Action: Come one, come all!

[ofthebeast]

Characters: ALL THE PEOPLE
Open? Yes.
Where: The Palace
When: The night of the 3RD
What: A masquerade ball and a very deep sleep.
Warnings: Part of a comm-wide plot!

The Prince Sif has felled an unknown beast, and presented its stuffed head to the King. This would be reason enough for a ball, but there are victories to celebrate. More heroes arrive every day. The kingdom was aptly defended when the forest wall fell. No one has tried to assassinate the king in several days.

All told, a good night for a party. The theme of the ball is a masquerade, and shops in town have been surprisingly (almost suspiciously) able to provide gowns and masks in ready supply.

The palace has been opened to heroes and townspeople alike, provided they can present themselves appropriately. The heroes have been strongly encouraged to attend, and those who do not come voluntarily may well be greeted with royal retainers at their doorstep, outfit and dance card in hand. Expect a very full dance card, heroes.

The banquet table is stacked full of food – roasts and cheeses, summer fruits and vegetables, rivers of wine and more ornate desserts than should be permitted in a time or war. This evening is about success – best to enjoy it.

In the center of the ball sits the beast’s head. A scaly, purple thing. Its eyes have been taken out and replaced with rubies, its mouth twisted in the same sort of anguished look on its face as when Sif killed it. There has never been a beast like this in Schwanheim before – if you like, come closer and take a look. The king is very generous with his gifts.

[ooc: The party is a LIE. Well. No, it isn’t! Enjoy the party. Your characters will be expected to wear full masquerade gear, or they will be shunted aside and dressed properly.

After the attendees go home, they will be plagued with dreams more tangible than they have ever felt. More information here]

Comments

[goldeneyeball]

The thin man shook his head. "Not a lick...they gave me a book and I've figured a few things out..." He pointed to his mask. "I haven't found anything about going home in it though...you'd think if magic brought us here, it could send us back."

[consultmybooks]

"There are different sorts of magic. Some that, um, tend to react badly t-to interference by human beings." Even if you aren't entirely human yourself, which he gathers is the case with James. "I'm, I'm not entirely certain that the ones who intended to bring us here can control the magics they called on. It would explain a great deal, including why more of us keep coming."

Giles takes off his glasses to massage away the memory of a headache, sighing in sudden frustration. "I'd, um, I'd ask to take a look at your books, but..." Here he passes his hand through the table again.

[goldeneyeball]

Jame's brows drifted upwards. "So you can't throw vases around or knock pictures off the wall?"

Some ghost! Though his shoulders went a little slack at learning that. He'd met a few nasty ghosts and though Giles didn't seem nasty at all, it meant he didn't have to walk on eggshells should the guy turn on him.

A ghost was still a human and humans were wont to do that.

"That's a shame. I'd pay a man to transcribe me a Plain English version."

[consultmybooks]

"Not ordinarily, no. When cursed by a particularly territorial witch, though...well, um, that's another matter. By and large, though, I can only give the illusion of affecting the physical world - standing on the ground, leaning against things, a-and the like. I'm, um, not a poltergeist. And I'm quite glad of it."

Giles is already leery enough of being a ghost as it is. It's a small mercy that he's a sane and rational ghost, and the ability to differentiate himself from a poltergeist is almost, almost worth the burden of not being able to affect the physical world at all.

"I'm afraid my ability to do that would, um, would depend on what language it was in to start with. Do you know that much, at least?"

If worst came to worst, he could always get permission, possess James, and read it that way.

[goldeneyeball]

"English, I guess. I can read the words in it...but it's worded in and out and bass-ackwards and just about stupid." JW threw his hands in the air in frustration. Why did everything in this stupid place have to be so complicated?

[consultmybooks]

"...'bass-ackwards'?"

Giles wonders for a minute if they don't have more translation difficulties than just a matter of time of writing. England is a prolific country, when it comes to swears, but that's a new one on him, and it throws him for a second.

"...a-anyway. Um, a great many of the books I used to deal with...yes, those that were in English tended to be written in a style most would find, um, rather obtuse. I could probably make sense of it, given time."

...with a certain kind of assistance from James.

[goldeneyeball]

"Yeah, bass-ackwards and every which way," James repeated and nodded sourly. He squinted a little at Giles. He didn't know what obtuse meant...but it probably meant stupid and hard to read. The ghost sounded like just the guy he needed.

"What d'you charge?"