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Lestat de Lioncourt ([personal profile] marquisdemort) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2023-10-01 01:04 pm

Danse Macabre

Who: Lestat, Claudia, OPEN
What: A ball and a threat
Where: The square
When: Start of the month
Warnings: Violence, Blood, See notes for second prompt. Must fill out linked permissions to interact with second prompt. Prompt one is OPEN for all, will be marked as needed



The ball naturally wasn’t as lavish as either of them might have liked, but a decided effort had been made to make it a night to be remembered. Claudia may have called in favours from her witch friend to decorate and transform the outdoor space surrounding the fountain. A party in the autumn back in Louisiana meant a parade of costumes, broken windows, bursts of fire and giggling in every shadowy corner; the air was sweet with candy, and rich with sweat. Around every corner, there was a thrill to set the heart hammering.

The square surrounded by the lively diner, hotel and hospital, where the ever glowing orb illuminated the water of the murmuring fountain, was transformed as the sun set. It was lit by candles, dripping wax onto the cobblestones or cornices, and all guttering at once with every breeze but for those that only peeked through the eyes of jack-o-lanterns, hung on sticks at every juncture. They watched over the revelry without blinking. There was an abundance of flowers, drenching whole surfaces and erupting in sprays up walls, dried and fresh and making the air pungent as petals flitted into the dancing flames around them. The food was more rich yet, buffets of cakes and punch bowls arrayed around a patio of tables to sit and indulge in sugar and liquor, or just listen to the swing music played in eerie tandem from the crackling gramophones hung from the sides of buildings or upside down overhead. They blared with unfounded robustness, like a live band played and sometimes stumbled, around a dance floor littered with confetti and where coloured cards hung nearby for someone to shyly match should they be in need of a partner.

It might have been easier to meet one at any of the games throughout the square, especially the ‘apple’ bobbing, where names of the townsfolk were written on each round, red piece of fruit that floated on the surface of black water in bowls wrapped in glittering streamers. Matching the name to a face could be a challenge, though, as even those arriving without a costume prepared were furnished with a mask and hat, fashioned after clowns and cats and silver screen monsters. Those who didn’t know what their next step should be should maybe start with a fortune game, where plucking a tooth from the mouth of a black cat would reveal if one was destined to marry late in life, or die in a tragic accident.

There was a long night ahead to explore all that this party had to offer, the candles all illuminating as the last glow of the sun faded from the horizon. Claudia watched over it in a voluminous dress of gold and pink, and from behind a matching mask topped with the tiara of a princess. In so much fabric, she looked like a doll sat among the jack-o-lanterns, still but for her wide, dark eyes.
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[personal profile] thepurpleone 2023-10-01 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He's never been to a ball before, but for all that the suggestion of one in an abandoned city on an alien planet seems outright frivolous, maybe a little frivolity might be what everyone needs. Besides, a costumed ball sounds fancy, and he loves the excuse to dress up. Blowing a few of his Replicator privileges for something dressy is totally worth it. You can't wear a hoodie to a ball!

It's amazing what a bit of redecorating does for an otherwise familiar space, and since he doesn't have his phone, Donnie's making thorough use of his tablet, taking many selfies while internally lamenting the lack of social media. He's donned a snappy top hat with a purple plume stabbed through its band, and a Phantom-esque half mask in glittering purple. The music may not be quite his preference but he finds it catchy enough to foot-tap and even dance a bit to even as he samples the food and drink.
Edited 2023-10-01 21:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] deal_me_in 2023-10-01 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, how nostalgic. Balls aren't really his thing, but the Hunter had been curious. How many people ever threw a ball around here? After wandering the festive grounds, Cayde's deposited himself in a chair, a glass in one hand, a cat mask perched over his face and a chicken settled on his shoulder.

"Kind of like the Festival of the Lost, back home," he says with a wistful smile, swirling his glass as he takes in the candlelit ambiance. He carefully sets Colonel on the table, pulling out a small pouch to set there for the hen to pick at while he lounges to people watch for a bit.
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[personal profile] crystalmaster 2023-10-02 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Radley is honestly not as fond of dressing up, but he does like some traditional Spanish wear from time to time. He shows up dressed as a clean-shaven Zorro. He wasn't about to pass up a ball, something so unusual in these parts. And he's pleased to recognize music from home, albeit not his usual favorite decade or genre.

He partakes much in the food and will be happy to dance if anyone wishes it. He's really very good. He may even ask someone for a dance if they seem interested in dancing in general.
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[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2023-10-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Steve has no idea where he was supposed to find a costume, but he has found a plaid shirt and he's carrying around a piece of wood. Lumberjack, definitely. Sort of? At least he's trying.

"Oh," he says, smiling since he finally recognizes someone's costume. "Zorro. Nice mask."
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[personal profile] crystalmaster 2023-10-03 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Radley smiles, pleased to be recognized. "You have good taste. Thanks! Your costume is cool too." It's simple, but it certainly works.
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[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2023-10-03 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, thanks," he says. "Pretty last-minute. I'm Steve, by the way. I think I've seen you around town." He should, he comes to the diner enough.
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[personal profile] crystalmaster 2023-10-03 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen you too," Radley says. "I'm Radley."
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[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2023-10-03 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you're Radley." He holds out his hand for Radley to shake. "It's nice to meet you."
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[personal profile] crystalmaster 2023-10-03 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Radley shakes his hand. "So, what do you think of this party?"
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[personal profile] belladonic 2023-10-03 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't have to wait long for the people to come to him. It was obvious on her approach what her goal was, even as she had to struggle around chairs in her wide skirt, as her red eyes remained locked on the table all the way up until she came to a stop just a few steps away. Then she glanced between Cayde and the chicken, hands up before her, first in loose fists, then pressed together like she was trying not to clap. Without offering, or waiting, for a greeting, she was then finishing her journey right up to Cayde's seat, and climbing up onto it with him, an arduous journey under all of the fabric of her costume and was tall enough to leave her legs swinging freely once she had settled on his knee where she could fold her arms on the table to rest her chin, bringing her level with the bird.
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[personal profile] deal_me_in 2023-10-03 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The Exo watched the girl be drawn like some gravitational pull to the little space he and Colonel occupied, a faint glow of blue peering out from one of the cut-out eyes of his cat mask. He watched her pause there, and then resume her trek, even as the chicken remained unbothered, pecking at some mixed grains from the pouch, already partially spilled across the table.

And then his vision is entirely taken up by fabric, which had him make a small noise of surprised protest. But despite all the layers, the girl wasn't all that big or heavy, although this was besides the point.

All the while, Colonel continued to eat.

"...um. Excuse me?"
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[personal profile] belladonic 2023-10-03 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Claudia had become quite resigned to the idea that she was never going to see a familiar animal here, so the appearance of what seemed to be a perfectly normal chicken was suddenly intriguingly exotic. What she was used to seeing blustering across the street fairly regularly was now a rare intrigue, though this was not the only reason she ignored this gentle protest from the chicken's friend.

"Are there more chickens here?" she asked, not looking around to the weird, mechanical man, watching the bird at her food like she was entranced.
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[personal profile] thepurpleone 2023-10-03 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Surprisingly, yes," Donnie says, distracted as he takes a sip from a glass before making a face.

"I think the apple cider's a bit off." Or maybe it's not apple cider. He sniffs at it, but something at the back of his mind nags at him. There's something familiar about that voice, isn't there?
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[personal profile] deal_me_in 2023-10-03 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Treated like a chair, how rude. Cayde wasn't one to go tossing girls off, however, so he shrugged and dealt with it for the moment.

Besides, who was he to get mad at a kid who was clearly so curious about his chicken?

"Sadly, no. Colonel appeared by her lonesome one day. Guess the Agrii brought her from home to keep me company. Or prevent an uprising due to my absence, I like to think it's the latter."
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[personal profile] tyrants_son 2023-10-03 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The warlord had largely kept to himself and the shadows, but as these revelations were spoken, he stepped out just enough to be seen. His arms were folded across his chest, his unseen face turned towards the strange pair.

"Your terms leave little option for refusal, and yet assume much. Will you make this a slaughter?" He could hear Felspring sigh.

"You have nothing to offer me that I do not already possess. Even so I find little need nor urge to bend a knee for such a whim."
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[personal profile] spinsandneedles 2023-10-03 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonic came here to PARTAAAAYYYY, but for him this feels less like a PARTY and more like Old People Theme Night at granny's bingo night. Like he can totally still party? Stuff his face and jam to some grandma tunes?

Well, at least there's food. He doesn't bother dressing up (because pants are too much effort), but he is rocking a pretty cool mask while he goes around bugging people or eating.

"Man, I've been to funerals that were more lively than this. Next time someone throws a party, we need to find some strobe lights and subwoofers."
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[personal profile] belladonic 2023-10-03 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The lack of chickens for her to bond with was sad, but unsurprisingly, so Claudia's pout was only brief before she was creeping one hand across the table to tug at the edge of the bag that Colonel was plucking. Her singular appearance made it sound like she was just like anyone else that had appeared here, taken from home with the assumption that she was going to help rebuild this city, and to Claudia this did seem perfectly sound as she tipped her head over onto her ear to consider the chicken at another angle. She wasn't any more or less likely than anyone else Claudia had met here to be able to do that kind of work. Animals were animals. She was decidedly remarkable for a chicken, though. "She sounds very important," Claudia noted, either for her perceived city-building talents or for her ability to lead a protest. "Where I'm from, people mostly eat chickens." Claudia wrinkled her nose, like this might have been distasteful. "Or sometimes...Do you know what voodoo is?"
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[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2023-10-04 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"It's nice. There's a lot more refreshments than what I would've pictured for a place like this. I like the spirit." He means of everyone getting together for a masquerade despite their current situation.
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[personal profile] deal_me_in 2023-10-04 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Colonel paused as fingers entered her line of vision, watching as her food was being pulled away. She cocked her head before pecking a bit at the seed on the table, taking her time as though trying be subtle about following the food, but she did inch closer to Claudia.

"Oh, she is the most important chicken in the Last City," Cayde said proudly. "No one can eat her on a clear conscience- she helped us take back our home after all. A war veteran even!" He chuckled.

"Voodoo...oh, I've heard of it. Might be kind of inaccurate though. Chickens a common ingredient?"
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[personal profile] crystalmaster 2023-10-04 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, our hosts really came up with a lot!" Radley says. "I wonder who they are, really." He knows very little, if anything, about either of them.
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[personal profile] belladonic 2023-10-04 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
At this, and the image of a chicken on the front lines of some kind of siege, Claudia finally raised her head to properly look around at the mechanical man, cheeks sucked in and lips bunched together like she knew she was being toyed with, but didn't have the language to argue the details; a naive frustration. "I've never seen a chicken do that. My uncle would just grab them up and chop their heads off, and he was such a drunk he couldn't barely do up his pants by himself."

She turned back to Colonel, considering her as parts now, and without a great answer for the mechanical man. "I don't know about ingredient, like that. But the women in the Quarter would sometimes give me chicken feet, and sometimes tell me to offer them to St. Peter for protection," she said. She hadn't spent much time in church, and none of the books on the supernatural or occult had much to say about the rituals she saw happening in the streets of the French Quarter, so she couldn't really verify any part of the claim except that she had always made these women very sorry and scared for her, and they'd say they would ask their ancestors to watch over her even as the life drained out of them. She did keep some of the feet. She did have reason to believe in the supernatural. "So maybe she does protect you," Claudia had to concede, though she still was skeptical of how rightfully the Colonel had earned her title.
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[personal profile] deal_me_in 2023-10-04 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The cat mask didn't help dismiss that air of mischief, blue glinting from the tapering eye-slits. Cayde wagged a finger in the air.

"Fearless, that's what Colonel is. She didn't flinch as she drew out our enemies, these giant space-rhinos even bigger than me! And when she had their attention, I dropped down and knifed 'em in the back. Great teamwork. We wracked up quite a score."

He dropped his chin over the knuckles of his free hand, still playing with his wine glass in the other. "Heh, protect me? Maybe. She's a special little hen. Wouldn't send her back to the farm, I think she's earned her place with the Guardians."

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