J'mon Sa Ord (devossa) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-06 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, sabrina spellman |
WHO: J'mon Sa Ord and Sabrina Spellman
WHAT: Crashing a Party + Making Magic Happen
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WHERE: Some Mansion on the Outskirts of Town
STATUS: In-Progress, Closed
WARNINGS: TBD.
If you spent enough time in them, most realms took essentially three forms: normal and familiar, utterly disastrous, or weird. J'mon had not been here long, but they could place the hotel itself firmly in the final category. It seemed normal on the surface level, but there was just enough to set it aside from common expectations. It seemed to exist in an uncanny valley where the edges were dulled slightly and the deeps seemed darker while the shallows seemed unusually matte. Then there was the quite peculiar location they had recently been transported to, which should have been disconcerting, but seemed so utterly normal it was almost easy to dismiss it entirely. But the fact that it was new and possessed just a pinch of something strange made it nearly impossible for J'mon to resist its lure. They got quite a few unusual looks from the locals just walking around town, but the attention wasn't entirely negative. While walking out of the cinema on the second day in town, J'mon was approached by a woman in a mauve dress and a hat that seemed to have an entire stuffed bird on it, and promptly invited to some soiree she was hosting at her estate on the edge of time. They were all too familiar with those kinds of out-of-the-blue invitations. They had been an outsider in many cities and towns in many worlds and there was always something to be said for seeming a bit other. It could open as many doors as it closed. And this was a door they were eager to step through. Which was how they ended up sitting in the midst of a gaggle of well-dressed ladies (and a handful of young men) dressed in dusty sapphire and gold, weaving a tale of whatever far-flung land they had allegedly come from. It was perhaps half truthful, somewhere, but for the most part it was just an entertaining story. J'mon was an impeccable read when it came to other people and that made it easy for them to adapt at a moment and tell people what they wanted to hear in the name of a good tale. Not too much excitement, but enough pointed flare to make it seem dramatic and fanciful. It seemed some last leg of mysticism still clung to this place as well and there were curious whispers as to whether J'mon might possess certain abilities. Which, of course, they did. And there was nothing wrong with dulling it down to make a pretty parlor trick. All in good time, though. It was so much easier to fool people after a few drinks and a well-established backstory. Then they would want to believe so much that no matter what they showed them it would seem real and poignant and memorable. Even if was just some little trick J'mon had been doing since they were a wyrmling. |