event eighteen | search for the king

[knockedonwood]

CHARACTERS | EVERYONE AND ANYONE!
DATE | Mar 7th - 9th
RATING | PG
SUMMARY | Mardi Gras in The World! Come for fun and games, stay for the atmosphere!

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KING#

[yerawizarderri]

[It was needless to say in the start of all of this, Eridan was rather confused. Waking up to find a small crown on his head was a bit of a surprise in itself, but to soon get ushered to some new town? One he wasn't entirely familiar with at all? Yeah he had no idea what was going on. The flashmail had explained a little bit, saying he was a king? Well he knew he was a prince, but it was about time this place had recognized him for what he was. The most royal of royals!]

[So once he had gotten settled in this new town, he was definitely flaunting around. Walking with a certain pompously proud step to his stride, the crown only illuminating his intent ridiculously so.]

[The mail had mentioned something about taking good care of his crown, and they could bet their mothergrub fearing asses he would. It was his crown, all his and no one was going to change that.]

[trap_factory]

[no one would change that, huh, Eridan?]

What the hell...? [there's a fellow with long cyan hair off to the side staring at Eridan like he'd lost it]

I knew these events were stupid but I didn't think that it would cause people to go nuts too. Never ceases to surprise.

KING#

[yerawizarderri]

[SCREAMING No one :|]

[Eridan had heard someone and felt eyes on him, so out of curiosity as to who was staring and possibly talking about him, he stopped his meandering and stared at Prometheus.]

[Nuts? He wasn't nuts! How impudent did you even have to BE?]

Hey fuck you, I'm not nuts! This place just is finally recognizin' me for what I am is all and I'm gonna fuckin' flaunt it in your piece a rubbish low-blooded commoner face!

[So Eridan, what exactly is your measurements for a corpse box again?]

[trap_factory]

[ooc: I meant to ask people to number themselves as King. So Eridan would be KING1 and Prometheus (if he manages to snatch the crown) would be KING2 etc.]

... [oh, you little piece of trash, Prometheus recognizes that sort of speech pattern]

Wait. [holds up a hand in a 'Stop' gesture as his other goes to touch the red triangle on his head in a thinking pose] Lemme guess. You're one of those troll scum too, aren't you? [he snaps the fingers on his held out hand before laughing]

Well, you've got one thing right. This body really is a piece of trash [his tone changes to what sounds more like a hiss as he closes in on Eridan] but that's half the fun, isn't it?

[Prometheus is all up in your grill, threatening bodily harm. what do you do?]

I JUST LIKE PROSE OKAY? (Action replies are cool too)

[proclaimedrival]

Hakuren had been directed here via NPCs in Mac Anu. Waking up to find that his usually pristine white and gold cleric outfit had been suddenly strewn with green and purples had been startling but... Well, he couldn't exactly blame everyone for the sudden color choices now could he? So the Harvest Cleric made his way to Dol Dona and was pleasantly surprised by the festivities.

This was certainly interesting...

So here was Hakuren, chilling out with a drink in hand (non-alcoholic) and apparently checking out everyone's costumes(?!).