Post by Null on Oct 2, 2021 16:33:54 GMT
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A week-long festival of frights, with live Scare Mazes, carnival rides, and local food stands, all culminating on Halloween night with the ultimate Halloween party! Costumes are highly encouraged, and festive fun is almost guaranteed! Wristbands can be purchased at the front for-
Yeah, you don't need to be sold this. The date is October 31st. The night is young, as are many of the guests who have managed to sneak their way in with a fake ID. FreakFest™ 2021 is having a very successful final day this year, with record numbers of guests attending- and a record number of mazes being set up this year. Sure, management might be a bit all over the place—nobody really knows who's idea it was to turn the lights out for Lair of the Ripper—but it's all drawing in huge numbers, so none of the staff seem all that bothered. Why would they, really? Most of them are drama school undergrads, or teenagers fresh out of high school, or drama school postgrads who just haven't moved on. They're just there to serve cheap drinks, cheap laughs, and cheap scares.
There is a rumour floating round, however. A rumour that some of those stage knives might actually be real. In the hushed corners of picnic tables, whispered over plates of vastly overpriced french fries, is the all too familiar tale of a man known only as The Lantern- a notorious metahuman serial killer who was recently released from a holding facility following intensive, experimental therapy, and a resultant streak of vastly improved behaviour. They think this was all a lie, that he wasn't actually released, but that he escaped instead, and the psychotherapy story is something made up by local authorities to stop people panicking. They think he's here. The Lantern gains power from souls, you see. He needs to take thirteen lives in one night to reach the peak of his power, at which point he will no doubt turn his sights to the rest of the fest-goers and turn this into a real bloodbath.
But... that's just a rumour, right? There isn't really a pumpkin-masked super-slaughterer wandering these mazes, perfectly camouflaged by his costume, able to kill people in plain view of others and pass it all off as just good special effects- that would be ridiculous. Even if it wasn't, he surely couldn't have gotten very far in his quest to gather the thirteen souls. There's no way he could be on soul nine already.
On an unrelated note, that Lair of the Ripper maze looks pretty good right about now.
"One glass of red, please. For Raven. Raven Madd."
"You want me to call you Raven Madd, Wren?"
Wren laughed, sitting down at the bar in front of his friend.
"Well, a name's just a name." He smiled, "It's all just a bit of fun- character work and all."
He had certainly put a lot of work into this character. The costume, though mostly comprised of pieces he already had in his closet, took ages to tailor out of miserable shapelessness- and that long, black cloak had to be lengthened after Wren realised his platform boots would make it so that it would only graze his ankles when he stood up. Disastrous! At least he could cover the seam with another, shorter cape at the shoulders. Hell, that wasn't even the first part- do you know how hard it is to find a good witch's hat these days? All these costume pieces just never get the width right. Wren wanted something he couldn't fit through doors in, and he ended up having to make half the damn thing himself! At least the long wig was easy to put on. He had a lot of practice with those lately.
Ah, but it had all been worth it. Wren hadn't been to one of these things for years- not since he used to work at one, before Electrogenesis gave him everything (and then promptly took most of it away). Sure, the sight of so many people enjoying themselves did make him a little ill, but he had managed to suppress the Null character so well in recent days that pretending he was having a good time felt completely natural. Too natural, even. Was he actually enjoying himself? Without any need for explosives? Maybe being a supervillain was a dead end career for him. Maybe he should just be-
"Um, excuse me, uh... ma'am?"
A hand tapped Wren on the shoulder. He turned around to face a timid-looking college kid, who seemed about as lost and concerned as someone could possibly be at one of these things. Shit, was he having a breakdown or something? Wren was not equipped to handle that. Still, he was in public, and callously dismissing the young man's concerns did seem a little rude for someone who was meant to be normal...
"Mhm?"
"My, uh... sorry, I don't really know where to go for this- I can't find the security tent anywhere." He muttered, "My girlfriend went off to one of the mazes, and she told me she'd meet me outside, but that was half an hour ago and I'm really worried something might've happened to her..."
"Fine, lemme escort you to the security tent." The bartender sighed, clearly unwilling to leave his post, "You sure she didn't just get lost in there or something?"
"No, let me take him." Wren interjected, finishing his wine and standing up, "You're gonna want your tips, man. Trust me- this place is about to get hectic when that show over there finishes, you really shuold stick around."
He turned to the stranger and gave a sympathetic smile.
"C'mon- the tent's just this way. The whole route's pretty well-lit, so if you spot her in the crowd, then just give me a shout, okay?"
"You want me to call you Raven Madd, Wren?"
Wren laughed, sitting down at the bar in front of his friend.
"Well, a name's just a name." He smiled, "It's all just a bit of fun- character work and all."
He had certainly put a lot of work into this character. The costume, though mostly comprised of pieces he already had in his closet, took ages to tailor out of miserable shapelessness- and that long, black cloak had to be lengthened after Wren realised his platform boots would make it so that it would only graze his ankles when he stood up. Disastrous! At least he could cover the seam with another, shorter cape at the shoulders. Hell, that wasn't even the first part- do you know how hard it is to find a good witch's hat these days? All these costume pieces just never get the width right. Wren wanted something he couldn't fit through doors in, and he ended up having to make half the damn thing himself! At least the long wig was easy to put on. He had a lot of practice with those lately.
Ah, but it had all been worth it. Wren hadn't been to one of these things for years- not since he used to work at one, before Electrogenesis gave him everything (and then promptly took most of it away). Sure, the sight of so many people enjoying themselves did make him a little ill, but he had managed to suppress the Null character so well in recent days that pretending he was having a good time felt completely natural. Too natural, even. Was he actually enjoying himself? Without any need for explosives? Maybe being a supervillain was a dead end career for him. Maybe he should just be-
"Um, excuse me, uh... ma'am?"
A hand tapped Wren on the shoulder. He turned around to face a timid-looking college kid, who seemed about as lost and concerned as someone could possibly be at one of these things. Shit, was he having a breakdown or something? Wren was not equipped to handle that. Still, he was in public, and callously dismissing the young man's concerns did seem a little rude for someone who was meant to be normal...
"Mhm?"
"My, uh... sorry, I don't really know where to go for this- I can't find the security tent anywhere." He muttered, "My girlfriend went off to one of the mazes, and she told me she'd meet me outside, but that was half an hour ago and I'm really worried something might've happened to her..."
"Fine, lemme escort you to the security tent." The bartender sighed, clearly unwilling to leave his post, "You sure she didn't just get lost in there or something?"
"No, let me take him." Wren interjected, finishing his wine and standing up, "You're gonna want your tips, man. Trust me- this place is about to get hectic when that show over there finishes, you really shuold stick around."
He turned to the stranger and gave a sympathetic smile.
"C'mon- the tent's just this way. The whole route's pretty well-lit, so if you spot her in the crowd, then just give me a shout, okay?"
{ooc (+)}halloween event!
basically big halloween party but theres a spooky masked pumpkin guy killing people here and there. young guy in the intro is pretty visibly distressed and will probably exposit more info if asked so if you need a specific in then chat to him. costumes optional. fun also optional. more killer murder post will happen soon, might end up doing it at a different rate than wren posts since theres no point in only moving the two together.
basically big halloween party but theres a spooky masked pumpkin guy killing people here and there. young guy in the intro is pretty visibly distressed and will probably exposit more info if asked so if you need a specific in then chat to him. costumes optional. fun also optional. more killer murder post will happen soon, might end up doing it at a different rate than wren posts since theres no point in only moving the two together.
