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The motorcade slowly approaches this part of the street. The Scissor Sisters blares from the cherry Cadillac as rainbow flags are hoisted in the air.

Dagny watches all this from a bench in front of the ice cream parlor, digging a plastic spoon into the rainbow-sprinkled sundae cup in his hand. 

“So they’re gonna go at this all day?” he says to the person nearby. 

Rhys’ eyes went wide as he scanned the crowds. 

“So MANY people,” he said to nobody in particular. 

“Don’t you think there are so many people?” 

“This is very cool, all these people to come and support... or to dance.”

Bez was in their best dress, a nice looking pair of black pants, borrowed dress shoes, and a grey shirt that was loose all around them, the breeze flowing through the fabric and making them feel as comfortable as possible. They felt at home, anything LGBTQ+ had never been their scene before, but over the years they had grown less worried about the image they might strike, so to top their outfit off, Bez was wearing a pink bandana. 

BRYCE WINSLOW’S IRISH HOLIDAY ☙ 2020.

bryce does ' christmas ‘ a little bit differently from the rest of the world: in ireland they call the epiphany on january sixth “ little christmas ” or “ women’s christmas ” ( as the women got to go out and have fun while the men stayed at home ) ; he places white candles in the windows on christmas eve ; he will say “ merry christmas ” in English , but often times says instead “ nollaig shona duit ” in irish ; by no means is bryce a christian or catholic , but christmas was a huge deal for his family when he was growing up and therefore there’s a love of it ingrained in him that he can’t shake ; his holiday decoration aesthetic and vibes are very much manly minimalist and rustic i guess , he’s a simple man honestly ; it has been named “ the best christmas song of all time “ and with this irishman fairytale of new york is the one song you are guaranteed to hear everywhere at christmas because christmas just wouldn’t be christmas without it ; fairy lights , crackling fires and creamy pints are perfect scene-setters for an evening of music at bryce winslow’s 

the christmas swim ; the irishman once said of his christmas swim: “ it was worth every second of arctic misery for the sense of achievement that followed. ” on christmas day , thousands of hardy souls used to creep down to the coast and throw themselves into sea ; the christmas swim is still one of bryce’s biggest traditions and up until this year he would do it in northwood lake ; the winter warmer ; there are few drinks as instantly delightful as hot irish whiskey punch ; made with whiskey , lemon , cloves and a touch of brown sugar ( if you need it ) , it warms you up from the inside out ; bryce makes it almost every day during winter and if you ask him there’s nothing like the scent of cloves to get you in the christmas spirit 

spiced beef ; the ultimate christmas dish for bryce and one that the irishman holds particularly close to his heart ; spiced beef is cooked with sugar , spices and berries and dates back centuries to a time when it was a way of preserving the meat ; today , the tradition continues and claims its place on a dinner table at houses all over ireland at christmas time , bryce makes it himself every year ; the christmas tradition of hanging a ring of holly on the door is thought to have originated in ireland , as it was a plant that was abundant on the island in december ; the day after little christmas bryce will bring the tree down @phqextras

At Morning, Take Warning...

A thick fog with a strange glow set over the city in the middle of the night. It dissipated as the sun rose above the horizon, but as the residents of Porthaven welcomed the new day it became immediately clear that something was different. Something was wrong. Mystiques are finding themselves with significantly heightened or reduced powers and some Mundanes have even begun displaying magic themselves. North Court Apartments has frozen over, nightmarish spirits roam the streets, the plants at Valley of Flowers won’t stop growing, a building on the edge of town is engulfed in untamable flames, inanimate objects at Mad Hattery & Tea Parlor seem to be talking, and much more. No one knows how or why it happened or how long it will last, only that it clearly has a magic source. Many residents believe the strange mist has something to do with the chaos occurring all over the city. Whatever the reason, it won’t matter unless a way to reverse what’s happening is found.

it's seemingly just another day in the AKIHABARA district, the clock nears rush hour steadily, the streets are getting crowded every second. soon, most of the employees will leave their workplace and scatter around the district in their own ways, some heading to eat, some heading back home. what people don't realize is the masked figures who loom in the shadows, waiting for the clock to strike the exact hour they have planned.

it's natural that the district is chaotic; with headquarters reaching the skies, corporations have thousands of employees leaving their posts, then there are many other smaller stores and restaurants littering the streets, waiting for their customers. you can find whatever you'd like here, no matter the time of the day, AKIHABARA never sleeps. billboards flash all colors imaginable, trying to get your attention one way or another, numerous advertisements for new movies, cosmetics, clothes — it's always an assault on all your senses. but citizens have grown numb, and go on with their own tasks.

as such, not many people notice the people in black; those who have masks pulled up to their faces, eyes covered by their hoodies. they wait, patiently, quietly, while ASANO GORO moves to the main street from the alley they were hiding in. one hand goes to his ear, and a hint of a smirk plays on his lips before he speaks. “NOW!” and just like that, chaos unfolds.