♦♦ 32ND CONTRACT - ANONYMOUS TEXT/ACTION

[mortemscintilla]

Oh perfect.

A light show. Just what's needed after a month of witches and possessed goats. Sure, everything seems mellow now. No zombies or general epidemics. But distractions are just that. Distractions. No amount of Burning Man rituals and fireworks take away from the fact that everyone is still stuck here. That's not exactly something worth celebrating.

Still, it could be worse. Pai could be gone. I could be back home. This 'perpetual darkness' theme could last more than 24 hours. Then there'd be no end to the belly-aching.

Of course that's a mixed blessing. Some of you are only tolerable in the pitch dark.

Options For Run-Ins:

Cafe: You'll find him behind the display case, sliding in a fresh tray of pinwheel cookies, a sprinkling of flour on his nose. Canapes, bonfire toffee, sausage roll-ups, sticky chocolate pudding, baked apples with cinnamon ... It's like he's trying to kill the City with saccharin-induced diabetes. Maybe he is.

Hey. At least it's a tasty way to go.

Xanadu: Crunching on a toffee-apple, he drifts through the park. Watching, not the brilliant displays in the dark sky, but his periphery. He's still in the habit of thinking operationally, and is as matter-of-fact about it as he is effective. But that doesn't mean he can't stop, for a moment, to listen to the crack-snap-pop of sparklers, or watch the glittering streaks of color exploding like supernovas above.

Anywhere Else: The dark is his element, and he utilizes the opportunity to explore. He stops by the City's outskirts, looking out at the sweep of the lakes, the glittering buildings, the glittering fireworks blossoming in the sky. Festivities seem to be dwindling, and who could've anticipated that he'd feel so rueful about that. Then again, all tonight is, is a lull, before some new curse threatens to snatch everything away in one big explosion of chaos. Whatever intervals of quiet he indulges in are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

Still he doesn't mind this pause. It makes things better and worse at the same time -- but sometimes it's necessary too.



[ ooc: Don't be fooled. Despite the general grumpiness, Hei is actually rather enjoying the fireworks. Backtagging friendly forevermore; I'll be very slow this week<3 ]

Comments

action;

[sleepingstar]

[It's remarkably hard to bother getting out of bed when there's no sun saying Hey. Hey you. It's time to be up and about. Even though you have nowhere to go and nothing to do.]

action;

[anatural]

[Eight cats means a lot of cat poop. Normally Korra doesn't particularly mind cleaning up after them, but it's kind of hard to do when you can't turn the lights on.]

I'm going to teach you guys to do this outside. This litterbox stuff is stupid.

[water_wine_wizard]

[On the beach Laruna's built up a bit of a fire close to the water. She pokes at the flames absently, but it doesn't seem to be built for the firework celebrations going on. It's more like a quiet space she's made for herself away from everyone.

And she's talking out loud to no one]

I'm fairly certain you can hear me, because you're a nosy git. So, yeah. You were right.

But the next time I see you here if you even bring this up, I will punch you in the nose.

Cafe;

[moonlitrequiem]

[For once, if Yin was asked why she was there, she couldn't properly say. There was no definite reason, she simply decided she wanted to see Hei, so she went to the cafe where he worked.]

[After all, he went to where she worked all the time. Just in case, though, she stayed in the back. A mere observer of the pastries, as though she was uncertain of their worth and didn't know if she wanted them or not. Hei didn't have to interact with her if he didn't want to. She just wanted to do what he did....]