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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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"I will, but you won't get confused. They're easy to follow, but some of them are very long. Oh!" He gets all excited as something. "I can show you Jason and the Argonauts, and Clash of the Titans. They're really inaccurate, but very cool."
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His excitement is adorable and she loves it. "Darling, I don't have a suspension of disbelief. I've never been able to watch a movie or read a novel and... and enjoy it, or understand how people can..." She gives a little shrug, because she doesn't even know what people get out of movies. "I'm trying to learn."
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He leans back to blink at her in astonishment. "You... what? Never? I... What do you mean?"
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Ah, cuddles, no. "Part of the curse," she explains quietly. "It's... well, it's called a curse for a reason."
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This is... incredibly difficult for him to try and understand. "Well... What do you think when you watch a movie?"
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But the laugh doesn't last long. It's hard, painful, to talk about these things she can't do. Nobody likes to admit to being damaged goods. She's quiet when she answers, shy and sad. "It's like trying to run a marathon through an obstacle course. I think, 'that is a whole bunch of people telling lies and I don't understand why'. Sometimes I think about how nice the costumes are."
Her life is small, V, small and sad and lonely. Is it any wonder she looks to her friends for so much?
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He understands sad lonely lives, but he gets to pad his out with daydreams and fantasy. It's difficult trying to offer help to someone unable to use the same coping mechanisms.
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Even if she doesn't end up liking the movies much, swimming and then tea and whatever with him is a winning plan in her book. It's the little things that will help them both be less sad and lonely.
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"'Empathic challenge'? I hope that's not a bad thing." It doesn't sound like a good thing. But interesting is usually good to a scholar... so long as it doesn't lead to too much actual poking and prodding. "If I kept trying to avoid everything I don't understand, we never would have met. And that's working out splendidly, so I'd like to keep trying."
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And don't think she's not going to pull out that admission of his needing more social practice later when he's being stubborn about it.
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She caught that, did she? Damn.
She can have all the cuddles she likes, but that won't stop him from realising that this is more than a bit strange. For him, at least. "Should we... move?"
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And oh, yes, she caught that. She catches more than people think.
It's probably strange for a lot of people, but Verity's a strange one. Sometimes it's better to not try to understand and just go with it. "Move?" She glances up at him questioningly. "If you want." They can go sit on one of the benches around the edge of the patio, go back inside, take a walk in the garden... whatever he wants. He's the one leading after all.
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Things usually are with him.