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tampered2009-10-31 12:21 pm
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When; 31 October, evening
Rating; G; may slide to PG in some threads
Characters; Clow, Yuuko, their friends, and whoever crashes
Summary; It's time for the Halloween Masquerade.~
Log;
Halloween was Yuuko's favorite holiday, and that was evident from the way she'd transformed the backyard into a Masquerade setting even royalty would be pleased with. Her efforts had been aided by her housemates, of course-- Clow had put in a great deal of work, whether she would credit it to him or not. Pumpkins carved by Sakura and her friends on Wednesday glimmered around the edge of the yard, their candles charmed not to blow out. There were tables set up for people who wanted to sit, but a large area for dancing. One might wonder if she'd convinced the surrounding trees to step back a little bit and give them room.
As for the hostess herself, she was resplendent in a peacock gown, eyes glittering with good humor behind her matching mask. She'd insisted upon it-- all attendees would receive a mask, even if they hadn't brought one themselves, even if they were a temporary visitor to the City.
The sun began to set; the witching hour approached, and the witch went to greet her guests.
[ooc: I've turned comment emails off for me for this post, so feel free to spam ust as much as you'd like.]
Rating; G; may slide to PG in some threads
Characters; Clow, Yuuko, their friends, and whoever crashes
Summary; It's time for the Halloween Masquerade.~
Log;
Halloween was Yuuko's favorite holiday, and that was evident from the way she'd transformed the backyard into a Masquerade setting even royalty would be pleased with. Her efforts had been aided by her housemates, of course-- Clow had put in a great deal of work, whether she would credit it to him or not. Pumpkins carved by Sakura and her friends on Wednesday glimmered around the edge of the yard, their candles charmed not to blow out. There were tables set up for people who wanted to sit, but a large area for dancing. One might wonder if she'd convinced the surrounding trees to step back a little bit and give them room.
As for the hostess herself, she was resplendent in a peacock gown, eyes glittering with good humor behind her matching mask. She'd insisted upon it-- all attendees would receive a mask, even if they hadn't brought one themselves, even if they were a temporary visitor to the City.
The sun began to set; the witching hour approached, and the witch went to greet her guests.
[ooc: I've turned comment emails off for me for this post, so feel free to spam ust as much as you'd like.]