[OPEN] The monster mash

[theearth]

Who: Badri and YOU.
What: Impromptu halloween masquerade
When: Halloween night, 10pm onwards
Where: A wedding chapel in Vegas. Y-yeah.
Warnings: None - shoot me a PM if anything needs adding!


[ Any of the Numbered who have set foot outside today are likely to have seen some of the rather unique posters plastered around on every available building/lamppost/fence/beloved family pet. Observe the glitter-saturated horror. ]



[ Y E A H. Regardless of which echo boundary they're in, the notices are everywhere. Some lucky Numbered may even have had one shoved into their mailbox! GOSH. There's also an address for a weddng chapel in Vegas (confusing many Fussen locals in particular) and a note that masks are mandatory and will be provided to people who don't already have one. How considerate!

C'mon, Numbered Specials. Party with Badri and forget all the horrid stressful things that are happening. ]

Comments

[professorwolf]

[He may be good at blending in despite his appearance, but his scent still stands out-- plus, Lyall is used to looking for him at functions like this. So when he catches that scent, he follows it, looking for a break from trying to act like he's happy and not at all concerned about anything. So he comes up on the harpy "ghost" with a little smile.]

Enjoying yourself, Julien? I hear there's a ball pit. Like at Chuck-e-Cheese.

[Hey, he's a child of the 80s. He remembers that place clearly.]

[espigeonage]

Gwannas lûand, Lyall - ah, I mean it's been too long! Good to see you.

Yeah, I saw! It's tempting to find someone to throw into it, it's too cold to do that with actual water and all. [Julien smirks down at him.] You volunteering?

[professorwolf]

[The unfamiliar language made Lyall pause and blink at the young bird-man. Then he chuckles weakly.]

Ah, well. No, I'd really rather not get thrown anywhere, if you please. I'd hate to break these on accident.

[He taps a finger to the glassicals he's wearing in place of a mask; one eye is slightly more magnified than the other, though he has the magnification they provide on its lowest setting.]

I don't think there's anyone about in this world who can fix them.

[espigeonage]

[Julien has become weary of people stopping and adjusting when talking to him. It won't help to say it, though. He smiles.]

Pity! I guess I can't hit a guy with glasses... things, either. [He's not wearing his glasses tonight, they interfere with the veil and are just decorative anyway.] What are those, anyway?

[professorwolf]

[Maybe if he started the greeting in English he'd have less problems with the pauses? That'd be Lyall's thought. It's not the bird thing that startled him, after all, it was the words he didn't understand at all.

Here, have some words you probably won't understand at all, right back, Julien :D ]

Monocular cross-maginifation lenses. With spectra-modifier attachment. Or glassicals, for something a bit easier to swallow. A bit odd, aren't they? I got them at Christmas last year, when a number of us got those pulse-less "gifts" from our former selves.

[espigeonage]

[He's slightly compelled to greet people in a flashy foreign language. Jules goes with Elvish because he's gotta keep carrying the memory of that friend, I guess.]

Spectra-modifier? Lets you see into the UV or IR?

Lucky you, I just got a locker with candy in it.

[professorwolf]

Unfortunately it isn't that advanced. Victorian-era technology, and all that. What it can see I think is something else entirely, but I haven't figured out how to make that part work.

[He looks a bit sheepish, at that.]

I will admit, it has been fairly useful, and at the very least interesting. I wouldn't even have been able to eat candy, if my other self had attempted to gift it to me.

[espigeonage]

Aww, that's a pity. Didn't know your guy was old-timey! Mine's from the future somewhere, I don't have a year though.

So it's sugar in general you can't eat? Not just chocolate? I don't have a big sweet tooth, but that's pretty rough.

[professorwolf]

Processed sugars, mostly, but yes. I'm all right with fruit, but any sort of candy or treat like that simply isn't working well for me anymore. And I, unfortunately, do have a sweet tooth.

[He smiles sadly and shakes his head for the lost opportunity.]

[espigeonage]

Ouch. That sounds like some really pointless restriction. What about honey? And unprocessed stuff? My friend Liam is big on those things, he could find some.

[professorwolf]

I can't eat straight-up sugar, I've tried, though it may be different if I had sugar actually raw.

[He makes a face at the thought, though. Raw cane sugar doesn't really sound that appealing.]

Honey, I can have. It's turned me a bit on to tea, since I can't put sugar in my coffee anymore.

[espigeonage]

Heh. Aspartame and so on? Does the supernose give you a supertongue, too?

[Julien looks him up and down.] You need to make vegetarian ice cream. Frozen bananas, honey, a blender. It's almost exactly like ice cream as long as you eat it before it melts into just banana glop.