Paper Faces on Parade

[applesaucemod]

The residents of Manhattan will once again find themselves drawn into the currents of the rift when they sleep tonight. Once again, too, the rift is drawing in people from other worlds, both those who might one day find themselves pulled through in waking life and those who might yet escape its grasp.

Tonight, it seems, a celebration is in order. The ballroom of a country manor is the setting for tonight's gathering. Wood and marble gleam in the gas lighting, and a bar at one end of the room provides the, ahem, social lubricant some guests may require. At the other end, a staircase leads to a walkway that runs the entire parameter of the room, allowing guests to watch the dancing from above. While the party is localized in the ballroom, who knows what secret passages and hidden ways a grand old house like this one might conceal?

Those who appear here will find themselves wearing a disguise on arrival. Should the rift cause one to appear in a costume not of their liking (as it is fairly likely to do), an enormous wardrobe can be found through a door near the bar. In it, guests will find a seemingly infinite assortment of costumes and masks of all sizes and varieties ready for their use.


[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no, and players can choose whether to have their characters remember this in the morning.]

Comments

[thresh_prince]

But the cheerfulness isn't enough, is it? Oh no, it has to be morbid cheerfulness. Nearly terminal. "I don't know about you, I mean when aren't you dead, let's be real here. But I'm pretty goddamn sure you're right about me. And it wasn't just OR heroic. Just incredibly assblisteringly stupid. So, about as expected, really."

[minute_maid]

Well, at least death hasn't kept Karkat from being...himself.

"And how did that come about?"

[thresh_prince]

"Forked by a teen nana. "She was the Batterwitch's puppet at the time. I don't want to talk about it." Dave had explained human biological relationships and the absolute fucknuttery ectobiology plays with them. Probably the more upsetting portions had been more namebrand ironic bullshit, but he absorbed enough to know that the thing he just said is ridiculous. "And what about you, what makes you assume you might be dreaming rather than good old lawnring variety dead?" She'd be an authority on both, after all.

[minute_maid]

"Well that was highly unfortunate," Aradia muses.

"I've been dead, undead, sort of dead, and fully alive. I still feel fully alive."

[thresh_prince]

Succinct as ever. And not even a robot this time. He rubs his eyes tiredly. For someone who is either asleep or dead, he feels pretty physically exhausted. But when is that not the case. "And how's that working out for you? Where the hell even are we." This somehow manages to be more of a commentary on the state of things than a question.

[minute_maid]

"I do not know this planet, but it seems to be populated with humans."

She gestures to Karkat's and her own horns, which are conspicuously absent among the rest of the partygoers.