http://misterblackbird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] misterblackbird.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2009-11-05 10:26 pm

Ongoing; Open

When; [Remember, Remember] the Fifth of November
Rating; PG - PG13 [let's not burn down the City, please]
Characters; The Master Harold Saxon [[livejournal.com profile] neverendingbeat], Cain Hargreaves [[livejournal.com profile] misterblackbird], and you!
Summary; "Harold" and Cain have arranged to have a bonfire in Misery Square--complete with five effigies for five certain favorite deities. Come and warm up, throw a log (or a chair) on the fire, set off a few fireworks, and enjoy the warm glow of being Anonymous~ [This is an open log for anyone and everyone who might come to see the bonfire. Jump in and out, threadjack, mingle, and enjoy!]

Log; The fire is ready and waiting: a stack of dry wood in the middle of Misery Square. There's something haunting and almost ghoulish at the masked figures beginning to gather around it. Perhaps some can be told by their walk or their manner of speech, but the masks hide everything else, face and voice.

Perhaps it's just as well: a little rebellion on a holiday celebrating the foiling of a rebellion. But, then, it's just as strange, perhaps, to launch fireworks to celebrate something not being blown up with gunpowder.

In any event, it's a good excuse to light a bonfire on a cold night, burn the Deities in effigy (and those five straw men are lined up and waiting, perched over the wood, all ready and waiting), light some fireworks, and gather together as unknowns but knowing.

One only needs a spark.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] surf's up!)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2009-11-07 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm, I guess you're right." Setting the trousers down with a giggle and looking around her for something more appropriate. "They even make burning them in effigy difficult," she added, rolling her eyes.

[identity profile] neverendingbeat.livejournal.com 2009-11-07 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"The utter cheek!" said the Master, mock-offended. "Attention!" he said loudly, turning away from the dolls. "Anonymous legions! Do any of you happen to have a dress on you that we could burn?! Either an extra you brought because you're lovely and you plan ahead or just the one you're wearing! What do you care? You're anonymous! Take advantage and get naked. I assure you that I and many others will appreciate your kind gesture." He paused. "Anyone?"
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] oh so innocent)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2009-11-07 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't seem to be work~ing~," Road sing-songed. "If only we know where they kept they actual clothes - but that might just make them a little bit too angry."

[identity profile] neverendingbeat.livejournal.com 2009-11-07 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"And we don't, besides," said the Master. He considered petty thievery a moment. When he'd done so much worse, the Doctor could hardly...but petty thievery. That was so not him. At all.

Then again, it was better than buying a fancy dress that he was certain he'd need for at least one of the deities. They wouldn't notice it was gone until it was already in ashes. This one things would probably be easier if he were anonymous.

"Do you want to go take one?" he asked. "Or several? From the closest store?"
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [noah] heehee~)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2009-11-07 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dresses?" Road had had enough people spoiling her silly with dresses and gifts in the City to know just where to go to find what they needed. "I guess I can do that~!"

She was off quite quickly, and returned just as fast, far faster than should be possible, with her arms full of the clothes they needed.

[identity profile] neverendingbeat.livejournal.com 2009-11-07 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Well this was a million times easier than he had expected.

"Well done!" said the Master cheerfully. "Oh, these are good. They'll definitely get the message across." He took a dress from her and went on to dressing the third, unclothed doll. The faster he got this done, the sooner the REALLY good bit could begin.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] can't believe u said that)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2009-11-07 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
By now Road was rather bored of doing all the work, so she just watched him clothing the other dolls, lollipop still stuck in her mouth.

"It's going to be a very big fire, isn't it~?" It had better be worth all the hassle.

[identity profile] neverendingbeat.livejournal.com 2009-11-07 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," said the Master, finishing off the one he was currently dressing and moving along to the fourth. "I tried to light it before but it went out rather quickly. I'll have to resort to some less subtle and more amusing methods this time. You're much less likely to mind than the woman I was speaking to before. But once I do light it, it will be big, definitely." He eyed the pile of wood that only grew as random members of the audience added kindling to it.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] pouty mcpout face)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2009-11-08 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I can help light it!" Not that she was particularly fond of fire over other methods of destruction, but it was still fun. She giggled a bit.

"Amusing methods are always better ♥ But I'm not surprised some people objected. So many spoilsports." Her grin twisted into a pout for a second, before she cheered up again. It's not like spoilsports had ever stopped her before now.

[identity profile] neverendingbeat.livejournal.com 2009-11-08 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you'd like," said the Master. "And yes, why do something the boring way when your way is so much better?"

The Master hurried along, buttoning a long series of buttons that one dress seemed to have for no real reason and then realising how ridiculous that was, doing the top button up and dressing the final Guy. Finished, he stood up, threw the rest of the clothing on top of the fire and then placed each Guy on the pile. There was more than enough room for all five. This was going to be a truly stunning bonfire.

Standing back from it, he quickly tried to decide whether or not he should make a speech. All right, not a speech, even with how much he wanted to. Instead, he gestured to the Guys and yelled, "Ladies, gentlemen and others, your oppressors!" Turning back to Road, he said, "All right, now, let's light it," and took his laser screwdriver out of his coat.