OPEN POST: THE ANNIVERSARY

[gentleidealist]

THE ANNIVERSARY

[It's been exactly two years since Mithos took over Paradisa. That's two years of delightful massacres, scaring people into the Dead Zone, and manipulating former friends with the ageless face of a Kharlan hero. Two years of your character struggling to hold onto life as they know it while under the shadow of a fearsome ruler from another world. Two years of scraping to get by, cowering in the Dead Zone, waiting for a chance to go home or a death that Paradisa can't-- won't-- give.

There is nothing planned for today, though there are a few whimsical sort of changes that Mithos called for. The angels are on security detail as usual, policing the grounds; however, Mithos and his closest subordinates may be stepping outside. There is a grand feast set up in the ballroom... but angels don't eat, so it's really just for show. The place has the air of a graveyard party where even the dead decide not to attend.

There is an undercurrent of anxiety tonight, a breath held in anticipation. Something is about to happen, and even the insects are quiet.]

CASTLE GROUNDS
INSIDE THE WALLS
THRONE ROOM
BASEMENT
THE OUTSKIRTS
TOWN
DANY'S CAVE
DEAD ZONE SETTLEMENT
THE FOREST

[ooc: HUGE OPEN MINGLING POST for characters who either reside in the castle as angelic little zombies, or people who are returning for whatever reason. Please don't threadjack something without notifying the muns in advance!

You are free to make your own sections if you'd like and I'll add them to this post :)]

Comments

[doyouneedsomehelp]

[You may never knooooow; it also seems to ignore your request]

Have you considered trying the doors to see which are unlocked?

[Yea. because that is helpful clippit. Really.]

[heliotroping]

[He's going to... reach out for that paperclip right now]

[doyouneedsomehelp]

Hey- ow!

[You got him in one of his eyes!! You jerk! ]

[heliotroping]

[Chance!!

He seizes the paperclip!]

[doyouneedsomehelp]

[And he is seized!!]

Wha--!

[heliotroping]

[He strangles the paperclip!

..he... is strangling a paperclip...]

[doyouneedsomehelp]

[Yeah which you know, doesn't really...do much since he doesn't have wind pipes...or organs]

Heeeey! I just want to help with your looting and letter writing tasks!

[heliotroping]

[...You know what, he has a better idea.

He's unfolding the paperclip now]

Those two don't even go together...!

[doyouneedsomehelp]

[And he's being unfolded and yelling more!]

Heeeeeey! Owwww!

[heliotroping]

[yeah, look at him give a shit as he sticks the paperclip in his former neighbor's knob and twists it about]

[doyouneedsomehelp]

[You do that! He just keeps wailing as he gets tied around that knob]

C'mooooon! Just one spell check please!

[heliotroping]

I don't need it.

[When he's done and oddly proud of what he's done, he'll just casually open his old room and slip in quietly]

[doyouneedsomehelp]

[So cruel. The paperclip will moan in agony, but by the time Django leaves his room? The paperclip will have VANISHED, with no traces of him left]

[That is, if he was ever there in the first place]