It had been roughly three months since he had rounded up complete strangers in a desperate attempt to chase away loneliness. Three months spent tolerating his newfound company soon became three months spent slowly warming up to the family of misfits he had formed. Not that he would ever admit it. The commander trapped in eternal youth no longer wallowed in his pity and rage, aching to force the world to see how badly they wronged him. Beck had a second chance on the earth, a simple thing he had begged for when he died. Tanglewood was finally the perfect distraction, and as the dark haze lifted from his mind, the idea of returning the favor sparked and grew in his shallow chest.
He didn't know what he was doing, which was expected at this point. But he did know that everyone needed at least one night to just let all the crazy out, so to speak. And what better night for unruly behavior than one of the unluckiest days on the calendar? And to add to the atmosphere, the new moon would be turning its shining face away from the world, allowing for shrouding darkness to aid during the more... malicious activities planned. Beck was willing to sacrifice a nostalgic night of looking through his horror movie collection -- the only thing he really could do without a television -- just to host his impromptu idea.
As the sun set over the wetlands and sank down into the bog, the poltergeist scrapped together enough dead wood and trash, ranging from plastic bags to mutant carcasses, intending on burning it as a means of cleaning up their polluted territory. Perhaps he gathered too much tinder and drenched it in too much salvaged gasoline, for when he ignited the bonfire that was thankfully far away from nearby houses, it nearly exploded into a crackling inferno right next to his nose. Recoiling with singed whiskers yet otherwise unscathed, Beck hurried to set up the rest of his supplies, assuming the accidental fireball would be enough to summon his peers over. He had brought the leftover marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers from prior times where they made s'mores, the most recent catches of prey from his traps, and a heaping stash of moonshine discovered in a untouched cellar. While he couldn't actually eat any of it, the commander hoped everyone else would finish the food off before pests did. Flopping back onto his haunches, Beck tilted his head to peer at the approaching crowd and offer a wicked grin, wheezing with uncharacteristic excitement, "Hope y'all plan on stayin' up tonight, we've got a lot of stuff to do."
/ welcome to the first lunar festival! this will be the main/starting thread, while several other events will branch off of this single night in consecutive order. hopefully we can get them up every other day after tonight! check back here for links to threads when they are created. in the meantime, have fun at a bonfire made of trash and roadkill with schmoes and all
events:
sunday - spin the bottle: here
tuesday - clanwide sparring, to be posted
thursday - multiple pranks on ascendants, to be posted
saturday - vandalism on snowbound, to be posted
monday - raid on typhoon, to be posted
wednesday - surprise, to be posted
[align=center]»――➤He didn't know what he was doing, which was expected at this point. But he did know that everyone needed at least one night to just let all the crazy out, so to speak. And what better night for unruly behavior than one of the unluckiest days on the calendar? And to add to the atmosphere, the new moon would be turning its shining face away from the world, allowing for shrouding darkness to aid during the more... malicious activities planned. Beck was willing to sacrifice a nostalgic night of looking through his horror movie collection -- the only thing he really could do without a television -- just to host his impromptu idea.
As the sun set over the wetlands and sank down into the bog, the poltergeist scrapped together enough dead wood and trash, ranging from plastic bags to mutant carcasses, intending on burning it as a means of cleaning up their polluted territory. Perhaps he gathered too much tinder and drenched it in too much salvaged gasoline, for when he ignited the bonfire that was thankfully far away from nearby houses, it nearly exploded into a crackling inferno right next to his nose. Recoiling with singed whiskers yet otherwise unscathed, Beck hurried to set up the rest of his supplies, assuming the accidental fireball would be enough to summon his peers over. He had brought the leftover marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers from prior times where they made s'mores, the most recent catches of prey from his traps, and a heaping stash of moonshine discovered in a untouched cellar. While he couldn't actually eat any of it, the commander hoped everyone else would finish the food off before pests did. Flopping back onto his haunches, Beck tilted his head to peer at the approaching crowd and offer a wicked grin, wheezing with uncharacteristic excitement, "Hope y'all plan on stayin' up tonight, we've got a lot of stuff to do."
/ welcome to the first lunar festival! this will be the main/starting thread, while several other events will branch off of this single night in consecutive order. hopefully we can get them up every other day after tonight! check back here for links to threads when they are created. in the meantime, have fun at a bonfire made of trash and roadkill with schmoes and all
events:
sunday - spin the bottle: here
tuesday - clanwide sparring, to be posted
thursday - multiple pranks on ascendants, to be posted
saturday - vandalism on snowbound, to be posted
monday - raid on typhoon, to be posted
wednesday - surprise, to be posted