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pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2025-09-20 10:27 am
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September Event - Guest Appearances

GUEST APPEARANCES
Ignition
September 20th is the Autumnal Equinox. Many places across the world of Concorde celebrate the first day of fall. While various nations and regions have their own cultural practices surrounding it, nature is god everywhere. And so the inception of Mother Autumn’s domain is universally recognized, even if the names change from place to place. But on a little island named Marrow, in a little town called Pumpkin Hollow, there is another reason to celebrate.

The birth of Dahlia Leeds is not so important an event that it supersedes Celestine herself, and neither Dahlia nor anyone in town is foolhardy enough to claim as much. In fact, after the events on this very same day last year, one might argue that perhaps her birth at least started out as a bad thing. But she is certainly the wealthiest person in town. It is through the combination of substantial wealth and a generous heart, two things that are very seldom found in the same place, that we end up with a soiree where the birthday girl would rather spoil everyone else on her day than herself.

The doors to Leeds Estate, which presides proudly over the town upon its throne at the crest of Founder’s Hill, are flung wide open. Large sums of Brass are paid to caterers, florists, and seamstresses to make sure this place is decorated to the nines. Some businesses labor all year, just to prepare for the handsome payoff they’ll get from this event alone. And you, dear neighbor, are invited. Not only are you invited, but you are dressed for the event in whatever your heart desires, completely at the birthday girl’s expense. Dahlia ensures no cost nor conflict stands in between anyone in town and a much-needed break. She is determined for this birthday of hers to be a good night.

Or else.
Incipience
{ The timeframe between ignition and the peak of burning, where a small, contained fire spreads and grows gradually into an established flame. All it takes is a spark. } The whole town is abuzz as preparations for the gala begin. From the moment people begin to wake up for the day, the air throughout Pumpkin Hollow just feels electric with excitement. After August, people have been needing this lift in morale, and after how last year’s gala went… well, there’s a lot riding on this one. And Dahlia seems much more in control now.

Speaking of being in control, the whole lead-up process has been incredibly organized. You wake up to a delivery--- your outfit, perfectly tailored and completely paid for. Accessories are included. She truly thought of everything.

It’s noteworthy that Dahlia’s invitations this time included another name beneath her own. “Suzanne Marie Dyneax,” it said. Most people don’t know the name, but gossip gets around in a small town like this. It’s not hard to pick up on the fact that this probably refers to Susie, one of the teenagers that Dahlia recently moved into her home, whose own birthday was ruined by Seemingly’s attack. Gift baskets have been delivered to others whose days were in proximity to the disaster--- Zivia, Capochin, even CT. Wine, fruit, and sweets, along with a birthday card. Dahlia has said in the past, “my birthday is your birthday,” but never has that felt more true.

With businesses mostly closed for the celebration, you are left with the majority of the day to prepare in relative peace. For many of the women in Dahlia’s inner circle, there is even a pre-party group dressing room set up on the third floor of her home. Only those who received her special invitation (Susie, Noelle, Fever, Cassandra, Anya, Alice, Patty, Melanie, Basira, Elsie) are permitted to join, but any friends or partners are gladly invited to wait at the bottom of the stairs for the girls to make their grand entrance.

The food is laid out, flowers placed, dresses laced and buttoned. The clock strikes 6pm, and the fun begins.

FLASHOVER
{ The moment when a blaze reaches its maximum size and heat, and the radiant heat in the space is such that all combustible materials ignite at once, allowing the flame to steadily and freely burn for the rest of the night. } By the time it reaches 6:15, the ballroom is already flooded with eager dancers and hungry dinner guests. After all, the whole town is invited, and everyone’s excited to see Dahlia’s beautiful new ballroom and take a load off.

The music is elegant, played by a rotating cast of musicians who join the party when their act is over. The food is extravagant--- Dahlia and two of her partners are some of the biggest foodies in town, so this is expected. There is talking and laughing and the swirling of ballgowns, and all is well.

But there is a guest you do not recognize in the corner of the ballroom. An older man with white hair, strong features, and a dour expression. You can see Dahlia eyeing him, then flitting over to him, then talking to him. Her expression shifts from anxious, to annoyed, to resigned, before at last she sighs heavily and leaves him to it. Whatever it is that’s going on, clearly it’s something Dahlia is willing to begrudgingly tolerate in order to get back to having fun.

The reason for the disturbance becomes clear in short order, but by the grace of Celestine (and perhaps Eligos), it isn’t a reality bending nightmare or an attack by some monstrous beings. It is simply more guests.

A lot more, in fact.

Those who were on the island in September of the previous year will recall the Visitor’s Center, which appeared briefly just past the beach and served as temporary living and meeting quarters for visitors from the homeworlds of current residents. It would seem that this is a repeat incident. For the night of the gala, one to two “plus ones” have been invited for the vast majority of offworld residents. Most of them are friends or family who are happy to see their guests--- but this is ultimately a working of Eligos, so naturally, this is not always the case.

At the very least, Eligos seems to have been generous with his own granddaughter. As she turns away from him, she very nearly runs into someone much shorter than her. A dark haired human man with dwarfism. He laughs at the accident, grinning up at her as she stares back at him, utterly baffled. Then, petticoats billowing out, Dahlia sinks to the floor and embraces him as tight as she can, head pressed to his chest with little regard for her carefully-styled hair. Even those across the room can hear her shout his name. ”Jonah!”

Within the hour, the ballroom is packed with nearly double the people originally expected, turning the party livelier than it’s ever been. Tearful reunions, laughter, dancing, mischief, romance, sparring, cruelty, and even proper, righteous violence. Truly, this Leeds Gala will be one for the books!

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[ OOC reminders: each apped-in player character is entitled to one or two guests from their homeworld. This can be former selves, family, friends, enemies, and they do not have to be from the character’s exact canonpoint. They can be from the past or the future. You may play them yourself, ask another member player to do it, or recruit a non-member player to do so with moderator approval. Non-member players are permitted to join the Discord server while they’re active in this event! Threads you write for your own guests are eligible for AC for the character they’re there with, and threads you write for someone else’s guest can be used on the AC of a character of your choice. Just make sure to mark them as guest threads. After the gala, guests will be allowed to move freely about town, stay the night on Saturday and go home Sunday, or leave right after the gala if preferred. And last but not least, characters played in the gala can be apped directly from this event, rather than going through the normal arrival process. Let a mod know if you have questions, and have fun! ]

Smoldering
{ The decay of a flame as available heat, oxygen, and burning material gradually diminish. Eventually, the flames will recede entirely into glowing embers, glittering like orange starlight amid the ashes of what once was. } The party rages well into the night. It’s not typical for residents of Pumpkin Hollow to stay out this late, with everything around here that goes bump in the night, but eventually party-goers begin to find their way out. They move in small groups, huddled around lanterns, may they ever stay lit. Perhaps the surprising bit is that their guests can go with them. There are even reservations made for board overnight at the Oak & Iron, all under the name “E. Rex”.

But alas, these reservations are only booked for one night. And by the time the sun begins to set on the darker half of the year for the first time, an unfamiliar black boat is moored at Jack's Marina. One that the guests will recognize as the vessel on which they arrived. They must leave by the time it becomes dark.

Or must they? Perhaps for a select few, they will fail to feel the call which draws them home. It is unclear why. There are many that Mortanne would have allowed residency for, if she could. But for some reason, all but a small few feel the pull. Perhaps Eligos has simply abandoned them here. (Or maybe none at all end up marooned and everyone goes home? That all depends on you, dear reader.)

When the sky goes dark, the aptly named Heavy Heart shoves off, with only her crimson sails hanging suspended seemingly in midair in the moonlight. The black ship is otherwise consumed by the night. And soon, even those flashes of red vanish into the distance.

Moments recede into memories, like a dying fire settles gently into glowing embers at the bottom of a hearth. The festivities are over, and the guests are gone. Life in Pumpkin Hollow resumes as before. But maybe just a little warmer and brighter.

“My birthday is your birthday,” as Dahlia often says.

Happy birthday.

References to the appearance of Leeds Estate can be found here!
thethirteenthchild: (happy: conspiratorial)

Dahlia's Drive-Thru

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2025-09-20 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Want to just do a quick drive-by or a super short “happy birthday” thread? For the first half hour or so of the gala, Dahlia can be found in the entry foyer, directing traffic toward the ballroom and greeting guests. She has insisted she doesn’t need presents, but if you brought one, she won’t turn you down. (Though she has strongly encouraged gifts for the other birthday girl, Susie.)
thethirteenthchild: (neutral: poised)

Dahlia Leeds | NPC

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2025-09-20 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
-Girls’ Night-

There is a unique intimacy between two women (or any kind of people, really, but perhaps especially for femme-presenting people) who lace or button each other’s clothing, do each other’s makeup, brush each other’s hair. It doesn’t have to be romantic--- in fact, many people find it to be a particularly potent gesture of platonic or familial affection. Dahlia in particular treasures such moments.

The vast majority of women invited are Dahlia’s inner circle. Her dearest friends, her metamour, and the favored of her domain. She’s admittedly less personally close with Cassandra and Noelle, but with Noelle newly moved into her home and Cassandra’s commitment to getting to know her, Dahlia invites them both as a show of good faith. A chance to get closer. Dahlia’s partner Daisy, hilariously, is banished. But this is in service to her getting to see Dahlia and Basira emerge from the dressing room looking stunning. She will appreciate it later.

The dressing room itself is bustling with activity, though at a somewhat leisurely pace. Plates of little snacks--- things that are small, easy to eat, and crucially not messy--- and little flutes of champagne and cider are placed off to the side for the girls’ enjoyment. (The teenagers can have a little champagne, Dahlia won’t tell.) Several vanities, as well as just desks with mirrors above them, have been set up around the room.

In good spirits, Dahlia tries to touch base with as many people as she can.

“Want me to brush your hair back?”

“I can pin that for you, if you’d like.”

“Need someone to lace up your corset? Those fancy back-lacing ones usually need it.”

“Do you mind buttoning this for me?”

“Shall we take a snack break?”


-Good Times, and a Complete Lack of Patience with Anyone Who Might Derail Them-

Once the party starts in earnest, Dahlia’s good spirits largely return, despite her grandfather’s interruptions. After all, her brother is here!

Dahlia takes dinner at her head table at the front of the room, with close friends and found family. And, for one night, blood family as well. Party preparations are hungry work, so she plows through two plates of dinner and a few glasses of red wine she does not bother to count. She is just a little bit tipsy by the time she hits the dance floor, but seems otherwise fine. Just incandescently happy.

Feel free to find Dahlia on the dance floor, at the snack table, getting some night air in her stunning garden on the side yard, or plopping down to join you at your table during a break. She’ll be delighted to catch up with you.

Unless, of course, you are one of the few unwelcome guests that her grandfather brought along, or someone else who is inciting drama at Dahlia’s birthday party. Then, you are an intrusion. For the most part, Dahlia will do her best to ignore such individuals, with little more than a side-eye. And anyone who approaches her will be treated politely until they give her a reason not to. So you’d best not give her a reason not to. Just because she is wearing a ballgown doesn’t mean there are any fewer knives on her person than usual.

-Family Matters-

Also available for conversation are Dahlia’s family members in attendance.

Jonah Leeds, second-youngest Leeds sibling and Dahlia’s closest childhood friend, is a social butterfly. Like Dahlia, he is a voracious snacker and can put away a fair bit of red wine, so he can often be found at the snack table. But he’s also drifting around the house, making friends and acting just as much the host as Dahlia herself. It is, after all, his home too.

“How’s the party treating you?” Jonah asks jovially.

At a table in the corner sits Eligos. He continues to wear a human form throughout the night, trying not to cause too much disturbance and wishing mostly to watch. But his energy and his eyes are unmistakable. Those who have dealt with him before will probably recognize him, and even those who have not may be able to guess at what he is.

He won’t approach you. He doesn’t need to.

“Good evening,” he says when you join him at his table. “Is there something I can help you with?”
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Re: Fit Check

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2025-09-20 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Here's a link to literally all of mine, with names for reference! Includes Patty and Susie also since I helped shop for them. <3 They're in alphabetical order.
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mr. tenna || deltarune

[personal profile] montyhall 2025-09-20 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
  lord of screens

Ever since he first found himself in this world — heck, arguably since even the few moments immediately prior to that event — Tenna's time here can best be described as an almost constant whirlwind of confusion and fear, with just a scant few moments of reprieve to be found here and there. From having his entire world virtually falling down around him, everything he ever worked for and everyone he ever cared about slipping just out of reach, to ending up in a place where he was not, in fact, the biggest deal around; deprived of authority, of recognition, of virtually anything that made him feel comfortably at home; suffering conditions that no television of his age should ever be forced to endure, between the heat and the wind and the driving rains that threatened to take his life, not to mention the frost that actually succeeded at that...

It's good that, at the very least, he's managed to reunite with the closest thing to family he's ever had; it's good, isn't it, that this little family seems to be growing further still. But none of that changes the long, long weeks he's spent so far feeling totally powerless in his circumstances, caught up in the jaws of fate and subject entirely to the whims of forces beyond his control.

Tonight, however, is a bit of a different story. At this gala, and for what is almost certainly the first time ever since he first landed on this miserable island, Tenna is completely and utterly within his element.

Part of it is perhaps that he's now living here at the Leeds Estate, which gives him a slight (yet somehow also overblown) sense of ownership over the whole thing, affording him an unshakeable air of confidence as he breezes his way through the ballroom like it was his very own green room, mingles with crowds both large and small and even cuts into a few conversations here and there where he hasn't already been explicitly invited to take part. Another part of it is, assuredly, the new fit which has him feeling more like himself than anything else so far: the garish red tailcoat that catches the light, the waistcoat in canary yellow brocade, bright brass buttons and buckles and embroidery in gold... All put together, with all seven-and-some feet of the rest of him (not including the antennae), it's. A lot, to say the least. But it brings him exactly the sort of attention he thrives on, the exact sort of attention he's been craving in this world, and now that he's finally getting a taste of it, he'll be damned if he's letting it slip away from him anytime soon.

Which is all to say that, as the evening wears on, Tenna can be found in invariably high spirits, regardless of where he is or what he might be doing. Perhaps he's found someone all by their lonesome and invited them to dance, because this is a party, didn't you hear!! Or maybe it's at this precise moment he's found a small crowd to entertain with some of the worst jokes imaginable, but no matter how bad they are it sounds like somebody's laughing anyway, whether that sound is coming from Tenna himself or from somewhere unseen, perfectly wihin earshot but just as perfectly out of view... That's probably nothing to worry about, right? Tenna sure seems to think so!


  — ... mike ??? —

Elsewhere at the gala, there is...a cat?

Yes, that is definitely a person-sized cat, and not at all someone in a person-sized cat costume, with inexplicably pink-and-yellow eyes and equally inexplicable microphone windscreens in place of all four paws. He slips in and out of the crowd with surprising ease — or maybe it's just that nobody thinks to stop and question him because, well, look at him, look at that big red bow, clearly he is being very polite — and seems to be especially (if quietly) interested in the live music being played, showing up at each rotation to dance his tail off to the new repertoire.

That being said, do take care not to startle the poor guy; it would seem he's a bit skittish when it comes to unexpected attention, and he may or may not be slacking off on a laundry list of responsibilities to a certain big TV-headed guy who is also in the room.
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Mettaton | Undertale

[personal profile] aghostinthemachine 2025-09-20 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The Party ]

After the past month, a fun celebration is more than welcome and very much needed, in Mettaton's opinion. Despite his hardy nature in his Box Form, dealing with the different weather ailments had been difficult for him (was his supposed death the cause of him no longer being indestructible?) but he did his utmost to help Melaine and Phil keep the citizens of Pumpkin Hollow well informed of everything. He was fairly certain his body was still a bit waterlogged from the flood. What a pain. But! It was well worth the trouble, as it was for a noble cause. And he found it nice... to help others out.

Now, being gifted with an absolutely gorgeous black sequin suit though, along with an invitation to a big party? It brought a tear to his eye. It was perfect. The glambot wasn't sure who 'Suzanne' was but was grateful to them nonetheless. (There's a Susie... Hmm. Nah, couldn't be, right?)

And so, Mettaton arrives at the Leeds Estate right on time, dressed in his gifted suit and matching black high-heeled boots, ready to let loose and have some fun.


[ Cousins Galore ]

When the influx of guests arrive, the glambot watches curiously. More people? This isn't everyone in the town? Goodness, there's so many...!

It isn't until he catches a glimpse of a certain familiar shape that he begins to push past everyone (very thankful for being as tall as he is) and calls out to the being. If it's who he thinks it is, they're likely very overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people and he needs to get to them ASAP.

"Blooky!"

After a joyful reunion and the two wandering off to get away from some of the noise so Napstablook can calm their nerves, the cousins eventually return to the party.

... A giant robot and an equally large ghost in a top hat, who appears somewhat uncomfortable and keeps looking at the ground. It's quite the sight to see. But Mettaton's practically beaming. There will be moments when you can catch the ghost by themself but generally their corporeal cousin is standing close by.
early_to_rise: A Lethal Company character in a fluorescent yellow-green hazmat suit, plague doctor mask on the front of the helmet, and top hat, pointing from her eyes to something offscreen. (Default)

Lime (Purple's friend from work)

[personal profile] early_to_rise 2025-09-20 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A fluorescent yellow-green dress with poofy sleeves and black tree-branch-like trimA vivid yellow-green poofy-sleeved dress trimmed with black tree-branch-like designs on the skirt, worn with black lace opera gloves, a top hat, and black boots with fancy decorations but practical non-heeled soles.
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Melanie King | TMA

[personal profile] ghostbullet 2025-09-21 12:30 am (UTC)(link)

After everything that had already happened to her back home, Melanie didn't think there were a lot of things that could truly exhaust her—the last month, however, not only put that assumption to the test but ground it into a fine paste. A straight month on air, constantly adjusting to the latest disaster... even a good fortnight out, she still feels like she could sleep for a week just thinking about it.

So, yeah, a nice night out has never been more in order.

Girl's night is first on the cards, of course, after a pleasant walk with Anya from their places up to the estate. Her outfit is the most complicated thing she's worn in a hot minute (since, you know, she lost her eyes) and she could not be more grateful for the help with the fiddlier fastenings. She is, however, not much use to anyone else in that arena, which results in her mostly sitting by with a glass of cider providing colour commentary.

This is, again, accentuated by the fact she can't actually commentate on anything visual, so expect dry humour about how lovely that puce colour looks on you, or comments on how many skirt layers she can hear bustling about, and once a joke about how it's a good thing her girlfriend's not here to see her 'wandering eyes' (this will come back to her later in a fit of laughter).

During the party itself, her general intention is to spend time with some friends, drink plenty and eat plenty. And for stretches throughout the evening, that's where you can find her—asking for working eyes to tell her what food's available, or to give her a refill, or just asking folks how they're doing, so on, so forth.

Except when she's with her guest.

Melanie doesn't actually know exactly what's going on, at first, when the chatter kicks up. She can't see Dahlia talking to the strange man, or the guests starting to arrive, she can only hear people start commenting on it. Guests? What guests? What's going on?

(Those she talks to any time after she gets clued in first-hand may notice that she's looking happier than she has in... like, ever, actually.)

Edited 2025-09-21 00:32 (UTC)
huntingtruths: (Default)

Samamamama

[personal profile] huntingtruths 2025-09-21 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sam's in his usual green suit but this time it actually matches pretty closely to a certain other Protocol character.
not_the_last: (Default)

[personal profile] not_the_last 2025-09-21 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra will be wearing this gown, accented with this brooch that she found in exploring the shipwreck back in July.
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Samama Khalid | Magnus Protocol

[personal profile] huntingtruths 2025-09-21 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Party Time

The last time Sam came to one of these parties he ended up huddled in a corner reliving his worst nightmare. The very next time he ended up waking up after having a night he should probably regret(but doesn't) with his ex.

Here is hoping that tonight will be different.

Better even. Both for his sake and even more so for the birthday lady herself.

He's dressed up in rather sharp three piece green suit and currently is standing with a hand in one pocket while the other holds a champagin flute. At least right now the whole affair seems nice. Sure he's the usual wall flower but he is trying to at least look approachable.


Avoiding Her Gaze

At least he had been trying to stay social for most of the night. Then the surprises guests showed up. Then he saw her. Celia was there an Sam didn't know what to do. He wanted to confront her, to angrily walk up and demand answers. Instead he didn't want to cause a scene so now he was hiding where ever he could.

Big fancy vase? Probably behind it. He's scrawny enough.

Maybe even tucked somewhat behind a person. Are you that person? Sorry you have a dodgy, short, scrawny, nerd seemingly putting you between himself and someone in the crowd.
duaprima: (pb; averting gaze)

Celia Ripley | The Magnus Protocol | Guest for Samama Khalid

[personal profile] duaprima 2025-09-21 02:13 am (UTC)(link)

The tall, dark-haired woman in the dark green suit that looks like she hasn't slept in a week is a familiar face to a number of the more permanent residents of Pumpkin Hollow and some of the other guests besides. More of them than she'd like, quite frankly! Bad enough that she knows Sam and Alice are here, worse that she's spotted a Georgie (which Georgie, Babysitter Georgie, or the Fearless One?), Melanie and Gwen—hell, even the Archivist and his boyfriend. There are few places she wouldn't rather be right now than here, in yet another universe, facing down the reality of her secrets coming undone.

The only thing keeping her from unravelling entirely is Jack.

The one-year-old isn't on her all the time; mostly, he's with the other youngest kids in a special area just for them, but Celia spends a lot of time there. Everything she's done has been for his sake, and remembering that helps.

To anyone who she doesn't know that might talk to her, she's a little jittery but otherwise perfectly personable. Commenting on what a fancy party this is, nothing like she ever remembers going to ('remembers' being rather a key word, actually). Eating finger foods and drinking just on the side of too little to actually get her tipsy, even if it's tempting.

Either way. This is going to be a long night.

huntingtruths: (006)

[personal profile] huntingtruths 2025-09-21 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Sam a lot longer than he'd like to admit before he finally has gathered up enough liquid courage to walk up to Celia. He has another drink in his hand, this time something harder than champagne. He doesn't even know how to address her, hell he isn't even completely sure he wants to do it. However once they make eye contact he knows there's no going back.

"Celia." Is all he can get out when he finally get close enough. Face schooled into an expression he hopes is neutral.

It is unfortunately too cold to be his normal 'neutral' face.
Edited 2025-09-21 02:25 (UTC)
closureisformovies: (animated)

party time

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2025-09-21 02:39 am (UTC)(link)

Alice is... actually feeling pretty good, right now, all things told. Unlike last year, where the run up to the gala was spent in a haze of nervous jittering, guilty thoughts and self-hatred, this time she's— cautiously excited. Last month sucked, big time, but it's over now and she's never been more ready to just relax. Have fun.

(Girl's night really helped set the tone. Getting all dressed up in her new dress and her hair put up nice in a fancy bun with help from the others, plus some hyping up (this may have involved comments along the lines of IF HE DOESN'T WANT YOU HE'S STUPID from Fever, made whilst she sat around half-dressed and drinking champagne—real drunk supportive girl in the bathrooms energy, thanks Fever) really boosts her confidence.)

The appearance of some of the guests throws something of a wrench in things but you know what? Fuck 'em she's not letting the (incoming) (inevitable) drama ruin tonight. Not a chance.

So determined to make this reality, she walks right up to Sam without so much as a minor anxiety spiral and grins, asking, "So? What do you think? As jaw-dropping as last year?"

duaprima: (pb; quiet)

[personal profile] duaprima 2025-09-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)

God, his face. Has she ever seen him look like that at anyone? Sure, she's seen him... frustrated, with Alice, exhausted with her even, but this is something else. Colder.

"...Sam," she says, her own voice tight. Maybe she should've drank more, but—god, no, she still has to be clear-headed for Jack. "You... You look well."

(Skin and bones, that's what the portal does to you. Part of her expected him to still look that way. She wonders if the fact he looks just fine was this place or... something else.)

closureisformovies: (entertained)

girl's night

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2025-09-21 03:05 am (UTC)(link)

You know how long it's been since Alice did anything like this? Trick question, she doesn't know either—probably it was university? Maybe? Uni friends, her first real taste of having girl-friends as a girl. Anyway, that was a long time and many shitty exes and bad decisions on nights out ago.

She's still kind of, maybe, a little bit, nervous when she turns up—she doesn't know most of the other girls but Fever's here and Dahlia's cool and the lady from the radio's always been chill, so she starts to settle pretty quick.

"D'you think the pink's gonna— I dunno, be too clashy?" she says, whilst plucking at the dyed part of her hair that runs from the fresher pink to the still slightly-teal tips from the dye job before it. "I mean, not that I can do anything about it now, mind you, but..."

montyhall: (📺 wake myself)

[personal profile] montyhall 2025-09-21 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
also linked in his top-level, but heeeeeere is Tenna's (extremely loud) gala fit!! yes the heels were absolutely necessary don't worry about it
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Sorceress

[personal profile] bedknobsandbroomsticks 2025-09-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sorceress will be rocking her favorite classy magenta dress and jewelry! Please enjoy the view and jiggle physiques.
aghostinthemachine: (★ I'm getting out)

Mettaton

[personal profile] aghostinthemachine 2025-09-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Linked in his top-level but Mettaton's rocking a stylish black, completely sequin two-piece suit. With his trademark cartoony gloves and a pair of black high-heeled boots.

Because you needed both Mettaton and Tenna being even taller than they already are.
aghostinthemachine: (★ So much larger than life)

Lord of Screens~

[personal profile] aghostinthemachine 2025-09-21 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
While Mettaton had been fairly busy the last month, he'd at least made sure to check in from time to time while Tenna was still staying at the Oak and Iron. It was strange... He saw a bit of himself in the other entertainer. Both thrust into a strange world, having to start all over again, their confidence wavering despite both trying to keep their masks on for appearances... but thankfully the TV host had some people from his world to bounce off of. Their weird... somewhat connected worlds.

Getting to see the guy shine thouh, oozing confidence and dressed to the nines was a very welcome sight. The glambot waves a hand excitedly as he approaches his fellow... robot? Monster? Whatever he is. Mettaton is practically bounces on his heels over to him.

"Tenna, darling~ It's so good to see you again!"
aghostinthemachine: (★ But not me)

[personal profile] aghostinthemachine 2025-09-21 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
A little while before the guests are announced, Mettaton approaches Melanie, making sure she can hear the familiar click of his heeled boots as he's shifted between both forms around her by this point at the station. Whether it's the ridiculous unicycle-sounding wheel or his heels, he has a very distinct walk cycle.

"I hope you've been enjoying yourself this evening, Miss Melanie," he says with a smile in his voice.

... The glambot has an idea. It's a bit silly and perhaps pushing some boundaries but... it's worth a shot. Everyone deserves to have fun at a party, after all.
Edited 2025-09-21 04:24 (UTC)
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MIKE HUNT

[personal profile] heartofadreemurr 2025-09-21 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
On every level except physical, Kris is a wolf puppy. They've been known on occasion to display some dog-like behaviors (case in point: howling, looking pathetic in order to be given treats, etc.) which has led to running inside jokes about them being a dog. Jokes that they are more than happy to indulge, as they are hilarious.

So perhaps it is only natural that when they spot Pluey, they freeze, stare at him, and then stance as if him like they mean to run at him. Must chase kitty.
montyhall: (📺 and i know that you know)

[personal profile] montyhall 2025-09-21 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
" Mettaton!! "

Here's hoping he was prepared for Tenna to fully pick him up by the waist — perhaps not with the same ease as he would with anyone not made of metal, but certainly with every bit of enthusiasm and more — and do a twirl before setting him back down on the ground.

"And might I add that it is wonderful to be seeing you as well, my glamorous man!!" His words are punctuated by a curious musical sting, just four notes in all...wait, did that even come from Tenna's speakers? Where DID that sound come from? In any event, Tenna himself either doesn't notice or doesn't see any need to question it, because he's barreling right on: "Oh, and don't think I missed the announcement in the Gazette!! I think some congratulations are in order, haha!!"
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[personal profile] montyhall 2025-09-21 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a moment, however brief, when Pluey locks eyes with Kris and thinks that he might be in for a good time. One of the Lightners from Castle Town!! How fun!! Maybe there's no infrastructure here to play any games like back in the Mike Room, but—

The moment passes. This cat knows that look when he sees it. Uh oh.

And, because he is definitely a cat and not just some guy in a cat costume, Pluey has no difficulty dropping to all four windscreen-paws and making a break for the nearest gap in the crowd. Cheese it!!