2016 WAS A MISTAKE [O, HENS NIGHT]

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]So Spectre was getting married. Scratch that, Spectre and Night were getting married. This party, however, would be for Spectre alone. It had been a struggle to find a venue - with Colouredclan's rising population most houses that were once empty now for once had traces of life. Not a bad thing, but inconvenient in her current situation. She'd managed, however. In an old shop in the main street, Curtaincall had just finished decorating. Streamers hung from the roof in a rag-tag fashion and balloons littered the floor, along with other decorations she'd gotten too tired to put up. Fairy lights flashing with different colours skirted the ceiling, bright enough to light the dimmed room in different shades of blue, green and red. Now, all she had to do was wait.


    She'd sent out an invitation for Spectre, being vague and mysterious. It was meant to be a surprise, but even if the Kitsune had figured it out, there was no way she could say no. She hadn't bothered with other invitations - the ladies of Colouredclan would hopefully show up anyway. Free alcohol and fruit juice if you weren't into that. Go figure at least someone would show up.


    Right, done. With that last balloon floating slowly to the carpet, the femme would step outside, poster in hand. She'd take a seat by the steps, 'No Boys Allowed' sign where everybody could see it. Hell, someone needed to throw a party for the boys eventually, since they always seemed to miss out on the fun.


    [rushed, i'm so sorry ;-;]


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    The invitation Spectre had gotten was indeed a bit... strange. As she read it, Eun had probably understood what was going to happen, but she didn't tell Spec. 'Why don't you go and find out,' was what she had said. It was irritating. Maybe there was some trace in the letters, something that would have been an indicator as to what would happen this night. If there was, she was too oblivious to notice it.


    As Spectre followed the directions, she walked by building in the Main Street. It was obvious where she was supposed to go. The difference between the old store and the rest of the buildings. The other buildings emitted much less light, for one. It was getting close to Christmas, but that didn't mean that everyone hang lights out outside. Besides, this building just looked like... the place she was supposed to go. Streamers hanging from the roof, as well as many other decorations just scattered across the roof. The fairy lights weren't done as messily.


    "This has got to be the one," Spectre said, more in assurance to herself than anything. She stepped closer, seeing a silhouetted figure, and some balloons on the ground. They had probably fallen from the roof. The kitsune hopped over the balloons, getting close enough to see who was sitting on the steps. To see who had put all this effort into this... party.


    She didn't expect it. "Curt?! You did all of this? But..." it wasn't even her birthday. Not to mention, there was a sign that clearly told the boys to avoid it. Taking a seat next to a curt on the steps, she would think. It couldn't be a birthday party. So then, it was... a that 'hen's night' Curt had been talking about. A party to relive her sexual escapades... despite having none. "Oh, you didn't have to," she would say, leaning towards the blacblood to give her a hug.


    serah .
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][i]Love, it will get you nowhere. You're on your own.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]This was a party for the girls. She was a girl, though she felt she was gender fluid really. So, the female would trot over to the pair. This was all so new to the child. Parties, gender, weddings. All she knew was she couldn't trust him. And she didn't know who him was. Her mother was way to cryptic. Way to cryptic. It had her on edge around most men now. Now, with Lilac in tow, she was sitting on the sidelines of a party.


    Lilac - Hatari
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -12px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][i]You fucking psycho. Your ass belongs to me now.[/fancypost]

  • [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-bottom: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: #FFFFFF;][fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 85%; font-size: 30pt; color: #95E79F;][glow=#FFFFFF,2,300]“PLANISPHERE”[/glow][/fancypost]
    [glow=#95E79F,2,300]NEVER SEEM TO REACH TWINKLE CAN’T RELY ON A MIRACLE[/glow][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-top: 2px solid #95E79F; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #95E79F; width: 400px; line-height: 180%; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]No invitations were involved (besides the guest of honor, of course) but it didn't take long before Papika made her way towards the scene. The little kitsune had no idea what a "hen's night" was but the colorful lights and balloons drew her attention, not to mention that her second favorite person in existence was there as well. "Spectre! Is this a party? Can I come?" the child asked excitedly despite that fact that she was already technically in attendance. Of course she wasn't going to ignore the other two already there, offering both Curtaincall and Hatari cheerful waves and a brilliant smile. "Hollo!" the young vulpine then added brightly, moving away from her nii-chan's soon-to-be wife in order to investigate the rest of the shop they were all currently inside.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 7pt; color: #FFFFFF;]PAPIKA XERSES FEMALE TWO MONTHS WARDER & FIELD MEDIC
    KITSUNE ONE TAIL ORANGE FUR BLUE EYES PROBABLY MESSY[/fancypost]

  • [align=center][size=3][font=segoe ui light]and when you c a l l me, I'll be right d o w n[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 0px solid black; border-left: 0px solid black; border-right: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid white; font-family: georgia; color: lightskyblue; margin-top: -11px; font-size: 11pt; width: 389px]▫ and we'll go out in STYLE ▫[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=9pt]
    Frighrfur brushed by Hatari, giving the canid pup a wink as he barged into the midst of the decoration, lights, and party. It was great timing because Spectre was already here! He bounded up with a sweet smile, particularly sent toward Curtaincall because he was fifty percent sure she'd kick him out for showing up. He blatantly ignored the 'No Boys Allowed' sign. Yet, he was a girl, no? Who was anyone to just assume his gender.


    In fact, it should be clear to the clan by now that Fright Seraphim was whatever sex he wanted.


    "Hey! I could make it! Spectre...are ya excited?" the cowboy asked with a raised blue brow.


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #adb9c6; font-family:arial; font-size:14pt; line-height: 100%; text-transform: lowercase]Love, it will get you nowhere. You're on your own.
    You fucking psycho. Your ass belongs to me now.
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    She felt the male brushpast her and blinked slightly. What was that about. Then, she caught the wink and couldn't help but laugh a bit. He was so funny sometimes. At least to her. Wait, was he supposed to be here? Well, he was genderfluid. Wasn't he?



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