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The Samhain Ball - Come as You Aren't
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.))
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Visualosity
The Entrance
The Ballroom
The Banquet
The Bonfire
The Corn Maze
Dark Corners
Costume Icon Requests
The Photo Booth
"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.))
Visualosity
The Entrance
The Ballroom
The Banquet
The Bonfire
The Corn Maze
Dark Corners
Costume Icon Requests
The Photo Booth
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“Oh, I was fairly clear about what we were doing,” he assures Jim with just a hint of relief. The rest takes a moment’s thought to clear his head, and a sip of brandy to
cloud it againloosen his tongue.“I’m charming to people I like. Usually not... quite so much to more than one person in quick succession. You’re right that I like Verity, and I already owe her a dance at the very least. But I wasn’t planning to simply run off on you. Tell the truth, I hadn’t planned ahead very much at all.” He chuckles ruefully at himself. “Verity’s rather put me in my place as far as she’s concerned, and you seemed fascinating. I thought I’d find out just how fascinating. Well- that, and I was starting to wonder what your people consider flirting.”
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"Yeah she likes dancing." And here's a fond chuckle for his adopted sister. He's so going to owe her for this later.
"Hmm. I could show you how fascinating I can be, but that probably depends on what you're interested in." It's difficult to tell if he's teasing or giving a serious offer but knowing Jim it's probably both anyway so trying to figure it out is a waste of time.
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"I like what I’ve seen so far,” he says innocently. “You know- a daring space captain who’s both charming and curiously forward about these things. I'm rather interested in seeing more.” He flashes a grin. "Unless you were asking about the next ten minutes specifically."
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Jim takes another sip if his champagne and leans over the table, voice dropping in volume.
"If you impress me enough I might be inclined to show you something nice, after."
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He's not above making a fool of himself to amuse someone he likes, but he's aiming to do a little better.
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"You can show me yours too. I'm always up for learning new steps."
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The path of the Hawkskirt is one of sacrifice.
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He will get up and sidle over to Felix's side of the table soon enough though, extending a hand to help the other up.
"Shall we?"
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