#ahevent017

[ajaxthegraves]

where; masquerade

God he felt more alive than he ever had. His skin hummed with it, all the Past in this place. It tugged at the corner of his eyes and the tips of his fingers. “Do you think they’re going to make us leave here eventually? I like it here.”

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[anna-wit-locked]

Where; masquerade

“Can you say that slower, please?” Anna asked as she tugged the corners of her mask in frustration. It was gorgeous, it was, but god it messed with all her new processes. Half of the masks others had on covered their mouths. What was the point of that? “Just one more time?”

[notwaldenpond]

Where; masquerade

“I’m not going in there.” Walden snapped. He’d rather spend time in the library with the ghost of that dickwad of a father than that room full of memories of his earliest sins. “Pick anywhere else, we’ll go there.”

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[sybilltrelxwney]

where: outside the drawing room who: open

Sybill had not even seen many photos Cassandra was in, thanks to those that came after her trying to erase what they considered a black spot on their reputation. It was unfair, that this tableu of her desperation was the most she had ever seen of the late Trelawney Seer. She couldn't look away.

Couldn't help but wonder if this was where she was headed. Was seeking to join The Order really a good idea? Sybill startled when someone drew close, finally blinking her gaze away from the begging, but still able to hear it over the rest of the background noise. Would anyone else even know who she was? "Do you think they intend to grace everyone with their own personal hauntings, or did they pick and choose targets?"

[sybilltrelxwney]

"That might mean something, if I knew who your boss was." Sybill said, turning from the window, "though he sounds on the moeny to me, so far." Of course the point here was that no one had chance to prepare. Even she hadn't seen it coming. "Hmm, I'll be keeping an eye on staircases. What do you make of it all, then?"

"You sound just like my boss." Leon said as he itched at where the mask met skin. There didn't seem to be much of a point to trying to pry it off. "Only he'd probably add something about vigilance or how you can never really overprepare." He looked around with a cautious eye. "At least for the moment the layout hasn't changed."

[beryl-roll]

"Maybe, but it was helpful when I missed you." He said, eyeing the place where Strife's... something had disappeared. It had been downright eerie seeing both of them in the same place. "She definitely was you. Spitting replica. Now would be a great time to admit you have a secret clone."

"visiting graves is a weird practice no matter what. it is literally a glorified rock, or well, in some cases... twigs that mark where bones decay." strife pointed out. admittedly, she fucking loved to hang out in graveyards and cemetery's, even a single grave off the beaten path called to her, but that had less to do with the sentimentality of death and more to do with aesthetic and vibe. "and she was me, right?" she asked, just to be certain.

[finnegan-again]

"In your defense, Pen's more talented than most people I know." Except for Carolina. He was pretty sure Lena was the most talented, beautiful person in the world. Patrick glanced down at where Clem was indeed hiding and gave her a wave. "Nice to see ya, Clem. Shey was asking for you the other day."

"she is a lot more talented than I am. honestly, I've found that if you just hit them hard enough, it intimidates a lot of people into thinking that you are better at this thing than you really are, and do you really reckon I would be this calm if I did not know where my niece was right now?" scout nodded her head beneath the table where a girl with white mask snapped a picture on a camera in her hands. "she's coping with a few things. ow-! don't kick me!"

[glitteringxgilderoy]

It had taken Gilderoy a moment to place the woman. She was a different sort of beautiful when not outside. Felicity. The one who could play the harp. “You heard it too? In your dreams?” He could barely remember it now.

where; haunted mansion with; open

there was music coming from somewhere. it sounded like a lovely melody right outside the window perhaps. a whisper of a song that kept felicity lulled under the heavy influence of a sandman. it felt like she had been sleeping a long time when the cold feeling of being watched suddenly startled her awake. "where did the music go?"

[sybilltrelxwney]

"Yeah, I usually have a sense for certain things too... I don't think this place intends to be helpful in that regard, though." At least, any of the normal things Sybill felt pulling at her conscousness were dulled, distracted by this strange setting. She quirked a brow, humming, "do you not think that debacle with the May Queen might be more the sort of statements people pay attention to these days?"

"It probably won't be too hard, I bet if I start doing something really stupid she'll show up to make fun of me for it." He said cheerfully. Percy had a knack for knowing when he was up to dumb shit. Probably twin senses. "Usually when people make a statement they just release it to the press." Hamish joked. "But I suppose this counts as one too."

[ajaxthegraves]

"That's some serious magic, if that's what it is." Ajax said, trying to think back to work the other day, and if anything had gone missing in the Department. "Though it feels a little bit like walking through someone's memories. Everything has more tone than a place's memory, or an object."

He stilled a little at the mention of their parents. "I dunno, haven't found them yet if they are. Do you want them to be?"

"maybe they aren't ghosts then. I mean, we know what ghosts are. they are the incorporeal spirits of the deceased, and they can be affected by magic which means there is a definite nature and rule set to them. what you are seeing may just be... a pocket in time of some sort." it was very curious. as ajax took her hand, the area near them came into better focus. tig still could not see, but feel through her brother the auras of shapes and patterns in the room. it was one of those triplet things, probably. "do you think mom and dad are here?"

[sybilltrelxwney]

Sybill glanced at him, her brows furrowed, "can't you?" She questioned, a bit surprised. True, she couldn't point her finger at one lone culprit, but she could certainly put together a list. Hell, she had one tucked into her sofa cushions just incase.

"I'll tell her." She assured him, shaking her head, "don't go under a lie, that won't help your cause any." It was a habit Sybill was guilty of herself far too often, keeping things so carefully under wraps.

So coreographed in some ways, but not others. "They're confident that none of us would be able to figure out how to leave if we put our heads together." She summised, sighing. "They don't think we can do any damage together, they don't need to supervise or control us beyond.. What, timing and location?"

He shrugged. "Who knows. It seems to target everyone equal opportunity, I can't imagine who would want everyone all off kilter." Except for maybe the Muggles, but this had magic written all over it. Maybe they teamed up with someone. This wasn't really the brand of mystery he liked solving though.

"Would you really?" He asked, perking up. "I could probably get some Polyjuice and visit under a disguise, but that just feels so dishonest. I don't want to see her as someone else."

Ajax took a moment to redirect himself, wrapped in thoughts of Nessie. "Dunno, I haven't noticed too many patterns about who's grouping where. Suppose they want us all in the dining room eventually."

[notwaldenpond]

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"My nanny." He said, pinched. Walden didn't want to make things worse for her. "I've seen her enough, I don't need to see her more." His face twitched and grew dark. "Antonin's. Shame you can't kill someone twice."

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"what is in the room?" narcissa asked, tilting her head curiously. she had a terrible migraine and her words were clipped and curt. "why do you not want to go in? and which father is in the library?"

[sybilltrelxwney]

Sybill shrugs, "feels a bit like one to me. At the very least I think we're supposed to feel quite turned around." She hums and shakes her head, "I get the sense this is meerly... The stage. You know, like the may fair. Lulled into mere discomfort, blind to disaster ahead." She'd always been quite comfortable with the morose and foreboding as theories, even if the reality shook her a bit." She looked down, swishing the skirt of her dress a little, smiling. "Thankyou, dear. I tend to favor more blue shades, but I do think this is nice. It's good to see you, even if these strange circumstances. Have you been well?"

"Is this weird old house supposed to be a maze then?" She questioned, fingertips trailing over fading wallpaper. The design would have been pretty, once upon a time. "Since no-one seems to know how we got here or why we're here, I'd say the real trouble has already begun... though it doesn't feel like trouble." Nothing felt quite so bad to Vareena any more. Her therapist, had she decided to keep her around, would probably have thrown out words like 'denial' and 'disassociation' but she didn't care. Playing with the edge of her dress she smiled, "you look beautiful, Sybill. You should wear that colour more often."

[ajaxthegraves]

"At least this time nothing's caught fire." He said optimistically before adding, "Yet." Things seemed to catch fire a lot more often these days, it was disconcerting. The Ministry really ought to invest in a fire-fighting department or something. "Whoever it was probably either had a Legilimens, or an army of boggarts. Though it seems to be all people, so many the first one. That, or maybe it's just the house. Some places are much more attuned to our minds than others. It's one of the reasons I'm not allowed at Loch Ness any more."

Right. Ajax lived with one foot in the past all the time anyway, this must feel like finally taking a whole breath. Sybill was all future, so she just felt... Well, a little worse than she normally did in the present. "It's... Certainly a spectacle." She hummed, "I wonder who concocted the whole thing. That's what's unnerving."

[sybilltrelxwney]

"Well, you were the one questioning my assertion that there would be." Sybill pointed out, shaking her head. "Trelawney. What about you, hm? Do I get your name, or must i simply stand here being subjected to the third degree as if we are not quite clearly in the same boat." She gestured to the mask on her face and huffed, moving away towards one of the windows. "Oh good you're a journalist, and here I was worried I'd bumped into someone who didn't know how to keep their mouth shut in strange and dangerous new environments. I'm not saying to rely on anyone, dear. I'm saying look around. This is all very orchestrated, there's not going to be a shortcut to the end. By all means, wonder away, but there are better questions to ask."

her hands twitched, itching to find her quill and journal and began writing it all down. "did I say I thought there wouldn't be? sybill who?" auden tried to entertain potential purposes for their presence here. a way out of here would following figuring out a reason for this. "cool off?" she bristled. what a nightmare. there was no chance from here to hades that auden was going to stand about until something went wrong. the bloodtraitor scar was clear across her chest in this costume. "and no one will have a clue until someone discovers one. my job is comprised largely of figuring that sort of thing out about a bunch of people who can't really answer questions anyway. why would I rely on anyone withholding knowledge on their terms? that is a fast track to willful ignorance and then swaths of history are lost. I don't need them."

[beryl-roll]

"Well, this is even weirder than visiting your grave." Beryl said lightly. He doubted either version of her wanted to see him, but that was their sorry luck wasn't it? This was the main stairs. "I can see her, too. So you're not currently delirious or bonkers."

where; haunted mansion, stairwell with; open

"well that is.... downright unsettling." strife stood at the base of the stairwell and stared up into her own eyes. a phantom sporting her face stood at the top of stairs and scowled down at her. she visibly bristled. "do you see that bean too or have I finally crossed the threshold from hyperbolic delirium into full blown bonkers?"