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

[paxilonhydrochlorate]

"No friends. No nothin. No no one," Miranda mumbles. "All curled up into nothin."

[stronglikebear]

"Theeeen...how about we still go try to find the host?" suggests Yuri, not wanting to come right out and say he wants to call the nearest hospital and/or the police. It's just not right for someone in this condition to be left to fend for herself when he's pretty sure she doesn't know what's going on right now. He tentatively reaches out a hand to take hers.

[paxilonhydrochlorate]

"No!" This time, it's a snarl with teeth bared.

[stronglikebear]

Yuri backs off hurriedly, holding his hands up to show that he's not going to grab her. "Okay! Okay. Okay, we don't have to do that right this, um, second."

[paxilonhydrochlorate]

"No more medicines."

She whispers it harshly, dragging her own nails down her arms.

[stronglikebear]

Wincing, Yuri makes a little move toward her, but then makes himself retreat again. He's pretty sure she's not breaking the skin, and touching her probably won't help. "I don't think the host would have any medicine anyway," he points out.

[paxilonhydrochlorate]

Miranda stares at him, her hands still held out clawlike.

"Better not."

[stronglikebear]

"...I'll be right back," says Yuri, deciding he can't handle this on his own. If he can't get her to move to find help, maybe he can find help and bring it to her. Or maybe she'll wander off and he won't be able to find her again and it won't be his fault. "Just...stay here, okay?"