FIRE CANDY EVENT POST [OPEN]

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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

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Karkat's glaring as well, as though the presence of all of this candy is a personal insult to him. "Karkat Vantas."

Starting down the stairs carefully, he glances sideways. "I'm a troll. That's my species. You can stop fucking staring now."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

"I was merely waiting for an answer," he snapped back. Wesker wasn't usually so quick to anger, but the music and overall atmosphere of the mansion was starting to get to him.

His eyes went back to scanning the surroundings as they continued down the stairs, his boots crunching the sugary sweets with each step he took.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Anger isn't intimidating to Karkat, who lives in a state of perpetual grumpiness. Call it a cultural difference.

"Here are some more answers: no, we don't live under bridges, we're an alien race from a planet called Alternia, we created your planet or one version of it, and we're a lot fucking stronger than we look." His tone is a bit flippant, but everything he's saying is factual. "Now I hope we've learned something new and grown, today."

Karkat, unfortunately, isn't interested in ingratiating himself to anyone.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Wesker listened as well as he could over the pulsing of the beat in his ears. Seeing as Karkat was willing do divulge so much about himself, Wesker felt he should do the same...to allow them to 'learn something new and grow', as the troll had mentioned.

"I believe I have; thank you for the insight. Guess I should give you some information about myself in return. I was infected by a virus over a decade ago; hence the eyes," he finished as his irises glowed brighter. He didn't feel the need to go into any more detail with the troll. He kind of liked how forward the other was and realized they could both coexist without issue.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Wesker could feel every beat pound throughout his body, the music at it's highest level. "This is really beginning to irritate me..."

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Well that explained that. Karkat had initially thought it was a trick of the light, but the other explanation was more interesting.

Not feeling that he had given away much at all about himself that wasn't known to anyone else, Karkat shrugs and veers toward the front doors of the mansion.

"Get used to it. It'll be like this the next few days."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

His eyes widened slightly as he heard Karkat respond. "A few days? Tell me you're joking." The tyrant rolled his eyes, replacing the sunglasses to their home.

He watches as Karkat took off toward the entrance. Seeing as he had yet to venture outside, he decided to follow the troll.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

"I fucking wish. This hive tries to mess with your thinkpan, and sleep deprivations as good a way as any to do it, right?"

Karkat shoves one of the doors open and steps outside. The music is still audible, but muted out here. Staring around at the cityscape, the troll crosses his arms over his chest and kicks at some litter near his feet.

"This is new."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Hearing the Karkat's response, Wesker was glad he didn't require much sleep. The virus had taken that need away from his body, and he was quite grateful. Not sleeping had allowed more time for him to carry out his research and trials with Uroboros.

He breathed in the fresh air as he stepped outside, the music in the mansion muted once the door had closed behind them. He looked around, noticing the property was lined with shady looking buildings. "Is this not how it normally looks? This is the first time I have ventured outside the mansion..."

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

"Usually it's a garden and some fields and a forest and the ocean. But it's been winter since I got here. The seasons here are like earth seasons, I think, but I still don't really get the earth calendar."

He shrugs, letting the door swing shut behind himself and stepping down into the vacant street. The neon lights on the buildings surrounding them tint his gray skin shades of green and pink as he looks around.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

"So this is part of the event, then...Interesting." He strode forward, scanning his surroundings as he approached the first building, a neon sign lighting up the street before it. He stopped before it and looked up, his eyes lighting up behind his shades. "Interesting indeed," he mumbled to himself.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

"That happens sometimes." Karkat follows Wesker for no better reason than that he has nothing else to do. "One time we were all underwater."

His expression makes it clear that he's not sure this is an improvement.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

His eyebrows raised at Karkat's words. "I bet that was an...enlightening experience."

He turned his attention to the other buildings lining the street. Do they dare enter one at this hour?

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Karkat, doing the same, takes not of the fact that none of these new buildings seem to have doors. Frowning, he looks back at the mansion.

"I guess it's either hang around out here or go back to the hive and that fucking noise."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

"I think I would prefer one these...clubs. If that's what they are." The pounding bass of the mansion could still be heard, and Wesker would rather avoid the place for as long as possible.

His eyes wandered up and down the street. "Any preference as to which one we should lay low in?"

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm...what sort of complications arise from using this device?" he questioned as they neared the end of the street. His eyes continued to wander, noticing that he and Karkat were still alone in the street. Now that they were a good distance from the mansion, he found the silence welcoming and was able to relax somewhat.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

"Depends on the kind of fetch modus you're using. My old one was a piece of shit. It'd put items into a safe and then I had to hack it to get the damn thing out. And the safe's were physical objects so they just made holes in my floor. It wasn't worth the damn work so I never used it."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help but wonder just what kind of planet Alternia was. From how Karkat had been describing varying aspects of his world, technology played an important role in every day life for the trolls.

"That would be quite frustrating, I can imagine. Technology, while useful, can be quite a hindrance at times."

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

"No fucking kidding."

Karkat shuffles his feet a little, then looks up. The music from the mansion is starting to be audible again. He could have sworn they were walking along a straight road, but as he looks ahead, he can see the building through the neon lights around them.

"....This place is such a fucking joke."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

"I couldn't agree more," he grimaced as the pounding from the mansion reached his ears once more. How is that they had managed to walk a line down the street and end up once again in front of the mansion? Wesker realized that Wonderland continued to confuse and befuddle. And in Wesker's case, to annoy.

He glared at the mansion and wondered what they should do next. He definitely did not want to step back into the mansion, fully aware of what actions he'd commit in doing so.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Karkat's already decided what he's going to do, and sits down on the curb. "Fuck that noise. I'm staying here."

For the next few days, if he has to.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

"Might as well, I'm afraid.." he trailed off as his eyes scanned the surroundings, wondering if there was anything he could do to keep himself occupied for the time being.

He sighed and then remembered that he was still wearing his holster. He reached under his coat and pulled out his Samurai Edge. Turning the gun over in his hands, he noticed that it was still in pristine condition, not a single scratch anywhere. He discharged the magazine and found that it was still at capacity from before his arrival. Clicking the magazine back into place, he aimed the gun at one of the signs on the opposite end of the street and smirked to himself.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Watching Wesker, Karkat rests his elbows on his knees and puts his chin in one hand.

"Let's see how good a shot you are."

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Still aiming his gun at the sign, he glanced down at Karkat and responded, "That sounded like a challenge."

He looked back to the sign and fired the gun, the bullet shattering the neon bulbs. Without missing a beat, he instantly switched hands and pulled the trigger once more, sending another sign to crash to the ground below.

"Looks like my weapon still 'gets the job done'," he said, a crooked smile spreading across his lips.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Karkat's impressed and not bothering to hid it.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help but laugh at the troll's reaction, and laughing was not something Wesker did often.

Once he had regained his composure, Wesker looked back down the street and commented, "By your reaction, I'm guessing you underestimated my abilities with a firearm."

He reached behind, underneath is coat and brought out his bowie. Although he didn't find much use for it, he looked it over to make sure it was in the same condition like the gun. He walked over to Karkat and held the bowie out to him, "I think you'll find this more to your liking."