genessia | Event start!

Event start!

Let the Cirque du Vrai begin!

OOC: The event starts today. It affects Attleton. Players can make their own posts and have fun with it or they can reply to this post with top levels and have fun that way! Up to you! There will be a separate log posted for the Showstopper on the 29th. If you have any questions or would like to sign up for the Showstopper, please check out the event details and remember that sign-ups for the Showstopper close tonight at 11:59pm PST.

Please note that if your character tries to enter the circus without a mask and costume (cannot be something your character already owned because it's not a disguise if it's theirs), they'll be prevented from getting in one way or the other. Don't try to get around it and don't try to be like WELL NO ONE CAN STOP MY CHARACTER!! If your character goes right past them they'll find themselves in the field the next day the second they go past the gates, capiche?? No cheating it's not fun for anyone.

As the sun sets in Attleton, a strange haze seems to glow over the barrier for a few moments before in the distance, a sequence of lights flickers on. The entrance sign first, then tents and merry-go-rounds and booths and all manner of dizzying fun illuminate just as darkness falls. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for the sounds of cheers and fun to fill the Attleton air. It almost seems like it's calling to you, inviting you in. As you approach, a man on stilts greets you. He explains that the flyers that have been floating around town with the wind and on the walls were all for this, the Cirque du Vrai! Become someone else to become yourself, step right up! You don't need to buy a ticket, you just need to buy a costume.

"There's a costume shop right next to the entrance for those who aren't prepared, and a master mask maker who will create any mask you desire, or leave it up to him once he decides what he thinks suits you. If you brought your own, that's fine too! The Cirque is here for days, there's time to spare! Don't let reservations drive you to despair! You'll miss out on fun if you let your life run all over the mystery we've so prestigiously spun. Test your skills, test your wills, find your chills, thrills, and pills. Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for is just beyond the gate! Accept who you are and you'll need none to commiserate!"

The man laughs, leaving before you can ask what that means to invite another in, and the game begins. Welcome to the Cirque du Vrai. Enjoy.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Sonico is getting the flattest look of the century.]

So that's how yer gonna play it, huh? Gotta one up yer fake lover boys?

[He leans forward on his knees, expression softening.]

Y' think that's impressive? Any dumbass can make a poem. But only someone who knows y' can know the way that yer smile makes yer eyes glow. The swing a yer hips, the sway a yer hair- tell y' what, sweetheart, it ain't even fair! I'd write y' a buncha poems if it'd turn yer head, but how 'bout y' jus' take my hand an' we'll go make some fun instead?

[Namur holds out his other hand to her, and leans in close so even the pillow guy can't hear his whisper, even if Sonico can.]

'S jus' holdin' hands with a guy really all the further y' wanna go?

*Well, that look just earns him even more of a pout, but she says nothing more because she can't even pretend that these guy weren't a little fake.

She blinks as he leans forward, then recognises the poem by its rhyme. At the best of times it would make her giggle and blush, but here in the circus it made her quite the simpering maiden. So of course, more than happily, she gives her other hand to him and leans in closer*

That depends... Besides, these men are just working up the courage to tell me how much I mean to them...

If it's a Red Bill over a hunnerd fifty they're scammin' y'.

[Namur grins, stands up, and pulls her to her feet.]

C'mon sweetheart. I'mma take y' somewhere t' get yer heart racin' a hell of a lot better'n this place.

[And before she can protest, he'll have her whisked quite literally off her feet. He settles her in the crook of one arm, salutes the pretty-boy hosts, then leaps, using another patron's umbrella as a springboard up onto the rooftop.]

*Actually, she's paid for the cake and tea. At least, that is what she is telling herself. She stands up quickly, surprised at the sudden movement, as are the host boys*

Huh? What? Where?

*She does try to protest, though it doesn't seem to make any difference at all. Soon, she can't say anything anyway because she is clinging hard to side and squealing in shock*

Told y' I'd get yer heart racin'.

[He takes a couple of long strides across the rooftop and leaps over to the next building, making his way toward the center of the event.]

Found a nice li'l place t' go out for a drink, so we're gonna hit it up, see whatcha think.

*Namur earns a look, the shocked expression lingering somewhat - she didn't think that's what he meant, but he's not wrong anyway. But then he leaps again so she closes her eyes and grabs onto him tightly*

A drink?

*She blinks at him, surprised by the idea, but also not sure she'll be able to stomach it after all the jumping about*

Okay...

[See, her clinging like that is half the point of this endeavor. The other half being that that's just how he gets around. Less people to dodge on the rooftops.]

Probly diggin' some kinda fancy shit, aye? What's yer fave? Or somethin' y' always wanted t' try but never dared?

*Once she feels a bit more rooted to the ground, she takes a second to adjust her mask and smooth her dress, then touch the back of her head to be sure that things were still in place, which they mostly were*

Hmm? Oh, I haven't tried much other than beer or some wine and a couple of cocktails.

*Then she smiles at him in amusement as she leans against him again, that circus charm working its magic*

I'd happily drink anything you would offer me.

Even shit that'll mess with yer brain an' make y' do things y' never meant t' do?

[A part of him has always been curious what it'd be like to get that high. Another part of him finds that first part disgusting. Who needs chemicals to be free?]

Maybe... If that would make you happy.

*Though she does look quite uncertain about that sudden question. She had been thinking he meant more like tequila, or something*

You wouldn't want me to drink something that would hurt me though, would you?

*Too bad the mask hides those big worried eyes*

Nope.

[INNER WAR OVER, pack it up, go home. That devious tug he'd felt, tempting him to act on his curiosity is completely gone, overshadowed by the other. Be your own free. It's better that way.]

How 'bout... champagne. Always thought that shit was too damn fancy or somethin', but I'm feelin' awful damn fancy in all this metal, so why not, eh?

*Champagne is a much better option, and the suggestion makes Sonico relieved and pleased at once*

Champagne is fancy. It will suit us just fine, don't you think?

*She smiles as she takes another moment to appraise his outfit, touching his cuff lightly*

Very handsome.

[Well that'll get him flaring red on his cheeks every time.]

Yeah, sure. A'ight, lessee, here. Champagne...

[Namur sniffs from side to side, then points and takes Sonico to a sunny spot not far from a nice looking outdoor bar.]

'Kay, listen. I'mma do a magic trick. Needja t' close yer eyes an' count t' like, twenty. An' no peekin'. Got it?

*Seeing him blush like that gets Sonico all a flutter - she wonders how she can make him do that again*

A magic trick? For me?

*Even on a usual day Sonico is pretty impressed with tricks and magic so shes all too happy to go along, and closes her eyes expectantly*

Okay!

Count out loud.

[As soon as her eyes are shut, Namur starts backing away quietly. As soon as she starts counting, he sprints for the bar, knocks the bartender out, grabs a bottle of champagne for them and throws open the tap on a barrel of wine to keep the rest of the customers from getting too mad at him for downing the barkeep, then sprints back to stand right where he'd been before Sonico closed her eyes, just barely winded. He holds up the champagne and waves his hand over it with a flourish.]

An' here we have it! One bottle a fine... the hell's that say? Can't even pronounce that shit. So it must be good.

[He holds out his arm for her to take.]

Shall we, m'lady?

*And so Sonico starts counting aloud in a sing-song voice, smiling away to herself and not even minding if there are any people nearby to witness and think that she's weird. When she opens her eyes she gasps and applauds*

Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be perfect!

*Happily, Sonico takes his arm and leans against it slightly*

[That was almost too easy. He leads her up to a low grassy hill overlooking the main fairgrounds, and finds them a shady spot amongst the scattered picnickers.]

Hope y' don't mind drinkin' straight from the bottle. Guess I's kinda a dumbass an' forgot t' grab any cups.

*Sonico is quite impressed - that's really a rather romantic spot that Namur has chosen; a bunch of the other picnickers seemed to be cuddled together*

From the bottle?

*Sonico blinks, realising now that he didn't get glances. Then she giggles and shakes her head*

Not if you don't mind sharing it...

Ain't scared a fishman cooties, huh? Sheheheh!

[He narrows his eyes, wondering how much he can bait her.]

It'd be like one a them shitty kiss by proxy deals, though. Jus' wanna be sure y' can handle that...

*Sonico shakes her head as she sits down. Sure, it's the magic of the circus or whatever, but it makes her much more willing, or just confident, too please*

Of course I don't mind. Unless...do you mind?

[Namur shrugs, leaning right up against her.]

Li'l, jus' cuz I'd rather jus' kiss y' direct instead.

*There's a slight blush at the edges of her mask, but Sonico presses against him as he leans*

Direct...? What kind of direct kiss...?

[What kind of direct..? Okay, no, he can work with this. Namur slides his finger along her collarbone, then over to her shoulder, nudging the collar of her dress just off to the side.]

'S like yer body's got a couple a beacons goin' off, screamin' kiss me here, an' a dumbass like me can't help but dive directly at 'em.

[He presses his mouth against the curve between her shoulder and her neck, biting ever so gently against her fragile skin, so he won't actually break through it.]

*The most physical affection Sonico has ever had? A lingering kiss on the cheek. This, in comparison, is something quite incredible. Even just the touch of his finger against her collarbone is enough to make her shiver and gasp. But with his mouth on ber skin? That's a whole new level again. Sonico's gasp is heavier this time, and very suddenly she is feeling really rather warm and breathless*

O-oh! That is - oh... That's direct!

[Namur leans into her a little more.]

Didn't think I's jus' talkin' shit, didja?

[Grinning, he runs his hand over her throat and up the side of her neck a few moments before making a parallel climb with his mouth, carefully pushing and pulling and nipping as he goes. He can feel himself starting to get high and stupid off the smell of her, the taste of her pheromones. There are superheated shivers of his own careening around, balling up in his gut; his heartbeat racing as he coaxes her chin up with his thumb so he can nuzzle the soft skin there. Then he presses his thumb against her lower lip and, using it as a guide, nips quickly at the curve of her jaw and the tip of her chin and finally bears down against her mouth with his own.]

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