GATHERING: Fated masquerade ball

Feb. 27th, 2026 02:27 pm
afeastofthirst: (soak me in the light)
[personal profile] afeastofthirst posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
It's not much of a surprise that Fated is taking Darrow pop culture by storm. Loosely based on a series of romantasy novels, it's a mix of plentiful drama and hot people in pretty clothes, which, in Shion's experience, tends to be fairly successful as long as the budget is decent. Fated has been blessed in that department. He binged what's released of the series thus far in a weekend, and came away knowing he'd been very, very invested while watching, but so very much had occurred that he would have needed a chart to track it all, if he could have been bothered to make one.

Admittedly, this is fair, again in his experience, when it comes to political intigue at court. Though, from what he remembers of his life in Vargr, there hadn't been any dragons or sexy fairy men, which is very much a shame.

It all makes a phenomenal backdrop for a party, which is the idea behind this bit of promotion. With the series airing in two halves, dropped six episodes at a time, on one of Darrow's many streaming services, and the second half about to drop, the company is looking to capitalize on its popularity and hype up viewers, and the execs had charged the marketing company with finding an appropriate way to do so, hence Shion's weekend homework.

They'd lucked out, in his opinion. After all, no one at the firm, or possibly in this city, knows more about court drama than he does, even if he got it all secondhand from a past life.

Granted, the series itself does all the heavy lifting. Boasting four significant ball scenes over twelve episodes, it's almost too obvious that they should throw a big party, one open to the general public, advertised all over social media, inviting any and all to attend festivities that promise drinks, food, prizes, and the high likelihood of one or more of the show's stars in attendance. Though the finale has yet to air, of course, fans of the books won't be surprised to find that the episode centers around a masquerade ball, with the beautiful Princess caught in the middle of a love triangle between herself, a royal adviser with some rather personal motivation and ambitions (boo, Shion thinks, hiss, tomato, tomato), and the aforementioned sexy fairy man, and a delicious twist in which it proved to be a true and proper love triangle (tomatoes rescinded). Naturally their "ball" has to be a masquerade, too.

It's not exactly what Shion thinks of as a ball. Fans have been encouraged to come all dressed up, even in costume, but people have a wide variety of ideas about what exactly that means, and there are those who haven't bothered to dress up much at all, so the effect is more of a high school Halloween party with its wide range of styles. Still, the whole room, a large ballroom at a local hotel that is way bigger than Darrow needs with its influx of approximately zero visitors, is gorgeous, shining beneath chandeliers, the walls swathed in rich red velvet, candlelight flickering in clandestine corners. The refreshments are as generous as promised, and there are both gift bags and prizes for various games — trivia, best cosplay, that sort of thing — that are slightly less generous because that side of marketing hasn't figured out what good merchandise should look like (not a plain t-shirt with the show's logo on it, that's for certain). A string quartet performs a number of songs that range from classical to faux-classical pop hits, including a handful he recognizes as the work of Tiffany Charlotte. A lot of people have flocked in through the wide open doors, beckoned by the banners outside, who almost certainly have no idea what the show is, or didn't know this was happening, but everyone seems to be having a pretty good time.

[ Hello, and welcome to the official Fated masquerade ball! Feel free to have stumbled across this, been invited (maybe by Shion, maybe as an influencer or something), be a fan of the show or the books, etc., and to make up anything you please about the series in either form. Masks will be on offer at the door for anyone who hasn't got one, but aren't actually required. Everyone come play! ]

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Feb. 25th, 2026 09:31 am
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There's a ghost lingering outside of the music store. Gwen didn't mean to find her. She'd been walking, shoulders hunched against the chill, and she'd noticed her there across the street. There's no sign of how she'd died — no flicker to another form, no gaping wound smearing blood along her hair or clothes. Like she'd just gone to sleep and hadn't woken up.

Maybe that's exactly what'd happened.

“Stop staring at me,” the ghost says, then cuts Gwen a look.

They're the same age, Gwen realizes. Fuck, that's always so sad.

“Sorry,” Gwen says. “I was—”

“I know what you were doing,” the ghost says. “You were figuring out if I have unfinished business. I can feel you the same way you can feel me,” she adds. “Why do you think ghosts always find people like you?”

Gwen has always known that she found the ghosts, or that they found her, but she hadn’t really thought about the how of it before. Dan had mentioned it, surely, her first time here, but it’d been something she’d sort of taken for granted and then moved on from. Hearing it aloud now, it’s like a reminder. They’re beacons for each other, whether they want to be or not.

“I guess I hadn't thought about it like that,” Gwen admits. The ghost gives her a look like No kidding and then resumes looking into the music store window. Gwen rolls her eyes, but smiles. “I'm Gwen.”

“Lisa. And no, I don't. Not the way you think. It's just this place. Darrow, not—”

“Not the music store, right. You're like me? From somewhere else.” Maybe she has unfinished business after all. Everyone in Darrow does, right?

Lisa nods. “People can see me, but people like you can tell what I am. Which gets really fucking tiring when you keep trying to banish me to the afterlife.”

Gwen feels a familiar defensiveness rise up inside her and she frowns.

“I'm not trying to banish you,” she argues. “I'm trying to help you move on, y'know, to rest? And I'm not even doing that right now.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Right, because the living know so very much about moving on. You don't even know where I'd go.” She turns to lean against the wall beside the music store's window, so Gwen leans beside her.

“Actually, I have an inkling,” Gwen says, frowning. She looks over at Lisa. “My mom's there. She says it's beautiful. So. If you want, maybe I can—”

“I don't want,” Lisa cuts in, and this time Gwen actually does feel a little bad. Maybe she should be less pushy. Where’s the line between helping and harming? Lisa sighs. “What I want is to play the clarinet again.”

“Is that your unfinished business?”

Lisa sighs. “God, no, okay, I don't have unfinished business! I'm not that kind of ghost!”

“Okay, fuck!” Gwen says, raising her hands defensively.

“I just miss playing,” Lisa says, still tensely but calming. “I wasn't even any good, I just… it'd be nice to do something familiar again.”

“I get that,” Gwen murmurs. She really does, she thinks.

They talk a little more. Gwen puts together that Lisa can't exactly pick things up. She's not strong enough, or Darrow is stopping her, one of those. Sometimes, Lisa explains, she can move things in the house. A door here, a curtain there, like she and the house are both ghosts.

Maybe they are, in their own way.

Gwen starts to realize that maybe she isn't meant to help Lisa the way she normally would. Maybe not all ghosts want to rest so much as they want to just be.

And that's how Gwen finds herself spending her afternoon in the music store, dropping more money than she'd realized on a clarinet for a ghost who can't even pick it up.

[ joint EP! Help Gwen and Lisa shop for a clarinet, or bump into either of them alone at a different point in the EP. Open until always and ST/LT welcome! ]

[meme] Test Drive

Feb. 14th, 2026 08:23 pm
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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.

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Feb. 14th, 2026 01:10 pm
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It was a trite holiday, full of garish excess and empty sentiment, but try as he might, Lestat could not bring himself to despise it.

The silliness amused him as much as it disgusted him, but the romance at its core? How could be possibly renounce something which spoke directly to his very soul.

If he had one. Which was, of course, debatable.

New Azalea was decorated with the upmost taste, and his show tonight was pointedly without theme, but he did find himself gravitating to his more amorous tunes— which incidentally did not narrow his catalogue by much.

One could say he was in rare form, but he was always in rare form, throwing himself wholly into every moment of his performance. Bleeding for it.

Literally.

Eddie, ever present, was on fire, as well. Lestat adored him, filled with pride at his creation, and was sick with jealousy every moment that the young fledgling's talents threatened to upstage him.

Never one to be outdone, Lestat took to the air for his finale song. Inches, at first, then exploiting his gift to fly out over the audience, thinking inevitably of his first vampiric performance on that little stage in Paris. They had loved him and feared him that night. The people of Darrow were jaded, foolish, and did not know to be afraid.

It saddened him, really.

As he exited the stage, adrenaline fading, he pushed aside that twinge of melancholy, and went in search of a suitable distraction. There were oh-so many to choose from.


[[Valentine's Day concert at The New Azalea. Tag in, tag around. Celebrate love or just enjoy a pretty fucking great rock show.]]

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