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Tweak says, "she already done had herses"

dunwich mod (dunwichmod) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2023-02-15 13:30:00

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!ic/ooc event, buffyverse: spike, hannibal: abigail hobbs, stephen king: eddie kaspbrak, ∙ plot: 001 welcome to dunwich, ◌ inactive: addie larue, ◌ inactive: azuma kazuma, ◌ inactive: bail organa (au), ◌ inactive: belphegor, ◌ inactive: bucky barnes, ◌ inactive: carol danvers, ◌ inactive: chrissy cunningham, ◌ inactive: clint barton, ◌ inactive: delirium, ◌ inactive: diana bishop, ◌ inactive: eddie munson (au), ◌ inactive: jake pentecost, ◌ inactive: natasha romanoff, ◌ inactive: okoye, ◌ inactive: robin buckley, ◌ inactive: rupert giles, ◌ inactive: sam wilson (au), ◌ inactive: shaun gilmore, ◌ inactive: zoe hange

welcome to dunwich?

CHAOS, FOG and a PARADE

A STARTING IC/OOC EVENT

ARRIVAL OF THE NEW PEOPLE / THE PARADE The fog has cleared and you find yourself standing in the downtown streets of an unfamiliar town. And you’re not alone. There are dozens of people lining the sidewalks on either side of Main Street, cheering. At first you think they’re excited that the fog has finally lifted, but then you realize that a parade is heading towards you.

But it’s not just any normal parade. This is an all out affair that appears to involve most of the town and its residents. If you’re familiar with Earth history there might even be a kind of nostalgic vibe to the event. The closer you look at the parade, however, the more peculiar it appears. The marching band majorettes, for example, are waving flags with an image of a mutated lobster on it. And the drum corp is dressed like lobsters, banging away at the snare with hands sticking out of their large claws.

There’s a float that rolls by afterwards featuring a teenage girl in a bright pink dress sitting atop a decorative throne. She waves to everyone on the side of the street. “Wow! The pig farm sure crowned a beauty for the pageant this year!” one of the locals says. Sure enough, around the throne are four large swine, devouring slop at the girl’s feet.

A bright blue Cadillac slowly drives after the float. The logo for Dolan’s Auto Shop is written on the side and a man with a wide smile honks toots on the horn which lets out an eerie jingle. After that a group of mimes dance around the crowd. One in front holds up a sign for The Tommyknocker Theatre Troupe.

And so on.

Everyone you try to talk to is friendly. The street vendors offer you free hotdogs and ice cream.

All of it is completely normal.

But then why does it make you feel so uneasy?

NOTES You know the drill! Get in the comments! (Insert Brennan Lee Mulligan gif here.)

If you don't know the drill, that's okay! IC/OOC events can be a little overwhelming when just starting out. I wrote an essay about it here if you want to know what's up.

SPECIAL THANKS Round of applause to our very own Marty McChaa for writing up this lovely event for us and finding the images.

The coding can be found at Tess's patreon if you want to have it on hand for your very own. ♥ We're Tess stans here.

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Spike/Gilmore

shaungilmore
2023-02-16 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Gilmore had very much become part of the parade. And why not? After the initial shock of suddenly appearing here had run its course, he felt the prudent thing to do was try and blend in while his mind tried to draw a line between where he had been and where he was. This was not, after all, Gilmore's first foray into an alternate dimension. The absurdity of this place notwithstanding (it certainly was not the glamorous absurdity of the Feywild, was it?), the same rules of engagement applied. Pretend to be a local until you find a way out. Don't draw attention to yours--

Well, shit. Gilmore failed that one.

Purple bursts of sparkles flew from his fingers as he walked with the parade, along with the occasional spectral pig (also purple, naturally). He wore a broad smile, his natural charisma able to mask his inner confusion as if all was well and right. My, everyone was so friendly. After a time, Gilmore touched a platinum ring with small blue beads on his left index finger. He disappeared in a great puff of fragrant purple smoke and golden glitter, reappearing yards away with much less fanfare. Immediately, he was kindly accosted by a man offering him a 'hot dog.' After confirming that it was not made, in fact, of dogs, Gilmore acquiesced and let the man load it up with all kinds of colorful red and yellow sauces.

Taking an introductory bite, Gilmore was rather delighted to find it quite...good? The skin of the pork had been grilled crispy, the bread that held it was toasted. And, by the gods, the yellow sauce was mustard! Apparently some things remain consistent across dimensions. The sorcerer took to the periphery, moving on the outskirts of the crowd so he could better observe. Everyone looked human, more or less, except for the people with giant lobster arms-- or was that a costume? Eventually, Gilmore came to stand in front of a shop alcove that gave some respite from the crowd. A good place to assess his situation as any, he supposed.

Waving a hand, Gilmore conjured up a series of purple gossamer ribbons that held the hot dog aloft in the air while he fished inside his robes for a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Robes was perhaps a misnomer-- it was essentially a wizard's track suit made of purple silk with gold accents. A plunging neckline exposed the majority of his chest before tying at the waist with a knotted sash clasped with a bejeweled unicorn bust beset with an ornate, cursive G. A capelet hung off his shoulders, the lining a complimentary shade of lavender that differed from the deeper purple of the rest of the garment. Harem pants draped over his legs and were tied around his ankles and his feet were in gold, strappy sandals. The whole ensemble could be described with one word: ostentatious.