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Entry tags:
- amnesia: daniel,
- axis powers hetalia: poland,
- bioshock: sofia lamb,
- bioshock: subject delta,
- deadman wonderland: nagi (owl),
- doubt: aikawa yuu,
- fire candy: haru,
- glee: burt hummel,
- glee: santana lopez,
- glee: shannon beiste,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- homestuck: terezi pyrope,
- marble hornets: alex kralie,
- mononoke: medicine seller,
- penumbra: philip,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 4: shirogane naoto,
- pretty little liars: spencer hastings,
- reborn!: sasagawa ryohei,
- resident evil: albert wesker,
- s-cry-ed: ryuho ryu,
- the road to el dorado: miguel,
- vampire academy: rose hathaway
FIRE CANDY EVENT POST [OPEN]
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!
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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Philip is taken aback, both by the request and the compliment. It does not at all dampen his cheer (certainly not with such a comfortable Victorian by his side), but it compels and motivates him to dig deeper for an answer.
"Fireflies!"
Any answer.
"They... they take on the colour of whatever you feed them, so... so you only have to hold them captive with- with colourful food, like, uh... strawberries for example and... and where was I? ... Right! And- and then you put them into the- into the--"
He motions towards the glowy object with the presently elusive name.
"And bam! That's... that's how you do that."
It is possible that this was a dumb joke between Philip and friends at some much earlier point in his life. It is possible that Philip is merely retelling it now for a laugh.
It is also entirely possible that it has presently substituted for the connection to reality which has gone largely missing in a sea of neon glow and NTISSNTISSNTISS.
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Daniel will buy pretty much anything, and that goes double when his brain is made of pudding and Christmas lights. Right now he sounds super impressed that Philip can readily call to mind such an interesting and believable bit of trivia about the wonderful leaps in post-Victorian technology.
"The future is so full of... full of... it's full of things!"
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Should the subject come up again in the future it is likely that he will make a mortified attempt at explaining the concept of chemiluminescence instead. But of course that would have to be at a point in time when he is actually capable of pronouncing the word chemiluminescence in the first place.
Right now he merely reacts to Daniel's last statement as if the Victorian had just shared a remarkably interesting discovery.
"I... I know!"
He beams, then falters a little.
"But," Philip draws Daniel closer and plucks at his outer layer of clothing, "I m-- I really miss the clothes."
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"So do I," he confesses. Though it's not upsetting like it was at first; it's just something he's aware of in a wobbly sort of way. "There is barely... barely the cloth here to clothe a baby."
He laughs. And also is exaggerating, though to the guy used to wearing 37438 layers everywhere it isn't that much of an exaggeration.
"I feel naked under this shirt."
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"But I," he begins and surveys Daniel with increased concern that shines through despite all the neon happiness.
"I think you are naked under this shirt."
This terribly dire diagnosis has been reached by Dr LaFresque after slipping his hand under the very same fabric and feeling no corset on Daniel's back whatsoever.
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But who cares? He's not up to parsing much beyond the fact that he's okay with it now.
"Well, then, that... would seem to explain it." He bunches his fingers idly in the fabric of Phil's own ravetastic shirt. "I hope... I hope I do not go back to any shape that's less, less pleasing."
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Give him a moment, this statement requires basic comprehension skills.
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Click.
"No!" Philip exclaims with a suddenly confident flash of realisation.
"Nooo, you... you couldn't look, you wouldn't, you-- You look very pleasing!"
Relieved to have provided this platonic piece of reassurance Philip chuckles to himself, for reasons unknown to all, likely even himself.
"Just the-- You know, you should, uh..." Philip tries to stumble across the right words while gesticulating avidly, amongst other things pointing at his own forehead.
"Your lantern! Your- your tiny lantern, that... that was so adorable."
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"You know," he says, "one fellow said... haha, he was hiding in a..."
Pause. He had been going to mention the hilarious fact that J thought the face-lantern marked him out as a vicious carnivore, but that's already forgotten and this conversation is now about anemones.
"A... a plant. But with little... little fingers."
He moves his own fingers against Philip's waist in demonstration.
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And that's where Philip's theory stops and his response to Daniel's helpful support gesture turns into laughter again, something rather more That's aaahahahahahahanemonahaha, thanks to what feels like an extra bucket of ticklish nerve endings, courtesy of your local drug candy high.
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SO!
"Oh, I see!"
THAT'S HOW IT IS!
There is only one appropriate response to finding that someone is ticklish, and everybody knows it. You laugh aloud and gleefully redouble the attack.
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''
...I'm sorry, what was that? Philip couldn't hear you over the sound of his own aaahahahahahasssstopitaahaaaa.
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Now imagine the above dialogue chopped up by Daniel's own ecstatic laughter. TICKLES FOR THE TICKLE GOD.
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And then at long last he grabs hold of Daniel's wrist. Pulling it upwards he wraps his other arm around Daniel's chest and draws him closer in what possibly looks like the world's most awkward tango position ever.
"I've," Philip chokes and pauses, taking in a deep breath of all the air he's been deprived of. "I've got you now."
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Daniel leans back against Philip's chest. He gropes vaguely with his free hand, at least keeping up an appearance of seeking freedom, but he's at the wrong angle to do much more than maybe pat both of them on the head. Fortunately, this is hilarious.
"Have - have mercy!"
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"And why should I do that?"
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Daniel's laughing too much to really think about building a convincing argument.
"I am hurt - hurt - stung! By, by your betraying!"
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Philip needs to consider his next decision ever so carefully.
"I shall grant you freedom after all!"
Gesturing excessively with one arm he all but lets go of Daniel, only lightly holding on to one of his hands still.
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Wait. There's something amiss here. He waves his captured wrist.
"No, for you still have me a... prisonder!"
Wait, you wanted real words from the dictionary! Fie on you. Take this mashup of similar words and be happy with it.
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"Is this the, the..." He puffs up his chest and puts on a faux-important voice for a moment. "Twenty-first century way of as-asking for one's dance?"
His sniggering is so totally manly.
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Which is instantly abandoned for the sake of going with the dance theme. Philip takes a big step back and bows...
"Would you do me--"
Correction: Takes a step back, stumbles and flails, catching himself with his back bent forward. He clears his throat and makes a show of brushing off nothing particular off his shirt.
Then he bows again and offers Daniel a hand.
"...Do me the honour?"