life like the owls hooting in the trees- it seems the woods are more designed for a nice nighttime stroll for folks who might want a bit of quiet than anything.
Of course everyone wore costumes. They did right? It's a costume party after all! And if anyone didn't have one, the staff of the bar were quite happy to furnish some of the spares they had on hand, even if it might be something so simple as an animal headband, a pair of wings, or a sheriff's badge and toy gun.
No one was quite certain when things started becoming weirder. Not specifically, and no one was sure why it had happened, given the first sign of things going wrong? Was one of the poor unsuspecting waiters who'd been wearing a cute little bear headband? Was suddenly now a very large, and very confused grizzly bear in a darling little vest trying to balance the tray he'd been carrying on one paw, and attempting to sort out how to get all the drinks off without tipping them onto the customers, who were now a table of animals of varying sizes and shapes, as well as one very bewildered knight, whose plastic armor was suddenly much more realistic and cumbersome.
And from the yelps of surprise and alarm echoing quickly through the Pit and the yard, it was clear this was not an isolated incident.
((ooc: Costume bash! OOC info is here leave any questions in there! Feel free to tag either pre or post-costume realism! For toplevels please use the Trick Or Treat system! If you're just wanting cute fluff or maybe minor spooky stuff, just leave 'Treat' in your toplevel's subject line. If you're here for scary chases and angst, or being a monster to hunt folks for fun (keeping in mind the AVF is in effect!) just post 'Trick'! If you're open to both just put both in! Hopefully this'll make it easier to match up what folks are hoping to play with here even if you're going in otherwise blind. The costumes will revert come sunrise with no ill effects- happy hauntings!))
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"He's not Ziggy." One of them says about the other one.
"This was your idea." The one sighs downing the shot of whiskey that was on the bar.
"Now, you're drinking my drinks? Damnit." The one complaining stops and stares at the twins. It's enough the draw the attention of the second Ziggy.
"Why are they dressed like that?" Ziggy asks Ziggy and the second shrugs in response.
"Those look like bathrobes." This Ziggy seems a little less agitated than the other and more interested in drinking. "Who wears bathrobes to a bar?"
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“As dictated by the Fundamental Laws of Magic, the Doubling Charm does not affect metaphysical or fundamental entities, such as the soul. Therefore, it would not be suitable for use on sentient beings...” Isamu insisted. “And really, bathrobes? Every fine wizarding school requires uniforms. Hogwarts is certainly no exception.”
Minoru rubbed his temple. “Okay, so which one of you is Ziggy?”
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"I am." It's another uniform answer in unison from both.
The calmer of the two sighs and rolls his eye. "We don't know."
"Of course we do." The other protests.
"Fine!" The one that seems uniformly calmer threatens. "Which one of us is Ziggy Stardust?"
The more stressed of the two stares at his accuser for a long time before bursting out. "I don't know."
"We don't know." He sighs again. "I need another drink."
"What about when..." The panicked one asks and there's a clear feeling the rest is telepathic.
"FUCK?!" Now the calm one is visibly stressed.
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“Other than a mass transfiguration spell that seems to have affected everyone in the vicinity save for the two of us?” He asked, because of course, they were Hogwarts students and had always been Hogwarts students. “Human transfiguration is a complex N.E.W.T. Level magic.”
“So naturally, you’ve read at least eight books on the subject. Do you know how to undo it?”
“Attempting a counterspell without knowing the actual spell used is foolhardy. At least one of these is your friend. I know you would not willingly put one or both of their lives in danger.”
“Look, do either of you remember when you became, uh... you?”
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The question though. The calmer of the two answers first. "I was born this way."
The other shrugs downing about half a glass of whiskey. "Fuck. I don't remember. You said you could tell me."
"I did?" The other one looks very confused. "Wait! Did I say that this morning?"
"You did!" The fast drinker accuses.
"How do you expect me to remember after..." He takes a drink trailing off.
"You snorted all my coke. What did you think would happen?" The panicky one accused.
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“No. It makes him calmer.”
“Curious... more like a calming draught than an elixir to induce euphoria?”
“Plan your next research project later, bro.” Minoru nudged him. “And you do realize that at any other time, ‘half-Anthean’ would BE a defining characteristic, right?”
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"No, they don't." The nervous one is still drinking fast and laughing.
"It's euphoric and calms our empathy." He turns to the other motioning toward where they had cut lines on the bar earlier. It was certainly time for more.
A few lines down for both of them they start shaking their heads at the other twins. "It hasn't been for weeks."
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“It’s Ziggy. Two Ziggys. You think he... they... can’t find more?”
“Hmm... one of them should consider finding actual nourishment.” Isamu noted. “They are both thin, but that one, I would classify as disturbingly so.”
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"Always." Other agreed.
"I am not." The offense rising in both of them over their weight is quick and aggressive, well aggressive for a pacifist.
"I eat plenty." The calmer one scoffs. "I'm not human. Stop thinking like I am."
"He called me disturbing." The louder one pouted.
"You're not disturbing." The calmer of the two gave him a hug to comfort him.