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Who: EVERYONE.
When: The 12th Day. [25th December in real life.]
Where: Cafeteria
Rating: Everything for now.
Summary: For some reason, all of you have been spirited away, dressed up in finery, to a ball?
Warnings: Currently none.
Notes: Okay, so this is a compulsory event, because all your people are shipped to the ball, however, you can leave [and if you can't log then you can make a post about it later~] It's forward dated because many members will be busy this Christmas. Also, the King's Court stuff can be found here, with some instructions. Tag yourself once you put your character[s] in~
It was a rather bizarre situation, in which suddenly, from whereever they were, even if they weren't prepared, they were already dressed in the finery that the eleventh day sung of, and were shipped off into the Cafeteria, almost suddenly. It was also unusual, in which something happened to them, such as their scars healing up, if they were lame, they could walk again, if they were blind, they can see, if they were deaf, they can here, if they were missing a limb or similar, they regain it. Their impairities being fixed. It was like everyone was given something, just for that day.
But it didn't look very much like the cafeteria would normally. Decorated with wreathes, holly, tinsel, the cafeteria looking more like an elegant ball room rather than an eating area that was about to fall apart. There was a shimmering sparkly snow not unlike Edward Cullen that was falling from the ceiling, only to vanish half way. At the side, there was a long banquet table filled with disgusting delightful cafeteria food and drink, in such bountiful amounts that no one will go hungry.
But they weren't the only ones here. The translucent entities, the spirits, that were dancing since Day 10 were waltzing around the hall to the sounds of classical music, or moving over to the prisoners and encouraging them to join the party, with those refusing be forced to dance at least once, whether it is with a prisoner or with a well dressed spirit. Either way, this suspicious party was still a party. Some may choose to go with it, while others may choose to leave, but for the following hours or so, it will continue until the supposed "day" ends.
When: The 12th Day. [25th December in real life.]
Where: Cafeteria
Rating: Everything for now.
Summary: For some reason, all of you have been spirited away, dressed up in finery, to a ball?
Warnings: Currently none.
Notes: Okay, so this is a compulsory event, because all your people are shipped to the ball, however, you can leave [and if you can't log then you can make a post about it later~] It's forward dated because many members will be busy this Christmas. Also, the King's Court stuff can be found here, with some instructions. Tag yourself once you put your character[s] in~
It was a rather bizarre situation, in which suddenly, from whereever they were, even if they weren't prepared, they were already dressed in the finery that the eleventh day sung of, and were shipped off into the Cafeteria, almost suddenly. It was also unusual, in which something happened to them, such as their scars healing up, if they were lame, they could walk again, if they were blind, they can see, if they were deaf, they can here, if they were missing a limb or similar, they regain it. Their impairities being fixed. It was like everyone was given something, just for that day.
But it didn't look very much like the cafeteria would normally. Decorated with wreathes, holly, tinsel, the cafeteria looking more like an elegant ball room rather than an eating area that was about to fall apart. There was a shimmering sparkly snow not unlike Edward Cullen that was falling from the ceiling, only to vanish half way. At the side, there was a long banquet table filled with disgusting delightful cafeteria food and drink, in such bountiful amounts that no one will go hungry.
But they weren't the only ones here. The translucent entities, the spirits, that were dancing since Day 10 were waltzing around the hall to the sounds of classical music, or moving over to the prisoners and encouraging them to join the party, with those refusing be forced to dance at least once, whether it is with a prisoner or with a well dressed spirit. Either way, this suspicious party was still a party. Some may choose to go with it, while others may choose to leave, but for the following hours or so, it will continue until the supposed "day" ends.