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 the god of the lineface. If one were to trace the history of such an expression, they would find that it began in a fictional Japanese town upon the face of a young detective. A young detective named Naoto Shirogane. She perfected her art of lineface after experiencing many trials that simply make me shutter thinking about. It's a skill that she's planning on passing down to a single, suitable heir of her lineface empire.

But right now, at this single moment, it fails. All of her hard work-- blood, sweat, lineface tears-- It's all gone.

Because right now?

She's laughing at you, Alex. She is legitly laughing.

[40410.livejournal.com]

Even if Naoto had not just helplessly relinquished her title of god of the lineface, she would now be defeated by Alex, as his expression climbs to as yet unexplored reaches of linefaciness and plants a flag on the pristine summit of Mount Linefacia. His icon remains the same only because one displaying the true level of lineface would shatter minds, divide by zero and perhaps even google google.

"Thanks," he says. "I hadn't noticed how stupid I look."

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"Pardon me," she's covering her mouth. Alex's face (http://i52.tinypic.com/2z6h3y0.jpg) juxtaposed to the rest is just...

Too much.

[40410.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Yes, exactly.

"The closet wouldn't give me normal clothes, okay?"

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"Of course, of course." Snortlaugh oh my god this is just

MAN UP NAOTO. IT'S TIME TO PUT YOUR GAMEFACE ON.

"I hope you can find something else to wear soon."

[40410.livejournal.com]

If this event isn't careful he's pretty sure it's going to make him want to break things even worse than the last one did.

"Yeah, somewhere."

He might ask to use Naoto's clearly-functional closet, but the sheer number of them he's already tried without success makes him think that it's him, not the closets, that is cursed to failure.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

Naoto separately comes to the same conclusion and figures it would be superfluous to mention it.

"I feel that the only article of clothing I could offer you is my hat, and I doubt that would do much. My apologies." Pfffffffffffffffffffft.

Oh my god you are never living this down, Alex. She may not mention it ever again, but it will be there, seared into her retinas.

[40410.livejournal.com]

"It'd probably get covered in glitter the second it got near me."

It's just one of those days. The mansion has probably singled him out for personal torture, rather like it does every other 24 hours a day, seven days a week.