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undergrounds2017-08-06 08:29 pm
undergroundmods) wrote in undergrounds2017-08-06 08:29 pm
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Night Tournament Opening Ceremony
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!]
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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.
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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.
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Glitter was every teacher's worst nightmare. Stickers, meanwhile, were their best friend. Everyone loved stickers. It was a known fact.
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He tries in vain to shake some of it off his hands, and although he can't see himself, he'd be pleased to know that his outfit makes his scowl look a little demonic. "I look like a sparkly sideshow. If I'd known this was gonna be a Miss America pageant I woulda told all of you to go fuck yourselves a lot sooner."
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"You know we picked you for a reason, right?"
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She does have a point, though. It is a bitchin' vest, and he feels like he pulls it off pretty well. Ghoul indulges in a bit of a preen even though his tone is still a little sour. "Yeah, you guys picked me 'cause you think you're funny." He frowns. "Or you thought I'd look the best in makeup, which I'm gonna be real upset about if so."
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The tip of her nose crinkles a little as she laughs. "Maybe it's both- but I like to think I'm particularly funny, so..." She lets her words trail off.
"Really, I think you'll do wonderfully in the competition."
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There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. There was never a crease to begin with, but, whatever. His laugh is quiet and a little uneasy, because genuine compliments are weird. They're even weirder when they're being directed at him. "Well, thanks."
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"Of course- I'll be rooting for you the whole way. I'm quite sure the whole pack will be."
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"I think I'm gonna start wowing everybody by showin' 'em how great I am at snagging drinks." That's the way to start this competition off on the right foot. With a smirk and a slightly glittery-handed wave, he slips through the surrounding crowd and begins the hunt for Sucker #1.
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"Alright- be safe." Not like wolves didn't have higher tolerances generally speaking, anyway. "And have a great night."