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[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 19th 10AM to October 20th 10AM.
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: Welcome to the twenty-four hour masquerade! Refreshments will be flowing throughout the hours, and while entertainment is provided (both musical and theatrical), don't let that deter you from inventing your own mischief. Remember, there's only one rule: while at the masquerade, you cannot remove your mask!

As the levity hits its high notes, however, beware the dark figures scheming in the shadows, those poisoners with swift hands. By 12AM October 20th, the imPort-only virus will be exposed and infecting the masqueraders first, before spreading outwards.
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.


Masks of all counterfeits paid tribute to the color spectrum that soon poured out into the confetti-strewn streets that morning. The flood of spectacle drowned away any groans of the mundane, and once ten o'clock stuck then did intrigue ascend to the hazy plateau of status quo. Bodies moved like whispers against each other, some seeking friends, while others hoped to fool foes. The air sung with sticky excitement: mischief was welcomed here, as long as you did it honestly. As long as you wore your face over your mask.

Comments

[incywincyhero]

[And now she really needs to hot-foot it if she wants to keep from getting stepped on, because he stumbles to a halt.]

Did you just -- was that you just talking in my head?!

[culver]

[Oh no! She forgot that... not everybody knows about her power, oops. Her face turns scarlet, and she manages to dodge his stumbling. Nill panics for a moment, automatically thinking Yes which is immediately followed by Sorry before she forces herself to actually stop thinking and just nod. Her wings are pressed close to her back, eyes wide and apologetic.]

[incywincyhero]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. [He lets her go and holds up his hands, waving them in presumably soothing motions.] It's okay, Nill, you just startled me. I had no idea you could do that, that's all. I'm not angry!

[culver]

[Now she is kind of standing there on the dance floor, trying not to look awkward. She forgets about her power sometimes. She tries to smile, wings slowly extending to their normal resting position. Okay, this is fine, he's not mad. Nill lets out a slow breath and nods, acknowledging that he isn't.]

[incywincyhero]

I didn't mean to scare you -- I hope I didn't scare you, anyway. You just took me by surprise. [He smiles, as reassuringly as he can.]

[culver]

[Nill returns the smile, shaking her head. No, he hadn't really scared her. She doesn't think she could be scared of Peter even if she tried (not that she'd ever mention that, of course). Gently, she offers her hands forward again, head cocked to the side. Does he want to keep dancing?]

[incywincyhero]

[He reaches out to take her hands in his:] Sure. Let's bring the house down, huh?

[culver]

[When she laughs this time, he'll hear it rolling through his head, not held back. Nill nods, not letting anything else slip through her mental barriers.]

[incywincyhero]

[Any bystanders listening in may think he's laughing quietly all on his own, but they both know he's not.]