asgardmeridiem | NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

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NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

Who: Everyone!
What: New Years Eve! WUTWUT.
When: Err...New Years Eve. Wut...wut? (December 31st, Day 14, etc.)
Where: The Castle Plaza
Rating: Worksafe. If this changes, PLEASE INFORM THE MODS.

[Look down. Now back up! Where are you? You're in the Castle Plaza, with the Gods your Gods could God like.

[Lively, pleasant music hangs in the air around you as fireworks explode in the sky above. There is a tempting aroma teasing at your nostrils. Where is it coming from? Those long tables at the center of the plaza, overflowing with food you love. Craving anything from home? You'll be sure to find it there.

[Look around you. What do you see? Carnival games. Hundreds of Carnival games, including a dunk tank, and all for free! Carnival games not your thing? Why not give the dance floor a try? That music is awfully catchy, and just look at all those stunning lights!

[Enjoy yourselves, travelers. A New Year is upon us.]

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Heheheheheh...

YUP.

[HONK HONK. HONK.]

How about you, motherfucker?

ARE YOU OKAY?

Are you?

[Honkhonk.]

ARE YOU?

Heheheheh...heheheheheheh...

[There's no need for that language - the thought pops into her head, but she stifles it immediately. She's not telling him off in this state.]

I'm... fine... [Taking a shaky step forward.] Why are you all alone over here? Did someone upset you?

[She's getting closer...

[His smile fades again, but returns only an instant later, along with his incessant honking.]

ALONE? Who's alone? MOTHERFUCKER'S GOT ALL THE FRIENDS HE NEEDS.

[Honkhonkhonk.]

CAN'T YOU SEEM 'EM ALL? LOOK AROUND YOU, MOTHERFUCKER.

[And what do you see? People. Everywhere, people. Strangers. All threats.]

[Is he - hallucinating? Or does he mean the people at the fair, even though he appears to be hiding away from them? Either way, it's a really strange response. She's seen people break down, but not this hard.]

Would... you rather I left you and your friends alone, then? [Forcing a smile. Please, please, give her an out so that she doesn't have to turn tail and run.]

Oh man...you're not just gonna up and come here...UP AND COME...AND GET IN A MOTHERFUCKER'S BUSINESS...up and asking a motherfucker...IF HE'S MOTHERFUCKING OKAY...and then up AND MOTHERFUCKING RUN, ARE YOU?

[Are you? He's standing up now, laughing, honking...]

Heheheh...no...NO THIS MOTHERFUCKER...this motherfucker would rather you stay SO HE CAN TEACH YOU WHAT IT MOTHERFUCKIN' MEANS to be MOTHERFUCKIN' OKAY.

[Oh God, oh God, that sounds like a threat. Forget the actual words, that sounds a lot like a threat.]

I - I didn't mean to bother you - ! I just wanted to - I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Spit it out, sister. SPIT IT the motherfuck OUT.

[Or he'll make you. He stumbles closer, still honking and laughing lazily.]

If - if you were lonely, I thought maybe - you might want company - but you've got friends, you said so, so you don't need me. I'm sorry for bothering you. [It comes out in a lightning-fast jumble, and now she's starting to back away, each step stumbling just a little.]

Leave now? Heheheh...No, sister...NOT. YET. Not until this motherfucker ALL UP AND SAYS that you can motherfuckin' leave.

[He's dragging his feet a bit, and at this speed, you'll definitely have some time to escape...God knows when he'll pick it up, though...There's something in him, somewhere, pulling him back...keeping him honking and laughing instead of killing...

[But who knows how long that can last...]

I've said I'm sorry. What more can I do?!

[Backing up another step, but she knows she's not a fast runner, and there's enough distance between here and the crowds at the festival for him to catch her. If she can just talk him down... ah, if only Moji were here! She didn't trust him a bit, but he was good at calming people down. She can feel tears of fear and loneliness pricking her eyelids. Where are her friends when she needs them?]

((ooc: i'm always open to mild injury if he does snap (i came into this knowing it was possible), but can i request something below the neck? she's done video posts with people since the carnival, and it'd be hard to retcon in a facial scar ten comments into a thread ;; if she gets away, that's all good too, but just in case. thanks!))

((Ooc: Oh, absolutely! I wasn't going to try anything without getting your permission first, anyway. In fact, I was sort of hoping that she'd be able to escape, just because of what's been happening in other threads. I think that when he first snaps and hurts someone it'll be a pretty big deal for him, so I'm not sure I want him to do it JUST yet, since we decided to have Karkat come in on another thread instead.))

Run, sister.

[Honk, honkhonk. He see's those tears. Stumbling closer. Honk honk.]

RUN, MOTHERFUCKER.

[HONKHONK. HONNNK.]

HAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

((escape it is! o7))

[She lets out a small, strangled shriek and turns to bolt, holding her cloak tight around her so that he can't grab onto it and drag her back. All the way back into the crowds, she's listening desperately for footsteps so that she can gauge where he is and how hard she has to run.]

[He stumbles backwards, back against the corner of the booth, and slides back into his hiding place, no longer laughing; just honking...

[She got away. That's...good. Yea. That's good...]

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NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

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Holy HTML fail, Batman...

good thing i'm batman, so i see through html fail o.o

Phew! /wipes forehead

just doin' my job, sir.

/quietly swoons

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