Caritas- Saturday evening after sunset

[throughaphase]

And then once the sun had set, something changed. Across the island, people who chose to began transforming into the person or thing they were representing tonight. If, say, someone was dressed as a sheep, they might now be a real sheep, wandering the floor around people. The zombies still had their bowl cuts, only now they were real, and they weren't any more talented but they at least had more style.

So, well, if you weren't yourself now, make yourself at home! If you were yourself now, good luck with all of it.

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Re: Lounge [Post II]

[stykera]

The zombies, apparently, couldn't even be counted on to provide the proper soundtrack to what was clearly shaping up to be an epic chase scene. As soon as the Phantom had returned to his couchbox seat they had switched back to whatever horrid music they had been playing before he tried his best to educate their undead selves in the matters of Proper Music.

And now. Now there was a blandly attractive young man who had probably stolen away all the attractive young sopranos in the place who was making demands of him. And probably blaming him for something that he might very well have done. The gall! Unacceptable.

"I think not, monsieur!" Was that followed by a very creepy laugh that was echoing around the space in an even creepier manner? Of course! Why learn these tricks if you weren't going to use them?

He leapt over the back of the couch and...well, this was not the Paris Opera and this was not Box 5 and there weren't any convenient hidden escape routes. So he leapt over the back of the couch and ran, cape fluttering behind him.

Re: Lounge [Post II]

[heroic_jawline]

Fred, naturally, chased him in....pretty much a circle around the lounge... though there was definitely breaks for hiding in potted plants, accidentally going the wrong direction so he was the one being chased, too, and trying to get the Phantom into an elaborate rope trap hanging from the ceiling that had appeared from somewhere despite it never being mentioned before in the narrative.

Re: Lounge [Post II]

[stykera]

How dare this boy try to ensnare him in a rope trap? Didn't he know who the Phantom was? HE was the one who used ropes. Usually to strangle his enemies, of course, but occasionally he didn't actually kill them.

Naturally though, he had to take a moment to examine the ropes. That, combined with the vexing lack of hidden exits in this establishment, led to him being cornered.

"You will curse this day! Let it be war upon you!" Perhaps, he thought as he bellowed at the boy, a loud distraction would allow him to escape. But these shadowy corners continued to be simple corners without trapdoors or contrivances of any kind that would allow for an escape.

Re: Lounge [Post II]

[heroic_jawline]

Daphne couldn't even find a bookcase to fall through! It was so strange!

"You're supposed to say 'I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids'," Fred told him, reaching down to pull off his mask.

Re: Lounge [Post II]

[stykera]

"You are a meddling child," snarled the Phantom.

The snarling stopped abruptly once Fred had a hand on his mask. The Phantom's mask, alas, was easily removed.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" sorry dogtor Anakin.

He pulled his cape up to cover his hideously deformed or badly sunburned, looking at you Gerard Butler face and ran. "CURSE YOU!"

Stark was going to have so many regrets in the morning when he woke up with no mask.

Re: Lounge [Post II]

[heroic_jawline]

So would Steve, who would feel Quite Terrible about removing the mask!

"I'm just going to track down a local sheriff," Fred said, backing away slowly.

Re: Lounge [Post II]

[stykera]

Regrets for everyone!

He was not about to wait around for the surely inept local law enforcement to be located. No, the Phantom was going to take this opportunity to disappear into the night.