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nexus_crossings2022-10-16 08:33 am
labrathor) wrote in nexus_crossings2022-10-16 08:33 am
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Happy Naberus! [Party post]
There's a chill in the air and a distant howl, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. On the outskirts of the Plaza, grinning faces carved into squashes tempt passersby to follow their lighted path, leading visitors down twists and turns through darkened streets, fog swirling around their feet. Did you already pass this way before? Are you going in circles, lost forever? Doubling back on yourself will lead to much the same result. And you don't remember when or how, but your clothes have somehow become a costume - whether funny, horrific, or downright bizarre.
Eventually, you find yourself in a small street carnival, tucked away far beyond the beaten path. Lights and lanterns run the length of a darkened street, the smells of fried and baked treats in the air, a light haze of smoke gathering under the awnings of food stalls. Beyond the food stalls, a haunted house beckons the brave to venture into its dark, cramped corridors, the sounds of distant screams coming from deep within. To the other side, a mountain of pumpkins waits to be carved, scoops and wicked-looking knives laid out on a tall table. Further still, wooden washtubs full of dark red wine host a small flotilla of apples to be bobbed, leaving all participants with deep red stains running down their necks from trying.
But before you can investigate the many wonders this strange little celebration has to offer, you must first be confronted by the host.
What looks for all the world like a fleshy flower writhes in the entryway to the festival, already towering over most visitors at fifteen feet high. But then that flower opens, unfolding into the form of an even larger young woman, bloody handprints painted on her exposed skin and shards of glass seemingly jammed directly into her head, and papercraft severed limbs hang in a necklace around her throat. She grins at you with unrestrained glee. "Couldn't resist, right? This is the happiest time of the entire year! Happy Naberus! You do know what that is? The Orokin festival of death, darkness, and deviance." She peers down at those in her presence. "We're all equal on Naberus night now, under our masks. Who's to know who's powerful and who isn't?"
She straightens up and laughs, waving her arms towards the carnival behind her. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"
[ooc: Happy Naberus, Nexus-goers! This is a party post, so feel free to tag around under the activity tags or just with each other! And remember, everyone must have a costume to participate! You can make it as mundane or as terrifying as you like. If you are open to spooky and/or horrifying events happening to your character, please also contact me through DMs here or to Ael on Discord so we can plan it together beforehand. The horror side of this event is opt-in, and threads containing such content should be tagged in the subject line.]
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"And ahem if ya must..and get yerselfs in or with some scraps ya can always come running ta me." She reassures but does a wee knock on wood hoping such won't be necessary.
"Aye." Dor murmurs in agreement and a nod. "or Holla for me." His tone is low but firm. He was not above carrying and running them to safety and 'kicking' in doors etc if need be. Though Aal was likely to try and smoke or knock out bomb the place if they couldn't find a way to sneak in safely.
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“It’ll be fine.” He insisted. “But just in case, I know where to come for backup.”
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"If ya say so.." Aal murmurs softly rubbing one of their little's back as she picked them up and rocked a little. "Good. " 'Aye." There's a murmured almost in unison chorus of agreement. They had one too many friends who had the bad habit of rushing/running into trouble and danger. Though granted it was sometimes necessary or on accident. It was the times that it was not that grated on them.
Both of their ears were up and furred, one of Aal's was wiggling in scanning concern. She made a low uncertain canine like sound in the back of her thoart.