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!

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Wesker shook off his hand, glass falling to the ground. He looked to the troll and saw that he had brandished a weapon. Wesker turned to Karkat and crossed his arms. "Lets just say that it is not healthy for me to dwell on a...certain thorn in my side."

He felt slight pain in his hand, and proceeded to take his glove off. Shards of glass were embedded in his skin, and he removed them without hesitation. The wounds had already begun to heal, and he was glad to see that he still retained the ability to regenerate at a significantly increased rate.

Replacing his glove, he looked back at the troll, now calm and collected, and asked, "From where did you acquire the sickle? I hadn't noticed you carrying it before."

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Karkat watches Wesker's motions, calming down quickly. He eyes the wounds he can see on the man's hand, looking for any trace of blood.

"My sylladex." Having said so, he captchalogues (http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Captchalogue#Captchalogue_Deck) the sickle, apparently making it disappear. "It's a system that's unique to my world I guess. It's a method of storing items, so I can always carry them with me."

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"I see you've noticed my hand. Heightened cell regeneration is another side effect of the virus." He flexed his hand, feeling no pain from the incident that had just occurred.

He raised an eyebrow and replied, "That seems to be quite an efficient way to go about storing items. Almost like a physical data storage system."

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Karkat nods, almost disappointed at the lack of blood. He has the idea that human blood is red and wants to confirm this without having to ask.

"That's pretty much exactly what it is." Though he doesn't understand the mechanics of it all that well himself. "A lot of the time, they're more trouble than they're worth."