EVENT LOG PT. 1: The Fourth of July Masquerade Ball

[progressmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: John Progress hosts a Fourth of July Ball.
Where: The Adventurer's Club.
When: Fourth of July!
Warnings: Patriotism.



Whew boy, it's the hottest Fourth in July we've had in years! Thankfully, the local nuclear family, The Progresses, are happy to host the annual Fourth of July Ball. Formal dress, patriotic wear, and straight-up costumes are all encouraged. In fact, you'll find the host wandering around in his own George Washington outfit - in fact, it seems as though everyone has turned up for this event! Anyone who's anyone is here, and this could be a good opportunity for you to connect!

...Of course, food and drink are provided. While it might be a little bit too classy for some's taste, there's a barbecue happening outside just in case you need to get away from the stuffiness for a little bit. Generally, it seems as though everyone here is friendly enough, even if the party is a little too classy.

It all seems to be going pretty well, and seems as though you finally have a pretty decent day on your hands...though, those ink splotches you occasionally see on the ground are a little weird.

[Welcome to Progress City's Fourth of July event! We're gradually going to be tagging in to the log with every NPC we've introduced thus far, and plenty that we haven't introduced quite yet! Feel free to set up your own toplevels and tag out, of course - the second part of the event log will be going up on July 10th!]

Comments

[noncomformist]

That’s hardcore goth.

[One might actually call that several things, Basil. Horrifying. Macabre. But those words clearly find perfect expression in ‘hardcore goth’. Henrietta didn’t know there were so many people - or mice she guesses - who’d seen horror like that here with how stupidly happy everything seemed. That’s almost tolerable.]

Oh yeah. People’s possessions totally carry on part of them when they’re dead.

[Recently, Henrietta’s dealt with mutant sixth graders and elder gods and crab people. So she’s just going to accept the talking mouse for now. Whatever. Isn’t weirder than anything else.]

That shit is totally haunted.

[Henrietta’s eyes focus on the ink blot. Utterly unmoving. As if the kid expects it to jolt alive at some point.]

[not_over_yet]

[ Basil, unfortunately, simply calls it "making conversation" because Basil is very bad at people. ]

I wonder if we ought to have burned it--I suppose it wouldn't have mattered much, in that particular instance, but...

[ Basil is currently paying more attention to the ink than their conversation, if only because Henrietta seems so fascinated by said ink.

And now he's on his hands and knees to investigate further. Is it wet? Dried? If it's still wet he is not above inking up a hand and tasting the stuff. He's not licking the floor directly though, he does have standards. ]

[noncomformist]

[Henrietta, too, is very bad at people, though she perhaps has the excuse of being a moody ten year old.]

Obviously. When you burn it, you send it back to them. Anything that would've been left of them could've gone on too.

[She isn't getting on her knees to look at the dumb ink, but Henrietta is, at least, squatting down a little to get a better look. Maybe to hear this mouse a bit better too. Maybe.

She taps her cigarette holder against the ink - currently not bearing a cigarette, she had been terrified to learn she'd have to ration them considering she couldn't find any here, not that any of the conformists would sell them to a ten year old girl here - and frowns a little.]

...Did it move?

[Probably not. Maybe? Who knows. It's possible the kid is just seeing things they want to see.]

1/2

[not_over_yet]

[ Basil has the excuse of being self-absorbed. Wait no that's the opposite of an excuse.

He decides to shelf the hat business for now, frowning at his hand. No ink stuck, irritating--so he stands back up with a huff. ]

Stuff doesn't feel that dry, but... hm.

2/2

[not_over_yet]

[ Wait what. ] Move?

[ His train of thought just. absolutely did not get a chance to leave the station, Henrietta's question breaking his concentration almost immediately, with the cigarette holder's movement briefly distracting his attention from the ink itself--damnit. Did the ink move? ]

...It's not impossible. [ He'd love to be able to dismiss the idea, but. Magic.



Lets grouse about irrelevant details instead. ] Why do you even have that? If you're not smoking, what's the point?

[noncomformist]

[Henrietta is pretty sure that shit moved. Not enough to swear by, but she would at least like to think it did. Because moving darkness is hardcore goth.

She scoffs a little at Basil's question.]

I do smoke. But I'm not wasting a cigarette right now. This shithole probably doesn't even have cigarettes.

[not_over_yet]

Ah.

[ Yeah ok, he remembers first finding out how weird this place is about tobacco. It's not a stupid conclusion. ]

Ask Red, if they haven't stocked she can still get them--it could be a few days though. Rationing what you have for the moment might be prudent.

[ ....because she'd totally sell cigarettes to a kid, right, that's perfectly reasonable to assume,, ]

[noncomformist]

What, you mean that bitch in the pirate's cove?

Yeah, that probably isn't happening.

[not_over_yet]

...Congratulations on antagonizing the one person in this city worth not antagonizing.

[ He neither knows nor cares whatever happened in the pirate's cove. The situation's amusing on its own. ]

[noncomformist]

Whatever. She doesn’t own the fucking skeletons in this place.