Monster Mash [Active/OPEN, NO NEED TO ASK]

[dollsy_npcs]

Characters: Luxa, Ushiromiya Ange, Xerxes Break, Ciel Phantomhive, Portgas D. Ace, Mello, Subject Delta, Various Dollsy Monsters, OPEN TO ANYONE
Setting: Grand Ballroom
Time: The very beginning of Night 20
Summary: Happy birthday, Dollsy! It's party time, and all the monsters and ghosts have come out to play. Care to join them for a bit of wine and

Comments

No later than mine, Pickers.

[machitobaye]

Machi had no interest in joining the rest of the festivities. For him, the party--and indeed, the sense of celebration itself--consisted of only one thing: his pack, playing energetically off to the side, romping and teasing each other to the music with an almost joyful bent. He had stuffed himself with food, predominantly meats and fruits, before separating himself to supervise a friendly tussle between the gamma and a couple of lower ranked hounds, who kept interrupting their match to cover each other and him with long, wet, sloppy kisses.

He himself had no inclination to join in beyond his presence--in fact, were it not for his pack, he wouldn't have been there at all. The chatter and crowd were almost toxic to his senses; his head hurt, his nerves strained, and he wore very little expression, his face obscured in large part by the black reflexive lenses of his sunglasses, allowing him to watch the residents with deep mistrust. His gun was concealed, but his face and arms were sticky and damp from the hounds' saliva, his clothes stained with blood and dirt, his hair greasy from lack of bathing. His misshapen, monstrous jaw and twisted limbs contrasted grotesquely with his pale skin--forbidding as he was, he fit in far more with his canine accompaniment than the people enjoying the various delicacies at the tables.

Who let the dogs out? Who?Who, who, who, who? *is shot*

[queenslapdog]

Ciel had always had a fondness for dogs. Watching the hellhounds play with each other gave him a sense that the way in which they were loyal to each other- part of what he loved the most about dogs- was no different from the normal canines of his world. He found himself smiling faintly at their antics.

As one of the goat butlers passed by Ciel grabbed a piece of raw meat off his tray, whistling, and tossing the meat over to the dogs. He figured that they, like the other residents, were seeming to be nice. What was the harm in tossing them a bit of meat?