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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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❜𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 ➨ (feast)

[ when nico enters the room, it's in a black toga. across his brow is a thin, black, stygian iron coronet and on his lips is a smirk. behind him is a group of five zombies that shuffle along. they don't seem interested in anyone, so fear not. and if anything, they seem to be moving as if they are on puppet strings, which isn't far from the truth considering they're under nico's complete control.

as he makes his way through the crowd, he approaches the place where music is being played and hands the person in charge a disc. soon enough, a certain song begins playing and nico smirks as he gestures. the zombies shuffle towards the middle of the room, taking up space, and as the chorus begins playing, the zombies begin to dance.

it's a performance for the sake of the night, the kind of night nico excels in and during it, he's standing by the dj, snapping his fingers in time to the music. he can even be heard humming along. ]

𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚❜𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 ➨ (escape rooms)

[ the danger rooms are nothing to scare nico. he is the king of ghosts after all and he leads his group with a confidence he rarely shows. with his stygnian iron sword in hand, he slashes through traps. with his other hand, he grips the air, controlling the zombies that threaten to attack. and in no time at all, nico is clearly taking control of the room, as if this was what he was born to do. and it is. he is, after all, the son of hades himself. ]

Don't worry, I've got this.

𝙞 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ➨ (other)

[ nico, as the king of ghosts, can be found here and there, talking to ghosts, mediating with the dead. if you want him anywhere specific, lmk! hit me up at alkahestic ]

Edited 2017-10-02 02:16 (UTC)

I (A). GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

[ Cisco doesn't really think of himself as a particularly superstitious person, but he doesn't fuck with ghosts. Never has. He's watched too many horror movies (through his fingers, and usually not making it to the end) to be that idiot with a ouija board and an unfounded sense of invincibility. No thanks. Not today. So he does his best to keep out of the way of the ghosts, when they start to appear. Sure, it's sad they've got unfinished business or whatever, but he'll leave it to people braver than himself to help with all that. It's a hard pass on the Casper bullshit.

That is, until a week into the month he sees a familiar tall and rather broad-shouldered frame, half-translucent, standing with his hands in his pockets in the park where Cisco usually eats his lunch. He knows that back, those shoulders, that boring-ass haircut. Even only seeing a faint and faded sliver of him, Cisco recognizes his dead friend. So instead of heading in another direction, Cisco wanders towards him, calling out: ]

Ronnie?

[ The ghost of Ronnie Raymond just keeps standing where it is, looking sad and lost, showing no signs that it heard him. Heart hammering, Cisco tries again, a bit louder. ]

Ronnie?!

[ No change. Cisco's body language becomes fretful. He waves a hand in front of Ronnie's face, tries to grab his shoulder, but his hand passes right through. So he looks around for someone, anyone who he can ask: ]

How come he can't hear me?

I (B). GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

[ It's not exactly the worst case scenario. The worst case scenario would be Eobard, alive and in the flesh, coming through the portal. This is only an echo of him, a memory, without superpowers, without the ability to do any real damage. He's not even as strong as a poltergeist, can barely send napkins flying off the table at a cafe, or knock over a leaning umbrella.

Still, even if it isn't the worst case scenario, it's not fucking ideal, to have the ghost of the guy who murdered him just appearing out of thin air every few days. And, even worse, following him. Cisco will feel a prickle on the back of his neck, turn around, and see a familiar bespectacled face looking at him from twenty or thirty feet away, dogging his footsteps. Sometimes Eobard keeps his distance. Sometimes he approaches and talks to Cisco - fondly on some days, dripping with sarcasm on others. Hard to say which is worse.

If your character is one of Cisco's friends, going on a stroll with him, getting a cup of coffee with him, or even visiting him in his workshop, it is possible that Eobard will show up and do his best to ruin everything like the utter creep he is, in life as in death. ]

II. THE FEAST OF THE DYING

[ Cisco was too shy to really get himself involved in the charity masquerade for the magic institute, but this time he's going all in. He shows up a few nights in various ~~non-fourth-wall-breaking~~ nerdy costumes (homemade, of course), once dressed as his own evil doppelganger, and a few nights in a rather sharp but not too formal outfit with a mask.

He's going to stay out of the catacombs, unless coaxed there by someone extremely persuasive (if you're not already his friend, good luck), but he will be mingling in the rest of the spaces, eating, drinking, and being quite merry. He needs the relaxation, what with the influx of ghosts and generally terrifying things in his life since this whole month began. ]

V. WILDCARD

[ surprise me! or you know, plot with me here ]

Edited 2017-10-02 03:19 (UTC)

[ The first time he runs into Eobard, it's awful. Beyond awful. But he gets through it. It's only five minutes, maybe six, before his ghost dissipates. Cisco's body moves mechanically over to the steps leading up to some building (he'd been headed inside, but he's entirely forgotten about that). He pulls out his phone, full of a strange intense calm that accompanies a shock this severe. He writes, simply: ]

where are you

1: ghosts from the past
[For who he is and who he has been over the past several decades, the presence of the deceased doesn’t bother him in the least. If anything, it’s a feeling he has missed since he was whisked away to this strange place with all of its odd ways and people. The atmosphere that has come over the city the past several days is almost a welcome addition, putting him back in his element, something he understands quite well.]

[Despite the haze, he can see them here. The spirits of those long gone weave in and out of view in this place, some flickering like flashes of lightning and some lingering, wandering to and fro like he himself has been doing. He moves among them silently, ignoring them for the most part. At best, they receive a curious glance, but they pay him no more mind than he gives them, and so he leaves them be.]

[One, however, catches his full attention. A man steps closer, pale and translucent. Through the light sheen that seems to cover the spirits that wander about, it isn’t hard to see he once had short, dark hair and dark eyes. He wears a sharp suit and a deep red tie, and under one eye is a single spot of a beauty mark. He smiles, silent, but Undertaker does not smile in return. In fact, the sight of this man has taken the humor right out of him in his surprise.]

[The figure is only there for a minute or two before turning to walk away, and as he does, Vincent vanishes from sight, going on to places Undertaker can’t yet visit. Undertaker stands there several minutes longer. It’s the third time in the past several years that something has truly shaken him. Absently, a hand reaches for his waist where his chain once hung, only to touch the cloth of his coat. Then, he turns quickly and steps away, brushing everything else aside. The grin is back now, unhinged.]

2: the feast of the dying
[It’s not the funeral parlor, but this is his month, he has been preparing for it, and he is letting himself enjoy it thoroughly. Undertaker has gone over the top with his own costume and can be found in any room in the building, appreciating the decor, dancing with himself, enjoying the food and just being himself.]

[There is something comforting about it all, now that his own life is technically over - almost a freedom. The afterlife is no longer an unknown, no longer an anxiety to him; if anything, it’s become quite boring. But the joy of prettying a dead body, the amusement at seeing the newly dead’s faces when the realize what has happened. That never gets old. Strange that he never has felt more alive than he has while dealing with the dead.]

3: roommates or wildcard
you know what to do

Edited 2017-10-02 03:55 (UTC)

[Eddie's been kind of freaked out by all the ghosts too. They keep showing up just behind him, catching his peripheral vision, just out of the corner of his eye, making him gasp and turn. Eddie's gotten used to metas and aliens and even magic, a little, but ghosts isn't something he's sure he'll ever be used to.

The truth is, no one really close to Eddie has died, not really, so he hasn't run into any ghosts of a personal nature. In fact, he hadn't even really realized that they could run into ghosts of a personal nature. He only realizes Cisco is distressed because of the way he's texting.]

Just leaving the station. What's up? Are you okay?

can you come here?

[ The fact that Cisco doesn't answer, or give any clues as to where 'here' is, are also not great signs. A moment later he follows up: ]

please

Edited 2017-10-02 03:51 (UTC)

Of course I can, babe. I'm getting in my car right now. Are you at home, or the lab, or somewhere else?

[ It takes a moment for Cisco to answer. He looks at the street, doesn't see any signs, turns around to see the words above the doors he's sitting in front of, and: ]

i'm sitting in front of the library

I'll be there in five minutes.

[And he is. The library's pretty close to the police station in the city center, and Eddie drives as quickly as he can get away with in his unmarked police car. Pulling up in front of the library, he puts on his four-way blinkers and climbs out of the car, jogging up the steps until he sees Cisco, huddled on the stairs.

Biting his lower lip, he sits down next to him.]

Hey. Hey babe, are you okay? Did something happen? Are you hurt?

[ Cisco sees Eddie rushing over, still full of that strange, detached feeling, though a little of it starts to erode when he registers how worried Eddie looks. He shakes his head, realizes Eddie had asked more than one question, and then shrugs. The answer to all three is some approximation of those two gestures.

He'd wanted to wait until Eddie was here in person - his urgency hadn't been a desire for comfort, but because he wanted to get to Eddie and give him the news before he got a bad shock, too. So Cisco doesn't build up to it. He just says, a little breathless but otherwise kind of flatly: ]

Dr. Wells's ghost is here. I wanted to warn you.

Edited 2017-10-02 04:10 (UTC)

~~comics!~~

Basically: can characters only see canon-specific ghosts of people who are dead at their canon-point? can they see future ghosts (i.e. people currently alive at their canon point), and/or the ghosts of those who were dead but now aren't? if a close canon-mate from a different canon point is in game, does that change things? (basically, can Teddy see ghosts from what is his future but Billy's past)

can characters see ghosts of people they don't know they're connected to?

also, are there robot ghosts? (the one in question has a very definite personality/distinct AI, if that makes a difference)

What?

[It comes out of him in a small, shocked voice, his eyes widen and he's immediately looking around while he scoots a bit closer to Cisco, puts an arm around his shoulders. For the moment, Eddie doesn't see Eobard anywhere, doesn't see that face with those unnerving eyes and the creepy expression, can't imagine him being more creepy by being a ghost. Can't imagine how it must have felt for Cisco to see him like that.

Turning his head, he presses his face into Cisco's hair.]

Thank you for the warning.

[A beat, while he wonders how to address this, whether he even should while they're sitting in the open on the library stairs, cuddled up together or not.]

Do you want to come home with me?

[ That cold surface of calm cracks, when Eddie presses his face into Cisco's hair like that, worried and tender. He can tell that this isn't going to last much longer. That there's a tidal wave coming, and he doesn't want to be out here in the open when it hits. So when Eddie asks if he wants to come home, Cisco nods, getting to his feet and walking with Eddie down to the car.

He gets all settled in the front seat automatically - his hands have been through the movements of closing the door and pulling on a seatbelt so often that they do them without needing to be told. But then he doesn't go back to being still. As Eddie drives, Cisco's hands pluck and twitch at his pant legs, smoothing out folds around his knees, picking at tiny pieces of dust and lint.

Unprompted, he says: ]

I was walking along the road and- he was just- he was just there.

[Eddie can feel it, the way Cisco is coming apart at the edges, a little bit. That he's being quiet and calm out of shock rather than any kind of nonchalance about the situation. It's exactly what Eddie would expect from a situation like this, the shock and the slowly building onset of emotion, the inevitable fall as it really registers.

Cisco buckles himself in on autopilot and Eddie's driving as soon as he can, pulling out into the street and being just a touch reckless as he heads toward their apartment. He wants Cisco to be somewhere safe, and confined, with a locked door and a blanket and comfortable clothes and someone to hold him, when this breaks through the shell of shock. He wants to make this as easy as he can.

But Cisco's voice is already shaking a bit when he explains how it had happened, that he was walking along the road and Eobard was just there and Eddie's throat feels suddenly tight with sympathetic fear.]

My god. That must have been terrifying.

[Taako has seen Eobard before, in the vibe/dream/nightmare that he and Cisco shared, and oddly enough, that was a little more solid than the ghostly apparition that appears behind Cisco as they're sitting in a cafe. It had been one of those quiet days when they're both busy working on their own shit, but Taako tenses as soon as he spots the ghost.]

Hey, bubbale, I know the immediate reaction here is gonna be to not do what I say, but can you trust me and just keep looking at me, right now? Just at this gorgeous face in front of ya.

[Taako isn't a cleric, he can't get rid of ghosts, but he's already trying to pull the spell for a banishing to mind.]

[ Cisco can tell Eddie's driving a little faster than normal, but he doesn't know if that's out of concern for getting him home quickly or because of his own shock over the news. Probably the latter. Cisco can't blame him. At the very least, the two of them both know their apartment is in an area that's gotten almost no ghost activity at all. Cisco hadn't seen even a wisp of a ghost within three blocks, which is even more of a relief, now.

When Eddie says that must have been terrifying, Cisco opens his mouth to say yeah, but no sound comes out. His heart is beating fast - too fast, for just sitting there, in the car, with his boyfriend driving. Cisco can't seem to breathe right all of a sudden. His inhalations go thin and shallow and very quick. It's stupid, being afraid now. Pointless. But no amount of logic is going to convince his body to stop panicking, now that it's started.

Cisco folds his arms across his chest as he starts trembling, and he manages to nod, though he doesn't know if Eddie will catch it in his peripheral vision. He just has to hold it together a little longer. Just 'til they get home. But the momentum has already started, and Cisco can hear the little hitches of fear attaching themselves to every inhale, now. ]

[ At first, Cisco smiles; he's feeling calm, and happy, and overall quite safe. Up until this point, Eobard hasn't bothered him any time he was with another person. It's always been times when he was out on his own. Which is why, when Taako tells him not to turn around, Cisco raises his eyebrows, a little smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. This is some kind of joke, or else there's some extraordinarily gorgeous man and Taako wants Cisco to be casual when he tells him he can look - once the guy's distracted maybe...

But a few seconds later, it registers. Something's... wrong. Call it intuition. Call it, well, a vibe. Taako is staring somewhere behind Cisco, looking determined and Not Happy. Which is when a familiar, and now faintly echo-y and distant, voice asks: ]

Who's your new friend, Cisco?

[ At that voice he jumps, startled, understanding setting in at once. But Cisco does not, in fact, stop looking at Taako. As he speaks, the ghost sets a hand lightly on Cisco's shoulder - there's no real sensation of contact, just a chill, and a vague prickling feeling along his skin. Cisco shudders and twists away, but he doesn't shout, doesn't leap to his feet in astonishment or terror. It is not, all in all, the reaction of someone who has not had this happen before. ]

[The way Cisco reacts to the voice tells Taako everything he needs to know, it means that this isn't the first for him and that... that's a whole lot of awful, and he has to wonder why Cisco didn't tell him except, well, he can. What it does change is how Taako needs to deal with this, because he doesn't need to spare Cisco from realizing Eobard is there.]

Oh, it talks, that's new.

[Taako has seen ghosts floating around, but none of them have addressed him yet, and he decides immediately that he doesn't want to address Eobard in return, that gives him too much power. Instead, he reaches out to put a hand over Cisco's, casting a protection spell on him, so that the ghost can't do any damage.]

I don't think I can blast ghosts, but we can get outta here.

[ Cisco can see there's a spell, but he doesn't know what it is, doesn't have a chance to ask before Eobard's ghost is saying, in a bland voice that somehow manages to be skin-crawling and condescending. ]

"It?" I must say... that's a very rude thing to call someone, young man.

[ Cisco is already sliding out of his chair before Taako finishes saying they should leave, pulling money from his pocket and tossing a few bills onto the table for a tip without checking how much (it's probably way too much). He still hasn't looked at Eobard, is in fact, studiously avoiding looking in the entire direction where he knows the ghost must be. Cisco catches a little glimpse of him, from the corner of his eye, and his heart-rate skyrockets. But he's attempting, as much as he can, to keep calm.

But that attempt at outward composure means inwardly he's scatterbrained, isn't considering his words carefully before he speaks. ]

He's- you can- you don't gotta stick around, it's not like... I mean, he's just gonna follow me around.

[ There's something in that certainty which, again, hints that this is something that's not only happened once before, but been happening, enough for Cisco to speak about it as habitual behavior. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest, and when Eobard half-floats half-walks to be within Cisco's line of vision, he darts a glance at him quickly, looks back to Taako, swallowing, face a shade paler than usual even as he tries to play it all off as not a big deal. ]

[Taako gets up as Cisco does, sliding his recipe book into his bag and hooking the umbra staff over his arm, doing his best to completely ignore the spectre that's so clearly haunting his friend. Anger curls somewhere in his chest, and he really wishes Kravitz were here, to haul this fucking ghost back where it belongs.]

He can suck my dick, we both know I'm not going anywhere.

[Without even a second of hesitation, Taako holds out his hand for Cisco to take, knowing that it's barely any kind of comfort in this situation, but it's better than nothing. He regrets burning his teleportation spell earlier, but they can do this the old fashioned way.]

We can go back to mine, the wards oughta keep shitnuts over here outta your hair.

i - ghosts from the past

[In truth, Ciel doesn't give the talk of ghosts much thought, waves off the comments about 'The greater your fear of death, the easier it is for death to find you.' In a way, death already had found him but that was nothing he thought about either. Not too deeply. His fear of death is frequently pushed to the back of his mind.

His refusal to heed anything he's told leaves him woefully unprepared as he makes his way to Funtom though, two phantoms appearing in his peripheral vision. And the teen pauses, looks, and freezes.

There stands a phantom of a man looking like an older version of him, a mole just below his left eye, dressed in a suit and on the arm of a woman. She's tall like him, the shape of her face like Ciel's but she's blonde, her hair done up neatly. And both look to him sadly, almost disappointed.

It's enough that Ciel is taking several step backs in a panic and turning to run. Apologies if he runs into you.]

ii - feast of the dying

[Ciel isn't the festive type, really. So the costume he's wearing is made up of a dark suit and gloves, a pair of plastic red devil horns and a tail hooked to the back of his pants. It's a cheap, almost dollar-store, costume but it's a costume. And though almost no one will understand just why he's chosen that kind of costume, it's enough to at least amuse the teen.

He avoids the more crowded rooms, not because of the change in pressure in the air, he just dislikes crowds. Crowds rarely meant anything good in his previous experiences, he tries to avoid the trouble now.

Ciel will watch some people dance though.

Or he'll settle at a table, try some desserts and enjoy a glass of sweet wine now that he knows he meets Riverview's minimum age requirement.]

v - wildcard

[hit me up via PM or plurk if you want something else!]

Edited 2017-10-02 08:28 (UTC)

[He's not surprised, he's really not, at how Undertaker throws himself into the celebration. And Ciel knows, with everything already starting in the city, it's going to last the month. A few months ago, that would have bothered him, it would absolutely have grated on him in England, but now? Not so much. He'd even returned to the apartment with what decorations, and some candy, that he could carry.

So it's even less surprising when he spots Undertaker at the feast and dancing.

Ciel has managed to put together a very simple devil costume, not trying to stand out, and stands off to the side to watch. He's trying not to smile, shaking his head a little. No, not at all surprising.]

Edited 2017-10-03 01:27 (UTC)

[ i. journeyed across an ocean of stars to reach you ]

[ Jon was (unfortunately) very familiar with ghosts. He's familiar with many things that people would find odd or simply downright impossible. Alternate realities. Portals. Divergent timelines. And yes, a dimension with dinosaurs and world war two veterans. His memories of such things tend to fluctuate and he does not remember it as clearly as he would like to. Even now, the memories of the Eradicator grow dim.

But he remembers Krypton. He remembers their howls, their overwhelming need to be heard. So when the ghosts start appearing, Jon tries. He tries to listen, tries to help. But it exhausts him because Jon doesn't have any answers. He doesn't even have a Kryptonian name. He knows nothing of Jor-El or his cousin's life. Finally giving up, Jon takes out the noise-cancelling headphones and tries to go about his day while a veritable army of tall aliens trail after him. He might accidentally bump into you, knocking his glasses askew, which he adjusts immediately with a sheepish, strained grin. ]

Sorry. They . . . don't really take no for an answer.

[ iv. leave it to superboy. or not ]

[ Despite being used to weirdness in his life, Jon did have one weakness. He wasn't very good when it came to ghosts, monsters, vampires . . . well maybe not vampires. Jon is pretty sure he could defeat a vampire, no problem. He still gets a little jumpy though, especially when all his senses are more heightened compared to normal people and he still gets twitchy when he catches a late night horror movie (not endorsed by his parents, but since they weren't around, it's not like they could stop him.).

So when he hears the echo of laughter with no heartbeat to go with it, Jon starts and accidentally uses his heat vision to knock down a couple of lamp posts into each other. They crash to the ground with a loud groan, sparking before they died. Jon sighs, muttering. ]

Great. Just great. I do not have the allowance to cover that . . .

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Edited 2017-10-02 10:56 (UTC)

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