Date: June 12, 2984
Location: The Flaming Dragon
Starter: Open
Edgar probably shouldn’t have had that last shot if he was being completely honest. The room had taken on a pleasant glow that he was fairly certain was not magical and in fact in his own head. No worries. A glow only made the night more exciting. He already had his jar filled and ready to set out to collect eclipse water tomorrow, and he didn’t have to work until Thursday. There was nothing about tonight that shouldn’t go right.
He did not stumble, thank you, as he made his way over to a corner of the room where he hadn’t really talked to anyone yet. “You know I figured there would be a little more dancing. Not in the mood? I bet you’ve got some moves hiding there if you really wanted to.” Probably not the best to shame people for not dancing if he wanted to keep this conversation going. “Watcha doing instead?”
FOR: @redseek
WHERE: the CALYDON DOME; CONTROL ROOM
WHEN: 2130.01
Patience is one of the few virtues he can lay claim to, graceless thing that he is. He likes to think that it’s served him well through the years, observing from behind the scenes and waiting, because if there is nothing else he’s learned from his father, it’s that there is always an angle to be played.
This year’s Heteraidia though—two weeks straight of revelry and diplomacy and breeding disaster beneath civility—is testing that patience as it’s never been tested before. He doesn’t trust the additional help they’ve been forced to take on for such an extravagant affair, he trusts the visiting distant relations and their companies even less, and if one more snake-eyed reporter-type tries to wander somewhere they shouldn’t while ‘looking for the restroom’, he’s going to turn the Hunt into a free-for-all season on the entire guest list.
He shouldn’t; it defeats the purpose of this entire event after all, and Zeus would be less than pleased if he were to spend his frustration in such a childish tantrum. Yes, he really shouldn’t do something so rash and unreasonable..but it’s oh-so-tempting when he sees an unfamiliar silhouette crouched in front of the control room door, clearly fiddling with the lock.
Patience..patience..
“What do you think you’re doing?” he looms over the huddled figure, making no attempt to keep the irritation out of his voice. There isn’t enough virtue in the world to keep him from throttling this person if they don’t choose their answer carefully. “And don’t. Say that you’re lost or I will throw you into the next round of the Hunt for target practice, consequences be damned.”
You’ve been invited to Santana’s Se7en Deadly Sins birthday party; a sinful soiree to practice mischief and mayhem amidst your friends. This Friday, Club Halo is transforming into a den of sin and it’s going to be one hell of a party. The gates open at 9 pm and the chaos won’t stop until 3 am or until you pass out, whatever happens first. Food and alcohol will be provided. All guests will receive a gift bag courtesy of club owner Mercedes Jones.
INDULGE IN YOUR SINS
A different sin will be assigned to each room or area of the club, with themed décor, props and games to encourage all guests to have a sinfully good time no matter what circle of hell they find themselves in.
ACEDIA – Bean bags and a projector to play video games on can be found in the Sloth area. Don’t worry, you won’t be moving anything other than your fingers… and not even in a wanky way.
SUPERBIA – A photo booth and selfie area will be set up in the Pride & Vanity section. Vogue-offs will be held here, so get ready to react to the flash with your most vain pose.
AVARITIA – The Greed corner features a poker table. $10 = ten poker chips, including a dare chip. If you bet a dare chip and lose, the person who collects it gets to give you a dare. If you win someone’s dare chip, you’ll choose a dare for them to carry out.
LUXURIA – Abandon all hope all ye who enter the Lust-rave space, a room where you can only go in blindfolded, so you’ll rely solely on your other senses to have fun. Unless it’s a voice you recognize, chances are you won’t know you you’re twerking with or who you’re making out with. Blindfolds are included in the gift bag.
Those who don’t dare walk into the Lust-rave space, can partake in a rousing game of Strip Beer Pong. Some things cannot be unseen, so you’re encouraged to only strip down to your underwear. Wear something naughty, something nice or maybe lace to add some spice.
INVIDIA – Who’s got the best dance moves? The best abs? The best bottle juggling skills? Show off what you’ve got and make everyone else green with Envy.
GULA – The Gluttony area has tables loaded with food and drinks for the party-goers. Whether you’re a Sin & Tonic or On the Righteous Rocks kind of person, pick your poison carefully and remember, don’t drink and drive, call-a-cab.
IRA – The Wrath room has an inflatable punch bag and dartboards with famous villain's faces on to let the party guests take their anger out on. Also, there are blank canvases and spray cans for people to write the things they hate or make them angry.
BONUS! - SPIN THE SIN WHEEL
Let lady luck call the shots! Spin the wheel to find out what devilishly divine shot you’ll have to drink.
Pride (purple): Vodka, Blue Curaçao and Cranberry Juice.
Envy (green): Irish Cream and Midori.
Wrath (orange): Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniel and Jim Beam.
Sloth (light blue): Lemon juice, Blue Curaçao and Coconut Rum.
Greed (yellow): Limoncello
Gluttony (pink): Tequila Rose, Peach Schnapps, Grenadine and Lemon-lime Soda.
Lust (red): Whisky, Amaretto Liqueur and Cranberry Juice.
She had not been back in the city long and already it was living up to her expectations. Having spotted a young woman sobbing in the shadow of a dark skinned creature, Erza automatically reacted.
However, rather than summoning her sword, she found herself in a sailor scout dress, bow in hand. Not about to question it, she drew its string, an arrow appearing.
Snap. The arrow was released, lodging into the creature.
It turned, sighted her and began to advance towards her.
“Tch.”
She would never admit it, but the odd creatures that seemed to be making a menace of themselves around the city were a good distraction from the anger, the helplessness of finding herself back in the city that she had completely forgotten.
“Run!”
The knight called to the sobbing woman, waiting until she had gone before continuing.
“I do not know what you are but I have no doubts you are some science project sent to cause even more misery by those who keep us here.”
Holding her bow out to the side, it began to glow a warm pink, transforming into her usual sword. Her grip tightened around the grip. She patiently allowed the beast to step closer, pushing aside the nagging heartbreak that seemed to be stabbing at her heart the nearer it got to her.
“In the name of Fairy Tail…I’ll put an end to your sorrowful existence!”
Pushing off the ground, Erza used her speed the launch herself at the beast, her war cry filling the air as her blade sliced the head from the beast before landing lightly behind it’s falling body.
As the lights flickered back on the room filled with a panicked buzz. The first thing Quinn did was scan the room for reactions, before pulling out a note pad she had stashed away in her clutch bag just in case. Scribbling away furiously, she dodged her way through the crowd of people flooding for the exit, accidentally smacking into somebody sending her notepad flying to the floor. “Crap.” she muttered.
FOR: @herarhearp
WHERE: the XENIOS ESTATE; GARDENS
WHEN: 2130.01
‘Mother’ is a word he hasn’t uttered in nigh thirty years now, not since he’d been seven and stood in black static, watching them lay the woman who’d birthed him to rest in cold earth. The soft syllables made a home in the hollow spaces between his ribs then, where they had been content to lie dormant and harmless most days of the year..until this woman came along and ruined that state of equilibrium.
‘Father’ is a role easier to replace—not easy, mind, but easier certainly. It helps that his father dies in front of him, red on white on polished marble a tangible thing he can at least categorize and process as real. It helps more that he has a face to pin the blame upon, and that face is soon removed from becoming a factor in any fledgling schemes of vengeance that may have taken root. So when Zeus steps into that recently vacated placing in his life, he accepts the replacement willingly enough.
Alas, the same cannot be said for Hera.
Twenty-three years have passed and still he hasn’t learned better. This he discovers when he stumbles across her in the gardens, purely by chance and yet, he suspects, guided. After all, he’s always known this to be one of her haunts. The silence stretches on, surprise giving way quickly to an awkward tension that he is helpless to dispel, not when ‘mother’ is an ugly denial crawling up his throat to curl—something sweet gone sour—on his tongue. He never was good with words, so he settles for something generic, bland and, most importantly, safe. “Welcome back.”
