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- !4th wall,
- !event,
- 9s,
- @heartstone manor,
- alphys,
- ashleigh mischief,
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- cole,
- commander syrlya,
- five,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
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- hinawa,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- junko enoshima,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- mercury black,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- reira akaba,
- rin okumura,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- taako,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- the psiioniic,
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yugo,
- yuzu hiragi,
- yūya sakaki,
- zangetsu,
- zecora
⇨ FOURTH WALL EVENT! (OPEN TO ALL)
Who: Everyone and the 4th Wall Visitors!
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
THE GRAND BALL↴![]() Heartstone Manor is a giant, spooky castle floating in the middle of a twilight filled void. It is the home of a Wyld Fae calling himself The Prince - and despite his name, he is a bestial creature crammed into a gentleman's clothing, completely obsessed with replicating the ideals of old timey human society, much like the 1800's. The Prince and his many servants all dress in a manner appropriate to to the 1500's - 1800's, and decorum and beauty are held sacred above all else. All the workers of the carnival are currently staying there, in the hope of enabling a successful diplomatic venture between the Ringmaster and the Prince. The Grand Ball is being thrown by the Prince to honour these guests, but his manner of doing this is going to come as a bit of a surprise.
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But Reira walks onward, gathering more dishes until it's time that they hit the threshold from which all the patrons are barred access. Alright. It'll be safe here.]
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He can't be quite as rude to the carnival workers as some others, but he's not nice to them either, or not by his own definition to himself. Have to serve them instead of avoiding them though.
Regardless, he finds here there, where the decor abruptly goes from opulent to the plain look befitting their status.]
I picked up some for myself, too, but I won't feel right eating anything if you don't.
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[He crouches next to her and scarfs a thing that he doesn't taste.]
I wish you could be happy doing this, Reira. I mean. I'm happy.
[This is happiness, isn't it?]
I'm not saying fake it. I just... I don't know. This is my fault, so I wish I could make things better for you.
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....And....]
.....You're not. [He's not. He's not really happy. Something keeps getting in the way of the feeling. Something strange-maybe fear, but it doesn't feel like that. It's something else. A wrongness (she's scared of it), a wrongness she can't explain (it makes her scared).
She....]
....I'm fine. [....She's not.]
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Of course I'm happy.
[He looks at her helplessly, and then if she doesn't move away when he leans in he's gonna give her a hug.]
You're as fine as I'm happy.
[Julien can't quite articulate that this isn't happiness, but he can think around it, a little, enough to know that things are wrong and then forget it, many times over. He pulls back again, dusts himself off.]
All right. Time to get back to it, huh?
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...but I'm fine, [she replies, standing stiffly. There is no need to dust herself. She simply adjusts her hold on the basket, and moves to deposit the dishes she had.] ...We just need to keep working.
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[Julien pauses then goes oh why not and dips at the waist so he can brush his lips and palps against the top of her head. And against that rock flower, with one of said palps. He's up again and turning away in a second.]
I'll track you down later. Stay out of trouble, kid.