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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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Where: like a haunted mansion I guess Who: Open
"An interesting labryinth, isn't it?" Sybill hummed, hearing the soft swsh of the door open and close, not sure if it was a ghost or a person, but wanting to talk anyway. "One wonders when the real trouble will begin this time... At least everyone looks nice."
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where; sure whomst; open
"There's no rule that says you can't teach a self-defense class when you're pregnant. Besides, I'll have an assistant for the more rough and tumble parts. Once I find one."
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Location: Is there a queen throne? If so, at the queen’s throne. Present: James & ??? (open)
“It’s a pity they don’t let the general public vote on the queen thing. If there was a ballot box, I’d shove it full with Siriuseses’ name.”
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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?"
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where; near a creek with; open
“I know you think you want to do that, but I think you should reconsider, mate.”
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where; sure whomst; open
"So it really is happening, then?" Hamish asked, fidgeting with the origami bear he'd taken to carrying with him. "This whole... war thing. Everyone's serious about it."
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where; festivals grounds with; open
“there’s mead? well, alright. let’s make some questionable decisions boys and girls.”
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where; close to flame with; open
“no, no. it’s really only on fire until I put it out... so where is the extinguisher? or my wand? where is anything? why do I only see screwdrivers? these are not flame retardant.”
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where: Chez Wiz sports bar with: open to anyone
"Thought the day would never end." Greta sighed while wiping the the corner of the bar before throwing the towel on the other side with the rest of them were. Such a busy, busy day at her bar, The Chez Wiz, where a lot of her costumers were sitting around to watch the next big sporting event. Everyone was either very excited from the game and atmosphere of the sports bar, or complaining about their team losing and debating with their peers about game moves.
Finally, the bar had wind down where only a few stragglers remained before Greta had to close up for the night. She was mainly speaking to herself after the chaos, and even though sales were up from the nights events, she couldn't help but feel the exhaustion settling in after such a rush.
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where; public with; open
indi startled. “do you always sneak up on people like that? I’ll get you a bell or something.”
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Who: Open Where: Anywhere (though likely some cafe or other)
“If you try to sneak a peak over my shoulder one more time whilst I’m journalling I won’t be held responsible for what becomes of your eyeballs.”
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where; somewhere in london whomst; open
Patrick had been at the library looking up what sort of things someone needed to even get married when he stopped short in the middle of the street. “Oh shit,” he realized, “I’m gonna need a better suit.”
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where; a fountain with; open
kaz closed the precisely folded parchment. her eyes were trained on a distant spot in the horizon and her mouth was pressed into a hard and unamused line. she opened the letter and started to read through it from the top. again. it was still just as nitpicking and frustrating. “are all mothers like this? or is mine just specifically, spectacularly insufferable?”
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where: haunted ballroom who: anyone
cooper cleared his throat, trying to keep his emotions in check. "they look happy, don't you think? i'm not even sure i should interrupt." he didn't say who they were, but it was clear who he was looking at through his mask. the dancing couple lovingly gliding across the ballroom. his parents.
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