Night Tournament Opening Ceremony

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Every four years the Night Tournament is held in London as a celebration of the physical, mental and magical prowess of its supernatural inhabitants. Over three weeks the chosen competitors will take on various challenges in an effort to be crowned Champions of their species. Tonight, the grand opening ceremony is taking place at the Redbright Institute, where guests can expect a spectacle of magical wonders and of course the parade of this year's competitors.

The ceremony takes place from 8pm-11pm Sunday 6th August. It is being hosted by the school's Chancellor, Sylvia Redbright, accompanied by event organisers Alexandrie Belrose, the Dean, and Yasmine Merad. Guests must have purchased a ticket in order to attend the event, unless of course you are one of the competitors or someone involved in organising the tournament.

Rules of entry
• No weapons. Any weapons or objects that could be used as weapons will be confiscated.
• No drugs or alcohol except that provided at the event. Don't try to sneak any in.
• No violence.

There is security present on the grounds during the event. The school itself is shut. (In fact, if your character is a member of the Redbright Institute, you could have them acting as security if you want.) They will respond to and put a stop to any trouble.

Order of events
The entirety of tonight's ceremony takes place outside in the grounds, namely the football field. There are stands around the field where the audience can watch the show. A number of stewards (student volunteers) will check tickets and direct guests over to the right place. They are also selling a variety of drinks and snacks to cater for all supernatural tastes. Vampires without daylight jewellery are directed through to the "shade zone": a section of the stand which is completely shielded from the sun.

8pm-8.30pm: Redbright Choir
Led by the Head of Music Ms Sandra Ng, the Redbright Choir is comprised of a variety of students representing all supernatural beings coming together to sing in harmony. They are accompanied by a live band.

8.30-9.30pm: Welcome to the Night (nb. sunset is at 8.45pm)
Settle in for one hell of a show. The hour's entertainment, proudly organised and performed by students at the Redbright Institute, features a showpiece from every supernatural type, from witches performing a spectacular light show of magic, meta humans showing off their powers, to werewolves and shapeshifters dancing in fur costumes. The theme again is harmony: the show ends with all performers joining hands in a giant circle on the pitch before performing their final dance.

9.30-9.45pm: Sylvia's Welcome Speech
As the host and sponsor of the Night Tournament, Sylvia will then step up to a podium to say a few words. She talks about (you guessed it) peace and harmony and coming together to celebrate supernatural diversity. She speaks proudly of the Redbright Institute's record of welcoming and teaching any supernatural student, no matter their background. The one thing that does get all the journalists scribbling furiously, however, is a brief mention of the Night Council's new President. Though she doesn't mention him by name, she does say that she welcomes the President's stance on promoting peace and unity.

9.45-10.15pm: The Parade
At last the 16 competitors are introduced one by one. Dressed in spectacular costumes, each competitor gets their own float which makes one round of the field before they all meet in the centre of the pitch. The parade is accompanied by inspiring music and showers of glitter (or is it pixie dust?). Smile and wave, everyone. Smile and wave.

10.15-11pm: General Mingling
Finally, the audience are allowed to invade the pitch where they can mingle with the competitors as they please. Stewards walk around serving more drinks, and there is a live band playing until the end of the event. Stick around to catch some gossip, place a bet on your preferred competitor, or offer support to your favourites.

[OOC: Please see the information post for more details on this event and to ask any questions!]

Comments

NPCs

[brightwitch]

She may no longer run the Night Council, but Sylvia Redbright still carries the same air of authority she always has. It's an odd thing, being in the spotlight again. Like putting on an old coat and remembering how well it fits. Of course everyone expected Sylvia to be making this speech as President. The tournament is her brainchild, organised largely by a committee at the school, so she's seeing it through but she won't be the one who hands out the prizes at the closing ceremony.

Despite the strangeness of the occasion, she is pleased to witness all they've achieved. Her students have done her proud. And the batch of competitors this year are... interesting.

After the parade, she mingles with the crowd. Some might expect her to be downtrodden or putting on a brave face. Certainly there are a couple of hacks in the press who would like to paint her that way. But there's a certain calmness that comes after the storm, not just before it. She has her school. And maybe right now that's all she needs.

Meanwhile, Samantha Okeke wears a smile that is perhaps a little more strained. She's learned some hard lessons in her first few months as Mother of Witches, and she's having to be more patient than her natural inclination. But she's out tonight looking fun and fresh, and on the search for some friendly company. If she's going to get what she wants, she needs to start making allies again, that much is clear.

Also at the ceremony are Katherine Moore, the werewolf alpha who looks like she doesn't want to be here but she's going to have a drink anyway, Yasmine Merad and Alexandrie Belrose of the Redbright Institute who have helped to organise this event and are looking pretty pleased with themselves, and Peter Vrinak of the Night Council who looks generally suspicious of everything going on. Rumour is that he's been suffering some illness as of late, but outwardly he appears to be fine.

[ooc: Say which NPC you'd like to talk to if you tag! If you want to know more about any of these characters, they're all on the Elites list.]

sylvia!

[hurtcomfort]

She made the speech. So that means she's in charge? Cole doesn't really know who's in charge of these things, but Sylvia seems like a solid choice. Sylvia can probably sense him coming because witch powers and all that. But Cole just doesn't realize that he should do something like 'introduce himself' or 'not creep up on people.' Instead, he straight up creeps behind Sylvia, manifesting himself right out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wear the costume," he apologizes, in a quiet voice. Surprising no one, it's a bit futile to try and put a fun spangly costume on someone who's intangible 90% of the time and is currently having a bit of trouble trying to hold onto tangibility for the other 10%.

Syyyyllllviiiiaaaaaa

[stauncherhearted]

When Nancy first heard the news about Sylvia, she'd actually laughed right at the breakfast table. There had been some celebrating, comments made that this woman wasn't as sweet as she wanted you to believe, calling her a hypocrate, all sorts of great things that probably only made half-sense. It didn't matter. Nancy had felt vindicated, despite her ever-growing complicated feelings about Sylvia.

But that doesn't mean she can pass up the opportunity to say hello to the former Mother of Witches- grandma of witches, now, she wanted to know? Perhaps she would make a run at Crone. Now that would be beautiful to watch.

Nancy's a few glasses of wine in by the time it's time to mingle. Dressed casually, Nancy could almost be anyone when she sees Sylvia. She doesn't have a plan, just wants to talk to her. Let her know that hey, she's still here. And she's still surviving. Without Sylvia's help.

"Nice speech!" She tells her as greeting. "I wanted Cooper to compete, but he's got too much on his plate right now."

Samantha

[longterm]

Speaking of allies, Cesare makes his way up to Samantha, drink in hand. He smiles at her. He's not going to be accusatory just yet. He knows mistakes happen, after all. But he's curious to see what she has to say for herself regarding Mogget's behaviour. The sooner they can sort this out the better. After all, it helps if your supposed allies aren't sneaking around on you.

He leans in slightly to talk to her.

"Your cat has been spying on me."

open!

[hurtcomfort]

1: the choir
He's supposed to be back by the floats. But there's music and he wants to hear more of the music, so eventually he makes his way closer to the choir. He's sitting on a patch of grass near the entrance to the bleachers, listening. Sometimes he manifests himself, otherwise it's a bit harder to see him. As such, some of the less observant members of the supernatural...just straight up walk through him a few times. It doesn't bother Cole. In fact, his attention remains firmly on the choir--until someone approaches him.

"I like this," he quietly says, as if just realizing that he likes something for the first time. "More events should have music."

2: general mingling
It's a bit odd that a ghost would be competing. Ghosts were loners, ghosts stayed by themselves, why would one want to compete in the Night Tournament? There's no sign that Cole recognizes how odd this is, however, because he's just sitting on his float (which is inevitably the saddest float of the lot because how do you decorate for a ghost?) and idly talking to whoever approaches.

"I don't really have a strategy," he admits to one woman. "I think it's a good staring. Talk to him," he mutters to a were. "You should bet on Desmond," he tells one of the witches. "I like him." He has about a fifteen minute conversation with a vampire who just wants someone to talk to, you know, it's hard when you've suddenly got to reschedule your entire life and you can't see some of your friends anymore, they don't tell you these things when you get turned, and so on and so forth.

All of his conversation is equal parts Cole answering questions about the Night Tournament despite the fact that he has zero clue what the Night Tournament entails and Cole just giving advice to whoever listens.

slaps this down for 2

[ghoulaid]

Cole's float is... something. Ghoul's not sure what it's supposed to be, actually, but he does know that it's a lot calmer over here. It'll be a good place to take a break.

Ghoul climbs on to Cole's float, lying stretched out on his belly behind some sort of large, half-assed decoration. It's the best hiding spot he's found so far. Cole is such a generous host... even though he has no say in the matter, since Ghoul has already barged in and made himself at home. The details don't matter that much, do they?

"I like your float. Wanna trade? Let's trade."

2

[outstandingbalance]

"Imagine running into you again." Natasha says, curiosity on her face as she looks over Cole. Her expression is friendly though. "I didn't realize there would be ghosts competing in the games."

2

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin is just about to stake the whining newly-turned vampire to get him to shut up. He's too new to know who Joss is, of course; he's just looking for someone to vent to. Which is annoying because Joscelin had just seen him telling the exact same story to the pet store ghost Joscelin had met some time before.

"I could always tear your head off or stab you with a bit of wood and then it wouldn't be a problem anymore." He gives the vampire his most winning smile. That scares the bit of filth back to wherever he came from.

Ah, freedom. Except, not quite.

He looks over the pet shop ghost, who is still hovering around.

"I suppose you think I shouldn't have threatened to kill him."

[ghoulaid]

    ( parade/mingling - a )
The pack has played hell at getting Ghoul to cooperate with the idea of costumes and floats. There were a couple of minor bite injuries at some point during the negotiation process, but Joseph Leake, bless his weird taxidermy-loving heart, had really settled Ghoul down with his vision. His float ends up being something he actually likes; it's a rolling piece of macabre art, decorated with skeletal animals in various dancing poses and a few ghoulish-looking patchwork creatures. It's a hell of an opportunity for Joseph to showcase his work, and Ghoul doesn't mind a damn bit because he gets to ride around on a float covered in dead shit.

The costume is also... acceptable. Ghoul is practically buried under layers of inky black furs and bleach-white bones, with the only pop of color on his person being the jagged bars of red paint that start around his eyes and taper down his face and neck. The whole get-up is, apparently, some kind of representation of a mythical death-wolf with a tongue-twisting name. Everything looks a little spooky, and is supposed to provoke a sense of dread and doom in the other competitors- or some shit like that. The other werewolves know more about it than he does, so he simply directs any questions about the artistic choices to the nearest pack member.

There's no one to save him from his latest guest, though. It's a child, evidently unaffected by all the creepy things and asking Ghoul about the pitch-black sclera contacts he's got in. "No, you can't touch my fucking eye," is what starts a chain of soft-pitched why?s and so?s. After a few rounds of Quality answers such as because it's attached to my face and your hands are dirty, he eventually gives up and flags down the closest adult. "Can you take this somewhere?" He means the kid, obviously.


    ( mingling - b )
A good competitor would probably stay close to their float and chat with folks. Drum up interest in themselves, convince people to bet on them, so on and so forth.

Ghoul isn't a good anything, so after shedding off a few pieces of his costume he slips away from his float, leaving the spectators and the rest of his pack with a mound of fur and bones and no Ghoul.

He keeps the fuzzy vest, though, and happily pulls the hood over his head as he makes his way around the pitch, checking out the different floats between making incredible offers to random strangers- like, "I'll let you pet my fur if you gimme your drink."

Or he can be found standing in place long enough to scrape glitter-dust off himself and smear it on to the nearest unsuspecting body. He could be anywhere, really, but no matter where he ends up, he's probably doing something dumb.

b

[cabins]

"Ghoul! You look-" Laura pauses as she spots him, making a show of looking him up and down. "- well! that glitter is going to be covering the Den for the next six months, at least, isn't it?"

Glitter was every teacher's worst nightmare. Stickers, meanwhile, were their best friend. Everyone loved stickers. It was a known fact.

[freelife]

When Evie signed up for this, she hadn't thought anything about the float or the costume. It was all a little Hungry Games to her, truth be told, and it really didn't help that the costume they'd come up with was a gladiator. Evie found it appropriate, her float a chariot. Keeping with her preferences, however, her whole costume was in shades of black and a dark gold.

Honestly, despite being strapped into a bit of a corset and wearing a skirt that really wasn't even a skirt so much as leather straps and a pair of booty shorts, she couldn't help but think she looked good.

After the ceremony, Dame Evie Frye as she'd allowed them to introduce her as, can be found mingling with her new-found fans, and enjoying a drink. She's happy to be competing, though she can't help but wonder if all her training made it cheating.

Oh well.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul lingers in front of Evie's float, looking it over (and maybe her costume a little bit too- but mostly the float, really, honestly), his head tilted beneath his fluffy hood. Eventually, he comments, "Y'know, I wasn't alive at the time so I'm not an expert or nothin', but I don't think that's how that armor's supposed to work."

That sure is a lot of uncovered arm. And leg. And... everything? How very impractical for battle.

[outstandingbalance]

"You know," Natasha appears at Evie's elbow out of the crowd, "I wish I'd been in the room when they convinced you to wear that. I might have learned a thing or two."

She smiles, her presence (hopefully) supportive of Evie's decision to come out and compete. "You look impressive. I wouldn't want to be one of your opponents."

[cabins]

Laura's here, of course. She wants to show her support for Redbright, both the Institute and the woman herself. Besides, she knew a few people that were entering the tournament, and she wanted to be here to support them.

After the ceremony, she's happy to mingle amongst the crowd, congratulating the competitors. The competition, she's put together, seems to be quite tough. Hopefully the winner will be from the Pack.

And that's a bias she can admit to.

[falsify]

Eames didn't volunteer for this, and as such he's not really happy to be here. But he has to admit, he can't find a fault with the float they've put together. It's kinda ostentatious, but what isn't when it comes to fae?

A throne of woven branches and sunset-coloured leaves sits atop the back of what looks like it could've once been a dragon, eyes closed in repose or death under a blanket of fallen leaves with chrysanthemum blooms at its claws. Tiny lights of various colours dance around it, and on the throne Eames sits in burgundy and gold finery, aristocratic in a 19th century flair. (The fae wanted something a little older, but Eames refused to do breeches.) Where other participants wave to the crowds, Eames is deeply uninterested, chin resting in his hand as he leans on the arm of his seat in an open display of boredom. At his feet sits his beloved rottweiler, coat shiny and tail thumping in excitement as he watches the crowds and the dancing sprites.

It also leaves a fun trail of leaves and petals as it moves, Eames' own personal touch just to be that little bit more annoying. Somebody's going to have to clean that up later.

[ghoulaid]

At some point in the night, Ghoul decides he's going to be friends with the dog. Even if it is on Eames' float.

He has enough self-respect to wait until Eames looks distracted, then he sneakily squeezes up against the side of the float. From there it's a matter of reaching out and patting the area in front of himself while quietly clicking his tongue at the dog, attempting to lure it over.

[stauncherhearted]

"Look at you!" Nancy's impressed, very impressed when she walks up to Eames. She'd offer a hug, but she knows now how much he hates them, so instead she immediately turns her attention to her BFF, Boxer. "Hello, puppy!" She greets him warmly, already starting to give him scritches and attention.

"You stole the show, yes you did, Boxer! Are you gonna help Eames win?"

[bellbound]

Having cast his eye over the competition, it's probably fair to say that Eames is the competitor Mogget is least happy about. Here he is, supposed to be representing fae to prove that familiars are far more worthy than those dirty conniving Seelie and Unseelie, and the Unseelie send in a lord to essentially ruin his chances.

Also, he has a dog. Mogget hates dogs.

So he watches from a distance, perched on his own throne which seems small and pathetic compared to the Unseelie's finery. As their floats come closer, the dog notices the cat and sits up sharply.

Oh, it had better not be about to come after him. "So who did the Court choose to enter in the tournament?" he asks. "You or the hound?"

[bellbound]

1) The parade

Oh, the indignity of it all. He's being made to ride on a tasteless float that some witch put together: it's all white and silver, a winter-themed design with a covering of fake powdery snow and fake trees with naked branches tangling together. Somewhere in the middle of that is a throne made out of the tangled branches on which Mogget is perched. His costume, such as it is, consists of a crown made out of twigs and silver-painted leaves, and a silvery cape that covers his back. He hates it. He hates everything. Why is he being made to do this?

The floats meet in the centre of the pitch and Mogget casts a jaundiced eye at another competitor nearby.

"Tell me you didn't volunteer for this."

2) Mingling

He manages to get rid of the crown at least, but the cape is firmly tied around his neck and Samantha has forbidden him from taking any form other than cat tonight. She also told him to be nice, whatever that means.

At some point during the evening he can be found with Samantha herself, perched on her shoulder while she shows him off to her witch friends.

Later he escapes and slinks off into a corner trying to avoid everyone but then a nearby steward offers sushi to the waiting guests and his ears prick. Surely as a competitor he deserves special treatment. Perhaps one of these guests can be persuaded to give up their food. He winds around the legs of the nearest likely candidate. Maybe he'll attract their attention. Maybe he'll trip them up. Either could work.

1!

[hurtcomfort]

Cole straight up volunteered for this. He's looking around at all the floats and he is just awe-struck. There's so much light, so many sparkles, capes and spangles and all sorts of things and it's so much better than being in his alleyway the whole time. He can feel himself drifting, he needs to appreciate this while he can.

So, at Mogget's question, he gives the cat a confused frown.

"Of course I volunteered for this. It's amazing." He doesn't think he's ever seen anything like this before.

[roddy_reinigen]

Parade

There weren't many ways to glam up 'rat shifter' to be something you'd want on a float like this. It had, however, been managed. Someone had, apparently, decided that the best way to make a rat theme look cool was to go for a distinctly Nutcracker-esque approach, with Roddy dressed as the Rat King, complete with mask. He also had a grey and white double breasted doublet, slim fitting black slacks, and tight, darker grey boots that went almost to his knees. And, of course, no rat costume was complete without the tail, which this outfit most definitely had, with special care and attention given to the little hairs sticking out of it and the scaling that gave rat tails their unique texture.

The Nutcracker theme spread out into the float itself, which was decorated with figures of rats devouring nutcracker dolls that looked suspiciously like they had been gnawed on a bit by real rats.

Roddy, of course, wasn't quite sure how to deal with all the glitter and pageantry of the parade. On one hand, he wanted to seem reasonably enthused to be here. On the other hand, he didn't want to mislead people into actually thinking he believed he was going to win. And so he settled for something in between, smiling and waving for the crowds, but not bothering to hide the fact that it was a small, slightly nervous smile.

Mingling

Roddy was a person who had the unfortunate habit of frequently making questionable life choices. Entering the tournament would seem to be one of those things, since Roddy was not the type of person people thought of when they considered people who would be considered a 'combatant'. And they'd be reasonable in not thinking that. He'd been figuring that even if he loses horribly in round one, he'd be great at the cunning portion of the competition, and that maybe the difference between the two would balance things out. And, there was the off chance that he'd actually do well enough to win prize money, and since Roddy was perpetually broke...well...

As he listened to the performers, however, he began to question his life choices. Maybe, just maybe, he should have tried to find out if there was any chance of him getting a slot to perform in one of these acts instead of actually competing. Well, it was too late for that now. For now he'd just enjoy the celebration, the drinks, and try to gauge the competition.

[ghoulaid]

Who left Ghoul unsupervised around the floats? All he's doing is climbing all over them. Case in point, he squirms his way on to Roddy's and almost immediately starts playing with one of the nutcracker's jaws. This is a theme he never would've expected to see. It's clever, though.

It doesn't take long before the decoration he's toying around with makes a sharp popping sound, which causes him to immediately snatch his hand back and whirl around to face Roddy. The nutcracker hasn't lost any pieces, but Ghoul still stands in front of it, blocking it from view and grinning widely. "Nice outfit, mighty mouse. Kinda looked like you wanted to barf earlier in the parade, though. You ready for all this shit?"

[trickofthelight]

parade/mingling
Desmond's essentially participating in this whole thing at all because of peer pressure, and also because the one of the coven witches really has her eye on upgrading the coven facilities. Unfortunately, that also means they're in charge of his costume and the float, and given the tight budget they're on, it's essentially what they could pull together with magic on short notice. Once they found out he used to be a bartender, the unanimous decision was made to style his float after Dionysus.

This mostly means that the float is covered in ivy, vines trailing off the side, with plenty of grapes to boot. The main feature of the float, though, is Desmond sitting on an overturned wooden tub, with a fake leopard skin with the 'paws' tied around his neck and waist. Besides that, he's wearing the ancient Greek equivalent of a speedo, a wreath of vines around his head, a whole lot of gold body glitter, and an awkward smile. At least he can take comfort in knowing he's reasonably fit and in shape, and that nobody's likely to recognize him.

After the parade, Desmond can mostly be found sitting on the edge of his float, idly twirling the giant fennel stalk he was holding like a scepter earlier, answering questions from guests but also looking like he'd like to be anywhere, anywhere but here. This was probably why his coven left him shoeless.

[hurtcomfort]

"You're golden!" Surprise, that sure is Cole popping up out of nowhere and looking at the body paint like it's the coolest thing ever. Because it is! That's Desmond, but he's glittery and golden and he looks amazing, even if Cole doesn't know why they took away his pants.

And then he notices the fake leopard skin and gives it a little frown. Hmm. Desmond still looks amazing but that's a little concerning for Cole. "I don't think the leopard is too happy, though."

Someone has yet to realize it's a fake leopard skin.

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy's here. Nancy's always here, truth be told. That's what happens when you're friends with people in high places, and you've got a few friends amongst the competitors- most notably Lydia, Micheletto, Lance and Eames, though she's happy to support the others she's met as well. In the end, her money is on Eames- he's old and he's quite capable. Really, she's excited to see him in action, given that any time there's been some sort of shit going down, she's been nowhere near Eames.

Nancy is never to be found without a drink in her hand as she makes her away amongst the floats. She's not stupid enough to pick pockets here- too much security, too small of a crowd- but she's happy to mingle and speak with people as need-be. Honestly, she's rather optimistic about this whole thing. Perhaps it'll promote some sort of unity.

Or at the very least, some entertainment.

[morevacant]

The Parade

Cesare has sponsored Lydia's float. Left to her, it would have been bare, but thanks to his money, it is glittering in opulence. Not that Cesare has wanted his name attached to Lydia's float in any way, shape or form, but his influence is there.
It's there in the horses pulling the gilded carriage along. It's there in her tightly corseted dress and the elaborate headdress. It is certainly there in the shiny Louboutins that are visible beneath her hiked up skirt.
Lydia herself doesn't look once at Cesare. She's promised to keep their 'relationship' secret and as silly as she is, she's not going to break that vow. From the carriage, she waves happily, just enjoying the ride and trying not to think too much about the actual tournament.

Mingling

Lydia is quite determined to show everyone that she is a Serious Witch, so rather than the usual alcohol in her hand, there is lemonade. She smiles politely and makes small talk, hoping to gain tips and well wishes at least. She's had enough of being the worst witch in London. It is time to step up her game.

[stauncherhearted]

"Lyds!" Nancy's dressed nearly as far removed from how Lydia is- distressed skinny jeans and trainers, a bralet rather than a corset. Still, she runs over toward her friend. She's a few drinks in, because she's Nancy and that's just how she gets through the day.

"You looked absolutely brilliant! I'm completely rooting for you!" And a few other people, too.

[specifiercity]

Arthur hangs around the edges of the event until after the parade, finding a spot only just close enough to hear Sylvia and watch the floats go by. Coming here was a little last minute and it's almost like he wants to be able to make a quick exit, but it's a good networking opportunity, and if nothing else he gets to see what Eames has been bitching about for the past few days.

Still he plays it pretty cool once the mingling starts, grabbing a drink, quietly placing a couple frivolous bets and then falling easily into conversation with the people around him. He's going to be a little wary about getting cornered into one-on-ones with anyone from Islington or East End, but otherwise he's just hanging around to people watch and maybe catch up with a few people he knows.

[stauncherhearted]

"Arthur!" Nancy absolutely abandons whatever else she was doing the second she sees her friend and rushes over towards him. Without any hesitation, she wraps him in a friendly hug and kisses him on the cheek.

"Ohmygods," she gushes, sounding every bit her age, "Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you in ages!"

[fauxdysseus]

The Parade / Mingling

[ Of course there was going to be a parade. Flint isn't too surprised by that — in fact, you could even say that he appreciates the occasion for a good bit of spectacle and this occasion is as good as any to make a properly dramatic introduction.

So he goes all out on his float — pirate themed, flying a large Jolly Roger and a protruding prow decorated with the carving of a walrus. Flint himself doesn't skimp on the attire, pulling out one of his old large, studded belts, a long, leather coat and a solid pair of boots. A diamond in his ear and his fingers covered in rings, he stands straight at the front his float, arms crossed, face closed.

He seems to be taking himself very seriously indeed. ]

[ghoulaid]

( What. The fuck. Is that.

A pirate theme is, admittedly, kind of cool... But seriously- what is that? Ghoul ends up at the front of Flint's float later in the night, staring up at the walrus carving with a strange look on his face, like he's trying to figure it out. It looks like a blubbery god damn sea-vampire. Ghoul reaches up, stretching out to poke his finger against one of the tusks.

Gross. )