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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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"The wolf is cute." He leaned in and gave him a hug. "Are you done carving or did you just start?"
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The bassist was crazy but he did have good ideas at times. Mick leaned into the hug, stroking Ziggy's red hair before pulling away to stare at his pumpkin. He'd not carved one before so this was a first.
"No, I wanted to carve it with you, love. Thought it would be romantic, like. Maybe stars, guitars and zig-zags. What do you think?"
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Not that Ziggy minded at all. He loved culture, and though Japanese was his first love among human cultures, he still had liked to learn about others.
"I can draw but I'm not sure I can carve." The singer wasn't sure how much strength it too but he could see the others carving nearby were putting some muscle into it.
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Mick giggled a little and then wondered how they'd go about carving their pumpkin. Ziggy couldn't carve, which wasn't a problem, because Mick was going to volunteer to be the carver anyway.
"You could draw the cut-outs if you want, love. I'll use my muscles to carve for us."
The blond smirked and then kissed Ziggy's cheek.
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Ziggy thought he might wear parts of the outfit on stage, not all at once though.
"What do you want me to draw." Ziggy gave Mick's bicep a squeeze and then took a seat where there was an opening for two at the table. It would be fun to sit and carve pumpkins together. They hadn't done that yet.
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Mick offered Ziggy a cheek kiss and was looking forward to carving a pumpkin with the singer because it was something new. The bicep squeeze got a giggle from the blond who sat down with Ziggy at one of the tables.
"You've got the long fingers to carve."
The Brit touched Ziggy's fingers gently and kissed one of them.