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Riverview Moderator ([personal profile] riverviewmod) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-10-01 06:14 pm

introductory mingle: FEAST OF THE DYING

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Feast of the Dying
when: Feast of the Dying from October 1st-8th; various other prompts over the whole month of October.
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

feast of the dying


In the days leading up to October 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: the Feast of the Dying. There is an old, widely-known, and widely-believed superstition or proverb in Riverview Quarantine: 'The greater your fear of death, the easier it is for death to find you.' This is a cornerstone belief of a lot of the residents of the Quarantine, most of whom have survived intensely difficult and violent pasts on their own worlds and who are still willing and eager to throw themselves into exploring and settling new worlds, starting their lives fresh. To honor this spirit, the Feast of the Dying is a celebration of the transition between life and death, an opportunity to face death both figuratively and literally, and come out on top.

celebrating the transition from life to death


During the month of October, a particular natural phenomenon on the moon weakens the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead, allowing for the crossover of those dead into the world of the living, with ghosts from the pasts of both the residents and the Quarantine itself to take corporeal form. The festivities during this time feature tests of courage in highly haunted places, escape rooms both virtual and physical with varying levels of danger, and the week-long Feast of the Dying itself, between October 1st and 8th this year.


i. ghosts from the past


During the 10th month of every year on the moon, due to a complex series of chemical, electromagnetic, and magical forces that no one has ever exactly distinguished or completely understands, the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead are weakened almost to the point of nonexistence. During this time, residents of the moon are able to see and interact with the dead - ghosts, manifesting in ways that run the gamut from being a strange sense of being watched or being visible or audible all the way to more corporeal spirits that can affect the world around them. The barriers are weaker in some parts of the city than they are in others, with some areas experiencing little to no ghost activity, while others are so populated with these ghosts that residents can barely go a few feet without running into one. The ghosts are generally the unsettled dead, people who died violently, or who were lost, seeking a place to call home, and their behavior is as varied as it was while they were alive. Some ghosts are angry and vengeful, some are simply lonely and lost.

While some people tend to interact with the ghosts only a little and as necessary, others avoid them as completely as possible, and yet others actively seek out souls who are suffering and try to ease that so they can stop coming back year after year. There are other people who have found that ghosts from their home worlds have come through with them, following them through the portal when they arrived, even if they did not die on the moon...

Whether facing death or making peace with those who have died, this is a time to reflect.

A Few OOC Guidelines:
● Characters may see or interact with ghosts from the Quarantine's past. These people will be as varied as the NPCs, from a multitude of different worlds, and characters are welcome to either engage or avoid, as players wish.
● Most Quarantine-based ghosts will have died in either the Great War with the neighboring reality or in the Pandemic that wiped out the population of the Abandoned City years ago.
● Characters may also see or interact with ghosts from their own or other characters' canons, providing the character in question is dead in canon and is not currently being played in the game.
● Canon-based ghosts should not be simply transplanted into the game as they were in canon - they are ghosts, and therefore 'not quite right,' and should not be used as an excuse to NPC a canonmate for a month. These ghosts are there to be used as plot devices to open up new avenues of CR, to create angst, to help a character make peace with their past, or other similar reasons.
● Ghosts should not be complete corporeal physical presences indistinguishable from living people, but barring this, how strongly the ghosts manifest and how much they can interact with the world around them is up to player discretion. Ghosts shouldn't be present the whole month straight, but can disappear and reappear at random times.

● Mod questions and plotting regarding this prompt can be found here.


ii. the feast of the dying


The month's holiday is named after a long-standing tradition in the Quarantine - the Feast of the Dying - that starts at sundown on the first day of the month and continues until sunrise on the ninth day. The Feast of the Dying is a costumed masquerade-style party that is continuously available for the entire week. Set up by volunteers specializing in both magic and science, the Feast of the Dying is hosted in a large conference center that has been decorated and magically altered to provide a very formal, intensely creepy atmosphere. The decor can run the gamut from fancy and classy decorations featuring iconic skeletons or ghosts to incredibly realistic catacombs or any other frightening settings that you can think of. Rooms often become more and more foggy the more people enter them to mingle, and in many rooms the air pressure will be slightly played with to make the atmosphere seem more oppressive and spooky. Costumes and masks are required, and anything from a Halloween-style costume to a formal outfit with mask is acceptable.

Players can feel free to go wild with ideas for decor at the Feast, including linking to inspiration images in their posts - it is, essentially, like having a Masquerade ball inside a disturbingly realistic haunted house.

The venue the Feast is held in includes several large rooms intended for dancing with different themes and decorations that can change off and on throughout the week, two large dining rooms where feasts will be held at mealtimes and snacks or drinks (alcoholic or non-alcoholic) will be promptly served to anyone who sits at one of the tables, and a plethora of rooms meant for mingling and relaxing. Additionally, there are a large number of smaller lockable rooms set up for sleeping or private encounters.


iii. escape rooms


One of the fun and more commercialized aspects of the season are the many Escape Rooms that pop up throughout the Quarantine. Residents are encouraged to test their survival skills by grouping up with friends or strangers to escape difficult and scary situations together by solving a series of puzzles.

Escape Rooms can be either physical, set up inside buildings with realistic decorations, or they can be Virtual Reality, where the players don VR masks and cooperate in a virtual world. While the former can be more challenging and realistic, the latter provides for higher stakes. Physical Escape Rooms are generally set up to avoid any kind of physical harm to participants, but the Virtual Reality Escape Rooms can simulate pain and injury quite handily, and therefore can put participants in more dangerous situations.

While players can make up an Escape Room that uses whatever theme they like, some prompts are below:

● Zombie Attack
● Torture Machines or Traps
● Cannibal Warlock
● Wrongly Convicted: Escape from Prison
● Escape from Sewer Monsters
● Mad Scientist Experiments


iv. tests of courage


As mentioned before, there are certain parts of the city where the ghost activity is much stronger than elsewhere. These are places where terrible things have happened - hospitals that treated the ill during the Pandemic, insane asylums or prisons where inmates were mistreated, homes where terrible murders happened, places exposed to dark magic, and other similar places. Every year during October, these places are shut down or vacated (unless they were already sitting empty) and entrance is allowed to people wishing to partake in a traditional Test of Courage - to enter these deeply haunted and dangerous places, and stay there as long as possible, sometimes even overnight.

In these particularly vulnerable and terrifying places, ghost activity is intense and almost constant. Characters will encounter strange sounds, smells, and visions; will encounter ghosts that are capable of throwing items or people; and most of all, they will experience powerful and realistic hallucinations due to the sheer lack of boundary between the worlds of the living and dead in these areas. Whether the hallucinations are manifestations of their own worst fears, the ghosts retelling their own tortured stories, or any other kind of terrifying vision, they feel very real. While characters will not be injured by the hallucinations, the sensations of pain, pleasure, hunger, thirst, or other sensations will be almost impossible to tell from the real thing until the hallucination subsides at daylight.

While the haunted locations are highly unlikely to kill characters, whether or not they experience serious injury due to physical actions they do while under the influence of a hallucination (eg. falling down a flight of stairs) or attacks from ghosts (eg. an angry ghost throws books at a character) is up to player discretion.


v. roommates or wildcard

Feel free to use this prompt to meet new roommates, for the purpose of getting to know each other, or hit up the mod-posted prompt to create a Communal Housing floor mingle. Or, if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set during the Feast of the Dying, feel free to write it up!



visual inspiration


click on thumbnails for larger view; images may contain disturbing themes



Credit: image i: Olivier Le Gall; image ii: John Watkiss; image iii: unknown (wallpapersfan); image iv: signed (pinterest); images v and vi: unknown (pinterest)

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mysophobic: (83 - troubled)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-04 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah. Shigeru can definitely smell it in his breath and on his person. As usual he is just going to lightly touch Dodger's arm and try to get him to talk about it. But he knows the other won't if he doesn't want to. ]

Are you...okay? What happened?

[ After their last encounter of him being drunk and high Shigeru is kinda worried?! But he can't really help that given how that whole thing went down. ]

I'm...not sure though. It's so advanced and hard to even imagine something like the portal even existing. I'm sure they are trying and maybe these festivals are here to...lighten the mood? I'm not disagreeing with you though. I do wish they would tell us more about what's happening with the portal.
de_evilise: (Marinette - Curious)

[personal profile] de_evilise 2017-10-04 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silly her, she thought he had seen her approaching and was addressing her. Whoops! She does give a curious glance at the drawing pad before giving Hiccup a worried look. ]

Following you around..? That's... kind of creepy. [ Pausing for a second, she pointed over towards Toothless. ]

I see you have a sketch of him there.. is he with you? [ She's guessing yes, because otherwise how would a 'monster' get in the city so dociley? ]
smokedout: They come to find, all is sane ♪ (9 ♪ They look a little look at my brain)

[personal profile] smokedout 2017-10-04 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm fine.

[He means it less that he's emotionally stable, and more that he's... safe to be around.

After reading what Shigeru has to say, he hesitates a moment before leaning gently against him, pulling his hand closer to lace their fingers.
]

...I could use a distraction, though. If you're up for it.

[His tone is heavy, and he squeezes Shigeru's hand gently as he speaks.]
spellslots: DNT (all I ever wanted was the world)

i!

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Taako's been a little wary about going out, considering the ghosts, but he's braved it today just for the hell of it, finding a spot by the water to practice a few spells.

At some point, he was joined by some ghosts, a small family of mongoose who seem pleased to see him, one of them settling into his lap as he weaves spells through the air. People walk nearby occasionally, going about their daily business, but he doesn't think much of it until he hears a familiar voice.

She's a little distance away, so Taako hops to his feet and makes his way towards her, his ghosts following behind at a lazy pace, apparently not too worried about losing track of him.]


Hey, Beverly, you good?
eternalmagic: (pic#11356759)

[personal profile] eternalmagic 2017-10-05 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a weird text.]

So far. Why?
franciscoramon: (:? attentive)

[personal profile] franciscoramon 2017-10-05 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cisco knows that Eddie means what he says, and that he's much better at people in general than Cisco is. But it's so hard to believe - the damage, he can see and feel. But he doesn't feel stronger, doesn't feel smarter. He tries to be more cautious, but the fact is he's bad at keeping his heart behind walls. If someone just as charming and manipulative as Eobard came along, Cisco thinks he would probably fall for it again, in a second.

But he leans into Eddie's embrace, let's the hot spray of water and the steam warm him up, take away the cold that had settled into his bones. When Eddie says what Eobard had done was messed up, Cisco only shrugs. He's still coming to terms with that one, himself. With realizing how much further the influence went than he had at first realized. It's just going to take time, to trace all those roots, to pull them all up and unearth the entire extent of it.

He's done enough of that metaphorical gardening for the day, though. Eobard had tried to make him feel ashamed of Eddie, so goddamn if he isn't going to put all his energy into appreciating the hell out of everything about Eddie. If he'd had any doubts at all about their relationship, he thinks, there was no better way to utterly purge them than to realize that Eobard disapproved. ]


Please. And... can you do it... you don't have to be gentle, this time.

[ The few times Eddie has done this for him, he has been excessively gentle, which was charming and perfect, for a regular shower. But right now Cisco doesn't really want gentle - not in any kind of self-punishing way, but just so that he can reconnect with his body, can ground himself in it completely. ]

It's ok if you pull a little. I know that sounds bad. I promise it's not a kinky thing, I just... I want to, like, scrub it off.
mysophobic: (85 - chipper)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-05 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah! He definitely remembers you, Lucretia. The fellow avid artist that he's glad to meet in person. He gives her a bright smile and offers her a set of tools. ]

Thank you very much! Would you like to carve one too? I read that on Earth doing this around this time of the year is really popular!

[ He'll then look around her curiously, head tilting slightly, before he takes up his phone again. ]

What happened to your cute fish friend? C:。ミ
spellslots: deeper than any grave (your love will always be rooted)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-05 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
We're not going anywhere. If you, uh, if you want Lucretia to stay with us for a while that's cool? I mean, it's not my ideal fucking scenario, but I can suck it up.

[Most of the time, he firmly believes that his own feelings are the most important ones to consider, except where Lup concerned. In this, she comes first.]
mysophobic: (97 - heedful)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-05 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
If you're sure...

[ Oh, well, he's glad that Dodger is okay. But he sorta tends to not believe him at times like this, especially with the alcohol wafting off of him. He frowns before startling slightly it translates mostly as a slight jump, since his body is entirely covered and its hard to even tell his expression behind the plague doctor mask, when Dodger squeezes his hand. He can feel the action through the gloves at least but these were thicker than his normal everyday gloves he wears. He'll tilt his head a little, the action rather birdlike given his current appearance, at Dodger's words. ]

What did you...want to do?

[ There's plenty of places to check out but Shigeru figures Dodger's meaning of 'distraction' is slightly less tame. Is Shigeru up for it?! He doesn't even know himself sometimes. Dodger makes him feel so many confused and strange emotions it's not even funny. ]
smokedout: And I know what he came here for ♪ (15 ♪ The devil is at my door)

[personal profile] smokedout 2017-10-05 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Something about the plague doctor gear suits him so well... and it allows Dodger to press his forehead against the mask's beak without worrying Shigeru with the blood on his own mask.]

Just wanted to spend some time together. In private.

[And, since that really doesn't explain anything, he hesitates before adding:]

Clothing's always optional, but... y'know. I figure we should actually talk.
franciscoramon: (:/ lost)

[personal profile] franciscoramon 2017-10-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
The apartment hasn't been an issue, actually. Apparently we're in like, a dead zone for paranormal activity. Or, well, a no-dead-allowed zone.

[ That barely passes as a joke, but at least he's trying to make them. And as grateful as he is for the offers of help (which he is absolutely going to accept, because he's not so terrified of being a burden that he's going to needlessly subject himself to Eobard Thawne), he wants to be sure that none of them are doing more than they have to. Hesitantly, he adds: ]

But, um. My workshop's in another neighborhood, and I'm starting to get kinda backlogged on work 'cause he's shown up there like, four times, so I've just been, um. Not going, a lot.

[ It sounds so cowardly, when he puts it like that. Cisco takes a sizable gulp of the wine, feeling demanding for accepting the offer and even altering it to make a request of his own. Taako ought to be warding himself, too, from the sound of it. But he isn't complaining.

He had apologized once, already, but that had been vague, and Taako had waved it off so quickly. So Cisco continues: ]


Sorry he was like. A dick to you. [ He gnaws at his lower lip. ] You know I don't think of you as beneath me or whatever. That's fucking bullshit. Just his weird... elitist... bullshit.
mysophobic: (27 - conflicted)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-05 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rattled is an understatement. The terrible thing is not that he's scared of Klein, they were very good colleagues but his last moments with the other many were...less than ideal. So it's sad that he can't really looks at the other without remembering the horrible ordeal he and others had gone through.

Upon hearing X'rhun's voice Shigeru will hunch his shoulders slightly, his eyes snapping open to look at the other with a slightly scared look. But he tries to take his phone out to type on it, however his hands are still far too shaky to even do that. So he'll just swallow thickly before he nods silently to the other man.

After a few minutes he manages to calm himself down enough to type. ]


I'm sorry if I worried you.
eternalmagic: (pic#11368334)

[personal profile] eternalmagic 2017-10-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Mordred leans on his elbows against the other side of the bar and smirks when the drink isn't thrown back in his face. Anything above that is a compliment, obviously.]

Funny you should say that, it was an alternative. But that's a stronger taste without being sure you'd enjoy it.

[Good note for next time, though. Not that he does this kind of thing often. Although he's going to do it one more time right now, because he's decided he wants to be drinking the same thing.]

So, Taako. What do they do back home for you when the seasons change?
spellslots: (hair and fashion deserved it)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-05 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
I got you, bubbale. It's gonna have to be tomorrow cause I'm outta the spell slots for something that high level, but...

[He waves a hand in a you know gesture, encompassing the explanation of needing to sleep and all that nonsense, but the important part is that he'll show up at Cisco's workshop tomorrow and toss some wards on it to keep Eobard out.]

And don't apologize for that chucklefuck, I'm not gonna let that kinda asshole get under my skin, it's like he wasn't even trying.

[There are insults that work on Taako, that can upset him, but I'm smarter than you has never held much weight.]
mysophobic: (93 - gentle)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-05 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ The mask is beneficial in that way and also in hiding the flustered expression on his face. Dodger!

Shigeru will nudge Dodger's forehead a little in a reciprocating gesture of sorts. It's...a strange costume but this actually isn't so bad for him. His smile is warm and happy, because Dodger talking to him is always nice. He really does enjoy getting to know the man more. And lately he's been surprising him with these gentle physical actions. But also opening up more emotionally to him has also touched Shigeru as well. ]


I think the private rooms are down that way.

[ He'll point with his phone in his hand down the hallway and motion to the left. ]
realimperfect: (All my failings exposed)

Re-L Mayer | OTA

[personal profile] realimperfect 2017-10-05 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
i. ghosts from the past

[ Re-L has, really, gotten off too easily on her time in Riverview so far. Nothing too terrible to deal with, nothing incredible to make note of past a few days of discomfort and wasted time when she'd been put in glowing bubbles with others, or woken up in strange beds, typically pushing the other occupant out. So it sort of makes sense in the month of spooky problems that she, finally, meets her match, so to speak. Walking the streets she experiences stronger and stronger sensations that she isn't alone, goosebumps rising on pale skin that often give her a moment of pause as she looks around, tries to spot whatever or whoever is watching or following her...

a. Things start spooky, but not too hard to ignore, quiet whispers flittering on the edge of her consciousness, a familiar voice. At first she doesn't even think to be spooked by the sound of Iggy's voice, in fact slightly warmed by the familiar tones that she'd spent so much time and care in customizing. a voice she'd spent almost every waking moment with since she could remember. It's over the next few hours that the soft, calm voice of Re-L's former entourage becomes more broken, like a toy running out of batteries, a broken voice recording that skips and stumbles.

Re - - L -

Her visible agitation probably seems no different than if she'd had a hard day at work, at this point, a deep furrow running between dark brows as she carries on with her day, not wanting these strange happenings to squash what little productivity she may be able to get.

b. ... But then the astral image of Iggy's mangled, sooty head, with trailing wires, begins to appear. At first the sight of it freezes her in her tracks, every damn time, the disbelief and horror all too real and visceral all over again. She's spent months, by now, without her once-constant companion, and despite the fact that she's actually had the time, in her world, to mourn him...

The sight of that head doesn't make it any easier. Soon she finds herself almost literally running from the voice that seems to follow her, repeating everything she's played over in her head nearly thousands of time already like a mocking chorus as she goes, more and more visibly upset and disturbed by the angry spirit following her:

' Look what you've done to me.'

'A woman like you isn't worth protecting.'

'What were you my master? You, of all people!'


Anyone on her path that tries to stop her escape for home will be shaken off or flicked away with an impatient motion, lips drawn back in a painful line, almost as though she's holding back either getting sick, tears, or maybe both : ]


I'm fine - just - let me go, I can't -

[ c Unfortunately, for Re-L, running and hiding isn't an option. At least not before the head of her autoreiv taunts her with increasingly angry tones, her voice following, louder, even as she attempts to twist her way in to well hidden crevices in the Quarantine's streets and alleyways. The mechanical voice oscillates wildly between irate and tender, and Re-L's gut can't help but feel hopeful every time Iggy's voice reverts back to the softer tones, the why he intones a soft -

'Re-L..' between his angrier sermons -

'It was hard for me...' Another hard left - find somewhere to take some kind of refuge and get her head back on her shoulders, hopefully away from prying eyes -

'But I wanted to be with you, no matter what.

I suffered for so long, Re-L.. '
Tears well along with all of her regrets involving Iggy anew, fingers desperately trying to ind her ears in an attempt to block it all out. It's like a torture, hearing everything that she'd done wrong to her longest friend, all over again, as if she hadn't held that heavy automated head in her lap, heard him, over and over again, and then... done him a last justice a thousand times over in her mind. Regret isn't something that Re-L Mayer often experiences, or indulges in, but when it came to Iggy... she was near over flowing with it. How she hadn't seen that he'd been infected, how she'd managed to be so cruel in his eyes when she'd just been trying to do what she needed to, see what she needed to see - to forget about her oldest friend in such a way that had been so absolutely horrible.

'It's your fault, you good-for-nothing bitch!'

It was, and she couldn't deny it. Everything regarding Iggy had been, but the coup de grace - well, that comes in a bit of a softer tone.

'Please, Re-L. Don't hate me.'

The sounds are obvious enough for anyone who's been following or.. at least keeping an eye on her from before. Even Re-L Mayer can't hide the fact that she's crying in to her hands, not with the cover of a shadowy spot, her hair tented around her face, or long fingers woven together as if they're a shield from the world. She's likely to be more thorny than usual if approached, as well. ]

dancingmd: (i am so sorry)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2017-10-05 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
(By the time Lucretia finds her, Beverly's already ripped off her mask and it lies discarded on the ground beside her. She starts at the sound of her name and for a moment, the walls go up. This is a private grief and her instinct is not to let anyone see, to not burden anyone else with it.)

I...

(But Lucretia is not just anyone, is she? And so the walls quickly crumble. She shakes her head as her eyes well up with a fresh round of tears. Words are impossible. Instead, she steps forward to wrap herself around Lucretia, knowing she will be welcomed with understanding.)
spellslots: would be great if you knew where to start looking (seeing yourself for who you really are)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-05 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Taako could transmute the vodka into limoncello, just to be particular, but it's difficult to pick out a specific liquid when there's a whole lot in a glass together, so he can live with the drink as it is.]

Well, there's Highharvestide in Faerûn, I guess that's the closest like, seasonally, even if there's a whole lot less dead shit than what they've got here. Neverwinter used to have this big festival with cooking contests, won that motherfucking first prize for my blackberry pie three years in a row.
smokedout: I let him enter to make some more ♪ (16 ♪ The kind of fun that I adore)

[personal profile] smokedout 2017-10-05 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods and leads Shigeru in that direction, hands still linked as he figures the thick gloves will make the touch a little easier.]

Those costumes were smart, y'know... [He speaks absently, as they walk.] ...Iunno if you know too much about them. Doctors used to wear them and sealed them with wax so they'd be safe from germs. Pretty advanced shit for the 1600's, yeah?

[Not that he... really knows anything past that. His understanding of history is exceptionally limited.]
mysophobic: (42 - speculative)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-05 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ His hands aren't as shaky so the thick gloves of the costume are doing something. Or maybe he's just so used to Dodger touching him, given that Dodger is the one person that's seen and touched the most exposed skin Shigeru's ever shown to anyone. He does listen and shake his head in a 'yes' reply.

So this costume was more appropriate for him than he even knew. ]


That is very advanced, especially for a civilization so new and unfamiliar with such things.

[ He might look and turn his arm a little as they walk, finally making it down the hall and to the stretch of rooms meant for more private meetings. ]

I guess that's why they chose this one for me, huh?
smokedout: They come to find, all is sane ♪ (9 ♪ They look a little look at my brain)

[personal profile] smokedout 2017-10-05 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
I guess so. [He shrugs lightly.] I just grabbed a mask I recognized from home, figured it's enough of a costume to keep people off my back.

[The fact that he's stealth-cosplaying a character he loves is irrelevant okay.

Though, he figures that topic is done now that he's found an unlocked private room for them to slip into. Once the door is closed, he slumps into the sofa and pulls his mask off to place beside him, motioning for Shigeru to sit beside him.
]

So. More people went home recently.
mysophobic: (11 - solemn)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-05 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shigeru frowns at that. Dodger shouldn't have to feel like keeping himself safe by wearing a masking?! He just finds that...so sad, lord.

But Shigeru will also take off his mask once they're in the room, his hair is messy and he'll smooth it down as he proceeds to take a seat next to Dodger. ]


Oh. I'm so sorry, Dodger. [ He gives Dodger's hand a gentle squeeze as he looks at him. ]

Who was it...that left?
smokedout: And I know what he came here for ♪ (15 ♪ The devil is at my door)

[personal profile] smokedout 2017-10-05 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob Kane, and his brother. They're both gone.

[He hesitates, before reaching to smooth a bit of Shigeru's hair that he missed. If nothing else, he feels like fussing over him just to get some physical contact.]

I'm really running low on people I... care to be around, here. Before Jake and Abel left, I got in this.. stupid fight with this girl I've been seeing. I figure she doesn't want me around anymore. [He grimaces.] That leaves... you, that Kent kid, maybe Reaper and Sombra if we're stretching it.

[There's Peter and Adam too, but... he's not sure he counts them as friends. Just people he enjoys speaking to.]

Jake pretty much had me on suicide watch after Tenshouin left. And... fuck, I just don't know what to do anymore. I've got nothing here, I had one chance to leave this shithole and be with Tenshouin and I gave it up so I could stick close to Jake, and now he's gone too and I'm still fucking here. Why the fuck did I do that?
spellslots: (is to create more problems)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-05 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He's so tired of this; he knows that the anger is his own, but that doesn't change the fact that it rears its head every fucking time he talks to Lucretia, that he can't seem to get a handle on it despite the time that's passed. It always ends like this, awkward and uncomfortable because he can't help getting frustrated at her.]

Has Lup talked to you?

[It's a change of topic, obvious, but it's the best he can do.]
dancingmd: (captain crusher)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2017-10-05 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, this is one of Beverly's favorite times of year and she usually relishes in the opportunity to dress up in something clever and fun, but this year she went with something more subtle and conventional: a simple black cocktail dress with feathered capelet and raven masquerade mask. She's grateful for the mask offering an extra layer of protection from prying eyes when she was escaping the crowd, and most especially now. When Undertaker appears, she stiffens. Admittedly, ever since Ciel's asthma attack, she's softened to his guardian somewhat, but not enough to want him around in a moment like this.

"Did you follow me?"