Open - (Party) April Sweet

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LFG > April Fools! || World Channel
» Anyone can join and leave at any time!

» You have to wear a costume but you're not required to have your character pretend to be whomever they are dressing as.

» This will function as an unofficial megathread (see: Iván's Curry House, (Party) Holiday Cheer, and/or Lightning Ironworks: Homecoming).

» There's no posting order and the thread will remain open as long as it's active!

» If you want to talk to someone in particular, don't forget to tag them (e.g. @Iván Carl or @Bradwynne).

» Have fun! The purpose of the thread is to have an awesome party with cool jokes, random pranks, and social hours; intrude on other peoples' conversations, flash someone in the restroom, or bribe the mariachi band to play off-key solo riffs!
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Backstory

The mansion lingered far away from the rest of the summertime manors that populated the wealthier districts of Stokbon, finding a cozy place of seclusion far from the slums and cul-de-sacs in the seedier parts of Falderen's capital as well. It was often than many squatters found themselves seeking refuge in this unofficial sanctuary and it was frequent that local children would dare each other to hop over the dilapidated gates that once protected the fair building from intruders of any kind. As it were, however, years of disrepair had made such a place uninhabitable to even the sickliest and desperate of beggars. The wooden floorboards would creak with each and every step; the aging furniture and chandeliers which hung from the ceiling would plummet and force many strays to meet their untimely demise; and the wallpaper was chipped and rotten, termites infested every crevice and soon devoured the foundation, making it so the slightest touch could break the panels below and send someone dropping down to the lowest level—going splat!

It wasn't until recently that a married couple from old money had stumbled upon this former beauty that it had been restored to its former glory. It was a story that managed to weasel its way into small newspaper sections that went unseen by the general public (and much less the impoverished who'd be unable to purchase newspaper that could keep them updated on potential places to stay). Now, after a year of relentless construction, the mansion is finally suitable to live in, to entertain guests, and, most importantly, to host large parties.

The couple had been away for vacation in Honeyhome Village, seeking a rustic experience away from hectic urban life (or as urban as a magical-fantasy world like Terrasphere could ever be). It was only natural for Alpha to repurpose the place for her own needs while the couple had magically received a '1000g vacation gift' from their grandfather.

The Party

The gates are wide-open. One step into the foyer and you'd notice a prestigious coat-rack to your left and a mariachi band to your right, a five-man choir welcoming you. You had, most likely, received notice of the event from the World Channel and, for one reason or another, decided to attend. Regardless of why you came here, the fact of the matter is that you did come here. And, as a result of your actions, you and the rest of the guests are being serenaded.

There are several rooms spread out before you: a dining area filled to the brim with a buffet of foods that spanned from rainbow marmalade to a zesty selection of foreign cocktails; a pool area that isn't a swimming-type but more of the gambling and billiards kind; a ballroom with a center stage for any musician to try his hand and entertain the strangers that filled up the place; and a large parlor for fun and games of all types.

Hey there! My name's the Joker! I'll be your host this evening! Hee hee haw!

Alpha skids down the rail of the staircase.

And I'm an agent of chaos! Now, why're you all so serious? Let's put a smile on your faces! It's party time! Get ready to flamingle!

At that, a flurry of confetti popped and danced in the air. A few flakes of foam, cut out in the shape of flamingos, fluttered about. The party has just begun!

 

Disguise: Ivánka Ahrens

(Illusion Magic) Ever wonder what Iván would like if he was a girl? Probably, though considering no one has ever seen what he really looks like as is, that might not be the first thing that anyone wonders when they think of Iván. Regardless, this little spell will make people see Iván as a woman, actually just a version of Portia Ahrens with red hair. This alternate Iván, this female Iván, is called... You guessed it! ...Ivánka Ahrens.

Iván was familiar with this certain mansion. While he was looking for places to house what was now Stinky Iván's Curry House, this was one of the places that popped up on his radar. Well, what this place used to be, anyway. From the looks of things, it was no longer the creepy, crappy, forgotten, forbidden sham of a house that Iván had originally witnessed it to be. He had heard some folks actually bought the decrepit old thing, and they had turned what was once trash into something that was definitely treasure. Iván would've bought this place, too, but the traffic wasn't good for business. This was, after all, pretty secluded.

The invitation came through the World Channel, a missive that caught Iván off-guard, though he should have expected it. His mother, I mean mentor, @Alphabet Chocolate had always seemed to be the fun-loving, party girl, tiny and childlike as she was, and it was the season for some, uhm, dissin'?

No, that didn't make sense, though it would be most appropriate, considering Alpha didn't always make sense. It was the season for a party, an April Fools party, an Alphabet Chocolate-sponsored April Fools party. That spelled trouble. Anything associated Alpha was trouble, and a party where she invited everyone through the World Channel? Yikes. That had the makings of an implied warning, run for the hills and such, or if you can't run, roll to the hills maybe. Anyone in their right mind would've avoided this place, this party. So why was he here?

"Why am I here?" Iván found himself muttering to himself after confetti exploded in his face.

Well, in his disguise's face. He had taken on the form of his old friend, Portia Ahrens. Well, maybe calling her a friend was stretching it. They were acquaintances at best. She was one of the first Players Iván met in this game, and for a while, she continued to be a familiar Player in his adventures. From his first mission with the Aristocracy, which was a failure, to his journey down under in the Spire, which ended up with him dying but meeting an otherworldly being that instilled in him a curious obsession for a second meeting, Portia was a staple in everything he did.

So when the opportunity called for it, when his illusion magic became strong enough to allow him to take on a disguise, his first thought was take her face. Figuratively, of course. He had already taken a deadly predator's face, no use in taking an actual Player's face. But of course, he knew that, since Portia would have adventures of her own, make her own acquaintances, he needed to tweak his disguise for a bit, make a few changes to make it seem somewhat original. Hence the red hair, the complete set of ears, and the name.

"...Ivánka Ahrens," he deadpanned to one of the other party guests who asked for his name, her name, and then taken his hand, her hand, to kiss it. Gross. "What do I call you?"

 

April. This was the month that all the legendary jokers were waiting for. Of course the first day was the day when they will release all ridiculous hoaxes that they could think of. This day was a celebration of memes, of everything funny in the real world: April Fools' Day. Of course as a joker, albeit not that good of one, Bradwynne was also celebrating the day. He had pulled many pranks in everywhere he went: in the house while he stayed, in the road while he jogged, even in the gym while he exercised. Of course the internet was the best place to pull off some jokes. He had spread hoax headlines of news that was so believable in the beginning but would end in an indirect admission that it was just a joke. After all of the good laughs he raked, he then logged into Terrasphere so that he would continue memeing around.

He was about to plan something that would make the Duchy be on high alert for something very trivial when he received a message about an April costume party in Stokbon. He then noticed the sender was familiar: it was @Alphabet Chocolate who had stayed in the Duchy some moments ago. Knowing the girl, he then sent a letter addressed to both the Duke and the Guard Captain that he would go to the party to "investigate something". Although it really had an iota of truth, it was just another joke: He would be in that party to pull off a nasty prank and enjoy with the rest of the jokers there.

Hidden: Fuuko Shinohara

After a rigorous amount of retouching and ensuring that all the traces of his masculinity had gone away, he then set off fron the nearby inn in Stokbon and arrived at the place. It was an outlier mansion within the middle-class area of the city, and since it was the only one of its kind within the area, it must be the place. As the sound of the black knee-high leather boots that he wore just started to make a sound on the wooden flooring on the floor, he was suddenly greeted with a mariachi band. Although he was not that surprised at all, given that he saw first an empty foyer, he feigned to be surprised, complete with Eastern ladylike gestures. He then continued to walk inside, and then he saw the party, and the originator of the party itself. Alphabet Chocolate, still never changed from their misadventures within the Vintergard cells. This should be a fun time.

Resuming his plan to attract male people unwittingly, he then moved towards the ballroom. His stomach was attracted to the food at the dining area, but he needed to meme first before eating. 'Tis just a virtual hunger, as they always say. He will stay there like a wallflower, waiting for a male to victimize.

 

"...I'm not gonna arrive and then there isn't a party after all and it's just like 'April Fools!!!' ...right? Right? I'll cry! I'll really really cry after everything I went through to get this costume...!"

Hidden: This Costume

Blader X sighed. Because the party had been generating a lot of buzz by being open to literally anybody with a costume, the pretty much one single costume store in Astorea had sold out. Because NPC nobles got everything custom, it wasn't exactly like there was going to be any rental places elsewhere. X didn't have time to have something custom fashioned anyway... or the money...

X's stomach growled.

It'll be worth it Yonah! We just gotta go in and out. Just think of all the delicious free food...

...I'll eat and eat and eat, then go home! No problemo! Bingo! Happy tummy! And if I can take some to go, all the better!

Behind her mask, Yonah's----X's eyes shone with determination.

Though the costume shop had been fresh empty, across the street, the owner of Vinland Bridal had happened to see X looking dejected and decided to offer her a deal. They would lend her a dress, and in return, after first posing for some advertisement drawings, she could take the dress to the party. So long as she carried the sign she currently had in her hands that said 'VINLAND BRIDAL' in beautiful New York style font anyway. Basically, X was a walking manikin.

Even so, it was a very good deal. So X was super grateful.

Entering the party, she saw that it was still a bit early, but there were at least some guests. X sighed in relief. She didn't want to be THAT PERSON.

Seeing a girl she thought was her age, she decided to approach her. @Iván Carl

"Uhm... h-hi there! Neat party right?"

X looked around until suddenly, her stomach growled.

"ah... please pretend you didn't hear that..."

 

Alphabet Chocolate

im hosting a super COOL party at stokbon!!! every1 is invited! costumes required - party allday - april fools themed! bring balloons or funfetti or silly putty or something!

Hidden: Leo's Outfit

Ira had received the invitation later than most. He rarely checked the World Channel, the place most likely being filled to the brim with span if his previous experiences in MMORPGs were of any significance. The messages from there were often invitations of some sort and Ira was sure that he had seen the appearance of a nobleman asking for visitors on some kind of quest there before. At the time, Ira had scoffed. Following directions given by a complete stranger for a meeting? That was a terrible lack of common sense in play. Death wasn't permanent, sure, but the chances of the other guy being a secret player killer was awfully high and people fell for the bait hook, line, and sinker. He's just surprised that he hasn't heard stories of those poor saps being found decaying by the riverside more often.

Despite the most recent invitation being one for a party, Ira was uncertain about the affair. It seemed to be a large gathering and there was safety in numbers; the sender wasn't suspicious but he could be wrong. The most psychopathic of criminals were charmers and the girl could've just been a catfisher of some sort, waiting for people to lower their guard under her youthful face...only to find a knife digging into their back and a hand reaching down into their pockets to loot all their hard-earned gold. It was April Fools and, knowing the griefers out there, this could all be an elaborate ploy for some end-game scheme that Ira couldn't comprehend.

But then he found himself browsing through the stores of Stokbon, searching for a fun outfit that could've only had one likely purpose. It was as if his own subconscious mind at turned against him, eager and desperate for the social hours he had missed so much. Back at home, he had attended socialite gatherings like a fish to water and, since starting his addiction of Terrasphere, there weren't many opportunities for him to continue his age-old tradition of attending parties and forming connections of all sorts. And thus he was here, sipping a glass of red wine and eyeing the people around him. It was a boring few minutes, him waiting for something to go wrong. A bandit attack. A trap. A fudging dragon appearing out of nowhere, looming over the mansion and blazing it a glorifying shower of licking red flames.

He sat by the corner, alone in his worries, until a beautiful face had caught his eye. A woman, with the loveliest purple eyes and the softest blonde hair, ushered herself in. Dressed in flowing Eastern attire and gracefully walking in knee-high boots which merely accented her feminine figure. At long last, Ira had found someone of interest. His worries billowed away with each sensuous step, a charming smile brushing his lips.

"Hello there," he purred, his hips swaying as he made his way over to her (@Bradwynne). "My name is Ira. May I ask for yours, my sweet angel?"

 

“Hmm,” Iván…ka Ahrens found his her eyes darting towards a girl her age (@Blader X) wearing a white dress, a bride’s outfit perhaps, who had approached her, even going as far as attempting to start a conversation with her. He She gave him another look before deciding that the bride’s arrival was quite suitable for him her. The weird hand-kissing weirdo had not stopped talking to Iván…ka.

It was his her own fault for indulging him. What he she had meant to be a sign of being a nice person ended up getting taken advantage of. Or something like that. Iván…ka had subconsciously spaced out of the unsolicited conversation. Thank the otherworldly being from the Spire for sending him her an excuse to get himself herself out of there. Turning his her back to the weirdo, Iván…ka gave the bride his her full attention, “Well, hello there. Don’t you look adorable in that dress. My name’s Iván…ka Ahrens. What should I call you?”

Iván…ka waited for the appropriate response but got some rumbling in the bride’s tummy at least. He She let out a chuckle before grabbing both of the bride’s hands in hers. “Come with me to the dining area! I’ve been wanting to check out the spread. I’m sure mom…uhm, I mean, Alpha went with a buffet to feed everyone. It’s such an Alpha thing to do.”

Without waiting for the bride’s response, and mostly because he she just really wanted to get as far away from the weirdo as possible, Iván…ka dragged her with him her towards the dining area. He She wondered if Alpha had some curry…and from whom. If his her mother, uhm mentor betrayed him her, she would live to regret it. Okay, maybe not. Iván…ka would just probably cry in one corner and pick up the pieces of his her broken heart. He She really cared about curry that much.

 

Bradwynne... or rather Fuuko in this area, can't help but stifle a yawn. He was able to cover his mouth though, as it should be unladylike to have his mouth open at the front of so many people. He needed to pass for a very cute lady right now, a lady worthy of both respect, adoration, and love. And hopefully, a person would come, and then, with a good amount of wooing and advances, would fall in love with him, propose to him, or would ask to make love with him. And then, when it would come to that, he would reveal that he was a male, directly or indirectly, and shout, "April Fools!" Nothing more, nothing less. Of course he needed to make everything believable in order for the prank to succeed, and so, he needed to think about everything he say or do while he was disguised as a lady.

As he was waiting for someone to victimize, he came. A fiery-haired male, dressed in a set of clothes that could pass for a dandy of the Victorian period, if not an idol of an Eastern boy band group. And he was coming towards him, and since Bradwynne knew that no one else was in the area, he knew that he was coming for him. All right, the first victim of the prank. He pretended to just stare at the people dancing within the ballroom when the man would go to his direction, and only when he was quite near, he would turn his head towards the man before turning his whole body. That should make the man think that he was a gentle lady, very refined in his every movement, every step of his feet. As the princely redhead greeted him, he pretended to be a coy, hard-to-get lady, so that he would fall in love with him. It was one of the tricks of the trade of the successful Eastern courtesan which he posed to be as for this party. Swarming the male would never do anything good for a better catch, and should only be reserved for lower-class courtesans. A higher-class courtesan would pretend to be a shy one, except when the male had fallen in love with her, and there she would make the offensive. Such a courtesan would be priced higher, since she could entertain guests better than others. And so he would employ the trick, as the greater the man had fallen for him, the greater the entertainment value.

"Hi," he said in a thoughtful and nuanced feminine voice, with his face calm, not smiling or frowning in dread. As the redhead asked what was her name, he responded, "Fuuko Shinohara. May I ask your name, so that I could remember it?" Yeah, he should remember the name of the first victim of his prank. His face was calm, but deep down inside he waits in anticipation on what would the next move of this person, so that he would know what action to do next.

@Ira

 

Today was the day.
The day of days.
To break the lore.
To break the meta.
To live up to the meme.

Being addicted to alcohol wasn't the best of things BUT, in situations like those, it was quite convenient. Simply blame the alcohol. Simply pretend it never happened. Simply become another person. Yes, being rich sure allowed for some things. How did it even happen? Nobody could tell. Why did it happen? The question should be: Why not?

Hidden: 2Rich4U Costume

The responsible adult woman, armed with a fancy hat, lots of bling-bling and a cane that was more expensive than Astor's crown, entered the scene, the mansion, in fact. Following behind her were a bunch of faceless-mooks dressed just as fancy. Did... this person pay for them to follow her around? Some questions are better left unasked.

"S..." Right. This wouldn't work out like that. She had to declare herself in a different way, properly? "S..." Could she really do that? Fuck, yeah! She was her own woman. No approval needed. No fuck was given. Also being drunk or something.

"SWEIGI HAS ARRIVED!" She hammered her Swagcane onto the creaking floor-board as she looked around. Wasn't there a mirror or something? Eh, whatever, Sweigi already knew she looked hot. With her head held high and her shoulders up, the girl got naturally drawn to the food.

She didn't need an invitation to be here. Her GUI didn't work anyway. Instead, these people should feel honored. Anyway, right, food. With her bunch of faceless hoodlums following Sweigi eyed the food. "Oh, would you peep at dat, son! #Delicious. They have, like, every last muthafuckin thang! From simple flyin crocodile steak-bits ta Candyland bruschetta over rainbow bratwurst, son! And... and... is that..." Sweigi couldn't believe her eyes as she put her hands up in the air, making some... weird... gesture? Her Swagcane was of enough quality to just stand in place.

"Paradise, biaaatch! #GreatFood #GreatPlace #LookWhereIAm" Her trained connoisseur nose could smell the difference between all those cocktails! So many things she hadn't tasted yet. "Don't mind if I do! #DrinkYourBrainOut" The orange-hair simply said before drinking even more worries away.

@_#Anyone?
@_#ISuckAtThisPlsForgive
@_#InGermanyWeDontEvenUseTwitterOrTumblrOrWhatever
@Alphabet Chocolate #IDidIt

 

A party on April First? That was exactly the sort of thing that any sane person would know to avoid.
Naturally, Rat had shown up almost immediately after receiving the invitation, thinking the whole carriage ride about what to dress up as since it was a fancy dress costume party and all that. What WOULD the master of disguises dress up as? And then it struck her. The perfect look. The creme de la creme of class. For this particular fanciful festival, Rat would go dressed up as...

Hidden: drum-roll please

Rat! Because, honestly, there was no better look for her! Approaching the manor, she made her way to the snack bar, stuffing her face but avoiding any of that nasty cheese stuff. Rat hated cheese.

It was during some particularly graceless face-stuffing that the baggy clothed woman turned, her dirt-stained fabrics and face graced with the arrival of @Seigi who began to sniff out, quite literally, the more expensive and fine snacks in the area. A crowd of faceless minions followed behind, and Rat stared, obviously impressed.

Approaching, the dirt covered woman began to snap her fingers rhythmically, like some sort of beatnik about to break into free verse and... and oh god, she was breaking into free verse.
"Hey swag momma, I saw you arrive on the scene. Scaap-a-da-doop-bop-dooble with diamond studded rings. Ya style is swing! Boy you dressed like the king, with all the swagger ya bring. It makes me want to a sing about ya fanciful bling. And later perhaps, we'll meet in private to swing. But don't worry, relax hon, 'cause such fun don't mean a thing."

Thus done scatting, Rat began to stand in place, snapping slowly like some sort of Broadway ruffian about to break out into song or exposition, waiting for the well garbed girl to respond.

 

Corvella's in a really bad, bad mood today. With all the things grinding her gears, today felt like it's April Fool or something. Wait a minute, it actually is. "Alpha is throwing an April Fool party?" She wondered after checking the world channel comms. Finally a place where she can act like a douche to let her steam off without ruining other people's excitement. When it comes to costume, the knight is very strict on spending her money on useless things. No, she's not poor. But she has illusion magic, which is just enough to play dress up.

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Hidden: What she turned into

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And so, the knight in black turned into another kind of knight in black, but this time it's 6'66 feet tall and walking around producing a obnoxious breathing noise for everyone to hear. Everyone else might just pull a prank but today she wanted to play an annoying dark lord. "Make way for me." She, no, It moves through the crowd, purposely making body contact with everyone on its way. It finally found its way to the dining area. Good, good. Let the hunger flows through you.

Corvella never had that much money to spend on foods, so free meals are blessing to her. Using her magic, the thing effortlessly levitate various foods straight into where its mouth might be, as if it's using the force. Since it's an illusion, to other people it might seem that the food flew through the mask, but why would anybody stare at her anyway. "The dark lord is satisfied." It spoke to itself after the person behind it is full of food and continue to walk around the house to see if there's someone Corvella knows.

It spotted @Alphabet Chocolate making her spectacular entrance and turned to greet her. The girl that was so eager on making her the bride of a particular stinky person might not recognize her in this form, as Corvella didn't consider the slightest probability that Alphabet actually practices illusion magic. "Joker, the spirit of April Fool is strong with you! We should pull some pranks on the others, together. " It spoke to Alphabet with that unique, echoing voice complete with the obnoxious breathing.

 

Following @Iván Carl +ka's lead, X smiled a little painfully as she tried to maneuver the advertisement sign she was carrying through the growing crowd. She really hoped the kind of advertising stunt she'd agreed to wasn't against the rules...

Ivan Ka? Is that Eastern European? That's pretty neat! I guess you can meet all kinds of people in this game!

"Thanks for the compliment! But I think you're looking way snazzier than me. I think I may have overshot a bit, actually, I mean it's April Fools not Halloween, right? Actually, actually... don't you think me being a bride as a punchline is a little cruel? Ah...well, I'm rambling, so I'll shut up now, haha..."

X sighed. Just why the heck am I spilling my guts to a stranger?

"Oh! Right! But are you okay now?! That guy looked a little...well... unpleasant. That's a little scary, right? I figured it's better for girls like us to stick together in places like this. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds. I mean, it's true that I really don't know my way around the place, but that guy was giving off an ultra bad vibe. But yeah, thank you for being my guide! Ah, my name!! Crud sorry, uhhh welll... My name isn't really important, you know? You can just call me X. That's more or less literally what it is after all~!"

X smiled a little as she gave off a titter of a nervous laugh. She only had two feet to put in her mouth, and yet somehow she tasted six. She was being an awkward spider. But, through the crowd, X found an oasis. At last, the food table! The salvation of X not having to talk because her mouth was full! X unwittingly placed a hand over her heart in relief.

"Oh wow~ There's so much..."

Just as she was about to get in line however, X saw something out of the corner of her eye. She swung her head around in disbelief and gripping Ivan Ka's shoulder gently---but firmly---she turned her companion around and pointed at The Dark Lord of The Sith. (@Corvella)

"W-wow! Look! Look! Star Wars! Is that legal?! But anyway that's super cool! It's an old movie series, but they're an American classic! How cool!!!"

 

Alpha didn't recognize anyone at the party but that was to be expected when everyone was dressing up in admittedly stylish costumes. They were more polished than expected. So far, Alpha hadn't met anyone whose costume consisted of pulling a white sheet over their head with cut-outs for their eyes. Well, there were some people who didn't seem to be wearing costumes at all, like the lady with flaming red hair (@Iván Carl). Some costumes seemed to be more like outfits but Alpha loathed rules and so she respected those who decided to be rebellious and came without a clear attire which shouted a peculiar, distinctive reference to a popular culture figure. Not everyone can cosplay as Freddy Krueger or Han Solo on limited notice.

It didn't mean she wasn't overtly excited by the presence of one Darth Vader, however.

"Oh my god!" she gushed, eyes wide. She began to stutter, tripping over her own sentences at the presence of her childhood idol, completely distracted by the affair that @Seigi's spectacular entrance went unnoticed. It took her a while before she could regain her composure, slowly sliding back into her character. At this moment, Alphabet Chocolate (and the person in the Darth Vader outfit whom she had no clue was @Corvella in drag) didn't exist. She was (drum roll, please) The Joker! And the person beside her was not a stranger in an illusory disguise but Darth Vader, Sith of the Empire, Commander of the Death Star.

"Lord Vader!" she guffawed, slapping her knees in an outrageous, exaggerated manner. Her lips were bent upward, the red lipstick on her cheeks making her grin seem like it was splitting her face in half. "I have much to discuss with you. You see, this city seems to need a better class of criminal and I plan to give it to them! With you by my side, at least," she offered Corvella her hand, giving a faux bow and an invitation to dance. Her legs were twisted together like a mocking imitation of a crane and her eyes twinkled with pure delight that came partly from her interpretation of The Joker and partly from her own wonder at seeing Darth Vader attending the party.

Hidden: If Corvella Accepts Alpha's Hand

Alpha slapped the hand away with a loud fit of giggles, promptly pointing straight at Corvella's mask. "I know I'm just irresistible but we can dance Vader!" she waggled her eyebrows. "Get it? Later? Vader? Ha!"

Hidden: If Corvella Rejects Alpha's Hand

Alpha frowned, her pout resembling more of a duck-face than anything as she withdrew. "Aw, we could've bust out a pretty good Samba!"

"Anyhow," she coughed, clearing her throat as she readjusted her purple suit. "I've got some awesome ideas that'll definitely force out a few laughs! Now I have a joke for you! What's a stormtrooper's favorite television show? Game of Thrones!" Alpha couldn't help herself. She was hooting, shaking with uproarious laughter and, before long, she found herself with her back glued to the floor, a laughing mess. She twisted and turned, rolling around in place like a barrel going down a hill. She wiped a tear from her eye. "Wasn't that just Darth Mawesome?! Sometimes I just crack myself up!"

She grabbed an egg from her pocket (why was an egg there in the first place?) and cracked it open on the floor before devolving into another fit of wild laughter. After another round of shakes, she finally picked herself up and, stifling the last remaining chuckles, greeted @Blader X warmly. "Looks like you have a fan, Darthy! Now, why don't we all get this show on the road---all three of us! Let's put a smile on all those faces! But first, names!" she pointed at Blader. "You'll be The Bride! Let's just hope you have all those skills from Kill Bill!"

She looked over at Corvella and cackled. "And you'll be Darth Elevader!"

Hidden: You challenging me to a hashtag competition?!?!

#Sweigi-is-best-Seigi
#Ivan-is-dating-Portia-who-is-Ivan
#crossdressers-united
#breathing-heavily
#im-pretending-to-be-myself-this-halloween-cough-rat-cough
#bride-a-waiting

 

"Fuuko Shinohara," he rolled the name on his tongue, slowly pronouncing each and every syllable. He snapped his fingers, tracing the strands of magic that lingered in the air and pulled. Quickly, he closed his hand into a tight fist and, with a wink, loosened his grip. He turned his palm around so it faced the ceiling and, tilting it for Bradwynne to see, a tiny Goldcrest sat on his splayed hand. It gave a small chirp, making a few small jumps, before it took off and flew around the courtesan. And, after finishing its third lap, it gave a small squeak and dissipated into a plume of yellow smoke, any trace of its existence gone from the physical world. "What an exotic name," his fingers made its way down to Bradwynne's chin, his thumb tracing the fine lines of the boy's feminine features. "Call me Ira, agapi mou. You are by far the most exquisite and exotic lady I have met in a long while, Fuu. May I call you that? Fuu?"

He didn't wait for an answer before he made his next move, slowly sliding his hands down Bradwynne's sides. Within moments, he reached his destination; he grabbed Bradwynne by the hands, slowly caressing it, and freed his other hand to point to the dining area. "Would you join me for a snack?" he smiled, face soft and charming, betraying no ulterior motive. "I've heard from the distant chattering of the other guests that the deviled eggs are particularly to die for. Best to make haste before it's all gone," he licked his lips.

@Bradwynne

 

She was not completely ready for Alphabet's reaction. The figure she's cosplaying is old enough to not be recognized by teenagers. Perhaps Alphabet is an old woman in the real life? Anyway, back to dark lord-ing... "Ah, yes." The dark lord put her left hand on the chin pretending that it's a trade deal with the Empire that she need to think over hard.

Hidden: The response

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At least, it pretty much looked like that before the Joker slapped her hand and burst out laughing. To be honest, she was expecting to be electrocuted by a joy buzzer. It's a good thing that it didn't happen. Alpha, no, The Joker started to throw some puns and jokes on her directions. It's not that the jokes aren't funny enough, but she need to stay in character to not disappoint anyone. "Heh. Yes, it was bat-sith crazy. Like the dark side." She deadpanned, patiently waiting for Joker's series of laughter to end.

She noticed another girl who dressed in white, pointing at her costume. "Of course, it's legal. I don't get empire credits for doing sitthy impressions." Corvader said while turning to the both white-haired girl and the red-haired one, her breathing noise is as obnoxious as ever. "Darth... Elevader. I can manage with that. Now, we need the plan." Inside the illusion costume, Corvella is holding her chuckle. She cannot wait to pull tricks and mischief on everyone.

 

As Iván…ka Ahrens and the bride (@Blader X), or whatever her name was, made their way towards the dining area, he she made sure to steal glimpses of everyone there. Whoever @Alphabet Chocolate had invited into this party, whatever manner of being came to this ridiculous event, had a 50% chance of being made of curry. It was a given, considering the first time Iván…ka crossed paths with his her mother mentor, a curry version of @Portia Ahrens appeared and almost killed them. Probably. It wanted to kill them, right? Him Her especially? Just like the real Portia.

Alpha was definitely one of the, if not the, best illusionists in this world. Her imagination was limitless, which made her very powerful and also very dangerous. If anything, this entire scenario might even be a hallucination she’s projecting into Iván…ka’s subconscious. Why would she do that? Who knows. Nothing made sense when it came to Alpha. Nothing made sense came out of her mouth, of her mind, of her face.

Maybe even this bride was a hallucination made of curry. Iván…ka released the bride’s hand with that realization. Can’t trust anyone here… Could all be curry, maybe even worse! What was worse? Cheese people. Tomato people. A jury of tomato people and a judge made of cheese. Iván…ka still had nightmares of that day, though it was always a pleasant sleep. Strange. Strange with a medical degree in neurosurgeon.

From the corner of his her eyes, Iván…ka spotted some sort of kawaii geisha (@Bradwynne) making conversation with a red-headed Darko (@Ira) wielding a bedazzled cane. It seemed like they were getting along great. Very great. Maybe the bride should lend the geisha her gown. Would be more appropriate. There was also a tiny drunk rapper (@Seigi) with a terribly designed eyewear, some sort of dirty pirate (@Rat), and…Darth Vader (@Corvella)? Crap. That last one’s definitely made of curry. Note to self: Steer clear of emo robot curry.

“Hmm,” Iván…ka’s thoughts were fortunately interrupted by the bride’s babbling. She seemed anxious. “Overshot? Why would you think you’re a punchline? You look absolutely adorable! I could just EAT. YOU. UP!” Iván…ka’s face ended up only an inch away from the bride. That was a blatant invasion of privacy, but Iván…ka did not see it that way. He She was just really, really hungry.

Moving his her face away from the bride’s, Iván…ka shrugged before going for some chicken nuggets with the help of his her blatant disregard for whoever was in her way to them nuggets. He She popped one in his her mouth before she started speaking, “Yeah, he smelled weird.” Stick together? That’s not a bad idea. I could use a meat shield. “That’s a great idea! I’d love it if we could just be together the entire time! Here, have a nugget.” Without even asking for permission, Iván…ka forced a chicken nugget in the bride’s mouth. “X? That’s a pretty interesting name!” Interesting indeed.

Iván…ka narrowed his her eyes when the bride known as X forced her to turn back towards the curry robot emo. “What’s a star war?” Iván…ka might not know what a star war was but he she definitely know who Alphabet Chocolate was, and she was definitely that tiny thing in front of the curry emo robot…thing. Gotcha! Now I got my eyes on you… And apparently Alpha was quick to find him out, addressing the pair, the bride mostly, directly. Oh, no. I’ve been found out. Must. Not. Run. But he she did. Right into the freaking geisha.