The Samhain Ball - Come as You Aren't

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A woman strides through the Nexus, garbed in royal finery of a distinctly Elizabethan style. In the crook of her arm, she carries an ebony scepter shod and capped in silver. There may be something familiar about her confident bearing, her angular features, her mismatched eyes. When she pauses to speak, the cadence of her words might spark recognition--is this Schön?!

"People of the Nexus, friends, in the world from which I hail we stand on the cusp of a special day, a harvest-fest when the walls between worlds grow thin, when masks and costumes are worn to frighten away the wicked spirits--or to invite them in on more congenial terms. So on this day, I invite you, each and every one of you, to join me in a revel to bid farewell to Summer, and welcome with fire and song the coming dark! Join me, won't you?" Letting her gaze sweep the crowd, she raps the heel of her scepter once against something solid, vanishing in a flash and leaving a sparkling trail for the curious to follow.

A cool wind herds dry, crackling leaves through the gathering gloom. On the cusp between the parklands and the residential district, darkness and cloudy skies have been slowly coalescing for days around a stately house of Gothic style, ivy-encrusted and showing its age somewhat. A square tower stands vigil over the entryway, tall windows overlooking the flagstone drive looping around a fountain gone dry. The house’s angular wings stretch to either side, the windows dark save for occasional glints and gleams of colored lights bobbing within. A glow does creep over the line of the roof, however, and the faint throb of distant music hint at something happening behind the house. The door stands open, a silent invitation to every brave soul who passes by.

((Happy Halloween! Enjoy the festivities. All LOLs are optional. Threadhopping is encouraged. Backtagging is forever, so don’t worry about missing out: we’ll still be here when you get back from your more mundane ghosties and goblins.))

Playlist
Visualosity
The Entrance
The Ballroom
The Banquet
The Bonfire
The Corn Maze
Dark Corners
Costume Icon Requests
The Photo Booth

Comments

[prototype_infiltraitor]

A quarter would be asked, but none given. Poking with a finger, gruff voice getting ever louder, Stone Cold Steve Austin sure is pissed!

"Aw hell no, boy! Unless you want the Texas Rattlesnake," and a pause for emphasis, as if there is a crowd waiting on his every word, "To stomp a mudhole in your ASS, you'd best apologize and make me believe it!"

The big man's eyes are blazing, he is sweating and simmering with anger, but he seems to genuinely want an apology?

[heirtothearcane]

Can he run away? Running away is acceptable, right? Ah, but it would be rude!

He doesn't know what 'the Texas Rattlesnake' is or... means, but he doesn't exactly want to find out either. By the gods did he wish he'd learned more charm magic now. Or could remember what he did know in the face of Stone Cold Steve Austin.

He shrinks back and waves his hands placatingly. Anger isn't something he deals with well. "I-I-I'm sorry! Really, I am! Very sorry! Extremely sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you! I won't do it again, I promise!"

<3

[prototype_infiltraitor]

Stone Cold Steve Austin upturns his palms, looking back and forth as if he is in disbelief and needs a crowd to help him decide...


"Is this skinny-ass boy off the hook-- or does he need a Stone Cold Stunner???"

<3

[heirtothearcane]

More hand waving. So much more hand waving and he looks around to try and spy who Stone Cold Steve Austin is talking to. "He doesn't need one of those!"

[prototype_infiltraitor]

At this point, one of two things happens.

Either Viatorus escapes unscathed, having successfully deterred the rage of the ornery redneck.

Or.

Viatorus gets kicked lightly in the gut, gets his neck grabbed softly, and the two of them will go crashing to the ground in some crazy, SAVAGE professional wrestling move designed to do as little damage as possible while looking very impressive.

Either way, the gruff rough-and-tumble rapscallion will let him know. "You're off the hook, boy. And that's the bottom line, 'cause Stone Cold said so!"

[heirtothearcane]

It wouldn't really be a true Stone Cold Steve Austin experience if he got away entirely unscathed.

That's not taking away from the fact that this is the most manhandling Viatorus has ever been subject to, so it's fair to say that he's more than a little startled by the up close and personal introduction to wrestling. There might be a little bit of squealing, but he is very much aware, once he's been let off the hook, that the 'Stone Cold Stunner' could have been much, much worse.

He scrambles back to his feet as soon as possible, looking Steve Austin over with great uncertainty. "Uh... Th-Thank you...?"

you've been an excellent sport :)

[prototype_infiltraitor]

The Stone Cold Terminator stares at Viatorus, intense and wordless, as if to say 'get going while you can.'

Thank you for the Stone Cold experience :P

[heirtothearcane]

Viatorus jumps into motion, stumbling away from the stranger looking somewhat scruffier for the ordeal to wander the house in a daze.