OCTOBER MINGLE

[etrayamods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: October 25th - Early November
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, and some holiday fun!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Supernatural elements, temporary physical alterations, mild horror and jump scares, spooky scary skeleton robots, mild suggestion of compulsion or loss of control, mild body horror.

⏵ arrival ⏴ Welcome to Etraya! Everything is fine now. 😊 Arrival goes expected - or it does for the most part. Aurora greets newcomers in the hospital as they awaken, offers a brief explanation and gives them their earpiece so they can communicate with one another. Around the hospital and outside of it, Companion Bots are hard at work decorating the city for Halloween—complete with festive touches like pumpkins, cobwebs, and glowing ghost decorations. The atmosphere is fun, light-hearted, and maybe just a little spooky. 🎃👻 Some carry buckets of candy, and offer those they come across a trick or treat. Except both options are, in fact, treats. 🍬 Tricks are treats specifically wrapped in a green wrapper that very clearly declares that they are tricks. Treats are wrapped in orange, and labeled with treat! Companion bots will recommend that those who do want to take a trick take them when they're beside their friends. There won't be any permanent effects from these, nor will they be terrible tricks - just fun ones! All effects last roughly 24 hours. Giggle Drops cause uncontrollable giggling that bubbles up randomly, even during serious conversations. Beasty Bites cause characters to grow small fangs, and they will begin craving red foods - apples, cherries, etc. Bat Gummies cause small, bat-like shadows to follow characters around wherever they wander. These shadows are harmless, and super cute. Pumpkin Puff is a cotton-candy-like treat, that causes their voices to change dramatically. Either becoming significantly deeper or perhaps very high-pitched, as if they've recently inhaled helium. Floating Fudge gives characters the ability to float in the air! Just a few feet off the ground, but it's still fun. Right? ⏵ getting spooky! ⏴ Etraya is embracing the season - and maybe even going a little overboard. Around the hospital, a few small pop-up shops are manned by festively dressed companion bots. They offer samples to everyone - although sampling isn't really necessary. After all, everything here is free! Candy Shops: Perfect for stocking up on sweets and treats for the upcoming trick-or-treating event. These will not stock the tricks the companion bots offer around Etraya, but instead only carry harmless sweets. They do take custom requests, too, and are happy to create the treats others want! Costume Shops: Find the perfect costume for Halloween! But beware... rumor has it, if you wear a costume, you might become whatever you dressed up as for a few hours. Those who put on vampire costumes may find themselves suddenly craving blood and growing fangs - those with werewolf costumes may find themselves feeling a little wolfish. These effects may last a few hours, up to a few days. ⏵ masquerade ⏴ In the spirit of mystery, Etraya will be hosting a Masquerade Ball outside the hospital through the nights of October 26th and 27th. Dance anonymously with other attendees and make new friends under the cover of your disguise. Everyone receives a single rose they can exchange with someone else throughout the evening. At the stroke of midnight, the roses will reveal the true identities of your masked dance partners. 🌹 ⏵ all hallow's eve ⏴ On October 31st, multiple companion bots set up shop along one of the walkways through the larger island towards the center. With chairs and small booths set up, they offer candies out to trick-or-treaters who wander around through the first part of the night. Some of them will request trick-or-treaters to do a trick for them, to earn a bigger treat! They may ask characters to dance, sing, or show a talent unique to them. Can your character bend themselves into a pretzel? They want to see it, and will offer them a nice bracelet in exchange! Can they whistle super loud? Maybe they'll get a nice piece of kevlar armor after showing off. This can be anything within reason - bike parts, small weaponry, armor pieces, toys, canvases for painting. Please request these items HERE. Not everything is as light-hearted as it seems, however. Aurora issues a warning to the citizens of Etraya: Do not stay outside after midnight. Strange happenings have been reported, and those who disobey may start seeing visions of past loved ones. The visions are compelling—guiding people away from the safety of the buildings and into the mysterious mist surrounding the outskirts. But be careful, these spirits may not be as friendly as they seem. If you come into contact with these ghosts, you’ll feel a chilling cold, leading to hypothermia-like symptoms. The longer you’re exposed, the worse it gets. Treatment? You’ll need to be warmed up quickly. ⏵ skellys! ⏴ The Companion Bots wanted to join in on the fun, so they painted themselves with glow-in-the-dark paint to look like skeletons. But in the dead of night, for those already suffering from the chilling touch of the ghosts, seeing glowing skeletons approach from the darkness might not be the most comforting sight. 🤖💀 Stay safe, warm up, and enjoy the festivities! ⏵ NOTES ⏴ For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Comments

Costume Shop

[mostdangerousbird]

The companion bots don't do anything by accident. There's no such thing as coincidence when the entirety of Etraya is under the control of an AI and her minions. When the shops pop up around the hospital, well, Tim takes inventory.

Metaphorically, at least. He's not helping himself to any of the costumes, but he is swiping through the racks, metal hangers scraping along hurriedly. It's a pretty tame collection, very Spirit Halloween, and nothing that ramps up the worry of what is Aurora up to now?

(Aside from Halloween being perhaps the worst holiday for the AI to celebrate.)

When the well-dressed man starts commenting on capes though, he kinda can't resist chiming in. There's not many people in the shop, and the statement seems to be addressed at everyone and no one.

(And someone has to defend capes.)

Besides, if the guy is genuinely talking to himself, Tim would like to know more about mental state. They're all trapped here together. "More like Ancient Roman, and they're having a renaissance. I think you can blame Superman for that."

[redheadedstepdad]

Shanks will be playing the harmonica one-handed REALLY BADLY and would like some sake. In a flask if possible because he is a barbarian.

Spooky Time

[redheadedstepdad]

The festivities are a nice change of pace in comparison to the monsters and blood a couple of weeks back, so Shanks is more or less embracing the whole thing; he even stole a plastic skeleton's arm and taped to his shoulder; it's the kind of stupid joke his crew would love.

He's wandering around the town, considering a proper costume when he spots the boy, or more accurately his hat, and for the first time since his arrival, he considers that the whole spiel about multiple universes has to be true; there's no question about that being Luffy but there's also no question that's not the same Luffy he knows.

"Just arrived?"

He hasn't met all that many people, for all he knows Luffy's been here for months and they simply hadn't run into each other yet.

[abstractly]

i was curious, if you put a halloween outfit on a mannequin can they come alive and be the spook?

6 | Reverse: 1999

[balanced]

1. Clever, Cunning, and Experienced Burglars.

[ the birds have never been too polite around 6. at least, the seagulls haven't, and where better for a flock of seagulls to dwell than etraya? 6 isn't today's victim, however. the seagulls today have their eyes on something else — whether it's a button, a hair clip, or even a prop from your costume, something you have on you is shining, but not for long, because...

yoink.

after some hemming and hawing in your general vicinity, one of the seagulls will finally be brave enough to snatch it right away from you. they don't go too far with it though. follow them a short while, and they'll drop it soon enough — right on one particular individual's head.

whatever it is, 6 looks rather confused as he looks down at it on the ground. ]

2. Getting... Spooky?

+ Optional 37, let me know if you'd like her or just 6! / CW: (supervised!!!) underage drinking.

[ to the best of 6's knowledge, halloween is an occasion not distant from anthesteria in their own world. while the traditions themselves were different, it was a time where the borders between worlds became thin, and spirits could roam the earth — and supposedly, here, costumes are worn to celebrate and welcome them. naturally, 37's suggestion that they should carry out their own traditions for the festival makes sense.

together, they find a picnic table and begin to set up, laying out a blanket over top of it, wine glasses, and a few bottles of it to share. some candies shared by the companion bots are also scattered across the table, as well as some flowers they had found earlier, and 37 has busied herself with arranging them — moving the objects into a pattern of mathematical beauty with 6 as her assistant.

she seems very intent on what she's working on — or maybe she's gone off to find more wine to perfect her shape. what matters is that 6 still needs some help, and if you happen to be the passerby moving past their setup, he'll be looking your way when he makes his request with a gesture to a wine bottle near their feet: ]

Excuse me. Would you please pass it over?

[ he's currently trying to hold his current decorations in place until he can lean them up against it. ]

3. Masquerade

[ a masquerade ball is a foreign concept to 6, and the style of dance seems different from most of that which they practice on apeiron, but with the assistance of some companion bots who explain the event to him, he's able to find appropriate dress for the occasion. he cleans up well enough. His style of dress is more modern, wrapped in a black coat with his hair held in a loose ponytail by a thin silver clasp, resting over his shoulder. His mask is an elegant black piece that covers both of his eyes, feathers spilling out from one side in the place where it hooks behind his ear.

as uncomfortable as the shoes may feel, and no matter how the feathers may tickle the tip of his ear to the point of itchiness, it isn't the dressing up that's the difficult part here. he loses 37 early into the event. like a skittish cat, he seems to gravitate to the edges of the room, idling at the side of the dance floor without ever daring to make eye contact with those who make their way by.

unfortunately, he can only avoid socialization for so long. before the first hour of his time at the event has passed, one of the companion bot "hosts" has managed to get hold of him, insistently bringing him all the way over to greet you. it's all he can do to attempt to salvage some dignity in a situation like this. ]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with this style of dance...

4. Wildcard

[ feel free to drop in for a prompt that's not included here, or shoot me a message if you'd like something custom! i'm flexible. ]

37 | reverse: 1999

[abstractly]

getting spooky.

a | candy shop:

( custom made treats sounds pretty nice, especially if they're willing to make it how she wants. first, she asks for the numbers 1 through 10 to be made with a crunchy center, and a chocolate-y outside, but she wants the crunch to taste either like: olives, grapes, figs, rotten egg and some may or may not contain the candy that the companion bots were offering with the weird side effects. watching them fix these right before her makes 37's eyes widen with interest. how are they able to do such a thing with ease?

once they're done, she'll be offered an entire bag filled with numbers wrapped in plastic, and an orange ribbon to tie it all together. that isn't all, she has to sit down at a table and start ripping off small slips of paper to write on. whatever she writes inside of them, she then folds so the contents can't be seen, and she writes a number on the outside so she knows which to choose from for herself. )

All done.

( with various numbered treats in her possession, she wastes no time in walking up to someone and holding the bag out to them. )

I was told this is how a person is to play "trick of treat"? You have a choice of a chocolate or a slip of paper, close your eyes and pick one. I wonder what will be your lucky number.

b | costume shop:

( the sizes, the shapes, and even the lengths are what's actually terrifying to 37 as she walks around in the shop confused at what she's looking it. it's all obscene, why is this outfit missing pants, and why does this attire have so many heptagrams, it's abusing how many of that shape there can be. with a frown, she'll leave from out of the forest of clothes to grab the wrist if anyone that passes by— hopefully she didn't startle them, because she's going to try and pull them along. )

You must be having the same trouble that I am, the color to length ratio on these outfits are horrible! Why does this one have wings? It doesn't make any sense! None at all!

( 37 will stop, releasing them from her clutches as she turns around to both proudly and boldly exclaim with hands on her hips. she smiles brightly, still dressed in her own greek robes and her hair just a tad messy with blue pieces sticking out from the side. )

I want to try something else, but I don't have 6 with me. Do you mind standing still? This way, we can make the perfect outfit.

( to give an idea of what she's up to, 37 reaches for a plain onesie that she had found when looking around, and holds it out waiting for the other person to take it. )

masquerade.

( 37 hasn't gotten the memo, or rather, she ditched 6 before she could understand the idea of a masquerade ball, but what she does understand is that there is to be a ball present, and she wants to be there for that. she goes out of her way to appear in search of the highlight of the hour: the ball. what is it's volume, has anyone solved the diameter? oh, maybe someone has the radius all figured out? in all honesty, it sounds exciting, that's why she's putting effort into squeezing between some people to try and find the ball.

sometimes she'll stop to take a look at the person beside her to note both their attire and mask, and she'll frown since many people... many of them are doing this. what point is it to hide one's face when they can solve the circumference and be known for it? )

Where is the ball that was promised?

( she speaks aloud, curious as she walks over to a table that has a glass bowl filled with what looks like black ichor, and other bowls that have candies that was being distributed earlier that she has seen. there's an issue there too, the pattern that they fall on the table is outside the golden ratio, and out of the kindness of her heart will she start moving things around until it's perfect to her mind's eye.

they may lack a ball, but they will not lack the chance to see the fibonacci spiral right before their eyes. )

wildcard.

( have something you want to 37? go wild, anything's free game, i'm open to doing all hallow's eve too if someone wants! i don't mind writing closed posts either, just send me a pm and we can cook something up! if you're interested in both her and 6, you can find the prompt here! )

wanda maximoff | mcu

[wundagores]

arrival

[the motions that put her feet to the floor and eventually take her outside of the hospital are numb. they're numb in a way they've been countless times, in a way that it seems they'll always be; not even bringing down an entire mountain had done anything to change that.

still, though, they — and she — keep going.

but one flicker of something lighter manages to get through: a glimpse of the companion bots attempting halloween decorations. they're working furiously with sincere effort that mostly pays off; they manage to hang cobwebs and pumpkins in mostly appropriate places, and the glowing ghost decorations that accompany them add to the overall atmosphere, even if the lights start to sputter a little.

with some help, she thinks, this could all be even better.

her approach is quiet and her voice isn't insistent when she asks,]

May I?

[after getting what she assumes is an assenting response from the bots, wanda flicks her wrist, the red glow from her fingers straightening some of the cobwebs and turning the pumpkins so they face the correct way. the ghosts, too, now no longer flicker, instead shining a low, soothing, and consistent light on their immediate surroundings.]


masquerade

[if she's going to be here, representing a universe that she owes, the least that she can do, wanda figures, is try. even if the party is the last thing that she feels like attending, she transmutes her clothes into a dress that would be appropriate for an occasion like this, and walks over to join the festivities, accepting the mask and rose that she's given.

from there, though, it's difficult to drum up the will to leave a spot that she's found by the wall. difficult to do anything other than simply watch the proceedings, and, as she does, feel like she's out of step from everyone else, isolated, alone.

when someone approaches, she flashes an attempt at a small, awkward smile that never quite fully forms. says,]

I'm not much for dancing.

[maybe that wouldn't have been true once, but it is now — and that's the only truth that matters.]


all hallow's eve

[when the companion bots ask — politely — for a trick, wanda indulges; like small children, they're hard to say no to. with one flick of a wrist, she conjures some balloons, and while twisting her fingers, she forms them into festive shapes, such as cats and pumpkins, before turning on her heel. they can keep them if they'd like, she tells them, smiling lightly, and she doesn't need anything in return.

no smile of hers is hardly ever more than short-lived now, but when darkness comes, when midnight falls, they couldn't be more distant.

there's a feeling first, cold and unsettling; it moves through her, nearly sending a shiver down her spine before disappearing. she turns her head, and her eyes glimpse a figure moving down the street. the way the figure moves, fast, is as familiar as a flash of white-blonde hair.

it's not real, wanda tells herself as she scrunches her eyes shut; it can't be real. whatever this is, she can't trust it.

she follows the figure into the mist, her magic not doing much to illuminate the way in front of her. when she gets another glimpse, a closer one, she stops, squaring her stance, and gathers more power into her hands, as she calls out:]

Leave this city.

[but that doesn't come as forcefully as she wants; something makes contact with her, then, and the chill that comes doesn't leave this time. her teeth chatter, and her fingers begin to feel numb. the magic begins to flicker and fade.]


wildcard

[have something in mind that these prompts don't cover? would you like a plotted scenario and a custom starter? feel free to hit me up! i'm available via lensflares or pm for anything we'd like to hash out]

Masquerade

[sleepfan]

[ Linhardt detests parties. They're loud, involve dancing (which he has no talent for), and a lot of people usually try to talk to him. The only reason he shows up at all is that the food tends to be a lot better than average, and because he's able to wear a mask to hide his face. Hiding his face means he doesn't have to worry overmuch about his face showing his feelings, and the glass of wine in his hands makes the idea of a stranger talking to him slightly less annoying and frightening.

Still, Linhardt prefers to stick on the edges of the party. If only he could be invisible...how delightful that would be. But being someone of no import is almost as good: Nobody comes to hassle him, and Hevring doesn't exist here so nobody needs anything from him.

He's able to just observe.

In his observations, he sees someone else who isn't partaking in the dancing and revelry. Rather, she's...rearranging things on a table? Linhardt's green eyebrows furrow as he watches; what is she doing? It's out of the ordinary, so it's likely to be far more interesting than what most people are doing.

Wait. He knows that pattern.

The mage approaches the table. Then, he reaches a hand out and starts helping the stranger with their work, diligently arranging the items on the table so that they fall in line with the beauty of sunflowers and seashells, growing in ways secret and unpredictable to those who don't look deeper inside the world and discover their patterns, but clear as day to those who take the time to really look. ]

Much better.

[It is a very satisfying pattern - very aesthetically pleasing.]

[etrayamods]

She will receive a bright lantern that wards away night ghosties.

[etrayamods]

Dazai will obtain his very normal metal file for normal reasons.

[etrayamods]

Two walkie-talkies for John! They can be normal-looking or they can have kawaii kitty designs, up to you.

[etrayamods]

Yes! Adorable ram for Bakugo!

[etrayamods]

Sake in a flask for Shanks!

[etrayamods]

Cloud will get a human dog bed, it is very comfy!

[aimsforknees]

Thank you so much for the incredible idea, they look like this.

[etrayamods]

6 will receive an art set and a sketch pad.

reduce... reuse... recycle...

[balanced]

[ it's not that 6 is particularly suspicious, or doubtful of their situation, but he is curious enough to stay out past midnight. he idles just outside of the apartments, that if there appears to be a real threat, he might go back inside and call it a mystery solved. what he finds rather than a threat, however, is instead an old friend.

of course, this friend has long since left the phenomenal world, but perhaps that's what makes it so compelling for 6 to indulge in such a memory. before he knows it, he's walking alongside the figure in a rare conversation, slowly creeping towards the city's edges as a chill begins to seep underneath his skin. ]

Perhaps you're right, but I owe it to the believers who remain.

[ he's talking rather loud for this time of night — enough for someone nearby to hear as the two continue on their way. ]

[hasitsthorns]

rosie will do a musical performance with solely inanimate objects ala STOMP! she'll be hoping for, in return, an actual musical instrument in the form of a guitar.

[ingestion]

heather will transform into a magical girl via magic tricks because it’s canon in exchange for a heavy duty flashlight.

[fullmeddle]

Ed will perform a transmutation; he'd take requests but maybe make a little figure of a companion bot? He'd like some supplies for automail maintenance, thinks like specialized wrenches, screws/small replacement pieces - nothing huge, just to help him keep his prosthetics in working condition.

[abstractly]

( truth be told, she would have stopped him from touching her work, but it's the way he moves his arm, the direction of his feet, where he moves to that catches her attention. in her eyes, numbers come and go, the angle isn't off at all, it's properly aligned with everything placed in this specific area. it's precise, neat, and done purposefully that she for once finds herself speechless.

she pushes herself up off the ground to take a step back, admiring the work before her, and the length and width between all places and other miscellaneous items fall in place.

should she say "thank you"? should she gawk at him? the best response would be to show how grateful she is. )

Amazing, you knew the exact piece to set down. ( nothing too large that would take away from what she was trying to convey. it's like a garden, each plate a flower that showcases the beauty all together. ) It was outside the radius of my eye, but given your perception was wider than mine, it gave you the ability to perfect it.

( the hand of a gardener in a way that gives life, that's how she sees this individual's help, and though their face is hidden behind the mask... she does not dare look to see who has helped her, instead her eyes remain stuck on the inspiring piece before them.

some people won't be happy of the mess that's been made, but she is nothing but delighted. )

Even with that mask obscuring some of your vision, you were able to complete it without hesitation. You must have an eye for the creation of life.

[abstractly]

( the darkness, if the stars were embedded brightly in the sky, and the splash of waves were heard would remind her of home. home is now this two bedroom suite apartment, home is 6's deadpan voice that ushers wide words, it's the paper scratching together from his scroll, and the jangle of his form against his clothes. these are all the things that 37 has that reminds her of home nowadays, and home is missing from the apartment when she stirs awake.

a girl like her isn't used to sleeping a lot, she's normally up and about, and the first thing she wants to do is become active. it's here she would find him to pull the arcanist into her troubles, grab his wrist and explain that the phenomenal world has such odd things for them. that's why when she's unable to find him that he must have found something interesting, or he's counting steps. it's nothing to worry about.

but she does because of the warning, especially when they had both heard, and while she was gifted something to ward off the creatures of the night — ... he could have at least taken her! luckily, peeking out the window does offer her some reprieve, any concerns she had immediately whisk away. she pushes herself away from the glass, ready to leave until she notice something too familiar... )

❝ Things are ever changing, and yet, you stay the same. ❞

[ and those footsteps almost walk side by side with 6, there's a set pace which moves with purpose. there's no need to follow in the same time as the individual beside him, but it's never like ▓▒▒ to want to follow or believe in 6. ]

❝ How would you know who remains? Think, you are here and not there. ❞

[ he lifts one arm, index finger poking at his temple to correct the man next to him. ]

❝ To them, you're as good as dead. ❞

Hernan Guerra ( superman ) | JL: Gods and Monsters

[sonofzod]

Arrival

[ At a glance, you would never have known Hernan had been in a fight. When he arrived, the companion bots were efficient in shoving him into the tube and the water washed away the dried blood and debris. His body did the rest, soothing the pain and closing the open wounds.

But Hernan could still smell his skin burning.

For all his miraculous healing, his palm was still blistered and scorched, though the edges of it were starting to fade. It unnerved him how much longer it took for this wound to correct itself and there was no Kirk to ask why. What had made those guns different from any other he'd faced?

So wrapped up in his thoughts, Hernan hardly noticed the festivities around him until a companion bot approached and offered him a trick or a treat. "I don't want your candy," he said. It was rude, but he was in a sour mood. The companion bot wasn't deterred and offered a treat again and again when Hernan still refused. Finally, it put the candy in his hand and went away, leaving Hernan bewildered.

It wasn't until a little later that he finally ate the treat when he had gained his bearings and his blistered palm healed a little more. He was feeling better, festive even. But when he giggled the first time for no reason at all, it gave him pause. Uncrumpling the wrapper, he read the name of it. ]

Giggle drops?

[ At the word, another giggle erupts and he could tell this was going to suck. This was going to suck so much. ]

Getting Spooky

[ Hernan does not care for Halloween. The festivities themselves were never the bother. It was the people—always the people. He spent far too many of these long Halloween nights stopping vicious attacks on innocent people, and it seemed this holiday, in particular, brought out the worst Metropolis had to offer. It was tiresome.

The costume shop wasn't an unfamiliar sight, and after a moment of debate, Hernan headed inside. It was more to satisfy his curiosity than any real need for a costume. He thought it silly to hide behind masks, even on a holiday when it would have been the standard. It was still hiding, and Superman never hid from anything. Instead, he wanted to get a feel for the type of people he would find here. Were they just ordinary folks enjoying the festivities? Or was Etraya's Halloween going to be just as gruesome as the ones back home?

He wasn't interested in any of the costumes, though his fingers idled over the racks they hung from. He was people-watching, gathering intel to decide how prepared he needed to be. No one here seemed out of the ordinary and when he met the gaze of a passerby, he offered them a smile and a wink before moving on. ]

Masquerade

[ Hernan loved a good time, and this masquerade had the makings of a great one. The promise at least had him trading his jumpsuit and jacket for a red button-down, though it was open at the collar. Over it, he wore black, a matching jacket and trousers. His mask was nothing special; black Venetian that tied in the back.

Despite the mask, Hernan put little effort into hiding who he was. There was no change in his voice or in how he carried himself. He only wore the thing to keep to the spirit of the party.

Still, he's sociable as he mingles, laughing easily with the other guests. When he's ready to dance, he approaches the first pretty face he can find beneath the mask and offers his hand. ]

Would you like to dance?

Wildcard

[ Or if you'd like to try something different, feel free! We can plot if you want, just send me a pm. ]

John Reese | Person of Interest

[aimsforknees]

|| Masquerade

[ John has been to many parties over the course of his career. Parties are a great place to get close to a mark, to be in the right place without being out of place. So who is he to turn down a chance at a party?

John arrives at the party with Harold, and though they don't stay together for very long John makes passes nearby every now and then, at random intervals so it doesn't become a pattern. He's not an amateur. But what he's really here for is to see everyone else who shows up. He and Finch can trade notes on what information they dig up later.

The drink he's holding as he wanders around is just a prop, he pretends to take a sip every now and then but nothing has proven that any food or beverage here is truly safe, so it's just for show. It looks suspicous to be at a party and not party, so. A drink. No food, though he supposes he could slight of hand a small bite of something if he really had to.

But there's no point to being here if he's not going to make some moves, so make a move he shall. John spots someone who looks like they're in need of a conversation partner and slides over smoothly in his tuxedo and rather plain black mask. ]

Hi, how's your evening going?


|| Trick or Treat

[ If there's a trick to this (haha) then John hasn't found one yet. The hard part is deciding what his trick will be. Tailing someone down the streets of New York or picking a lock aren't exactly easy to showcase in this scenario.

In the end he settles on field stripping his gun and reassembling it with his eyes closed. He has, in fact, done this before. As part of his training they made him learn with his eyes closed and then for good measure tested him in a dark room. John goes through the steps without hesitation or fumbling; he knows where all the parts are at all times, how they fit together.

After the show is over he puts the gun back inside his suit jacket, out of sight once again, and requests a pair of walkie-talkies. What he gets handed is not what he expected and there's just a look of disbelief as he stares at the blue and pink radios with cat ears and whiskers. It's maybe a comical sight in conjunction with his trick. ]


|| Wildcard

[ If you have an idea for something else hmu in pm! Open to prose or brackets. If you're looking for Harold and John together you can find that here, or message me if you want something else with them. ]

Arrival

[leastdramatic]

[Jason was also given a few candies from the companion bots, though not because he wanted them. He hadn't thought much of them until after eating a piece and suddenly having small bat shadows follow him everywhere]

Cute.

[Then he hears Hernan giggling nearby and for a split second, his body tenses. Any longtime Gothamite knows spontaneous giggling or laughing is an omen for something much worse to come. But Jason also knows he's still recovering from his hallucination from earlier in the month so he mentally tries to calm himself down as he looks at Hernan]

You too, huh?

[The bat shadows continue to happily fly around him]