The Masquerade!

[avibusraris]

Have you signed up to go to the ball? Not everyone is going, and they don't have to! But they are highly encouraged to. Whether they have a date or not depends on how they'll be getting there. If they do have a specific date then the car that picks them up will be a regular guard car, and they will be told to get into the back and be escorted that way. The guard's cannot be harmed in their car, there is a metal blockade in the car, so sorry! For those that don't have a date, they'll be expected to get into a limo, taking about six or seven inmates at once! You might find your friends in the limo on the way there, yay!

The guards will take the inmates to a secluded spot on an entirely different island than the main one the prison is on. It's a coliseum, one that's used for special events involving horses and other fun animals. The Warden special ordered a massive tent that covers the entire coliseum, and there are heat lamps scattered about within. It's cold outside, these are a must! Around the perimeter of the tent there are several guards with loaded guns. They're standing about, watching very carefully, and if anyone tries to attack another inmate or tries to escape they will be shot on sight, no questions asked.

Comments

[impureheart]

I've no plans to give you the birds and the bees talk, so next time you're in the library look up a few things about mating rituals. It'll help you understand why men tell women they're pretty a little more specifically.

[ She's not going to explain the birds and the bees to him. ]

[decideformyself]

[ He's still pretty confused (what do bees have to do with any of this?) but he thinks he gets the picture. ]

...ah.

[impureheart]

Until then, I'd recommend you not go telling too many ladies they're pretty. You might end up in quite the predicament if you run into the wrong person, darling.

[ She can only imagine what would happen if he ran into someone like the doctor and started something like that. ]

[decideformyself]

Yes, I currently know far too little about the mating patterns of human beings to continue in this vein. Thank you for setting me straight, Anastasia.

[impureheart]

You're welcome. Next time that friend of yours tells you to do something, do make sure that he's not setting you off to do something you're likely to hurt yourself with.

[decideformyself]

[ He nods and, ironically, takes a gulp of the beer he ordered. He makes a face, but doesn't comment on it. ]

I certainly won't fall for anything like that again.

[impureheart]

If you say so, darling.