[Well, this while no-sun thing has Charlie completely thrown. She's not sure what to make of it. Didn't they do this before? Ah, well. That was life in the City for you. It was around three PM. She'd been lazing about the apartment all day, trying to clean up what she could of the sand only to have the broom turn to the same stuff about three minutes in.

Petrichor and Hypnos were enjoying it until the cat tower followed suit. And every time Ed upstairs took a step, sand would fall where he walked and worrying cracks would form. His refrigerator door would open and shut and that'd just send more dust raining down. She'd given up on getting anything to eat, by this point. Everything was gritty and gross. Putting the sandwich she'd tried making in the garbage, which immediately half turned to sand, Charlie froze. Her head tilted slightly and a faint groaning sound was heard above. Looking up, she noticed the cracks were starting to connect a little at a time and parts of the ceiling were starting to sag. Larger chunks of sand started to fall and Charlie looked somewhere between annoyed and apathetic towards the situation. All she really had to say about it?]

Well, there goes my good mood.

[ he stumbles, bumping into some unlikely passerby in a fit of near drowsiness.

fjkls, he blinks himself awake and bows! ] My apologies! It won't happen again. [ he bobs upright, finding himself face to face with an irate woman, coffee stains all over her neatly pressed white blouse. ]

You cretin! I'll make sure you never do that again!

[ flinching, Liam felt scalding hot coffee poured over his head, staining his clothes. But, it's with trembling fingers as he watches the woman stalk off that he goes to wipe a coffee dribble off his cheek only to find that it's turned to sand the minute he's touched it.

Such is Liam's rather perplexing fate. He is bereaved of both coffee and tea and thus, severely caffeine deprived. It's amazing he's able to stand on his feet at all, really. At least the headaches aren't quite so bad anymore. Still...

He pulls out his phone and starts speaking into it, wiping his face clean with a handkerchief. ]

I could use some advice, if you may. What is your preferred drink? I'm afraid tea and coffee are out of the question as I appear to be having a slight problem with it turning into sand.

[ and he's getting desperate. Help a poor man out, Poly! ]

((ooc: no Liam's were harmed in the making of this post and red text is a random npc!))

[ The sand is pretty much impossible by now. It's everywhere, trickles out when you least expect it, gets into everything. He'd been fine with it, until his bagel had sand in the cream, and that shit just don't fly with James Barnes. But he's not the only one getting kind of crabby about it. Crepe the Wonderdog doesn't seem too happy with everything she touches suddenly becoming slippy, cascading sand. And while it had been funny the first couple of times to see her startled face whenever something exciting had suddenly evaporated, now it's getting in her fur, and Bucky's planning on doing something about it.

He is Master of Accidental Video, mostly because he still doesn't get all the buttons, so the video hits with the view of his shoe from where he's kicked it. It's on the bathroom floor, the side of the tub and one of Bucky's arms, shirtsleeves rolled up, in view. Crepe's nose snuffles along the screen before he lifts her. ] C'mon, darling, let's get you all shiny and clean so you can be the prettiest dame around once more. [ Depositing her in the bath is easy, it's when he lifts the water to cover her back that all hell breaks loose. Either she thinks Bucky is possessed, or the water is her new enemy, but Crepe's got her paws over the bath and is shaking before he can stop her. Water sluices over the side of the tub, hits the device screen in fat droplets, and then there's a thump as she jumps free, heads for the door that he'd foolishly left open. ]

Nono. [ Shoes squeaking as Bucky pulls himself up, twists to chase after her, and even if he's trying to come off as mad, there's a laugh in his voice. ] Get back here you little rascal. [ Crepe's skippy little feet and her excited bark are the next noises, followed by something that sounds like it's been knocked over. ] Oops. You're not an alley cat, why're you making this so difficult, huh? [ Crepe's predictably leading him in circles, because she is secretly a mastermind, or in all reality, Bucky isn't that smart, and it's only when the noises get louder and her nose presses back against the device that he follows. ] Awh, again?

[There is this look of pure joy on Rapunzel's face as she runs through the City. Sure, these aren't the floating lanterns she's dreamed of seeing all her life...but these are close. So beautiful. She'd been a little freaked out, with it being so dark and with the sand causing all these problems lately...

But that doesn't matter right now.]

Look at these lights!! How are they doing this? This is amazing!!

[She laughs, looking at one of the LED lotus blooms closely.]

What are these things? This...this is fantastic!!

[She laughs more. It's not the lanterns she's dreamed of, but its close, and right now, she couldn't be happier as she runs off in the direction of the Carousel.]

So this 'eternal night' deal is kind of freaky. If Vin Diesel and Claudia Black show up, I'm getting nervous. I heard they're doing some awesome lantern stuff downtown, though. Anybody up for checking it out?

[ooc: action for anyone hanging around the downtown area tonight during the festival. Come bump into him!]

its too bad someone felt the need to shut off the daytime for this sort of thing. It would have been more enjoyable if it didnt involve the now 24hr possibillity of vampirism and wolf bites as the City has the tendency to provide and also disappoint (usually violently).

has anyone checked into what games they're hosting ?

A man's got to waste a little money now and again. keeps him humble.

[ ooc: s o b this is somewhat placeholder-y until friday (as well as my other tags), but please feel free to either run into Eames at the festival itself or just treat this as the network post it is! ]

I think it's gorgeous. All the lights and the display, like bein' in the middle of a celebration. Doesn't even seem right callin' it a curse but m'not sure what we're celebratin'.

Doctor, care to come out for a walk? Think we stopped on a planet like this one time. Or somethin' near like this. If we didn't, we ought to.

Anyone else that's out wanderin' 'round, stop and say hi.

[Rose is wandering through the lights with the wide-eyed excitement of a child. She's got a basket of chips in one hand and she's clearly enjoying herself. Stop her, poke at her, make fun of the huge grin on her face or the basket of chips in hand. Her mood is going to be hard to tarnish today.]

[In the imperfect darkness, the multicolored LED lights are trancelike. Eerie. In an empty alleyway, a thin figure is visible. On his knees, doubled over. Blood gleams red-black across his tuxedo. His breathing is erratic.]

Wh-Where...? Where am I?

[His shoulder-blades spasm, as if in pain. Slowly, he glances up. Absorbing the surreally glowing lanterns. The unfamiliar surroundings. Between long tangles of black hair, his face goes wild.]

No. No no no no NO!

Where is she? WHERE IS MY SAYA?!

[He scrambles up, as if galvanized.]

I had her. I had in the palm of my hands! She was going to die with me!  SHE WAS FINALLY MINE!

[Edge of hysteria]

You did this, didn't you, Solomon!? You and Amshel—plotting against me! Sabotaging my happiness! YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!

[The cry drops to a feverish muttering] I will find her. I will find her, and make her mine again! You cannot stop me. This—prison cannot hold me back!

[Ragged breaths. Suddenly, his voice drops. Crooning. Almost songlike.]

Saya? Are you there? I know you can hear me~ You needn't fret, my beloved. They've stolen you away from me. But I will have you at my side, soon enough. We belong together, after all!

[An uncontrollable laugh.]

Wait for me. Saya. I will find you! Our dance has barely begun~


[OOC: Have a new crazy person in your midst, City! During a curse of perpetual darkness, no less! XD Feel free to bug him/bump into him. He'll just assume your're part of some experiment/drug-induced hallucination >.>]

[She found the moment she stepped out that day that the entire area below her apartment was filled with one amazing thing after another. From lasers that made beasts to LEDs that created the most beautiful of flowers. Like the scenery around her, Gazelle beamed. This was the first time in months she saw anything like the upside-down glowing ice cream cone (read: Tokyo Tower) and the desire to see it all quickly itched at her mind.]

[So whether she should have done so or not, she jumped thoughtlessly yet skillfully from the balcony of her apartment to fully enjoy the sky view of all the lights that filled the City until she landed safely on the ground with her Air Trecks.]

[In pure excitement, she exclaimed all her thoughts aloud as she turned her head every which direction to look at all the different things made of light:]

Whoa! Where did it all this come from? --It's... it's so pretty!

[A BREATH TAKEN PAAUSE] ...This is the coolest curse ever!

(ooc: backdated to the morning time.)

 voice;

What's the occasion? All these lights and everything. Kinda looks like Little Tokyo or Little Saigon.

[This older man says it in the way that one could surmise that....he honestly does not know the difference.]

Fucking pretty. And they're not charging admission?

[Impressed whistle goes here.]

I'm not a complainer but how's anybody supposed to get on a regular sleep cycle with all the dark? 

[ooc; backdated to about 7 in the evening.]

[ After years of watching the sparks fly from strikers and oils accidentally set alight, Yusuf is less interested in the lanterns than what he just saw walk past him. More accurately, what was in the hand of the person who just walked past him.

Kebabs.

You can bet that he sets out after the smell of grilled meat with the fervor of a woman looking for her lost child. He follows the faint charred smell (that Yusuf can, for once in this godforsaken city, say isn't his fault) to a small stall with an already established line.

Even through the charred smell (really, the vendor should clean out the drippings or something...) Yusuf's mouth waters as he takes his place in the line.

He's going to cry if the person who just walked by was carrying a paper cup of boondi laddoos. ]

[ click ] —and it's dark. Seriously, c'mon, there's almost no lanterns around here, so no one will see. And I bet the water's warm now.

][ VIDEO

[Tommy looks tired, maybe just a little bit sooty.]

It's never a good sign when the sun doesn't come up.

[And well, tired he is.]

Don't get me wrong, it was a great show until it like, exploded. [His brow furrows slightly.] Anyway I wanted to say... if anyone needs a lift to the hospital or whatever, after all that... lemme know.


[ooc; i do actually have a thread up on the open log if you want to play stuff out, OORRRR feel free to just assume a rescue / chance meeting / whatevs. also please pretend this was a tad earlier, DW was being sluggishhh]