Anti-Valentine's Day Party

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When; Valentine's Day, 5 p.m. to 10 p.m.
Rating; TBA
Characters; Umehito Nekozawa fufufromouran
Summary; Nekozawa is holding an Anti-Valentine's Day Party to contrast with Tamaki's Valentine's Day Ball. Surely this will end well.
Log; Welcome to the Opera House! You may notice it's looking a little different today. That would be because of the interesting decor made for the big day...

In fact, it's decorated more like a funeral house, with the theme of black and blood red. There are flowers and herbs decorated alongside... except they are mostly dead and dried up. The walls are lined up with images of broken hearts, cupid's without wings, and painted hex symbols. There also appears to be music playing, alternating between funeral dirges and death metal. Several tables have been set up for different activities, but there's also room for dancing, if you are that weird. Every activity will get its own thread, and please feel free to threadhop/jack!

Banquet table - it's an open bar, with plenty of alcohol and other drinks. As for food, we've got chocolates, cookies, and cakes... looking like 'realistic' hearts or broken hearts, and having a sour taste. There's also fresh fruit in case you think 'chocolate can go to hell', and ice cream for those who need to drown their sorrows.

Bon fire - A small, but controlled fire is nestled comfortably in a corner, with mini tables stacked with books of just awful love poetry, pathetic looking hallmarky cards and photos of people in Paradisa. And smores.

Archery - Bows, arrows, and the like are arranged if you feel like taking a shot. Again, pictures of Paradisa are available to hang up to shoot at. If you can hit them right in the middle, you win a prize - your choice of a Belzenef puppet, delicious cream croquet, or a bottle of wine to take home.

Spellcraft - An entire table dedicated to the dark arts, Nekozawa will be teaching/offering to put spells on those you despise. None of these will work, but good luck trying to convince him of that.

Dance Floor - Self-explanatory, if you find death metal to be waltzy.

Enjoy, and go nuts!

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BANQUET TABLE

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BANQUET TABLE

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This was supposed to make him feel better. Flynn shoves more food in his mouth and wonders why he doesn't feel better. Free food and the comfort of fellow miserable people; what more can a man ask for?

He knows the answer, but he doesn't want to admit it.

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Suddenly, a strange voice (belonging to a stranger person) comes from right behind the thief.

"Fufufufu... enjoying yourself~?"

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Flynn screams. Just a little. And jumps ten feet off the ground.

"WHAAAAAAT?"

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"I'll take that as a yes."

So says a teenager boy in a dark cloak. What a proud moment for you, Flynn.

"Is there anything lacking with your meal, my good guest?"

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What a creepy guy. It takes a lifetime for Flynn's heart to slow down. He looks down at his plate and feels his stomach churn.

"My appetite."

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Someone he doesn't know. He seems to be, uh, angry. And kinda weird. But everyone in the City was pretty weird, and usually pretty nice. He wasn't sure about that second one with this guy just now. Demyx has still got his hood up, and is debating just walking away.

But then he kinda trips. And he's now on the floor.

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

No. Oh no. Not another one. What was with the creepy hooded guys? Was this part of the dress code?

Still, that fall looked like it might have hurt.

"Uh...are you okay?"

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Yes.





Oh, wait. No.

Demyx manages to get up by himself, for all that it looked. "Yeah. I'm-" somehow, the words 'I'm used to it' doesn't seem to be the sort of thing to say about falling. "Uh, yeah." Pause. "How're you?"

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"Here." Flynn's tone implying, How do you THINK I am?

But he doesn't really want to talk about it. "So...is that some kind of dress code? Am I not dressed right for the occasion?"

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Maria, dressed in her best black moire ruffles and, as ever, wearing her crown of jet, nibbles as delicately as possible on a rather unsettlingly realistic chocolate heart. She will have to mind carefully to keep the strawberry jam inside it from dripping onto her dress, but she will do her best, even if she is rather distracted by the decorations and the people wandering by...

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But then, a napkin is gently dabbled at her cheek, with Nekozawa on one knee to take care of any spills or messes she might take.

"There you go..."

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"Uuu~ Thank you--Maria will be more careful next time. Maria was looking around, uuu! Mister Nekozawa has the best party, uuu."

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Once the mess is cleared, he gives her an appreciative head pat.

"Thank you, my little witch. I'm very happy you think so... What do I need a girlfriend or a wife for, when you already make me so happy?"

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"Uuu! You don't need either, uuu, because we have each other, uuu!"

She nibbles at the heart a little pensively for a moment.

"Mister Nekozawa, Maria knows just what pentacles to use today, uuu. Maria thinks everyone should cast lots of spells, uuu."

BON FIRE

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ARCHERY

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SPELLCRAFT

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Quietly, quietly, Maria is chalking two pentacles onto the floor, the Third Pentacle of Mars and the Fourth Pentacle of Saturn. There is no need for any of the Pentacles of Venus today, no need to excite anyone into love, no need to put one's wishes upon another, no need to attract the eye of a lover. Rather, both of these pentacles, the best ones for the occasion, encourage ruin, destruction, wrath, and a breaking of things.

They will do very well for the occasion.

Any work to be done can be done within these circles.

DANCE FLOOR

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OTHER/MISC.

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[Thought of something else to do? Want to do a combination of things? Go for it, this entire log is free range!]

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Demyx had gotten an invite, so he came. He was enjoying his boat, of course, but you were supposed to go when you were invited, right? He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he's looking around. And he knows Nekozawa, at least.

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And Nekozawa knows him, which is why there's a sudden voice behind the Nobody.

"Greetings~"

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From someone who regularly teleports via portals, this doesn't really shock him much, if at all. Instead, he gets a grin.

"Hey! So, your invitation was kinda confusing." And lots of black and drippy letters. "What is this again?"

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He was a little disappointed that he wasn't able to frighten his friend, but it was only a minor detail.

"An Anti-Valentine's Day Celebration! We who do not need to be reminded of love and heartache come here to show our hate of love, how we do not need someone at our side constantly, we are proud to be us and only us!"