whom it may concern (reincarnatenpc) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-10-29 13:42:00 |
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Who. Everyone. Seriously, everyone. Shhhh just come.
What. The party to end all parties. Literally, for some.
Where. Buckner Mansion (Los Angeles, CA)
When. Forward dated to Wednesday night, 10PM, October 31st 2012
Warnings. Let’s say R just to be safe, since there will be blood.
On an otherwise quiet street that never used to exist but no one’s thought to question its existence now, a house on the end of the block has turned its lights on. A house that never used to exist either, but all evidence to the contrary has been squashed. It’s amazing what people will convince themselves for a party. At the end of Dead End Drive, at a house marked 1313 on the beat up old mailbox out by the street, the Buckner Mansion has been made ready to receive guests. The Mansion’s hosts? Nowhere to be found, but that doesn’t mean they’re not there watching you.
Beyond the party atmosphere and out of reach from all party goers is a hidden control room where all the fun is being created by the event's silent partner, The Resistance. With a flip of a switch or a push of a button, any room in the mansion can be manipulated according to the controller’s will. Invisible chemicals in a room can alter a guest’s pheromones, personality, decisions they might not necessarily make if they were in their right state of mind. Be careful of the food and drinks too, there’s no telling what’s in those, but it may affect your state of mind in more than just a drunken, drugged out haze. Depending on what room you wander into after midnight, you might also be in for a much scarier surprise.
When the clock strikes ten o’clock, the doors of the mansion will be opened to anyone brave enough to come, and the whole place will seem like one big, harmless haunted house. Rooms full of party favors and spirits (of the beverage variety...), places for dancing and good, old fashioned Halloween themed fun with spooky but otherwise non-living decorations. People are encouraged to come in costume, but not required. Lambs for slaughter only need their skin, after all. The party will seem like it’s going off without a hitch and guests are having the time of their lives, never wanting to leave. When the clock strikes midnight? That’s when the real party begins. The house and other guests will turn on you, your greatest fears may very well be realized and monsters themselves will become real. You’ll be lucky to make it out of there alive.
The FEED organization was hosting a party tonight that they throw every year, at least so far as anyone knows. They’ve actually never hosted a Halloween party, at least not this one, but by the time anyone figures this out, it will be too late. The invitations have gone out and both mundies and reincarnates alike have RSVP’d to attend. The game has been set, and all the board needs now are its players. Let the horrors begin.