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[wehaveagathering]

Making a graph of my post-game vibes after every flyers game for the 2023-24 season || 10/82

PHI v BUF 11.1.23: 5-2 loss

Current standing: 4-5-1

[famedexclusivearchive]

[ARTICLE] GOLD STAR MEDIA TO HOST HALLOWEEN PARTY FOR SECOND TIME

Following the media success of Gold Star Media’s Halloween party in 2018, fans and press alike waited for news of a followup in 2019, only for Gold Star to pass up hosting the event for a second year in a row.

Gold Star Media has now announced they will once again be hosting a Halloween party this year with attendees from their own company as well as BC Entertainment and Dimensions Entertainment and several other hot figures in the entertainment industry. According to industry insiders, an invite to the party was a hot ticket after Gold Star’s inaugural event saw such praise for attendees’ exciting Halloween looks.

This year, Gold Star has announced the party will have a theme beyond Halloween; it will be a masquerade ball with a “Modern Fairy Tale” theme. Media insiders suggest an even larger amount of attention will be showered on the event’s red carpet by media and fans this year.

The party will happen on Halloween night at an undisclosed venue.

ADMIN NOTES:

It’s time for a Halloween event! Gold Star Media has decided to follow up their successful 2018 Halloween party with another one two years later, this time themed as a masquerade ball. In addition to being a masquerade ball, the event is “Modern Fairy Tale” themed. All idols are expected to attend unless there are major extenuating circumstances such as illness or injury (which should be cleared with the admin, please!).

All attendees to the party are expected to adhere to a roughly creative black tie dress code and are required to bring a masquerade-style mask to accompany their outfit. They are also asked to keep in mind the fairy tale theme of the event, though they may interpret this as they wish; they may choose to dress up in a way that recalls a familiar fairy tale character or simply embody an elegant fairy tale-esque look, and they may choose to modernize it as little or as much as they want. A regular Halloween costume look isn’t expected or likely possible due to the dress code.

Idols will work with company stylists to choose their outfit. They’ll have more say in their look and more freedom than they normally do, but their outfit must still remain public-friendly and appropriate to their group or canon soloist image, i.e. a WISH or Lucid member won’t show up in a daring V-neck cutout dress.

Idol attendees will not be permitted a plus one and couple outfits must be avoided. Idols who serve as ambassadors of brands lending themselves to black tie attire at the time of the event may be encouraged or required within their deal to wear that brand in some way.

There will be a red carpet before entering the event for pictures that will be released as publicity. Group members will arrive at the event with their managers in vans and the rest of their group and photos on the red carpet will be taken in groups and then individually. Appointments at their regular salon will be made available for idols to schedule in advance if necessary. The red carpet will begin at 6pm, while the main event inside the venue will begin at 7pm.

The party will take place at a large modern ballroom-style event venue outside of Seoul proper, which will be decorated with modern, elegant decorations matching a typical modern masquerade ball look with a gold, white, and black color scheme.

Managers and other company employees, including CEO Bang Sunyoung herself for a period of time, will be present at this party, though press will not be allowed inside the venue beyond the red carpet.

Having a masquerade mask will be mandatory, and wearing it inside the venue is encouraged in the spirit of the event. 

Activities & Locations Overview:

The entrance lobby is where all attendees will congregate after exiting the red carpet to have their invitations and identities checked before being allowed into the event.

The main room of the event is a large ballroom set up with elegant decor in shades of gold, white, and black (decor examples: 1, 2, 3). Attendees are free to seat themselves as they wish at the tables places along the exterior of the ballroom, though they are reminded that staff is in attendance at the event and they must be on good behavior. Waiters and waitresses will still be present with trays of hors d'oeuvres such a gourmet cheeses, caviar, spiced walnuts, and crab and avocado toast and flutes of champagne, as well as sparkling mineral water for those who do not drink. A live string quartet has been hired for the evening and they will play a mix of classical favorites, songs from fairy tale media, and spooky classics such as horror movie themes. From 9pm onward, the string quartet will leave and be replaced by a DJ to end the night on a more high-energy note. At this point, the central dance floor of the ballroom is expected to become a central part of the event.

Escape room, a section of rooms of the venue have been set aside and taken over by a top escape room company, who has set up a personalized escape room situation within the venue created just for the event. They’ll allow in groups of six to eight people in at a time to solve the fairy tale-themed escape room. The escape room has a time limit of forty minutes with a predicted 60% success rate.

A lawn outside the back of the ballroom. At 10:30PM, there will be a viewing on the lawn of a scary movie on a large screen. Blankets will be laid out on the ground to keep attendees’ expensive outfits from getting dirtied and a smaller selection of small tables around the outskirts of the lawn will also be available.

A garden also outside the back of the ballroom. This features a walking path through a professionally-designed flower garden. Past the flower garden is a small hedge maze lit by lanterns to keep in the spirit of the event. 

Photo booths are set up throughout the venue which are free to use. The photo booths include a variety of Halloween- and fairy tale-themed props and offer the option to have the photos sent to your phone or printed off in a traditional photo booth manner.

A scavenger hunt will take place during the full duration of the event. A sign in the entrance lobby before entering the ballroom informs guests that there are six small white jack-o-lanterns hidden throughout the venue with numbers attached and guests that find all six numbers for a special code will win be entered into a lottery to win prizes such as tickets to Everland, a free stay at a resort on Jeju Island, etc. (The jack-o-lanterns can be found as follows: one in the ballroom on a table, one in the ballroom next to the stage with the string quartet, one in the entrance lobby on a white chair, one in the garden against the edge of a flower bed, one down an incorrect path in the maze, and one in a photo booth.) Winners of the lottery will be announced at the end of the event.

Timeline:

6pm-7pm: Red carpet for press photos.

7pm~12am: Masquerade ball main event.

7pm-9:25: String quartet as musical guest in ballroom.

9:25-9:30: Short speech by CEO Bang Sunyoung as a host representative before she leaves the event. The presence of staff members grows steadily more scarce after this point as they begin to leave for the night.

9:30pm~12am: DJ as musical guest in ballroom.

10:30pm~12am: Scary movie screening on back lawn (optional, guests may come and go).

Overall:

In game, this event takes place on the night of Saturday, October 31 from 6pm KST to shortly after midnight, but threads and other posts for this event may be started from Sunday, October 4 at 12am EDT / Sunday, October 4 at 1pm KST (the time this post goes up), to Saturday, October 31 at 11:59pm EDT / Sunday, November 1 at 12:59pm KST.

Threads may be continued past the end date, but must be started before then. Non-event related interactions may be conducted during this time as well.

NOTE: All posts related to the event should be tagged #fmdhalloween2020. Remember to use #fmdcall if you want to post a plot or starter call for the event, which I encourage everyone to do!

POINTS AVAILABLE:

As with all events, there are special points up for grabs.

INTERACTIONS: Having an event thread with a starter and at least three replies (starter ▻ partner reply  ▻ op reply  ▻ partner reply) by the end of the event is worth 2 points. This is valid for up to ten threads per muse this time and the threads can take place during any part of the event.

INTERACTIONS: Having an event thread going with someone your muse has never had a thread with before is worth 1 additional point for each thread.

INTERACTIONS: Posting an open starter for the event is worth 2 points. This counts for up to one open thread starter (not a text/sms post) per character.

CHALLENGES & PROMPTS: Completing at least three of the six event writing challenges and prompts found here is worth five points. **Solos you may choose to do for this do count toward your monthly total. (This is an experimental addition to events to inspire threads and may or may not be used in future events.)

MISCELLANEOUS: Posting an aesthetic or headcanon of your muse’s outfit and mask for the event is worth 2 points and does not count toward your monthly total.

You can also earn the normal amount of points through writing self-paras, etc. related to the event!

If anything in this post is unclear or you have any questions, please feel free to contact the admin. Please like this post to let me know you read it.

[thepersianslipper]

The Game is Now

1 - General Information

The who, the what, the why, the when, the where?

A. The who

Sherlock - The Game Is Now is an escape room designed by Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat and Time Run (responsible for a series of renowned Escape Rooms in London).

B. The what

The official site��describes The Game Is Now as:

“The Official Sherlock Live Experience is a 100 minute immersive escape game for teams of 4-6 people.”

But then, if you scroll a bit further down, you get:

“Located in a secret venue in the heart of London, this 90-minute cinematic adventure combines the unique world of Sherlock with the very best of escape games.”

If you look at the article published online by the Evening Standard on 28/11/2018, you will read:

“Each team of four to six people goes to three “rooms” during the 60-minute game, solving mysteries to progress to the next stage. The nature of the “plot” is a secret, but one representative hinted that players will be more concerned with “saving themselves”, rather than other people. Teams get a 10-minute debrief at the end before moving on to an Arthur Conan Doyle bar for refreshments.” (...)“Tickets start at £54 a person, with the total experience taking 110 minutes.”

So, however long the Escape Room actually is, we can count on a “cinematic experience”, that will include original video and audio sequences from the cast of the show. There will also be live actors which I assume will give us our briefing and debriefing.

The actual plot is still a mystery, but the official site gives us a tease in form of a small introduction:

“London needs Sherlock. Instead it has you. Sherlock is absent. As a rash of break-ins ripple across the capital, one thing is clear: his brilliance is required. Mycroft Holmes has put out the call. The Network seeks recruits: volunteers with sharp eyes, keen wits and a hunger for adventure. Can you step into the shoes of the legendary detective? Good luck: The Game Is Now.”

And two actual videos, one where Mycroft himself makes “an appeal” for us to join The Network and another where Sherlock calls out The Network members to “put everything aside” and help him on “the greatest crisis” of his career. (but wasn’t he supposed to be missing?)

Something is fishy. We’ll discuss the videos on a later post.

C. The why

Here is another important question we still can’t answer for sure.

For shits and giggles? like @marcelock hypothesized

For the money?

To actually move the plot forward?

To set a trap and incarcerate all Johnlockers and TJCLers in the basement to keep Arwel company? as @thejohnlockoutlet warned us

Some people have posted several theories. Even Mark Gatiss had something to say in the interview aired by BBC London News on 28/11/2018, uploaded by @theconsultingtranslator and transcribed by @garkgatiss:

MG: Wait, wait, that is Series Five! [more laughter] It’s very meta. The entire cast and crew are trapped inside their own escape room, for three 90-minute episodes—

I have my own theory, which I will share when we look at the videos.

D. The when

This is a topic that has sparked some confusion. The Escape Room was originally set to open on the 23rd of October, but then was pushed to early December, as we can see in the trailers that came out so far. I haven’t found any information about the actual day, though.

The same Evening Standard article I mentioned says that December will be the “soft-lauch” and that tickets are already sold-out for that month. For those who don’t know (and I didn’t, either), a “soft-lauch” is a release of a product to a limited public before being available to the general public. During that time, the production team will gather feedback and make adjustments before doing the “hard-launch” (i.e. release it to the general public). I imagine they have made the tickets available for a smaller amount of people so they can practice and make sure everything is running smoothly before opening to the bigger public in January.

Tickets are still available from January until May. We still don’t know if there is going to be new dates after that.

I’ve been poking around the official site and the not-very-user-friendly ticket calendar. It shows that indeed December is fully booked. The the calendar will show you all the possible (free and booked) slots for every day, even those in November when we knew the Escape Room was still closed. What caught my eye is that there are a few closed days, like the 25th and 31st of December (for obvious reasons) but also the 3rd of December. Could that be the opening day? I would imagine they would want to throw a party or do a press release or something.

D. The where

The location of the room was secret for a long time, but it has been made public since 28/11/2018 when the official tweeter feed twitted:

The official site now also has the more detailed information:

In sum, the Escape Room entrance will be found in West 12 Shopping Centre in Shepherd’s Bush in the guise of Doyle’s Opticians.

So, this is what I gathered from my “research”. Please feel free to comment and add any info you think is relevant.

Back to the Masterpost

Part 2 - Sneak Peeks - Before 28/11/2018

Part 2 - Sneek Peeks - After 28/11/2018. Doyle’s Opticians

@sherlockedcarmilla @fellshish @thejohnlockoutlet @todaywearesoldiers @88thparallel @elldotsee @sarahthecoat @why-cant-people-just-think @shadowvim

EDIT: corrected the OP of the BBC clip, thank you @waitedforgarridebs and @mollydobby for the heads up!

[officerjennie]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Itachi/Uchiha Shisui Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Kagami, Uchiha Mikoto, Uchiha Fugaku Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, mostly pre-slash, Rating May Change, No Underage Sex, Not promising regular updates Summary:

Snippets of Shisui's life, often revolving around his favorite, albeit rather withdrawn, cousin.

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October came and went, Shisui’s smile waxing and waning with the moon. Even Halloween had little flare, the chill in the air flushing his cheeks red and cracking the skin of his palms.

After November began too soon, he briefly considered making a fuss - but the dark circles under his mom’s eyes gave him pause, and the ever-growing distant look on his father’s face made up his mind.

Instead, Shisui sat in the floor of his room with a few of his old toys around him, quietly celebrating his late birthday with an imaginary too-sweet cake and hand-me-down presents.

His mother startled him awake the next morning with near desperate shaking of his shoulder. “Shisui, you sleep like the dead!” Shisui sat up, barely aware of his mother’s huffing and grumbling as he rubbed at his eyes.

“Kaa-san, it’s Saturday.” He continued to whine as his mother went about his room. She stopped at the toys in his floor, still placed in a semi-circle from his late-night celebration, and tisked before shoving them all into his toy basket.

“Must you leave your floor a wreck? And no, it’s Sunday - come on, Shisui, you need to get dressed.”

He held back a groan, but only barely, as she searched through his clothes for who-knows-what. As she went on mumbling to herself, he turned his head, eyeing his pillow briefly before shrugging and flopping back down. He threw the top of his futon over his head and once again was graced by the blissful warmth and darkness.

When his mother woke him up again, she was practically hissing in anger. She tossed his clothes down on the bed next to him, demanding he put them on quickly before coming down for breakfast.

“And,” she stopped in the doorway, a hand on the doorknob and her eyes narrowed, “do not. Make me come dress you.” She shut his door hard, the frame shaking slightly and leaving the room quiet.

Shisui pouted, fiddling with his night shirt. It was probably best to do as she said. He wasn’t the smartest kid in his class - his no-better-than-average grades would testify to that - but he could tell she was getting angry, and he hated when his mom was angry with him. So he abandoned the warmth and comfort of his futon, this time not bothering to hold back his groan, wondering where they could be going in such a hurry on a Sunday.

He got dressed quickly and headed out to the living room, sticking his legs under the kotatsu as he settled in - it wouldn’t be turned on for at least another month, but it was still warmer underneath the blanket. While he waited for breakfast, he poked at a small hole in his pants, rolling his eyes around the living room in hopes something would catch his attention.

The living room was small. Everything here was smaller - the bathroom, the kitchen, his room. There wasn’t even a balcony here for his mom’s plants like their last place. He remembered she had looked sad giving most of them away when they moved here.

They’d only been here a few months, and Shisui still didn’t like it. There was no upstairs, their neighbors were too loud, and everything felt too tight and too big all at once. Thinking about it for too long made his head and chest hurt.

His mother brought two plates from the kitchen and sat across the kotatsu from him. Leftover curry and rice. He scrunched up his nose but said nothing, picking up his spoon to at least poke at a carrot or two.

She didn’t let him laze around like usual, rushing them both out of the house and ignoring Shisui’s grumbling protests.

“Kaa-san, are we going to the shrine?” They were already walking down the stairs to the train station when he bothered to ask. Every month or so she would drag him to the local shrine. It hadn’t been something they’d done when he was younger, at least as far as he remembered, but it wasn’t like he minded the trips. He liked walking through the gardens, even if his mom often had to scold him for being too loud.

“No, we’re visiting my sister.” The gate beeped as they went through, his mom sticking their train card back in her wallet as they walked down yet another set of stairs.

Shisui frowned, scuffing his feet on the ground as they stopped to wait for the next train. He remembered he had an aunt. Sort of. She had long hair...and she was pale.. And she was at the doctor’s when- “Oh! The one who had akachan?” He’d only seen his baby cousin once, the one with really small hands and fingers and toes. “I forgot his name.”

“Itachi-chan, yes.” His mother had a faint smile on her face, the train blowing her hair even as it slowed in front of them. It was odd, because her eyes looked really sad. “He’s finally home, so I thought we should visit.”

“He wasn’t home? Where was he?”

“Shisui, he was sick, remember?” She smoothed a hand through his hair, keeping it on the back of his head as they entered the train cart and sat down.

“So he’s all better now?” A hand on his knee kept him from kicking his feet, as did a short and sharp look from his mother.

“No. He’s still sick. But Oba-san was a nurse, so she knows how to care for him.”

Shisui couldn’t recall ever visiting his oba-san and oji-san. Their house was a long walk away from the train station, and was an actual house! No apartment complex, it was a separate building from those around it, with its own garden in the back. The whole neighborhood was in private awe with Shisui as he stood staring. His mother was less impressed, shooing him up the walkway to the front door.

The lady who answered the door was a lot warmer than the last time he saw her. Her hair was no longer dull, her skin not sick and wet - there were a lot of lines around her eyes though, and there was something off about her wide smile that Shisui couldn’t quite put his finger on.

They were quickly ushered into the living room - Sakiko making sure to turn Shisui’s shoes at the entry, scolding him quietly as Mikoto, ever the perfect host, immediately brought out a tray of snacks and turned the electric kettle on. There were some snacks Shisui didn’t recognize, and he couldn’t read the kanji on them either. Mikoto noticed him hesistating and handed him one.

“Ringo Otome. They’re famous in Nagano. Fugaku just went on a business trip there. They go beautifully with green tea.”

It took nearly half an hour for Shisui to remember why they were there. He had eaten several of the ringo things, some ice cream mochi, and had started on his second cup of tea. His mother and aunt had been chatting back and forth. Most of the conversation bored Shisui - talk of his uncle, work, medication, uncle’s smoking habits. The last bit seemed to upset his aunt, her pleasant smile vanishing from her face.

“He tries to hide it, but comes home reeking of smoke, Saki.” Mikoto sat her tea cup down, reaching for one of the neatly folded cloth napkins she had placed out for them. Shisui watched as she refolded it, pressing each crease carefully. “It’s bad enough he’s smoking again, but lying to me?”

Shisui peeked up at her from behind his own cup. She was dabbing at the corners of her eyes. They looked full and unhappy, but she laughed and brushed it all away when Sakiko tried to comfort her.

“It’s just a lying husband. It’s not all that bad.”

Shisui scrunched up his eyebrows. He was always told not to lie, and got in big trouble when he did. Especially when he lied to kaa-san. If it hurt Mikoto oba-san so much, why wasn’t she upset? Or was she upset?

He nibbled on another otome. He didn’t really understand his oba-san, but he liked her well enough. And he decidedly did not like his oji-san already.

“...I know it’s hard on him, Saki, but I’m the one taking care of him. I give him his medication. I see what happened - what is happening - to our little boy. And yet he’s the one who’s sneaking around.” Mikoto’s voice got small again, and she looked exhausted, as if mentioning her son brought all the pain she hid to the surface.

Wait, her son...?

“Ita-chan is home, right?” Shisui forgot instantly why he was brought up, excitement bubbling up and causing him to grin wide. “Where is he?” Even knowing he wasn’t in the room couldn’t stop him from whipping his head back and forth, hoping to catch a glimpse of his little cousin.

Mikoto frowned ever so slightly. “He’s in his room resting at-”

“Where’s his room?” Shisui was up in a heartbeat, ready to make a beeline for his cousin. Sweets and tea were nice, but his legs were itchy, and his thoughts got too loud and fast when he had to sit still for so long. Maybe they could play tag? Or build something? Maybe he had video games?

His thoughts were cut short by his aunt’s stern but gentle voice. “Shisui, Itachi is ill. He can’t play like normal boys. He needs to sleep.”

Shisui whined and pouted at that, much to his mother’s embarrassment and horror, but eventually was scolded into sitting quietly as the two women went back to chatting away. He eyed the two warily, plotting his escape.

It turned out his plotting was unnecessary - though he was sad to scrap the great Bathroom plan (pretend he had to pee and wander the house until he found his cousin). His aunt had recently started a tiered herb garden - “I can’t leave Itachi alone,” she explained, a slight pained expression on her face, “and a normal babysitter just can’t handle him” - and insisted on showing Sakiko. To his delight, Shisui was told to stay inside at the kotatsu. He put on his most innocent face, big eyes and smile, and promised not to move an inch.

Mikoto gushed at how cute Saki’s boy was. Sakiko looked unconvinced, but followed her imouto outside anyway.

He jumped up as soon as the backdoor shut behind them. They had passed some stairs on their way in, and he bolted up them now. He tried a few doors in his search, finding a bathroom, a large bedroom, a drab room with a desk and far too many cabinets, until at last he found the right one.

Itachi’s room was larger than his own, but the space didn’t make it as inviting as it should. The whole room seemed cold. There were no pictures on the wall, no toys scattered about. Shisui suddenly remembered where he first met his aunt, in a cold room that smelled so clean it burned his nose. Everything about this room made him want to leave.

Until a big pair of tired eyes caught his own.

Tiny, pale fists wiped at those big eyes, the small boy yawning as he sat up in his bed. He peeked at Shisui curiously, but didn’t make to get up or greet him.

Shisui didn’t know why he expected Itachi to be his age - he puffed out a cheek, upset at himself. Of course his cousin was younger. Of course he was smaller.

Was he supposed to be that small though?

Now, Shisui wasn’t great at a lot of things. He hated numbers, refused to type at computers, and had nearly sprained his ankle the last time he “played” baseball. But he knew he was great at talking to people. He made friends easily, and people loved being around him.

He was told Itachi wasn’t like normal boys, but Shisui wouldn’t let that stop him. He grinned wide at the boy as he plopped right next to him on the bed, earning an even bigger eyed stare than before.

“Hi. i’m Shisui. We’re cousins, but I don’t have any brothers, so call me Shisui-nii, okay?”

The boy blinked his doe eyes at Shisui in response. Shisui looked around the room again, his smile unwavering. “You don’t have any video games, do you?” Blink. “Well, what do you do for fun?” Blink.

Shisui huffed and threw his hands back at the bed, leaning on them. He frowned up at the ceiling for a minute before looking back over at his cousin. “You have toys, don’t you?”

Itachi cocked his head to one side, staring at Shisui for another minute. He didn’t look sad, or happy, or angry, or even tired anymore. Shisui scrunched up his nose, studying his little cousin as Itachi did the same with him. Eventually, ever so slowly, the younger boy crawled out from underneath his covers and placed his bare feet on the floor, heading for his closet. Shisui noted his night clothes had little black birds on them, and found it utterly adorable.

Itachi came out of the closet with his arms full. He gingerly placed his findings on the bed, then sat himself in-between Shisui and the stack of books.

He nearly groaned as Itachi carefully looked at each book. “Those aren’t toys. Those are booooorrring.”

Itachi seemed to ignore his whining, carefully picking up his books and studying the covers until he found the right one. With his decision made, he handed it to Shisui and looked up at him, big, quiet eyes and long lashes and too-pale skin.

Shisui looked down at his cousin. He had bandaids on his upper arms, pink with kittens on them. His wrists were so small he looked fragile. “What do you want me to do with this?” He finally looked at the book in his lap, and remembered seeing it somewhere before - it was about a turtle and a cat. One for little kids, too.

“Read to me?”

Shisui blinked down at his little cousin. His voice was small, but he didn’t sound nervous. Just quiet. He nodded slowly, though he wasn’t nearly as reluctant as he made himself out to be. “But just one, I’m too big to read this stuff.”

Itachi’s smile wasn’t big like Shisui’s. It was quiet, just like his voice and eyes. But Shisui found it fit his Itachi perfectly, and grinned right back at him before launching into the story.

By the time Sakuko and Mikoto discovered them, Shisui had read through the stack and started over, Itachi curled up tight against his chest with his eyes barely open. He was scolded the whole way home for not listening, but he found, for once, he couldn’t feel sorry for what he did - even if he was grounded and told several times how serious Itachi’s “condition” was.

He curled up in bed that night and slept peacefully. For once, he didn’t dream about moving or his father’s raised voice, but of ways to make Itachi smile.

[ohsweetflips]

hawk in the raven nest, chapter twelve

chapter summary: do you really get used to all the orange. do you really.

A/N: thank you for reading!!! feedback is appreciated!!!

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There were many things Nathaniel did not like about the Palmetto State Foxes. He didn’t like that they were a team of rejects that received so much publicity when it should be going to teams that deserved it, like the Ravens, or even the Trojans. He didn’t like how they managed to keep their Class I rank after all the failures they have had. He didn’t like how they barely came together as a team for games; he felt like he saw more fighting than playing. He didn’t like how the weather was still so warm, even in October; he couldn’t necessarily blame the Foxes for that, but he was still bitter.

Most of all, though, he hated how orange everything was. Everything was too orange and too bright and he was getting a headache. At least the darkness of the Nest was easy on the eyes; being at Palmetto was like being blinded. Between the shining sun, heat, obnoxious fans, and even more obnoxious colors, Nathaniel really just wanted to kick the Foxes’ asses and go back to the Nest. The only thing keeping him here was the fact that, for the first time in months, the Ravens would see Kevin as a coach instead of an athlete. None of the Ravens were concerned about losing. The Ravens hadn’t lost a game yet, which surprised no one. They weren’t even concerned that the Foxes had won five out of their seven games; most of them were close calls. No, the Ravens thought more about how their coach and Perfect Court would react to seeing Kevin, and what the reporters would end up saying. Nathaniel could already hear the grating questions thrown himself and the rest of the Perfect Court about how they felt about this “betrayal” or if they’re worried about their rank or if they think they’re better without Kevin.

Frankly, Nathaniel was just hoping to see that Kevin was healing and well. He wasn’t worried about the game in relation to their plan. Kevin had told Nathaniel and Andrew to not worry about whether or not the Foxes beat the Ravens. The Ravens could completely destroy the Foxes and the plan could still go as they wanted it to. Kevin just kept saying on every phone call that his new team was getting a new athlete in November, and then things would hit the ground running. Nathaniel was still wary in trusting a random new athlete, but the confidence Kevin had was uplifting.

The game itself would be a pain in the ass. But at least Nathaniel had Kevin watching from the outer court observing how to make the Foxes more efficient in playing against the Ravens, and he had Andrew on court with him, a stabilizing force for him with all that had been going on.

Nathaniel was slightly less bitter about their current situation when he entered the locker room. Slightly. Him, Andrew, and Kevin all being in the same vicinity helped sedate his annoyance, even when affronted with bright, white lockers and orange paw prints printed everywhere in the guest locker room.

That bitterness subsided even more when Andrew took the locker one away from Nathaniel. Riko had the locker across from Nathaniel, and Jean next to him, but with Andrew so near to him, Riko’s presence didn’t feel so damning. Nathaniel felt a smile pull at his lips and turned back to his locker before people could see.

When Nathaniel had his gear pulled on, save his helmet and gloves, he closed his locker and found Riko waiting for him at the end of the row. He was waiting for all of them, eyes flicking from Nathaniel, to Andrew, to Jean.

“Tonight, we’re making Kevin realize that leaving the Ravens was the biggest mistake of his life,” Riko started. It wasn’t an inspirational speech before a game, it was a command to make Kevin regret everything he had done in the past couple of months. “He thinks he can pull this worthless team out of the gutter? Instead, he’s going to find out that Kevin Day died the moment he walked out of Castle Evermore.” Riko spoke like the other three in front of him were all on his side; Nathaniel wondered how he would react if he knew that all three of them, along with Kevin, were plotting his demise. One day, Riko would realize that the mistake made wasn’t Kevin leaving the Ravens, but it was Riko’s own over-consumption of power and pride.

Instead, they just nodded along, because tonight Riko expected the Ravens to win. The Ravens would win. In March, when they all met again, except this time for the Championships at Edgar Allan, the Ravens would not win.

Nathaniel was used to being on his guard. Very rarely could he turn to a person and know that he trusted them. The way his life had folded out had caused him to believe that there were few people in the world deserving of trust. But this situation, right here right now, was so much different. Nathaniel wasn’t used to putting so much confidence in something, in a person, in Andrew Minyard. But this felt right, trusting Andrew felt right. Nathaniel gave Andrew his back, and finally he felt like someone wasn’t holding a knife to it. Andrew took Nathaniel and, no matter how much he denied it, gave him an alliance that formed not due to circumstance, but because both boys believed that the other was trustworthy. Then Kevin got involved, more than he already was, and Nathaniel realized that their King was going to be outnumbered.

Nathaniel was so ready for the collapse of Riko’s kingdom that his chest ached with want.

The team collected their rackets from the foyer. No one spoke, not even Tetsuji, who was just sweeping his eyes over all of them. Tetsuji was never one for motivational words; he leaned more towards threats. But a game like this required none

Nathaniel could hear the voice of the crowd before they even reached the court. He heard the Foxes’ fight song playing and assumed that their opponents had just entered the court. The Ravens entered not long after, and their arrival was immediately signaled by their own fight song, consumed with drums and power. Their song was not the Foxes’. The Foxes’ was loud, overwhelmed with horns and too much enthusiasm for a team like theirs. The Ravens’ was powerful, a reminder to who they play against that they are not to be taken lightly. His ears buzzed with the drums and the screaming. He ran his eyes over the court and the audience that awaited the most anticipated show. Everything was still very orange, but Nathaniel did not miss the clumps of black. Right above the Ravens’ bench was a reserved section for their fans, and their voices only grew when their eyes found the team. Stragglers who weren’t included in that section scattered throughout. Mourners of the Riko-Kevin split held signs that read “1 - 2”.

It was always one and two. It might always be one and two. Nathaniel hoped that one day Kevin would be his own person.

Nathaniel’s eyes finally brought him to the Foxes, who were already by their bench and watching them. A pitiful team of only eight, they shouldn’t even had been allowed to play. But when Kevin Day said to wait because he had someone coming, the ERC tended to listen.

Kevin Day, the man of every reporters’ and sports fans’ interest, stood with his head coach (and father, unbeknownst to the head coach) David Wymack. From where Nathaniel stood as they walked to their own bench, he couldn’t see any bandages on Kevin’s left hand. He could only imagine the scars that marred it.

Nathaniel didn’t get a long time to stare, for Tetsuji sent them on their warm-up laps. They took the inner court and ran in the opposite direction of the Foxes. How their laps usually went was that Riko and Kevin would take the front, Nathaniel and Jean right behind them, and then Andrew right behind the four, with the Ravens then trailing behind him. It was to show who dominated the team, who the Ravens fell in line behind. However, with Kevin gone, Nathaniel found himself being pulled up besides Riko. Andrew ended up next to Jean, and the team followed behind like nothing had changed.

“Do not look at them when we pass them,” Riko said over his shoulder. It was said to the entire team, but directed towards the Perfect Court. Reporters, fans, everyone expected them to be besides themselves with their loss for Kevin; Riko wanted to show the world that the Ravens’ were better off without him. When Riko received nods and a couple of comments of affirmation in response, he seemed satisfied and continued with leading the laps.

The Ravens did not look at the Foxes when they passed, and the Foxes did not look at the Ravens. Riko did not look at Kevin when he passed, and Kevin kept his eyes on the clipboard in front of them. Nathaniel would admit to having snuck a glance at their former striker; he hoped Riko did not notice.

Tetsuji then separated the team into those who would continue laps, and those who would start drills. All strikers and dealers were pulled to shoot on goal, while their defense line continued running. Nathaniel always thought it was useless to shoot on an empty goal, since now Jean and Andrew were leading the pack, but he figured Andrew wouldn’t have done much. The Ravens, even with a smaller team on the court, still outnumbered the Foxes by multiple bodies.

When warm ups were called to an end, the only players remaining on the court were Riko, and the Foxes’ captain, Danielle Wilds. Kevin had said that Danielle had admirable qualities as a captain, but needed to work harder as a player if she wanted to bring her team to success. After seeing Danielle with her toothy grins with her teammates and determination on the court, however, Nathaniel thought that perhaps Kevin underestimated the captain, and Nathaniel found himself with a growing respect for her.

It doubled when she met Riko at half-court for the coin toss and gave him a wide grin. The two had met before, and she had to know that Riko was, at best, an asshole. And yet, she met him with kindness, even if it was perhaps fake. Nathaniel didn’t think he could fathom doing what Danielle did.

The Ravens got first serve, so the Foxes got home side of the court. Both coaches readied their starting lineup. For the first time in playing for the Ravens, Nathaniel was looking at the back of Riko’s head instead of Kevin’s. The lineup had already all pulled on their helmets, but Nathaniel still felt the difference. With Kevin, Nathaniel was once able to call him a friend before he was just a fellow Raven. Riko was no friend, and with him looming in front, Nathaniel felt like he was being lead to doom. But with Andrew behind him, he felt like he could escape and leave Riko in hell.

The subs walked wordlessly past the lineup and out to the benches. Riko looked over his shoulder and said, “Don’t fuck this up.” The words seemed directed towards the line of athletes behind him, but Nathaniel knew they were for himself, Jean, and Andrew. For Riko, this game was a statement that the Ravens would prosper. For this game, Nathaniel won’t disappoint him; he can make no promises for later.

Nathaniel hadn’t realized that he missed the Foxes’ starting lineup being called out until Tetsuji motioned for them to go forward. He barely heard Riko be announced when he stepped out onto the court; the crowd went wild for the sons of Exy.

“Number three, Nathaniel Wesninski.”

Nathaniel stepped onto the court, trying to tune out the cheers that followed him. His ears rang, and he didn’t need this distraction at the moment, he didn’t want it. As he walked to his starting point, his eyes skimmed over where the Foxes were set up. He found Kevin, looking down at a clipboard in his hands. Even from here, Nathaniel could see that his knuckles were white. A woman next to him was speaking intently. Coach David Wymack had his eyes switching from his own athletes to their opponents; he knew what Ravens were capable of.

His eyes then scoped out his opponents. Despite the helmets and heavy gear protecting each body, he knew the Foxes’ starting lineup. The Ravens could list the lineup of each team they played; knowing the lineup determined whether the game was actually worth their time. This one, determined by the Ravens as one, was not. The Foxes had strong players, such as Matthew Boyd, Seth Gordon, and Danielle Wilds, but as a group they could barely pull it together. Danielle became their saving grace when she took on role of Captain, but even then the Foxes hardly have any coordination.

Renee Walker was currently in goal. Allison Reynolds and Danielle Wilds were in their positions as defensive and offensive dealers, respectively. Seth Gordon and Janie Smalls were on as leading strikers. Kevin told Nathaniel that he believed Smalls would end up benched before the season was halfway over. Matthew Boyd was on as one one the starting backliners. Nathaniel’s eyes then froze on a jersey with the name MINYARD in large, orange letters going across the back.

Nathaniel hadn’t thought to mention Aaron Minyard to Andrew after their conversation that night in the locker room. With everything that had been happening, with sneaking around to talk to Kevin and finding out ways to sit in the locker room, and still just being a Raven, Andrew’s brother and the thought that they would soon be seeing each other slipped Nathaniel’s mind. For a split second, Nathaniel wondered if Andrew felt anything towards it. If he expected some brotherly reunion, or even a simple nod towards each other. But then he remembered what Kevin said about how Aaron barely mentioned Andrew, and how Andrew had only mentioned Aaron twice in his time on the Ravens. Once, when he talked to Nathaniel in the locker room. Second, when he first got to the Ravens in his drugged state and said that his black armbands were to tell him and Aaron apart, despite being in different states. Andrew had said that he sent Aaron to Palmetto because it would be what was best for him. Nathaniel couldn’t help but wonder what Andrew was keeping Aaron away from.

The ball had been passed to their starting dealer, Engle. There were ten seconds on the clock and counting down. Despite the fact that there was no reason to feel any fear or nerves for this particular game, Nathaniel felt a jolt go through him. It was times like this, when he was watching the clock tick down and the crowd was roaring, that he remembered how much he loved Exy. Life could be shit, everything was being pulled apart at the seams, and if things went terribly he could be dead in a couple months. But he felt alive on the court. When he and Jean helped to guard goal, everything that wasn’t Exy washed away, and he was able to just focus on the one thing that he could truly use the word “love” to describe how he felt.

The buzzer rang through the court, signalling the start, and the sound had barely cut off before Engle served the ball. Nathaniel didn’t watch where it went; instead, his eyes were on Seth Gordon. Gordon was the strongest striker the Foxes currently had, and from the way he was racing towards him, Nathaniel assumed he was Gordon’s mark. Gordon had height on Nathaniel, but that meant nothing when their skills were compared.

Allison Reynolds had gotten possession of the ball and served it to Renee Walker in goal. Walker shot it back to Danielle Wilds. From there, she served it to Seth, who had now put what he deemed enough distance in between himself and Nathaniel.

It still didn’t stop Nathaniel from intercepting his pass and rebounding it back to Engle.

The ball was now near the Foxes’ goal, and in Riko’s possession. Then, in a pass that went from Riko to Engle to Jenkins and then back to Riko, the wall behind Walker lit up red. They were two and a half minutes into first half.

That was a sequence that continued through both halves, and by the ending buzzer, Nathaniel was left staring up at a scoreboard that read fourteen-three, Ravens, and three of those four points for the foxes were scored when Andrew wasn’t in goal. The stands roared around them, and he had a feeling that most of it was expressions of hatred for his team.

Nathaniel wasn’t surprised that the Ravens had crushed the Foxes. He knew it was going to happen, as did Andrew, Kevin, and ninety-nine percent of people. He was surprised with the Foxes, however; they put up a fight. They were more organized than usual.

It pleased him to know that Kevin was making a difference.

Nathaniel found himself without worry for how the next couple months would proceed.

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Mad Men, the TV series that made Matthew Weiner one of the most famous, most powerful showrunners alive, obeyed the time-honored tradition of using a story set in the past to tell a story about the present.

It was a show about changing social customs and mores that lulled you into complacency with big sight gags about how much things had changed since the 1960s — hey, we don’t let kids put plastic bags over their heads anymore! — in order to quietly nudge viewers to realize how much things hadn’t changed. In particular, Mad Men contained ample storylines about how little the world had evolved for women butting their heads against the seemingly unbreakable walls of workplace sexism.

In the three years since Mad Men went off the air in 2015 and this week’s Amazon Video debut of Weiner’s follow-up series, The Romanoffs, the lessons of Mad Men’s treatment of workplace sexism have more than come home to roost, including for Weiner himself, who in 2017 was accused of sexual harassment by former Mad Men writer Kater Gordon. (Weiner’s “Who … me?!” response to these accusations in a Vanity Fair profile wasn’t terribly convincing.)

And even beyond Weiner, The Romanoffs’ original studio — The Weinstein Company — was toppled in the wake of the exposure of its co-founder and namesake Harvey Weinstein’s long string of sexual assaults.

But while sexism and gender relations are a part of The Romanoffs’ tapestry — and the three episodes sent out to critics burble with nods both knowing and unknowing to the past year of #MeToo reckoning — Weiner is once again using the past to inform the present. This time, however, he’s also using the past to predict the future.

And the revolution is coming.

Just look at the scope! Look at the sweep! Justina Mintz / Amazon

Everything about The Romanoffs is massive. The show filmed on location across multiple continents. (The first three episodes alone were shot in three different countries.) It boasts an all-star cast, including everybody from Isabelle Huppert to Diane Lane to old Mad Men favorites like Christina Hendricks and John Slattery.

Every episode approaches 90 minutes in length, with opulent production values that practically drip off the screen. And even though Amazon typically drops full seasons of its series all at once, the better to binge, new episodes of The Romanoffs will be released week to week (though the first two are both out Friday).

(Note that I’m also going to use the anglicized spelling “Romanoff” to refer to the actual Romanov family throughout this review, so as to maintain continuity with the show’s title. My apologies, Russophiles.)

The show is probably the biggest blank check in TV history, only really approached in scope by properties that were already established hits, like the later seasons of Game of Thrones. And what’s more, it has a decidedly noncommercial premise: an anthology series of small, character-driven TV films about people all around the world who either are or believe they are descended from the Romanoffs, the final monarchs of Russia who were killed in a hail of gunfire in 1918. (Though the whole royal family was executed, many of their relatives lived on, and there’s even a putative Romanoff heir to the Russian throne alive right now, though good luck getting her on it.)

All of this money is up there on screen, as it were. Weiner directed all three if the episodes sent to critics for review, and he creates beautiful, watercolor-esque images — like the soft, wintry light of a purple morning drifting through an ice-covered window in Paris, or the surreal image of an opulent cruise liner at night, or a streak of fake blood smeared on the floor of a movie set meant to evoke a tumultuous moment in history.

(If you think I’m being a little vague, I am. Weiner’s famous hatred of spoilers — which leads him to regularly send out long lists of things critics are not to reveal — has manifested itself here again, despite the relatively thin plots of the three episodes I’ve seen. Better safe than sorry, I guess.)

The most salient detail I can share about all of these episodes is that they’re all at least 15 minutes too long. Even the one I liked best — the third episode, “House of Special Purpose,” which will debut October 19 — might have been better off with a solid quarter-hour cut out of it. Weiner occasionally uses this additional length well, to create haunting silences, or to hold on an actor’s face longer than you might expect him to, or to drink in a moment of sublime beauty. But sometimes he just uses it to fit everything he can think of into an episode, even when it’s not all that clever.

Still, the qualities that made Mad Men so good are present here, if buried a bit beneath all the excess. Weiner maintains his knack for getting terrific performances out of actors. (His use of Hendricks in episode three feels like a deliberate mission to convince Hollywood of how poorly she’s been used in post-Mad Men projects.) And though his scripts might be too bulky, they certainly boast dialogue that cuts to the quick when he gets out of his own way.

And yet the weird thing about The Romanoffs is that, as an anthology drama, it’s somehow better when taken as a whole than as a set of individual episodes. Any given episode of the show can disappoint with its bulkiness and its inability to zero in on the ironies inherent in its storytelling. (Especially the second episode, which sometimes feels like Weiner flagellating himself in public and sometimes feels like Weiner asking for our love and approval despite his bad behavior.)

But the more episodes you watch, the more The Romanoffs starts to feel like a story about the instability of our modern moment, a story about class consciousness, a story about the guards knocking on the door to point guns at all of our heads, maybe even Weiner’s.

The world might be ending, but at least there are still dogs. And Aaron Eckhart. Chris Raphael/Amazon

The thing I find most fascinating about Weiner’s work when taken as a whole is that he’s simultaneously drawn to white male supremacy and horrified by that quality within himself. Mad Men could only have been as good as it was if Weiner had both wanted to be Don Draper and gaze at the emptiness in the man’s soul. He seems taken by the opulence of lost eras, of ’60s America, of pre-communist Russia. But it’s likely no mistake that in those worlds, the dominance of people who looked like him, or like me, went largely unchallenged.

But in every episode of The Romanoffs, Weiner finds some way to reenact the death of the titular family, sometimes as tragedy and sometimes as farce. It’s an echo that his characters can’t escape, a rhyme of the past they are doomed to repeat, even if they might believe otherwise.

And that doesn’t even count the bulk of the opening credits, in which the 1918 execution of the Romanoff family at the hands of Russia’s new rulers is dramatized to the strains of Tom Petty’s “Refugee.” You can’t escape what’s coming, the knock at the door, the gun to the head, and we’ve all got something to pay for.

The revolutions within The Romanoffs are smaller ones, within families or marriages or friendships, but they presage some justice over the horizon, a sense that the world has become so imbalanced that it will greenlight anthology dramas about people who believe they’re descendants of the Romanoff family that will cost millions upon millions of dollars to produce. The divide between poor and rich only grows, and in The Romanoffs’ very first episode, a character notes that the middle class has largely disappeared.

And yet these characters cling to an aristocracy that ceased to exist a century ago. They are convinced of their own royalty. They display a confidence that, because of their heritage, because of their regality, because of their class, they are somehow more than, even as they are in the same boat as so many of the people who see their charade for the false front that it is. The aristocracy disappeared. So will you.

In The Romanoffs’ second episode, “The Royal We,” an older man addresses a bunch of other older people to say that maybe in 50 years, the world won’t exist anymore, or at least humans won’t, or at least this particular social order won’t. Everybody laughs, because we have to go on believing that death isn’t at the door.

After the massacre of the tsar and his family happens in the opening credits, the sequence revisits the idea that one of the Romanoff children escapes the slaughterhouse, then morphs into a young woman exiting the subway in our present, looking at her phone. It’s a nod to the pervasive idea from the mid-20th century that Anastasia Romanoff escaped that basement room, living on into the late 20th century and animating plenty of stories about the Russian aristocracy in exile.

It wasn’t true, of course. The bodies of all of the Romanoffs have been found and accounted for and DNA tested. But the idea that the lost aristocracy might still exist in you, in me, in somebody, is a powerful one. The Romanoffs knows that someone will have to pay the piper eventually, that this modern lifestyle has become unsustainable, that we have all done terrible, terrible things we must be held accountable for. But the series holds out hope that it, too, might be the one to escape. Or maybe its creator holds out that hope.

After watching the second episode, I jokingly told my wife that The Romanoffs is the sort of series I’d be inclined to give three-and-a-half stars right now, then declare a misunderstood masterpiece in six years. Well. Here are the three-and-a-half stars.

The Romanoffs debuts its first two episodes today on Amazon. New episodes will be released every Friday from now until the end of November.

Original Source -> The Romanoffs, from Mad Men creator Matt Weiner, feels like a period piece about the present

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[ARTICLE] GOLD STAR MEDIA TO HOST HALLOWEEN PARTY

Gold Star Media has recently announced that they will be hosting an industry Halloween costume party. Not only will Gold Star Media’s impressive roster of idols and their employees be there, but the company has announced they’ve also invited several other big names in the industry, including all idols and employees under Dimensions Entertainment and BC Entertainment. The party will happen on Halloween night at an undisclosed venue.

ADMIN NOTES:

It’s time for a Halloween event! This year, in a show of publicity and the company’s most successful year yet, Gold Star Media is hosting its very first Halloween party and has invited staff and idols from BC Entertainment and Dimensions Entertainment to join in the celebration. All idols are expected to attend unless there are major extenuating circumstances such as illness or injury.

There will be a red carpet before entering the event for pictures that will be released as publicity, so all idols will be expected to come in costume. Group members will arrive at the event with their managers and the rest of their group. Appointments at their regular salon will be made available for idols to schedule in advance if necessary for costumes requiring more complicated hair and make-up. There will be attendee-voted costume awards given at the end of the evening. All costumes should be appropriate and cleared with the idol’s respective managerial staff beforehand. Any idols showing up in costumes that are not public-friendly (anything too sexual, excessively gory, controversial, or potentially scandal-causing such as obvious couples’ costumes) will not be allowed in the door and will be punished accordingly by their company/management team.

The party itself will take place at a large event venue in downtown Seoul and will span several rooms inside the center, which will be decked out with state-of-the-art Halloween decorations with a modern-chic take.

Managers and other company employees will be present at this party as well photographers for publicity photos of the idols enjoying their time, so idols should still exhibit good behavior.

Activities Overview:

The main room of the event, which is a ballroom set up with many ten-person tables (some circular, some rectangular), though a couple more chairs can be moved around to fit at the table to seat up to twelve, and a few smaller five-person tables littered throughout. Attendees are free to seat themselves as they wish, though they are encouraged to sit with at least part of their group for some portion of the night so photos can be taken. There will be an open selection of catered foods and beverages available to the side of the ballroom. All beverages in the main room will be non-alcoholic.

Rooftop bar, with a scenic view of Seoul. This is where alcoholic drinks can be obtained, though all ages are allowed on the rooftop. All attendees will be meticulously ID’d to ensure no underage drinking takes place and managers will be hovering around the rooftop bar to keep an eye on which idols are drinking and how much they’re drinking to avoid any problems.

Rooftop bar stage, where a live jazz band has been hired to play, but there will brief opportunities for the band to take a break throughout the night. Idols and employees alike can sign up for a time slot during one of these breaks to get on stage and perform (this can be serious or a comedic take in the spirit of the party, but should be decently appropriate considering videos may make their way onto social media). There won’t be any major stage staff, so performances shouldn’t require fancy lighting, sets, or audio; it’s just for fun!

Small haunted house attraction set up in the back of the venue staffed with costumed actors and a vague scary plot line of the event organizers’ choice as rented by the event attraction company. There will be hidden cameras inside that will film the idols going through getting scared (or being completely unaffected). This is completely optional and the idols will be aware they’re being filmed, but a compilation of the idols that did go through will be uploaded online to the companies’ standards (any cursing or scandal-worthy content will be edited out) for fans to see.

Several noraebang rooms big enough for a small group, set up especially for the event and similarly decorated in Halloween decorations as the rest of the event.

An arcade room and a game room, set up in two of the larger rooms of the venue other than the main room. The arcade room will include rented classic arcade games where attendees can compete to achieve the highest score of the night along with two competitive Dance Dance Revolution consoles and a couple of Halloween-themed arcade hames. The game room room will include classics like a billiards table and a foosball table, as well as a television set up with party-friendly competitive video games such as racing games, dancing games, and miscellaneous sports games.

A few photo booths set up throughout the venue, which are free to use. Idols will be given the choice to make photos taken in the photo booths part of the publicity photos or keep them for themselves. The photo booths offer the option to have the photos sent to your phone or printed off in a traditional photo booth manner.

Costume awards, which attendees are automatically entered in by walking the red carpet.

Overall:

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