FIRE CANDY EVENT POST [OPEN]

[echo_of_utopia]

Who: You. That's right, YOU. [OPEN]
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: March 19th, starting at midnight
Rating: To be determined. First offer is PG-13 for drug use.
Summary: CANDY RAVE PARTY IS GO!
The Story:

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[detectiveace]

NAOTO IS CURRENTLY HATING EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE FOREVER AND EVER UNTIL THE END OF TIME ITSELF.

Not surprisingly, it is slightly more bearable outside. But not by much.

[echo_of_utopia]

Well, slightly more bearable is an acceptable amount of more bearable to lure Dr Lamb outside.

Twirling a piece of candy between her fingers she approaches Naoto.

"I recently had a discussion with somebody here who believes events may last longer from now on."

She looks back at the mansion.

"At the moment I sincerely hope he was wrong."

[detectiveace]

In a completely unprofessional manner, Naoto allows an unholy combination between absolute horror and disgust to grace her normally lineface features.

Because seriously.

Oh God.

"...As do I." Never have more heartfelt words been spoken. But then she sees that candy, and, well, it's not much of a mental leap to connect it to all the sweets coating the floors of the par-tay.

"Candy?" She'll nod in its general direction. It had to tie into the event somehow. But the thought of a children's treat in an adult, party world was a little bit disturbing.

[echo_of_utopia]

She offers the candy to Naoto, be it for closer inspection or consumption.

"The quantity is surprising. I assume there is some significance to it, but I have yet to understand what it is."

It hasn't been long enough for Lamb to notice the effect it has on people, not to mention that her present aim so far was to avoid rather than survey the crowd.

[sadfreezingbrit]

At midnight Philip doesn't leave his bed, clinging to the conviction that his new surroundings will go away if he ignores them with enough determination.

An hour later he grudgingly admits defeat and gets dressed, deciding that he might as well have a look around.

The mansion's redesign does not go down well and Philip frowns at the omnipresently obnoxious noise level as he helps himself to a piece of candy. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another.

Come 2 o'clock Philip is standing on the dance floor, swaying to the wonderfully all-encompassing sound level while admiring the incredible neon colour landscape around him.

This is clearly the best event ever and not for a second did he believe otherwise.

[itsahotone]

Santana's pretty much right there with Philip. Well, except for how, being a sixteen year old girl, she welcomed the rave like atmosphere, and welcomed the distraction. Yes, the distraction from sleep. She's been having a little trouble sleeping since the last event.

But now! Now she was wandering the mansion...which didn't seem mansion-y anymore, and ignoring the candy. She didn't want to get fat, after all.

...There was a lot of it around, though. And everyone else seemed to enjoy it. She'd hold out as long as possible; she did just get that chocolate from whatshisname the other day.

So anyway, she was there, enjoying the music until she literally crashed into someone else.

"Watch where you're going!" she yelled as loudly as possible. Because of course it was his fault.

[sadfreezingbrit]

Philip stumbles back a little before catching himself. Turning around he beams as he spots the familiar face. Familiar faces are better. Easier to concentrate on. Things may be a little fuzzy around the edges right now.

"Hey!" he calls back, cheerfully waving his hand in greeting. "Sorry about that!"

[itsahotone]

Santana stared.

Then she stared some more.

"You...know how to have fun?" she asked, kind of weirded out. After all, every other time she had seen him, he had been...the opposite of this.

[notursalvation]

Nagi is eating candy alright, it just isn't the candy littering every surface around him in a now-very-industrial-looking kitchen. Unable to sleep now because of the noise (and not yet ready to go looking for earplugs), he's sitting at the kitchen counter, where he's cleared off some of the event-candy to make room for a mug of coffee.

He digs a piece of brightly wrapped candy out of his pocket and unwraps it. Swallowing it quickly despite its size, he grimaces and crumples the wrapper in his hand before taking a swig of coffee. With a sigh, he smiles slightly. This is going to be a long weekend if this keeps up.

[notundermyroof]

Burt woke up from all the noise, and he's not too happy about it. But he's not a complainer, and used enough to Wonderland to know by now that it's just an event, so his approach is pretty practical at this point-- pray the noise quiets down soonish, and get some coffee to make being awake bearable in the meantime.

He recognizes Nagi from the grief support group at the asylum, and gives him a little wave as he stumbles into the kitchen. Noticing the candy, he feels a little rumble in his tummy.

"Those any good?"

[notursalvation]

It takes Nagi a moment to realize what Burt's referring to. He glances down at the candy littering the countertop.

"I haven't tried them." Holding up the wrapper in his hand, he smiles a bit. "This is more like medicine, really."

[notundermyroof]

He nods. That doesn't sound to him like the kind of thing you press for details on, so he makes a slight gesture towards the coffee pot.

"Gotcha. You still usin' that?"

[reckless_eagle]

This was, Poland swore, the last time he'd venture out of his room in the middle of the night when they'd been given an event warning. Everything looked different all of a sudden! How was he going to find his way back to his room now?

And getting back to his room was definitely a top priority. The body-hugging t-shirt and tight pants (were they jeans, like America's? Sort of, but smaller and more glittery?) he'd found himself in were much more modest than 99% of his mun's ideas for this a total fashion disaster... even if he found himself fond of the gypsy-like bangles on his arms and the glowing rod attached to his necklace. And his face felt like he had make-up on, which he didn't remember putting there. And what was up with his shoes? He was totally gonna fall and kill himself, which was so not cool.

Plus, the walls were shaking with some kind of strange, rhythmic noise... Were those drums? Seriously? Ugh. Looking as lost and confused as he was, he began searching for the stairs.

[jivitadana]

The music was blaring and lights were flashing in his own room, and Minato had taken a look outside his hallway, only to see the entire Mansion had transformed into the same state. He left his room to investigate.

Minato made his way down the hall and avoided stepping on pieces of candy that littered the floor. It was everywhere. His MP3 player around his neck was turned off; no use for it with the music as loud as it was. Other than the Mansion changing, he hadn't noticed any other changes to himself or anyone else.

That is, until he saw Poland.

The nation looked lost, and understandably so. The blue-haired boy headed over to him to help. This was the first time he saw Poland in person, but it was obvious that... maybe a nation from six centuries ago wouldn't be wearing that outfit on a regular basis. Maybe?

"Poland-san?"

[reckless_eagle]

It took Poland a moment to recall the name the boy had given him last time they spoke, especially with the pounding of the bass echoing bluntly around his skull.

"Ummm... Minato, right? Hey, what's up?" He shifted, tugging uncomfortably on his sleeve to try and cover a little more of his pale arms. It was very clear that he wasn't used to these clothes, or very happy about wearing them in front of people he hardly knew.

[jivitadana]

Minato could sense Poland's anxiety. The parallel between a nation and a person's feelings were strikingly similar. Perhaps that's what was meant when people referred to the heart or pulse of a nation; they had been personifying nations in speech, not realizing that in another world it was reality.

"Did you need any help?" A bit general, but he would try to help out Poland as best he could.

[tadanokusuriuri]

This event really doesn't change anything for the Medicine Seller.

Well, besides his clothes, but clothing is a superficial representation of the Self, and of no real consequence to him. And if he were to care (though in fact, he doesn't), the blacklights do interesting things with his facial markings and the magic patterns on his (somewhat modernized) clothes. So... oh, well.

He'll be lurking like a creeper and keeping an eye on everyone. So... no news, really.

[last_liar]

Having already gotten into the candy simply because he couldn't sleep and lacked anything better to do, Yuu doesn't mind all the noise as much as he had initially. Feeling quite a bit more relaxed than is normal for him, he's been wandering around the mansion for the last little while, examining the lights.

He only notices the Medicine Seller creeping because of the effect of the blacklights on his facial markings. Eyes widening a little, he comes closer.

"...You're glowing."

[tadanokusuriuri]

The fluorescent curve of the Medicine Seller's lips tugs upwards, just a bit. He raises a hand, examining the dull glow of his pale skin and the brilliant shade of lavender that his fingernails now appear, then glances back at Yuu.

"...I hadn't noticed."

[last_liar]

Yuu steps closer and puts out a hand to touch the marks under the Medicine Seller's eyes. Because what is personal space?