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Monthly Mingle Log

Another month has passed and it is time for another oppertunity to mingle. Knowing of the curse that haunts the foreigners, Station Master has taken extra care to plan this party and the preparations only during the daylight hours. Wouldn't want to cause a giant panic, right?

Today, the little tucked away part of the plaza has been livened up with a host of spooky decorations, black cats and witches, skeletons and tomb stones, they have all been placed amongst the food tables, allowing for a casual halloween-ish mood. There are also a lot of pumpkins there, freshly prepared especially for this feast.

The tables of food are back too, filled to the brim with pumpkin pies, pumpkin squash, pumpkin cups cakes, honestly, you can put a pumpkin in and it is there. There are also large bowls of candy, free for the taking.

Naturally the two booths are there again, the one belonging to the welcoming committee, for any new (or old) character with a burning question, and the one belonging to the host club. Who knows what theme they have this week. Only way to find out is to check it out!

Finally, part of the plaza has been set up to allow for the talent contest that was to be held here, organized by a few of the foreigners themselves. Maybe it is time to check it out and see if there are any cool talents on display? Or maybe you have your own talent to display. If so, feel free to visit the show.

As every month, an invitation had gone out to all the foreigners in the day leading up to the party, reminding them of the party, the date, the times, and this time, attached had been an invitation to come dressed up. They might not be able to celebrate Halloween during the evening hours, but maybe a slightly late Halloween party would lift the spirits anyway? Station Master has certainly joined in himself too. For a day, he has exchanged his trusty cap for the scariest thing he could possible think of: a familiar white nurse's cap. 2spooky.

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[Still not sure how things work around here? Always had that question that you were to embarrassed to ask? (about Vatheon that is, this isn't an agony aunt column!) Feel free to stop by the booth, and surely there will be someone hanging around that can answer your question.]

[Zelda is still present, but perhaps in not the way most people are used to. Instead it's Sheik at the Welcoming Committee both. He's hoping to see Zelos or Duke show up at the Host Club booth, he hasn't been able to find either one all week...]

[As Malik tours the plaza, he looks over the welcoming booth this month. A shadowy figure causes him to pause a moment in front of it.

He rubs his chin and his eyes squint a little as he ponders Sheik.]

Do I know you?

Hello, Malik. Yes, we are acquainted.

[The voice is masculine in nature, though the man is quite short. It's still difficult for Zelda to come out and say "I'm Zelda" like this, but making things awkward for Malik is undesirable.]

It is Zelda.

[Malik continues to stand there rubbing his chin. There's no real way to make this NOT awkward. He's not quite sure that he believes this answer.]

Is this a joke? [His tone isn't angry or accusatory. Perhaps slightly curious and mildly amused. There must have been something familiar about this person for him to stop.]

It's not. I would rather not go into the details. With this curse throwing illusions around and setting people so on edge, I thought it might be best to be prepared for combat.

[Of the physical sort, of course. Any magic might do far too much damage, and what if he mistook someone due to the curse?]

I see. [The phrase is contemplative and rather drawn out. As he realizes that it is Zelda he adds...] Your highness.

You're really expecting fights to break out over this curse?

Someone attempted to strangle me just last night due to the illusions they were seeing, so I would say it is a possibility, yes.

[It had pretty much just been the last straw. When things come crashing down, it's almost instinctual to hide behind the mask of Sheik. It's how he lived for seven years.]

I assume you're safe now princess... prince? [Sheik's obviously not seriously injured as he's standing right here and talking with Malik at the welcoming committee booth. Still, it only seems polite to inquire about his well being.]

I'm doing fine, I'm uninjured.

[A little bit of light bruising, but that was easily healed. He almost protests the use of the title immediately - Sheik is not royalty, he's a Sheikah - but he's well aware of how absolutely insane that sounds and doesn't want to come off as having some sort of multiple personality disorder.]

Do not worry about the technicalities. If you'd like, you can call me Sheik.

[Having just been introduced to an individual with multiple personality disorder, he's trying to be accommodating as possible.]

All right Sheik. Nice to meet you. If you ever need to relax a little you're welcome to come see me at the Golden Victory for a drink. There's also quite a bit of tea available if you would prefer.

[He's uncertain if Sheik shares Zelda's preference for the warm herbal drink.]

Ah? No, it is... it's not like that. I had to hide for quite some time back home, this was my disguise. I am simply accustomed to being called Sheik when I transform like this.

[He thinks I'm insane. It definitely pricks at him the wrong way. Sheik was there back home, Impa had called him forth to keep her safe. He was gone now that his job was complete, that's all.]

So you're not going to have some drinks with me down at the bar?

...I'm saying, there is no need for the "nice to meet you". We are already acquainted.

[There's the huffy princess he knows.]

I do not go to bars.

[He mutters.]Yep. Definitely Princess Zelda.

Excuse my boldness your highness.

[No. Not Zelda, Sheik. The urge to correct the usage of the title is there yet again. Maybe he needs to just stay in today rather than work on the Welcoming Committee after all...]

It is fine. I am aware it's a somewhat odd transformation. I just feel more combat ready like this.

Then we should spar at some point. Just two men testing themselves against each other. You know I'm an adept spellcaster not to mention a master of the bladerang.

Afterwards, we'll grab a few drinks, laugh, talk about old times, and peruse the fine women around us.

[Chivalry, at least for Malik, extends primarily for women. Talking to the male version of Zelda puts Malik in quite a different position and point of view.]

[Sheik seems just fine when he mentions the sparring, but he looks distinctly unamused at what follows.]

I am not interested in picking up women.

[Or men, or anything inbetween! He's dating Guy!]

Perhaps we could spar sometime, though.

[Throwing a few deku nuts into this guy's face might be a good form of stress relief, and it's not good to get rusty.]

I never said anything about picking up women. Merely appreciating them.

[He becomes a bit more serious.]

If you can't relax, then you'll eventually break. At the least sparring can help blow off some steam.

Ah...

[He squirms uncomfortably. Zelos, Guy, Gamzee, and now Malik. Is he really that uptight? It's hard to not be tense when your worst fears were just played out to you all night long!]

I... yes, I suppose that is true.

[Malik pauses a moment.]

Which part? About relaxing or sparring?

Relaxing. I have been told that I am not very good at it.

[It had never been a problem when he was a child, but he never fully learned to stop after those seven years on the run. He learned the value of relaxing, certainly, and even encouraged others to do it - but he was not good at it beyond getting adequate rest and food.]

It appears not. Royalty and... [Malik gestures at Sheik's outfit, not quite sure exactly what he is. shy assassins do tend to have trouble with it.

Believe it or not, proper relaxing technique needs to be learned and practiced just like any other skill; especially if it doesn't come naturally.

Assassin?

[He looks at himself. Well, that is one of the many capacities a Sheikah could serve in. The "shy" remark comes as somewhat of a surprise, though.]

I have not heard such a thing before. How do you learn it?

[Always covering his face. He could of course be some eccentric aerobics instructor considering the spandex-like outfit.]

You look like an assassin. Who else would wear tights all the time?

I was inviting you with me in order to demonstrate, but clearly you weren't interested.

[He folds his arms over his chest. RUDE.]

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Welcoming Committee

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Sheik is a woman! (troll face)

Your face is a woman.

You wish it was.

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YOU ARE NOT EXCUSED.

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Sheik declined his invitation to the bro-zone.

How exactly does one "bro"?

You read the code, you should know.

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