The ball was proceeding nicely, with fifteen Wights in attendance along with their Hostess and Host, Thuringwethil and the Witch-King, who formed an awkward pair, her wings and his hollow nature making dancing difficult and conversation nearly impossible.
They’re a lot different than they sounded online, each thought of the other. The two had found each other on mordortrimony.com, and matching on a whole seventeen dimensions (including fashion tastes, interest in dead things, and the ‘Sauron loyalty meter’), they of course believed each other to be their perfect life companion. Apparently, though, neither made the best date.
Both running out of excuses for not dancing with their companion, Thuringwethil and the Witch-King called for a pause in the music. Everyone seemed to be glad of this, tired of being on their feet, and a number of them took seats at the tables scattered about the room, nibbling and sipping as they chatted.
Whirrrrrrrrr....
mormegil was “doing the lean” in the corner while doing his best to look disinterested even as
Kath walked by in her striking costume. (Her wings far out-did Thuringwethil’s, particularly in glitter.)
Farael was reminding everyone at his table how they could keep a slim figure like his, causing
Valier to eye her hor’dourves suddenly distastefully.
Celuien was showing
Macalaure some moves he could do with his invisible rope.
Holbytlass was attempting to cheer up a rejected and dejected
Kitanna with her juggling and jingling.
Whirrrrrrrrr....
Lalwendë was giving
Nogrod a candy cane for being sweet.
Naria and
Folwren were turning up their noses at the proceedings, and at each other’s company.
Eomer was trying very hard not to look too fearsome as
Cailín considered taking a seat near him.
Rikae was still making her way through the door.
Click.
A few began to wonder if the whirring noise they heard was all in their heads when suddenly all eyes were drawn toward the ceiling. Two lights appeared, swaying above their heads. The chandelier, holding thirteen candles, had been left unlit, but now bright orange flames glowed on two wicks. Eyes darted around, until
Valier let out a screech. Gasps and screams filled the room. They had found the source of what they believed to be their imagination.
It was a large contraption, with a long, thick tube and humongous bag of some sort of rough material attached to metallic machinery. But though the metal was shiny, everyone’s eyes were glued to the bag. It was covered in lumps, as from things trying to poke out of it, and very little of the bag’s original colour could be seen: the rest was a deep, sickly red.
Those who had the stomach to look more closely noticed that a couple things had poked through the thick material: a sharp, curved claw, and a heavy, dark metal spike. A bat wing and a dark crown that belonged to none other than their hostess and host,
Durelin and
CaptainofDespair.
All but two of the guests looked up to the twin flames and then bowed their heads in respect.
On even closer inspection, a note was found pasted on the mechanism:
Quote:
BUSTED!
-The Barrow-Wolves
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The Dead Dead
Durelin (Mod and Hostess) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
CaptainofDespair (Co-mod and Host) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
The Living Dead
mormegil as a (Kewl-Shades) Rude Boy
Kath as a (Beautiful) Butterfly
Farael as a Fair-looking Orc
Rikae as an Entwife
Nogrod as a Nice Choirboy
Lalwendë as a (Mischievous Little) Christmas Elf
Kitanna as a Rejected Band Member wearing a bag with eyeholes
Naria as a Spoiled Heiress wearing a Venetian half mask
Macalaure as a Mime
Celuien as a Cowgirl
Valier as a Flighty Young Woman wearing an exotic colourful bird mask
Eomer of the Rohirrim as Vorgram, Ancient Prince of Wargs
Cailín as a Robin
Holbytlass as a Court Jester
Folwren as an Elegant, Cold, Stoic, Mysterious Countess
Quote:
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Originally Posted by Walter Benjamin
“[E]ven the dead will not be safe from the enemy if he wins. And the enemy has not ceased to be victorious.”
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DANCE 1 (DAY 1) HAS NOW BEGUN. Guests, talk. Werewolves, shush.
*Note that the Ghostbusters-style death is thanks to the Captain's genius.*