Seventh shot

[last_rat_standing]

[Under normal circumstances Bond wouldn't be caught dead in public in his current state... however these were hardly normal circumstances. With Silva in the castle Bond has even more reason to continue his daily patrols around the perimeter and the castle, proper.

He just hopes no one recognizes him in this bloody getup.

It is with much reluctance that Bond starts his daily rounds... wearing a long white dress, long blond wig and silvery crown quite similar to another castle resident. He's got no idea why he's dressed like this but if other inquiries over the journal are to be believed he's not the only one. He's just got to keep a stiff upper lip and crack on.]

[Olivia Mansfield]

Status report?

[/Olivia]

((OOC: That's right. Bond is currently dressed like Lady Galadriel with a cheap blond wig and costume jewelry looking crown. Feel free to spot him ANYWHERE in the castle))

Comments

[lara_the_explorer]

[Lara was at one of the bars inside the castle, keeping herself busy by doing a little bartending to pass the time. She's currently wearing Utena's outfit as part of whatever event the castle is pulling now. She didn't mind it. At least it was better than dinosaurs. While drying the newly washed glasses, she looked at someone wearing an enchanting gown.

She raised an eyebrow on who could that be, and much to her surprise it was someone familiar. She couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh]

Wow, you look very enchanting in that dress. The Duchess of Cambridge would be jealous.

[last_rat_standing]

[Laugh it up, Lara. He looks decidedly unimpressed.]

Somehow I find that unlikely.

[lara_the_explorer]

[Okay okay, Maturity.exe is activated. But she's still laughing internally]

So who are you supposed to be?

[last_rat_standing]

[He sighs slightly, shifting his weight as he looks around]

I haven't the slightest idea.

[lara_the_explorer]

Okay. [Lara just nods. It's a big castle, so she figures he haven't met the person he's supposed to be dressed as]

What do you want to drink? I think I'm allowed to bartend here. I mean, no one stopped me yet.

[Action]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan had been doing his own rounds of the castle, wearing a oversized coat with a high collar and scarf that would be very familiar to acquaintances of Sherlock. And which he could not remove.

Unfortunately for Conan, when you were seven, even bad obviously too big cosplay only made you look adorable.

He was not very pleased about this.

Conan stops and stares for a moment at Bond. This was definitely new.]

On second thought, maybe this outfit isn't so bad.

[last_rat_standing]

Bloody hell...


[Of all the bloody people... he sighs, fixing the boy with a stare]

I'm glad that I can at least bring comfort to someone by wearing this. [all the deadpan. ALL OF IT]

Was there something else you wanted?

[deductiongeek]

I'm doing some investigations of this. [Conan attempts to roll up a slipping sleeve again and fishes a notebook out of a fold of fabric.]

When did you first notice you were wearing that?

[last_rat_standing]

[He raises an eyebrow]

This was the castle's doing, Conan.

007

[savethedarkness]

Well, I'm safe as houses for the near future, at any rate. As long as I can keep up the bluff.

Olivia Mansfield

[last_rat_standing]

I'm sorry? To which bluff are you referring?

[pause]

And why do you sound like you're talking through a speaker?

007

[savethedarkness]

This is going to sound as absurd as anything else 'round here, but I woke up in Agent York's suit of armor, or at least a cheap approximation. I think it's fibreglass.

Olivia Mansfield

[last_rat_standing]

[He sighs]

This is certainly inconvenient.

[inafadingcrown]

[If it weren't for the brown wig, the woman rounding the corner could probably be mistaken for one of the residents spared the cures. Well, that and the fact that she looks exceedingly uncomfortable in what the jeans and low cut tanktop that she's wearing.

But when she spots Bond, she takes one look at him, stops in her steps and starts laughing.]

"Nerwen," indeed.

[last_rat_standing]

[He sighs, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at the woman.]

Are you quite finished?

[inafadingcrown]

Forgive me. [She gathers herself enough to stop laughing.] But I must say, I think it suits me far better than it does you.

[last_rat_standing]

[Well that answers one question. He's STILL so unimpresed]

You're welcome to them. They're not quite my style.

[freeslider]

[Wade is going about her business, such as it is, oblivious as of yet to the castle's lastest hijinx, when she spots him coming down the hall.]

...it can't be.

[last_rat_standing]

[Well it was bound to happen sometime... he just hadn't expected it to happen while he was in a bloody dress. He lifts an eyebrow at the woman]

Hullo.

[freeslider]

I...guess it can.

[She raises her eyebrows]

You were a resident the whole time and never said anything. I can't believe it.

[Her eyebrows raise]...I can't really believe the dress, either.

[last_rat_standing]

[he shrugs nonchalantly as if he weren't wearing a ridiculous dress and wig]

I can seem to recall you never mentioning the subject of the castle, yourself.

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[Bond is not the only one stuck as a particular lady elf. Dairine also woke up to a white gown, blond wig, and silver circlet. The castle even gave her fake elf ears, which were tough to get used to. It’s not quite the same dress coming from a different movie, but the resemblance is striking.

Dairine was not too flustered about the dress, considered the number of times the castle stuck her in fancy clothes. So she’s not gonna let it stop her from walking the halls. Halfway to the library, though, she notices someone walking towards her in a familiar costume. She stops, with the dim realization that she’s met him before.]

Huh. Fancy that.

[last_rat_standing]

[Well that was unexpected. Bond looks the girl up and down]

Somehow I didn't imagine this place would repeat itself.

[wizard_redfive]

It's been repeating itself a lot more often lately, though usually on a larger scale.

[The staring is mutual. Dairine offhandedly wonders why his dress has a shiny brooch and hers doesn't.]

I'm glad we don't have to go to party in this getup. Otherwise Carmela might suddenly show up to lecture me on fashion faux pas. [Not that Dairine would mind having her friend from home around, but seriously, the fashion talk gets annoying.]

[last_rat_standing]

Interesting. It does lead one to wonder why that might be.

[He pauses]

Is it in the habit of throwing costumed parties where the costumes are involuntary?