This party was out of control and it wasn't even midnight yet. As the girl dressed in some sexy variation of a farm animal put it "Like actually literally everyone on campus" was there at the Beta Alpha Delta Halloween party. What could Val say she knew how to cater to the masses? The grounds were turned into some haunted rave carnival. A hedge garden awaited guests in the middle filled with spooky surprises. There was a seemingly endless supply of booze. Three kegs, two bars and a water slide that slid into a pool jello shots. She had hired all the food trucks in the area to cater the entire thing. Below the terrace where the DJ spun was a dance floor filled with drunk college students grinding against one another under a lasers and black light. There were fire dancers, jugglers, a Farris wheel. If someone needed a costume that was even provided for them by Val’s very own tailor.
As her and her squad walked out onto the terrace in their coordinated costumes Val looked across the Bacchanalia type party she had planned with her sisters and smiled. If everyone went home would someone tonight the party would go down as the most legendary Halloween party in Marv U history.


((It's Halloween, your characters are in college and at the biggest most ridiculous party on campus. No one is checking ID! Everyone is horny and drunk! What is your costume, are you drunk, are you dancing? are you hitting on all the fly honnies? Are you about to break up very publicly? Are you that crying girl in the corner?! Wicked has drugs do you want drugs? Make out with some new people it's college and it's Halloween none of us will remember eachother in the morning!))

Characters: Anybody, everybody
Setting: Los Angeles Shatterdome
Content: Nothing questionable yet
Summary: A storm's rolling through and bringing a terrible surprise to the Shatterdome.

( While defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. )

Even as the sun set it was warm Sibyl felt sticky as the litter moved, draped in clingy fabric and adored with jewelry fit for the oracle. She would have rather walked but her escort wouldn't hear of it, it wouldn't do to have a wife of Apollo go to a party alone. Despite the heat, or perhaps because of it, Magnus must've been in fine spirits to have a party. As they made it to the steps of the palace Sibyl was greeted by a party fit for Bacchus. Gladiators mixed with politicians and actors and whores. The walls shimmered with gold and the air was thick with smell of wine and roasted boar. The baths were full of guests cooling off, the garden's hedges shook with guests getting to know each other better but the throne room was a circus. It was full of guests feasting and drinking. As she entered the room the topic of conversation turned to the subject of her. She was the parlor trick of the night after all, at least the offerings were good. All the wine she could drink and food she could eat. A place was made for her at the foot of Magnus' throne and soon the novelty of her entrance passed and the party got back on track. She hadn't been to the place for some time and Sybil couldn't help but recall the last time she spoke to the princess. Something had happened in Egypt she wasn't sure of what but Sibyl knew it would bring a time of great change for Rome and the royal family. Maybe this was why she was here, maybe the change was to happen to day, or perhaps it was nothing and it was simply the same unnerving feelings she always had in the company of Magnus. Until it was made clear she made a point to enjoy herself.

The interest in one's neighbor had certainly changed as the centuries past. No one asked questions about what their neighbors were up to anymore. It use to be,back when the citizens of Marvelous (Now known as Ave. M) had just arrived in this New World, that they had to use more magic to keep the Mortals away. As it grew it became harder to seclude them selves but easier to blend. By the twenty first century the Mortals were far to busy keeping up with their computers to pay any mind to communities of fairies in the trees of Central park. Bruce preferred it this way, it was easier to blend in when no one was paying attention to him. He could find a way to fix his little problem.

True love's first kiss, like most words out of witches mouth, it was a lie. Shortly after kissing Beauty Bruce returned to his human state and it lasted all of five days. After those five days his skin turned green,he sprouted a tail,tufts of fur grew in behind his point ears and on his back. It was worse than the original curse.It'd happen with any drastic shift in mood, if his temper got out of hand, if he was depressed if he was aroused. Needless to say the wedding was postponed in definitely.

What was amazing about Ave.M was that was that when Bruce had these little flair ups he no longer had to hide himself away in his penthouse. He carried on business as usual.They got by with a simple cloaking spell on the street. No Mortals could find it if they weren't looking for it.
They had their own shops, their own housing and their own government council (He had run for a council seat but lost out to Jack the Giant Killer's smear campaign against him). It was nice not having to worry about mortals seeing him in this form. He could enjoy his meditation in his beast form.

The year is 2030, fifteen years after the first Jaeger deployment. The United States' top Shatterdome is a hub of constant activity; housing several Jaeger, the Los Angeles PPDC base is home to countless personnel. From crews to pilot and maintain the giant mechs, to scientists researching all aspects of the Kaiju in search of exploitable weaknesses. These are the men and women who work tirelessly day in and day out in the defense of the planet, protecting Earth from the monsters climbing from the depths of the breach.

Amidst all the battles and monster attacks, the every day dramas of life continue to play out, set against the backdrop of a world careening towards the apocalypse. Humanity's outlook remains hopeful, but with an increase in the frequency and category of Kaiju attacking, world leaders are looking for other means of protection. Though skeptics of the Jaeger program are still in the minority, opinions will soon shift as humanity loses its advantage against the Kaiju. What was once an army, mankind's only real chance for survival, will someday become its final resistance.

We need that hilarious repetitive riff theme music