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[ OPEN ] CULTURAL FESTIVAL
Who: Anyone and everyone! Yes, even you.
When: IC Date: 6/9 || OOC Date: 3/20
Where: Centered in CERES Academy but spilling out into the streets!
What: It's all fun and games until someone chokes on cotton candy or gets a black eye from jousting. The player plot of the cultural festival!
Rating/Warning: Totally PG, family-approved fun! Please poke me if this changes.
Flyers have been up for the past two weeks, students have been all atwitter (whether this is good or bad chatter is up in the air), outside help has been enlisted by a bunch of weird adults and finally the day has dawned upon us.
The cultural festival is here.
And it looks like stepping into an alternate dimension of Cerealia, a far cry from the Hunger Games that many had to endure just days ago - and maybe that's the whole damn point. Wander around, have some greasy comfort food, and win a stuffed animal to muffle your tears into or something. It's all gonna be okay.
When: IC Date: 6/9 || OOC Date: 3/20
Where: Centered in CERES Academy but spilling out into the streets!
What: It's all fun and games until someone chokes on cotton candy or gets a black eye from jousting. The player plot of the cultural festival!
Rating/Warning: Totally PG, family-approved fun! Please poke me if this changes.
Flyers have been up for the past two weeks, students have been all atwitter (whether this is good or bad chatter is up in the air), outside help has been enlisted by a bunch of weird adults and finally the day has dawned upon us.
The cultural festival is here.
And it looks like stepping into an alternate dimension of Cerealia, a far cry from the Hunger Games that many had to endure just days ago - and maybe that's the whole damn point. Wander around, have some greasy comfort food, and win a stuffed animal to muffle your tears into or something. It's all gonna be okay.
I » PREGAME-FESTIVAL Let's back up a little bit. Set-up for the festival was intended to begin at 8 PM the night before to allow all groups an hour - maybe even two! - to set up their booths so that everything could be pristine and ready. . . . . Of course that didn't happen. So here you are, in the gym of the school where it looks like a crafts store went to die. Don't slip on the glitter glue! Don't touch that feather boa, the drama club might need it! Is that a soccer ball while everyone else is trying to prepare? Do you want to die? The clock continues to tick later and later, a groan coming from everyone in the room when it strikes 3 AM, but there's nonetheless an air of dedication here. Everyone's working - are you? - and this seems like a great time for caffeine overdose and some late night confessions.
II » WELCOME Whether it was through hard work or sheer dumb luck, the festival is underway!! There are sounds of yelling, students competing for patrons - "Care to have your fortune read?" or "Check out this kickass magician!" - or cries of defeat - "That balloon game was impossible - how am I going to get my McCeres plushie now?!" and "What's up with that scavenger hunt?" - You can already hear the sizzle of deliciously greasy food in the distance mixed in with whatever terribly Teen Pop mix they've got playing in the background. It's a little hard not to feel excited! Or... maybe it is, given the fact that you might not have wanted to end up here in the first place?! But the festival is spilling out into the streets! Pushy teenagers and teachers alike might've just tried to corral you in here like cattle to a brightly-colored, teeny bopper slaughter....
But if you look like you're not at all interested in having fun, this may be the time when a snowball smacks you right in the back of the head, suddenly implanting the idea of.... fun?
III » INFLATABLE HELL Whether you were running after reading some horrible gossip about you or getting way into playing the part of a fleeing criminal in the mock trial, you've found yourself in what every single carnival needs and deserves: a bounce house. But wait - that's not all?! Apparently this is some kind of inflatable course from hell as you realize that once you enter, there's even more waiting for you. Yes, that's right, welcome to the squishiest obstacle course of your life. When you make it to the end, you still have one last task: joust for your honor against the person that you've ended up with or break out your intense sumo knowledge for the exact same thing. The student overseeing this area just nods solemnly with an air of 17-year-old sage wisdom. "There can only be one."
IV » ANIME FOOD So that's what you're here for. Well congratulations friend, they've got every sort of carnival contraption or festival delight and dish - apparently this is where the culture can be found! But... but oh god, what's that? The hell is that?! Apparently there's an eating competition for these heart attacks if you really wanna try your luck.
Also hey - is this cotton candy really sticky to anyone else? Careful, don't reach too close to that other person or you just might end up stuck together...?!
V » AFTERPARTY So... where were you after the school festival officially concluded? Were you in the middle of a food coma? Were you trying to steal a giant sumo suit before they could be closed down? Were you caught on the ice of the frozen swimming pool? Drowning under the weight of discount flowers? Hopefully, you're not caught up in the craziness of a cleaning crew turned cleaning competition... or are you?
Either way, there's no way that this party is going to end with a fizzle.... but rather with a bang! Literally. The sky is lit up with a sudden firework, followed by another and anotherandanotherandanother-- except don't those... seem to be a little close? They're deafeningly loud and blindingly beautiful and perhaps that what covers up Lili's distressed screech of, "Those weren't authorized!" Hopefully all the little sparks extinguish in the air before they get too close... Kindly help make sure nothing catches on fire? Stand there and actually enjoy the show? Start a lawsuit for your sudden bout of blindness and deafness? Your move.
VI » WILDCARD ME UP For the record, there is a medical tent for anyone who gets a little tooviolentexcited during the events. And besides all the festivities mentioned here, there's also the typical bunch of carnival games and prizes, too. Maybe even a maid cafe. Also hey, is that smell of something burning... normal? Do we have a fire on our hands?! Or is there some other type of carnival gimmick that you really love but didn't get written up here? Feel free to make it right on up! Have fun, everyone!
i.
That is, he's only here at the set-up because Lili asked him to be, though if you asked either of them you'd get a lot of "it wasn't for him/her" and "it isn't as though I'm that interested!!" and all of those other very tsunnish responses.
Regardless, what really matters is that he's here, he doesn't do super well without sleep, and so he accepts the drink absently without thinking twice even though he...also doesn't like coffee... good job, Leon, why don't you actually pay attention.
He takes a sip.
And there isn't even a pause between that and him spitting it out, making the most disgusted face possible.]
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except it's.... promptly spat out............ WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.
his quick dodge to the side is instant in order to avoid being spat on, letting out this startled shriek and glancing back at leon like, did you really have to do that? and i could have died! (well, he wouldn't have died, but his jacket would have died, which holds just as much importance to him as himself, anyway.)
he's sure that these drinks weren't expired, since he checked all of the dates on the cans himself; and since they're not expired, that can only mean one thing, in his world of overly simple logic. ]
If you didn't like it, you could've said something!!
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What is this?! What are you trying to give me?
[This is your own fault in a lot of ways, Leon...]
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It's coffee! Co-ffee. Don't you know what it is?
[ coffee, meet leon. leon, meet coffee. ] It's stuff that keeps you awake when you're really sleepy.
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[God....!! He's an Adult, Tsurumaru, an Adult!!!
Clearly. By his mature and adult-ish reactions here. What he doesn't know are double shot espressos...those are an adventure.]
... I don't need anything like that. I am fine.
[Also, he can't take the bitterness, but he can't admit it either.]
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[ he's an adult!! a very adult-y adult who clearly knows how to handle his bitter coffee... he's also a very angry adult, as tsurumaru's noticed.
as if to compensate him, he holds out the can of mocha towards leon, wondering if he'd accept it instead. ]
If espresso isn't your thing, I have these sweeter drinks. I was saving them for the younger children, but I don't suppose it'd hurt to give you one, too.
[ he says that as politely as he can, but you know... he can only make that sound so polite. ]
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[SO THERE.... LEAVE HIM ALONE...
He's holding the drink Tsurumaru gave him before more tightly at that, and after a long moment, he steels himself. He's not a child. He's not taking the sweeter drinks meant for children. He is sixteen he's an adult.
So after a moment to steel himself as long as he can, he grabs the espresso more tightly and downs it.
Thanks Tsurumaru, you're a good influence.]
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except that these cans aren't the tiny, 6.5-ounce ones; they're the tall, entire 15 ounces, and tsurumaru's going to go out on a limb here and guess that those ones probably aren't supposed to be consumed that quickly...
so when leon drinks it all in one go, there's this panicked look on his face, like oh god, did he really just do that... but he pulls his expression into a wide smile, giving leon a thumbs up with his free hand. ]
Er... no one usually drinks that all in one go, but hey! Good for you, you're tough.
[ but, you know, he's still kind of worried, so after a few more seconds, he's going to ask: ]
...You're feeling okay, right?
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Leon regrets his actions as soon as the taste hits him; the nausea hits next and then he regrets things even more. It's with an extreme force of will that he doesn't spit it out. Or immediately choke it right back up.
That'd be disgusting, but somehow he manages to resist.
He's definitely suffering through, and he needs a long moment before he can open his mouth to speak. Geh....]
I'm... fine. [Obviously!!! Totally fine (he's not fine).]
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but if he can give this same drink to sayo without any regret, leon will surely be fine...
...on second thought, maybe he's in that limbo state of being tired and energized and not really fine. either way, despite what he says, one look at his face tells tsurumaru that he is very much still suffering. but tsurumaru, being tsurumaru, is going to be more irritating than helpful. ]
Really? Are you sure? You don't sound fine at all... It's like you've never had an espresso before.
[ or a really big can of espresso. all in one go. ]
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Ugh...........]
I already [Guh... he feels like he's going to throw up] --told you! I'm fine.
[He's going to go pass out somewhere after the energy crash, and it'll be all Tsurumaru's fault.]
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(and then, tsurumaru will probably be scolded by a bunch of people, so he has to run before then...)
but he simply glances back at leon with an innocent, thoughtful expression, as if he'd done nothing wrong at all, beaming at him way too brightly. ]
Is that so? Then, Mystery Boy A — unless you'd like to fill in your own name here — I'll help you out with your booth. What are you working on?
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He scoffs faintly at that--at both parts of that, crossing his arms with the most unimpressed expression he can manage when he's still in the process of trying not to grimace from the espresso. It's a feat of strength to be sure.]
My name is Leon Magnus. [Ugh.] And I do not have a booth here--this sort of thing does not interest me.
[You know. Fun. He's not interested in fun.]
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Oh, geez... that's no fun. [ well, at least he's honest. ] It's not good to delude yourself like that, you know?
[ so he reaches over towards the booth next to him, which currently seems to be functioning as a storage table, rather than an actual booth... as a result, there are piles and piles of festival decorations, all stacked on top of each other; and after some rummaging, he pulls out two large feather boas — one pink, and one white.
because in order to start having fun, you have to look stylish while having fun... right? ] Do you prefer this color, or this color?
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Because Tsurumaru is here.
Leon hesitates as he pulls out the feather boas, eyes widening a little as he stares.]
What are-- [Those...things... NO NEVER MIND HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW.] You must be joking, I have no interest in anything like that.
[Though you'd imagine by his stupid pink cape that it's pink, no... he doesn't actually like pink.
But especially he doesn't like boas.]
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before launching into Plan "consider hot glue -ing the boa onto him" B, he's still frowning from having been turned down. he needs an explanation. why is leon so cruel? ]
What, do you not like it? They're pretty and fluffy, and I thought you'd like it... Is it the material? Or the color?
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Leon just scoffs at that, though, totally oblivious to the horrors of plan B.]
It is a waste of my time, and I am not interested in wearing something so gaudy and childish. Now leave me alone.
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so tsurumaru looks towards the pile again, reaching beneath it for The Hot Glue Gun of Festival Terror, before turning towards leon brightly. ]
Well, then... I didn't want to have to do this, but how do you feel about hot glue guns?
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...Excuse me?
[His eyes are naturally drawn to the Hot Glue Gun of Festival Terror as Tsurumaru turns back towards him... why this.]
Are you threatening me?
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Who, me? I'd never. [ just look at him... he's the picture of innocence, he can do no wrong? ]
You can also ask one of the people that I've already ended up gluing... it was for a different reason, but I think — I think some of their hair fell off.
[ so he gives leon this smile, the type of smile that looks too kind and polite to be true. ] That's a terrible fate, don't you think?
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If you take a single step closer, I will make you taste the edge of my blade.
[DON'T COME ANY CLOSER, Leon's eyeing that hot glue gun so warily... but, of course, Leon's got a talking sword, even if most people can't hear him, it's free game for other swords--and Chaltier doesn't much like this situation.
"Young master! We're in public, please be careful--!"
oh yeah maybe waving a sword around in public isn't the wisest move.]
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— except, something speaks, and it isn't leon or tsurumaru. it's enough to make him pause, glancing curiously at the source of the noise, which seems to be coming from... well, there's nothing there, other than a sheathed sword. ]
Your sword is... [ he tries again. ] It's talking?
[ JUST WHAT IS GOING ON..... ]
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Leon frowns tightly, but sighs and draws his sword.]
Chaltier.
[Chal, on the other hand, is so much a cinnamon roll--he's excited to be heard.
"Oh, you can hear me too? It's nice to meet you! I'm Pierre de Chaltier."
Okay so maybe Chal's extra excited because this situation isn't careening towards a trainwreck as quickly anymore.]
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Ooh, you're much more pleasant than your owner. [ of course, he only has the kindest words to exchange with chaltier, well within leon's hearing range. ]
I'm a sword, just like you. My vessel's somewhere else, but the fact that I can hear you proves it, right?
[ a pause, and then a glance back up at leon, then back at chaltier, and what he asks next might not make too much sense — since for all he knows, leon is the new and upcoming saniwa... with saniwa summoning powers. ]
Did he summon you?
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"Oh, I'm not a tsukumogami like you. I'm a Swordian! We're something different, but the young master is my master even if he didn't have to summon me."
Good enough, it's an explanation that Leon will accept--
"But please don't be too hard on the young master... he's a really good per--"
Okay no not okay.]
Chal! You talk too much!
[no he's just Leon's biggest fanboy aside from Stahn....the Struggle.]
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