Friday the thirteenth doesn't usually get this whacky

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOVEMBER 13TH TO 15TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:






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radio tower

[fingersandteeth]

It's not long sunset after and Steven Durante is taking his last fifteen minute break on the roof (as is his custom) when he spots some weird, tall purple guy climbing the giant antenna atop the radio. "What the--?"

The guys falls. The guy falls while screaming out a Goofy yell. What the fucking fuck?

Okay, shit, going to text the newsroom boss to tell him that there's been an accident outside and he's going to be investigating it, then he's taking the fucking elevator directly down, because what the fuck--?

... and then, of course, it turns out that he recognizes the purple gargoyle guy that's somehow perfectly fine after falling from one of the biggest buildings in Goldenrod.

"Jules," Steven says, dragging a long-fingered hand down his face. Right. Weird weekend. "How the hell did you not die doing that?"

Re: radio tower

[failgoyle]

"Oh, hey, Steven." Jules blinks at the long fingers, but honestly, this is all normal in its own way. He jerks a thumb at himself. "Lurkgliders don't really do fall damage." At least not when they have access to Glamour again.

Re: radio tower

[fingersandteeth]

Yeah, now that he's got a sec, Jules will be able to see that Steven's not only got unsettling long fingers with an extra joint, but also extremely sharp fangs, pointed ears, and slit pupil eyes (like a cat's.)

Oh and there's the illusion of some kind of orange flower petals at his feet, which are distinctly mantle-ish.

"Of course they do," Steven says with a sigh. "Of course they do."

[failgoyle]

Jules's own mantle is relatively subtle and weak, but there's a bit of ice around his own feet. "What, when you were back to...you know...wasn't there something you wanted to try doing again?" Look, he likes perching, okay. He looks back up at the tower. "If I sent a Rotom after that Murkrow would that mess up y'all's equipment? With the electricity and all?"

[fingersandteeth]

"I mean, yeah," Steven says. "But I can't exactly dreamwalk until people are asleep--and that's gonna also rely a little on finding somewhere that feels more or less Hedge-ish if I'm going to attempt to do it at a distance." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "It might. But it's the weird weekend. It'll all be set right by the end of it."

[failgoyle]

Jules makes a mental note to chug enough energy drinks (Red Tauros is a perfectly acceptable Red Bull substitute, at least) in an attempt to avoid sleeping for the duration of the weird weekend because he's not the greatest at dream anything. "So this...this happens often? You're making it sound like all of this is just a thing you're used to."

[fingersandteeth]

Steven sighs. "Twice a year, is what I'm told. This is my second time. We all get our true bodies and our abilities back for the weekend and everything is utter chaos--and then when the weekend is over, everything's been reset to how it used to be.