As far as well-mannered frivolity goes, the party is well under way.
Suddenly, with a flourish and a spotlight -- it's not clear where from, to be honest -- Captain James Wolfgang Redd appears on a makeshift wooden stage, arms spread wide.
." He clears his throat loudly, and gestures to the crew who remove themselves from socializing -- or drinking or sulking in corners -- with just a look. They begin to distribute games and the like across the room; pin the fangs on the vampire, bobbing for apples, pumpkin carving contests, etc. Redd takes the center stage with the tall, elegant heron at his side; her neck is long and slender, and he sets a hand lovingly atop her head as he clears his throat to speak.
"Enjoying the party are we? Good, good!" If you were to look closely, you might notice that there are dark rings under his eyes (well, darker than usual) and he looks tired and slightly manic (well, more tired and manic than usual). He stares around the room with a wild look, then opens his mouth to speak.
He is interrupted, however, by a single red cardinal
. It lights upon the ground, plump and tiny, only meters from Redd's boots.
The Captain stills; Meth drops the poster of the vampire she was attempting to hang. Guy quickly grabs a nearby cocktail and downs it and Keane very, very slowly sets down the tub of water he'd been carrying. Their eyes fix on the cardinal, wide and bulging, and it tilts its head to return the stare, chirping and hopping to the side.
It takes to the air swiftly, too quickly to be physically possible, and dives for One. She gasps in surprise, raises her hands, but it slips between her fingers and dives into her mouth. Her throat bulges as it moves into her belly and she's jerked into the air, as if a meat hook had been dug into her spine and yanked her straight up. She hangs feet above the ground, limbs jerking and twitching, appearing almost comical in her cheap witch's costume, except for the way her eyes and mouth open wide.
A voice tumbles out of her throat; not hers. Deep, hissing and seething, demonic and chanting, stuttering in an unknown language.
The crew begin to panic; Redd's eyes narrow and he pushes the heron behind himself. The bird ruffles her feathers indignantly but the voice continues to sound, unending, without pause. The language begins to sort itself out; passengers begin to understand, as if they'd heard that language before, as if they'd spoken it their entire lives.
The voice is chanting numbers
. Hundreds of them, thousands, firing off in rapid succession like some kind of numerical roll call.
One's head jerks to the side and her wide eyes fix on Captain Redd. Her hands twitch and her lips move with the voice as it rumbles lowly:"FOUND. YOU."
One bursts; her midsection bulges, then explodes, showering the Captain, crew and guests with fluids. Lubricants, water, coolants. Her innards -plastics and hoses, rubbers, metal- spatter to the deck and the rest of her body drops with a dull thud. One of the hoses wiggles before a cardinal squeezes out of the end, feathers slicked and damp from its escapade inside of her stomach. It clicks its beak distastefully in the silence.
Then, it screams.
Cardinals begin to flock into the room from every direction; they fly at passengers, tearing out eyes with little beaks and claws, burrowing into stomachs like drills, squirming into mouths and bursting torsos. The Captain shields the heron, and the crew panic, diving for cover beneath the tables even as blood and innards splatter against the hardwood floor, fumbling for weapons with trembling hands.
With a sudden flash, all passengers will find themselves fully armed with their confiscated weaponry. How convenient! As the birds attack, they will find their plastic bag costumes tear and pull apart now, so they can rid themselves of the cumbersome things, if they so desire.
Let's murder some fluffy little birds, shall we?[[ooc: This post is for horror shenanigans! Get your angst on right in here. Feel free to have your character injured or even killed by the cardinals; characters killed will be revived a day later, as per usual. Also, your character can attempt to kill the cardinals but they'll find the little birds ridiculously hardy!
Weapons will still be nerfed, and all characters will remain human. Their weapons will size down or up to suit their form (Ironhide's canons will be smaller, for example) but will remain just as powerful.
Please note: ALL EXITS ARE LOCKED. Passengers cannot phase out / teleport / blast their way out.]]