I. Here For the Party [The concept and traditions of Halloween didn't really survive Armageddon, and even if they had it's doubtful they'd have taken root in the Empire, among the Methuselah who don't believe in the concepts of souls or the afterlife to start with. So Ion wasn't inclined to come, at first - he's not in a celebratory mood to start with, less so when the celebration in question is of a holiday he's never even heard of.
But it's attend the party or stay alone in his empty apartment - and Ion is not well-suited to quiet, solitary pursuits. So he attends, not particularly dressed up by his own standards because he doesn't quite understand the point of doing so. But he's got enough jewelry and embroidery to look dressed up, so he doesn't stand out too much.
He looks briefly over the food and drink on offer, but doesn't take any just yet. Instead, he settles into a corner with good lines of sight and just watches the proceedings. Not knowing these people or understanding these customs, he's loathe to wade in and potentially make himself look foolish.]
II. Free My Soul [But eventually he does begin to unbend a little. Accepts a drink offered by a smiling stranger, lets his foot start tapping in time with the rhythm. It's still an exceedingly strange party full of strangers, but... maybe it's not so bad, really?
He takes a sip of the drink - which turns out be a Frankenstein's Monster.] Oh! [He can't help but yelp, back going ramrod straight as the little shock rolls down his spine.] My apologies. [He murmurs when he realizes he's inadvertently jumped right into someone's path, and hurriedly backs out of it again.]
III. Wildcard [Insert your own starter here or hit me up on plurk/via PMs to plot something else!]
Ion Fortuna | OTA
[The concept and traditions of Halloween didn't really survive Armageddon, and even if they had it's doubtful they'd have taken root in the Empire, among the Methuselah who don't believe in the concepts of souls or the afterlife to start with. So Ion wasn't inclined to come, at first - he's not in a celebratory mood to start with, less so when the celebration in question is of a holiday he's never even heard of.
But it's attend the party or stay alone in his empty apartment - and Ion is not well-suited to quiet, solitary pursuits. So he attends, not particularly dressed up by his own standards because he doesn't quite understand the point of doing so. But he's got enough jewelry and embroidery to look dressed up, so he doesn't stand out too much.
He looks briefly over the food and drink on offer, but doesn't take any just yet. Instead, he settles into a corner with good lines of sight and just watches the proceedings. Not knowing these people or understanding these customs, he's loathe to wade in and potentially make himself look foolish.]
II. Free My Soul
[But eventually he does begin to unbend a little. Accepts a drink offered by a smiling stranger, lets his foot start tapping in time with the rhythm. It's still an exceedingly strange party full of strangers, but... maybe it's not so bad, really?
He takes a sip of the drink - which turns out be a Frankenstein's Monster.] Oh! [He can't help but yelp, back going ramrod straight as the little shock rolls down his spine.] My apologies. [He murmurs when he realizes he's inadvertently jumped right into someone's path, and hurriedly backs out of it again.]
III. Wildcard
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