~Sashay Masquerade~ IC
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				Title: <strong>~Sashay Masquerade~ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GeekGirl88</strong> on <strong>21-02-2022, 20:43:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/HQ_Door.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Prologue: ~Just Me~</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Location: World Authority Coalition- Island #5: Danketsuyo (団結京)/Unity City (Capital)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Date: September 1st, 2035</strong></div><br><em>Standing at the entrance to the alleyway, you feel a little confused. You double-check the nameless return address on the envelope the strange letter came in. This <strong>is</strong> 137 9th Street. The house (if you can call it that) at the end of the alley could be no wider than ten-feet, the same as the alley. It's also nowhere near as tall as the surrounding 5-floor apartment buildings on each side at only two floors max. The street around you is relatively quiet for midday. Still a little nervous, you glance around to make sure no one is watching you. You relax slightly at the sight of empty streets. However, you still speed walk down the alley to the door. There is nothing remarkable about the door at all besides its location. It is a standard 4-panel door with a brass nob and deadbolt lock. For a moment you feel flustered, but you remembered the key that came as well. Holding it up, you look at it. Again, completely normal and ambiguous. It is simply a lone brass housekey. You could probably add it to anyone's set of keys and they wouldn't even bat an eye! Shrugging, you ease the key into the deadbolt and turn it. The soft *click* of the deadbolt is heard on the other side. You turn the nob and pull the door open. Now, it gets weird.<br><br>It doesn't open to any normal house or even to a space. Instead, the doorway is a bright, pure white light. Weirder still, the light does not shine out of the doorway at all. It's almost as if the door and light beyond exist outside of normal dimensions. Tentatively, you reach up to touch it. Your hand passes through. You flinch expecting something bad to happen but nothing does. You pull your hand out unharmed. Taking a deep breath, you step through.</em><br><br>Then, you bolt awake, covered in sweat.<br><br>Please include the following layout before your IC posts. I love a similar one in Muse's game and so I am stealing it!<br>A floating picture of your characters if you have one.<br>Name: John Smith<br>Location: Home<br>Date: March 25th, 2022<br>Tagging: Open (available to talk to anyone) or list specific PCs or NPCs within the scene
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Sashay Masquerade~ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-04-2022, 12:55:43</strong>
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				<strong>Kagetori (鍵門 Gate Key), Saori (沙織, Sand Weaver)<br></strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XxlxZiTQ_iT8NQ2u_Nv21jpraUCzH6M1hGTRFbZ1gGI/edit)<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Kagetor_Saori_nude._.png)</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saori jerked awake from the intensity of her dream.&nbsp; The blanket fell off of her bare breasts, exposing them to the morning light.&nbsp; Saori bit her lip...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That was...”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She blinked...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without bothering to dress—Saori was very pleased that she got a private room in the dorms—the young woman hurried to the bookshelf and grabbed her dream journal.&nbsp; “i haven't had one this vivid in so long...”&nbsp; She hurried to record the dream.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only when it was done, did Saori realize she'd gotten chilly.&nbsp; The dream continued to plauge her with thoughts and questions as she took a hot shower.&nbsp; Hair wrapped in a towel and body in a long, heavy robe, Saori went to her special shelf.&nbsp; She looked through her i-ching tiles.&nbsp; “No...&nbsp; Something western?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulled out an expensive and love worn tarot deck and fanned out several cards.&nbsp; “No...&nbsp; nothing in here, either...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Doorway.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Portal.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Beginning of a new journey... The fool?&nbsp; Wide eyes with wonder at the start of a new journey but not watching her step?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She shook he head.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Doorway...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Tori gate, a doorway between the mundane world and the spiritual...”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Wait...”&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Rune_20_thurisaz.png)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She went to her computer and started to dig through web pages.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Turisa,” Saori read. “The Gateway Rune. It’s glyph is used in drawing and sketching gateways. Gateways represent moving from one space into another. Gateways and their symbols abound in modern culture. Whether it is the gate at the secure neighborhood, or the gate for the remote ranch, or the “gate” of the doorjamb which is the entrance to every home, the gateway is a place of transference from one space to another.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Without gateways to show us that we are transferring from one space to another we may not realize the transfer has occurred.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Sashay Masquerade~ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avernale</strong> on <strong>27-04-2022, 04:36:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cdb754f7-9296-44d1-866d-02a8ed5542db/defq7fa-df690f02-b1cc-41e9-818f-18779149d716.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NkYjc1NGY3LTkyOTYtNDRkMS04NjZkLTAyYThlZDU1NDJkYlwvZGVmcTdmYS1kZjY5MGYwMi1iMWNjLTQxZTktODE4Zi0xODc3OTE0OWQ3MTYuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.jSwD5lPI_wnCpsKcC2okYuYpvgyAI_xScs_yq7S7PJA)<br><div align="center">Art (https://www.deviantart.com/iamranya/art/Request-Crisis-872880196) by Ranya (https://www.deviantart.com/iamranya)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong> Crisis Red-Skies (https://docs.google.com/document/d/15qbuU4YqKMDoU1ZDCSMqPk1ij2xTUp29YstywHELF4s/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Location:</strong> 137 Ninth Street<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 25, 2022<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one<br><hr> <br><em>'This must be the place,'</em> Crisis thought as she stared down the alleyway to the little house at the end.&nbsp; She glanced at the envelope in her hands.&nbsp; It couldn't tell her anything she didn't already know, but she knew this was the address on the envelope.&nbsp; She already knew the surrounding streets were empty, but she looked around anyway.&nbsp; She always kept herself aware of her surroundings, but checking again helped relieve the tension somewhat.<br><br>Crisis marched up to the door, burning the house's visage into her memory as she walked.&nbsp; She didn't need to touch the knob to know it was locked.&nbsp; She looked at her hand.&nbsp; The key was already inside it.&nbsp; As unremarkable-yet-out-of-place as the house it went to.&nbsp; The only secrets it could possibly reveal to her were on the other side of that door.&nbsp; As such, there was nothing worth remembering about it.&nbsp; Not even the teeth.<br><br>The knob yielded to the key and the door swung open, revealing a solid wall of light.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; <em>'So we're playing this game, huh?'</em> She tested the wall with her hand to ensure it was merely opaque before stepping through.<br><br>The scenery on the other side would be bizarre and awe-inspiring to anyone else.&nbsp; To Crisis, it was familiar-unto-comforting, yet just as much a mystery to her as to any other person.&nbsp; The coils of a massive, stone serpents formed a three-dimensional maze within the infinite void.&nbsp; At its center, Crisis stood upon a dias of concentric circles, each divided in half by what would be a single groove were they properly aligned and decorated with esoteric symbols even she could not discern the meaning of.&nbsp; Ahead of her, the stone head of a dragon glared up, menacingly, at a single pillar behind her that connected this dias to the rest of the maze.<br><br>Glancing behind her, Crisis could see the porch of the house and the alley beyond through the open doorway.<br><br><em>'So that's all there is, huh?'</em> She sighed again.&nbsp; <em>'Guess it's time to wake up, then.'</em><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 8, 2045, morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Crisis sat up and grabbed the notebook on her nightstand. "Lwaxana." Her smartphone chimed as the screen lit up.&nbsp; Crisis' gaze was firmly on the notebook as she scribbled away at it. "Open email to The Old Man. Messaged received at oh-seven-hundred hours. Stand by for report.&nbsp; Send message."&nbsp; The phone chimed again as the screen dimmed.<br><br>"What's going on?" came a voice from the bed on the opposite side of the room.&nbsp; A girl with short, dark hair sat up and peered over at Crisis, only to turn away with a yelp.&nbsp; "I asked you to wear pajamas!&nbsp; What the Hell!?"<br><br>"I did," Crisis replied, not looking up from her writing.&nbsp; "Then it got too hot, so I took them off."<br><br>"At least cover yourself with your blankets, then!"<br><br>"I thought the Japanese were cool with nudity," Crisis said absently.&nbsp; "All those bathhouses and stuff."<br><br>"Well, you Americans have locker room showers, too, right?"<br><br>"Fair enough," Crisis said.&nbsp; With a flourish, she grabbed her sheets and flung them over herself.&nbsp; She draped it over her head like a child reading comic books at midnight.<br><br>"Seriously, do you have to tell that guy about <em>every</em> dream you have?"<br><br>"Nah." Crisis reached out from under the covers to grab her phone. "Just the important ones."<br><br>She opened the GPS app and put in the address from the dream.&nbsp; Maybe she could see it in Street View.&nbsp; She hadn't remembered seeing it before, but even she couldn't fit the entire city in her head at once.&nbsp; If this place was real, then it definitely merited an investigation.<br><br>((Don't worry about the maze.&nbsp; It's something unique to Crisis' meta-lore))
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Sashay Masquerade~ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>27-04-2022, 10:14:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lv8IerI.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakuya Hanamiya (https://docs.google.com/document/d/12AiLcnN00HdQggu-LZ4jfdmKOhMg23D4DdaRRQ_F7Qs/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 25, 2035<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Sakuya woke up with a start, sitting up to check that she was still in her dorm room. The sun was already shining through the light drapery that covered her windows, illuminating the room with just enough brightness. A wide variety of potted plants were arranged around her room, filling it with a tranquil green color with a variety of other colors.<br><br>The green-haired woman got out from her bed wondering about the dream she had. A narrow alley somewhere that lead to a door for 137 9th Street, with a key on her person that allowed her to enter a completely white room that seemed to be filled with light yet at the same time wasn't bright at all. Sakuya couldn't make heads or tails about the dream as she watered her plants and made sure they were healthy, opening the windows to let some fresh air in her room.<br><br>With the plants attended to Sakuya then had a change of clothes, putting on a long-sleeved blouse that was buttoned on and a knee-length skirt that were both the same shade of light green. She pulled up a pair of white tights up her legs before fixing her hair, tying her long verdant locks in twintails. Picking up her bag containing her belongings as she approached the door, slipping on a pair of white and black flats before turning to face the door.<br><br>She closed her eyes took a deep breath as she stood before the door, assuring herself there was nothing to be afraid of. A faint click was followed by creaking as Sakuya opened the door, peeking out to make sure there wasn't anyone else around before stepping out and locking the door behind her. Putting her keys into her bag she then held the shoulder strap of her bag with both hands before heading off to what the day had in store for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Sashay Masquerade~ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>27-04-2022, 19:11:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/3hZ5Zxm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tai Yosuke (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1I_YbO2CmVjOEM8VFIx9opz255k8Ar5PKNJB-i9UoMqQ/edit?usp=sharing)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room -&gt; Campus heading towards football field<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 25, 2035<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>"Mmmm..." Tai groaned as he tossed and turned on his bed, lingering on the edge of his strange dream. However as he stepped through the door he suddenly awoke with a start, which unfortunately ended up tipping him over the edge of his bed, "wah!" he exclaimed as he tumbled down to the floor, sucking in a sharp breath as he banged his elbow, "agh fuckfuckfuckfuck! ow..." he moaned, sitting up and rubbing his elbow.<br><br>When the pain resided his attention was brought back to the strange dream he had been having, though by that point it had mostly slipped away from him, "ugh, what was that door...?" he muttered, one of the only parts he remembered with any measure of clarity. He remembered stepping through some kind of door, into some kind of light, and then..."...eh, well whatever, wasn't that interesting I guess..." he said with a shrug. The dream wasn't particularly eventful, just walking through a door right? Not much reason to fixate on it. <br><br>Picking himself up off the floor he grabbed his phone to check the time, eyes widening as he saw how late it was, "Oh fuck! Practice!" he shouted, violently tearing off his clothes and changing as fast as he could, "What the hell Sven? Why didn't you wake me up?" he asked his roommate, only to glance over his shoulder and see that he was gone. Checking his phone again he noticed a text from him. <br><br><em>Sorry dude, tried to wake you but you were out cold. i'll try to cover for you</em><br><br>Tai groaned and shoved his phone away in his track pants. Normally he'd like to freshen up and put on something nice before heading out, even if it was just for morning football practice, but he had no such luck today. He threw on a hoodie and a track jacket and quickly splashed some water on his face and wet his hair down a little. After that he was out the door in a flash, dead sprinting down the halls of the dorm building and across campus, making his way towards the football field, "scuse me, sorry, coming through!" he shouted as he juked and weaved past other students.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Sashay Masquerade~ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yurie</strong> on <strong>30-04-2022, 18:46:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://safebooru.org//samples/3554/sample_4730e0b66110cac4663e7bc4015c8931876e79f8.jpg?3696927)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Naruka Minami<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date:</strong> 9/1/2035<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>We open in a dorm room in a state of general disorder. While this could be said of most dorm rooms at Danketsuyo's university this one was particularly notable in its messiness. Textbooks and technical manuals were stacked in precarious piles amongst various mechanical bits and bobs and empty cans of energy drinks. The room was lit by a combination of the morning sunshine peeking through the closed blinds and the pale glow of a computer monitor on the desk.<br><br>Naruka, meanwhile, was sprawled out on a futon on the floor like a particularly ungainly cat. She was dressed in her usual sleeping attire: a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. This particular t-shirt bore the legend 'WAY THE BRIDGES I BURN IGHT THE WAY' in large, bright red, and bolded font. Her hair was touseled as she snored like a motorcycle in desperate need of a tune-up. There may or may not have been drool leaking from the corner of her gaping mouth.<br><br>At least until something shocked her awake, her eyes fluttering as consciousness rudely reimposed itself on her. She slowly sat up with a groan, rubbing her forehead as she blinked owlishly at the thin bands of sunlight on the opposite wall before fumbling for her glasses. Her dreams usually involved more embarrassing things, like one where she was taking her entrance exams naked and all the questions were in German, or the one where she was being chased by an army of babies down an infinite corridor. Mysterious doorways in strangely familiar alleyways were a new, if not unwelcome change of pace.<br><br>She reached over and grabbed a small notebook labeled 'Dream Journal' from where it lay near her futon and, pulling out a pen, scrawled 'Alleyway, Apartments, 137 9th Street, Door Made Of Light' below the entry labeled 'Monkey Suit, Halloween, Shinjuku, Giant Kyary Pamyu Pamyu Wants To Eat Me?'<br><br>The annoying sound of a text alert interrupted her thoughts as she crawled over to her phone and grabbed it and opened the chat app she had.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Text Log</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Naru-chan?<br>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; NARU-CHAANNNN<br>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; R U Up yet? Come on, read your texts already!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">im awake what do you want?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Finally! I swear, you sleep like the dead.<br>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Did you finish the coding yet? Please tell me it's done.</span></div></div></div><br><br>Naruka got to her feet and leaned over her desk chair while scratching her inner thigh. She grimaced at the computer screen, the glare glinting off her glasses before she turned on her heel and walked towards the bathroom, her thumbs still typing away.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Text Log Continues</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">yeah its done.<br>just finished compiling.<br>should run fine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Oh thank goodness. You're a lifesaver Naru-chan!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">please dont call me that.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Sorry.<br>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Thanks for doing the coding though. <br>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; I figured Kuni-san would've been able to handle it but I figured we needed a second pair of eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">kunihito couldnt make a functional program if his life depended on it.<br>dont know why he volunteered to code for this project </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Well, he was really persuasive...</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">the man barely knows what an if-then function is<br>i swear if you idiots let him try to code anything else for this group project i will end you<br>i am not going to fail this just because of kunihito's bloated ego<br>you people owe me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; WWWWW tell us how you really feel.<br>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Anyway, send me the file when you get the chance so I can upload it.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">understood</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; All hail Narukami-sama!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">i told you not to call me that either.</span></div></div></div><br><br>Naruka let out a groan as she plopped down on the toilet, her face in one hand and her phone in the other. "I swear, those idiots are going to drive me insane..."<br><br><hr><br>One bathroom hygiene montage later and Naruka felt human enough to venture outside. There was food to be sought and classes to attend and neither could be acquired in her dorm room. Clad in her least wrinkled orange shirt, jeans and her red-and-white sneakers, Naruka grabbed her courier bag and slouched her way towards the outside world. She did, however, briefly pause at the sight of the bright-green-haired woman down the hall in one of the other dorms.<br><br><em>Didn't think it was cosplay season yet,</em> she thought to herself. She offered her fellow student a limp wave.
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