The Plot Thickens (Immsmore)
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I got an envelope...no note on the inside though!
(Thanks for the masks!)
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received it!
Will you be my +1?
Oh, a personal invitation! I feel so special. ^_^ Thank you! Of course I'll come. Besides, I adore hedge mazes. I've been to so many but I can't get enough of them!
Would you like to join me as my plus one? :) (Check the first post.)
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I feel so special for getting a personal invitation to this ball <3
Would you like to join as my plus one?
It would be my pleasure and honor to join you at this special ball. Thank you for bringing me along doll ❤
OOh I think this belongs here!
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How odd... the seal appears to have been broken.
u dat red font SO PRETTYY Thanks for the mask/invite, anon! ^-^
...now why is that seal broken more like who'd have any interest in breaking it and what does the M&N initials mean... õ_o
I'd love to be your +1! This sounds like a lot of fun. :)
Since Alleycat hasn't responded, and I always like including new friends, would you like to be my +1 to this? 8D
I would absolutely love to be your +1! This looks intriguing as anything I've seen in quite some time.
Thank you so much, sweetie, I am honored and I'd love to! <3 What is a hedge maze, then? I didn´t find it in the vocabulary, is it some kind of labyrinth? And like you know, I LOVE HA contests and also mask balls. ^-^
waves We are not so far away, we could dance at the ball in RL, LOL
Haha, I'd be so down omg. Meet at some random hbf like 'I'm the only guy on gleis 5 with a mask' haha
Bottrop has only 3 gleises, LOL. Essen, where I work, a lot more, 23. Why don´t we meet on gleis 9 3/4? :-) The mask could be a magical one, then!
Hurray! ^_^ A hedge maze is just a maze made out of hedges. I've been to this one! :D Mazes that you can't see over the top of are even better, of course. That one's just really pretty.
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Part 2! Uh....hmm. I'm not so sure about this, guys. The townspeople seem a bit odd
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The world was blanketed in white, and shimmering crystals fell from the sky, muting every sound in the sleepy little town. Immsmore, a town of two hundred; measured a strange place by even the most eccentric observer. During the summer, they seemed common enough, and their overlook of the old forest drew a fair few traveler. But most knew not to judge them by the three seasons; for with the first snow came the peculiarities.
As the sun retreated to the western sky, the townsfolk hastened to complete their daily tasks. Even the children did not delight in the snow, but rather turned to the sky with a look of despair. The carts in the market place were quickly folded up and tucked to the side, and all of the shopkeepers finalized what business they had. Soon, there was a rush of movement as everyone made straight for their homes.
Before the last ray of sun, the citizens shut up their doors and windows tight, fretful of the darkness that came with the night.
Soon it was difficult to tell if anyone was living in the town at all. Virgin snow dusted the cobblestone streets, and not a sound could be heard. Save for the smoke rising from the chimneys and the smell of tomorrow's bread, Immsmore seemed abandoned.
And then, the sacred silence was disrupted, though not all at once. At first, it was too faint to hear; the sound of snow crunching under the clip-clop of a covered, horse drawn carriage. But the noise built like a crescendo in a symphony, with many more carriages rolling over the horizon.
The townspeople dared not react to the intrusion, for fear what would come if they gazed upon the street, or worse, left the confines of their homes. Indeed, they remained tightly shuttered, save for one wayward glance from the window of the Blacksmith. His gaze did not linger overlong, and his expression proved inscrutable; stoic, save for the look of reluctant resignation.
It was not long before the carriages rounded the serpentine path up the hill to the Immsmore Castle. The castle loomed over the humble town, disproportionately grandiose with gothic towers of darkest stone that seemed to stab at the sky. Stranger still was its immaculate veneer, as if unnaturally well maintained... or perhaps only recently erected.
At long last the multitude of carriages came to a stop, granting the visitors a moment's pause to adjust their costumes before they entered the Masquerade.
I just got that too.
Reluctant resignation doesn't sound too good...