FIRE CANDY EVENT POST [OPEN]

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

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:


"At exactly midnight on the 19th, the mansion becomes a club where the party never stops--even if you want it to. Neon and black lights flicker everywhere and loud music makes the walls shake. Outside, Wonderland has become a grungy city of doorless buildings, lit up in neon that makes it impossible to make out any stars in the sky. The only normal fixture of Wonderland that remains are the merchants, though residents will find them changed. Their masks are the faces of animals, their booths are run down, and they'll swindle, scam, and even steal from you if you don't watch out.

But that's not all. What rave would be complete without candy? It's all over the place, littering every surface, in all shapes and colors. The floors are littered with empty wrappers that tempt you: everyone else is doing it, so it can't hurt to have a piece. Right? ♥

And it doesn't! Not at first, anyway. At first, it's quite pleasant, inducing cheerful, playful, laid back moods in anyone who consumes it. It's quite addictive once you've had a taste, but there seems to be plenty to go around."

Then the post says something about changes when the 20th rolls around. But today is not the 20th, so who cares? IT'S PARTY TIME!

Comments

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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."

[jivitadana.livejournal.com]

First the Mansion had turned into Tartarus, and now it was Club Escapade. It really had to make up its mind. Back at home it had been routine for Minato to stay up past midnight, and now with all the music and lights? All the more reason to stay up and find out what was going on.

No retreat from the Mansion's current mix of music. Even his MP3 player was playing the same rave music despite the number of playlists he had. He wandered the Mansion for some time, pocketed a piece of candy or two, and then found himself outside on the Grounds that had also changed into what looked like a city's rundown red-light district.

At least outside he saw someone familiar amidst all the changes.

"Another event, it seems."

[40410.livejournal.com]

Alex seconds this tag hard, and has retreated to the streets outside the mansion until further notice. He stays within sight of it, though, because who knows when grungy streets might become a grungy labyrinth just to mess with people?

Unfortunately for him, the only clothes his closet would give him came liberally pre-splashed with neon paint and glitter. His arms are crossed over his chest and he's linefacing like a champion.

He does acknowledge Naoto with a nod and a slightly raised hand when he spots her, though.

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

Unlike Naoto, Rose seems to be enjoying this event. It's the first for a long time.

"Naoto? Are you alright?" she had to ask. She seemed so... ugh.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

By the time Philip's on the dance floor, Poland's curiosity has gotten the better of him... a couple of times, and he is also feeling pretty good. Everything's shiny and warm and happy!

He can't really be bothered to watch where he's dancing, but that's all right, right? It's all all right!

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

Everybody knows that the best way to find out what something is is to eat it. That's a tried and tested theory, and it's why when Daniel encounters Philip he's already smiling blissfully and swaying to the beat of... whatever the hell that noise is. (Though it's a lot more appealing than it was when it woke him up.)

"Philip! Look!"

He runs up, holding out something utterly amazing.

Something bright and many-coloured, bent into a rough hoop.

Something magical.

"Philip! Philip, Philip, it's glowing!"

[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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?"

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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?"

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Poland. I know you were trying to remain standing and everything, but life just doesn't go as planned. Especially considering the troll drooling teal all over the floor in the middle of the hallway. It's understandable that you might not notice her. She's in all black, as usual-- the only thing really standing out would be those candycorn horns.

But, hey. The party don't stop. Not even on the floor. And, well, she really wants to tell you about the miracles she's seeing.

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

Rose happened to be passing by wearing this (http://i53.tinypic.com/fxqudh.jpg). She figured if this place became rave like, might as well dress it. She noticed Poland trying to get past and he seemed somewhat lost. She had to snicker slightly at his outfit.

"Poland! Where you going?" she asked.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Wesker was in the middle of converting his bedroom into a laboratory when a pulsing rhythm started vibrating the walls and foundation. The room was still dark, but lab tables now lined the walls, along with various measuring instruments needed for his research. He had just finished setting up his desk as the pulsing evolved into muffled dance music. One of the vials danced its way off the desk to the rhythm and fell to the floor, shattering on impact. He frowned and rectified the situation by 'cleaning up' all of the glass wear in his room.

He walked over to his door and opened it and was instantly flashed by one of the strobes in the hall. Growling from the moment of blindness, he deduced that this must be one of the events Spencer had spoken about. Once his vision returned, he looked around and saw brightly colored items littering every surface visible. He knelt down and inspected one. "Candy?"

He stood up and tossed the candy back on to the floor and wondered just what the mansion had turned into.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

There is just too much in Karkat's life that is annoying. And this music is just adding to the overall pile of stinking, pointless annoyances. He's stomping down the hallway, crushing candy under his feet as he goes and muttering colorful epithets under his breath.

He almost runs into Wesker who--damn him--is rather taller than Karkat. Stopping short, he glares up at the human.

"Are you just going to fucking stand there?"

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

The emperor is not please with the noise. He's standing outside, surveying the change to Wonderland. The only consolation to him is that a T-shirt and jeans really emphasizes the fact that he is in excellent shape.

He picks up a piece of chocolate and tries it tentatively.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

Someone is watching you.

Silently.

The glowing makes him somewhat less than stealthy, though. Fancy markings and bright-colored tank top and painted nails aside, his skin is pale enough to glow in the blacklights and neon as well. Then again, strange blends of light and shadow might well be like camouflage around here.

[Warning you may get touched. Bring Mace.]

[skater-lynx.livejournal.com]

Haru is alive when midnight comes. Of course he knows that skyline. Those gorgeous city lights. This little mockery is of home. His head hurts like hell but god that beat makes it sting so sweetly with each little throb~ <3

He sways the music, dancing down the seventh hall. Hell he even does a handstand because he feels like it. Haru's wardrobe really needs no change but today he's wearing a white fishnet shirt with long sleeves and pink shorts. His skin is painted with a pink and blue fluorescent paint which gives him chesire inspired stripes all over his body.

While he doesn't get the reason for all the candy it certainly is tempting. The quarter pops a heart shaped lollipop in his mouth and smiles.

"This is really good~ <3"

[calculatedfire.livejournal.com]

Ryuho finally bestirs himself to come downstairs. He does not seem terribly happy with the noise and lights, but they won't let him sleep.

[scary-enough.livejournal.com]

Spencer hadn't been asleep when the music had started. Which was probably just as well, because it had near enough given her heart failure as it was. Not to mention that suddenly everything was neon and blacklight, a definite change to what she was used to.

Naturally, her first instinct had been to find the source of the blaring music so she could get whoever was responsible to cut it the hell out. With that in mind, she had begun to wander the halls looking for anyone she could find.

Which was when she noticed the candy.

She had picked up a couple of pieces, more for curiosity than anything else, which were now stowed in the back pocket of her jeans. Now she was simply looking for anyone she knew, if not the culprit for the mansion's new look and sound.

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

Admittedly, this ain't Beiste's kind of club. She's more into the honky tonk, not gonna lie. Still, something about that beat--

unt-ss unt-ss unt-ss

--man, it is infectious.

So, since she can't really sleep anyhow, she's just wandering about, head bobbing pleasantly. Unfortunately, she's so distracted by her dancing that she runs right into someone.

"Whoops, sorry about that. This lighting's a little disorientating." Unt-ss unt-ss unt-ss.

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Now the music certainly woke Delta up from sleep. He was a light sleeper, and this was an annoyance. He yawned bitterly and shuffled outside to see the strange surroundings. The music was shaking him to his core. That UNS UNS UNS did more than make the walls shake, it made his head pound. Just what the hell was going on?

He glanced around the hall outside to see candy scattered everywhere. Candy was tempting, but it was the mansion. He wasn't trusting it right now. For all he knew, it could be poisonous or something.

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

Miguel's usually pretty careful. He doesn't have that inner-voice Tulio was talking about, maybe, but he's not a complete idiot. So he smelled and tasted the candy before he actually ate any. He's almost completely certain it was not poisonous.

Plus it tastes really good. And it makes everything purple, like at the feast in El Dorado. He likes it. So he's busy gathering more when he wanders into the GREAT BIG METAL GUY and has to stop and stare.

"Wooooow. What're you?" The candy in his hands gets dumped into his pants and now Miguel's decided to start tugging on the metal man's arm, grinning gleefully.

[takeonthestairs.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh, this is so much fun, you don't even know. Tavros is having so much fun outside with the merchants. Looking at what they have to sell and just, exploring the little run down booths. He's so happy. Happy that is, until a few minutes later...

And a few minutes later happens as merchant tries to swindle and or steal Tavros' wheelchair from him.

[kyokugen-sun.livejournal.com]

Ryohei's wandering around outside, because the noise is a little quieter out here, looking for people he knows.

And oh hey, there's Tavros! Aweso-- I mean extreme!

He jogs over. "Tavros!"

[two-in-eden.livejournal.com]

Seimei had been minding his own damn business midnight. However the library is a dangerous place when the walls start thumping and a cup of tea can be tainted when a sweet candy falls from the ceiling.

The sacrifice is happy and he knows it. So much so he doesn't feel like inducing vomiting or freaking the fuck out.

Seimei wanders the halls humming to himself while his tail twitches to the beat..

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

[Who doesn't love dancing around like idiots in flashy clothing? Rose decided to enjoy this event for once. She decided to wear a rave outfit (http://i53.tinypic.com/fxqudh.jpg) since this place was now practically a rave. Anyone like to dance like an idiot with her? :D]