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[poised]

Who: everyone, literally everyone
When: ooc: 04/25-04/26; ic: 12/26
Where: the Gardens
What: intro log + winter ball!
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let me know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)

//winterball.EXE Pimp My Party -- Royalty Style A few weeks prior to December 26th, an invitation went out to all whom already reside in Cerealia. In delicate, curling script, it read: You are cordially invited by Natalia L.K. Lanvaldear to a Winter Ball to be held on the Eve of December 26th in the Gardens. Dress in your best attire and enjoy a magical evening of dance and fine cuisine. What do you mean we should fuss about worlds being destroyed? Get into the holiday spirit, you scrooge! And in regards to the new-comers: whether you have been wandering Cerealia over the course of the past few days and managed to receive one of the later waves of invitations or have simply suddenly appeared in the gardens with nothing but the (hopefully…. appropriate….) clothes on your back, welcome. The gardens have been transformed through the work of slave labor condoned by royalty incredibly talented volunteers. A buffet line possibly a mile long, a sprawling dance floor with temporary wood placement to cover the grass, a lovely orchestra with scheduled interruptions of magic shows on the stage, and the entire thing lit gently with lights stretch the span of the main area of the garden. Not too far off, there are ponds and pathways that take you elsewhere into the foliage, but why would you go that way? The party’s right here! "Good evening, everyone!! Whether you are new to Tellus or old, I hope to find you in good spirits. Mind you, I do not intend to ignore the blunders of CERES nor the grave situation that new-comers have found themselves faced with. However I assure you that at this time, surrounded by these people, you are in good company. Please, dine and be merry - I believe some worlds celebrated a holiday yesterday! Get to know one another so we may strengthen our ties and stand firm against whatever this world may throw against us! Also try the salmon, it's absolutely divine. . . . How do I turn this off...? Should I just walk away?"

//SCENARIOS.EXE PHASE I [ xxxx ] Like any respectable ball, your entrance is announced as you walk right into the party! What do you mean you wanted to slip in unnoticed? That simply won’t do. Natalia managed to rope in someone – is that a Tellus native? – to do the honor of acknowledging your character as they make their debut to the ball. This guy is under strict orders to not miss a single soul. If your character doesn’t give him a name and title ahead of time, then he’ll just make something up. Think along the lines of Broseidon McSnootyname, Duke of Erectile Dysfunction-- What do you mean that’s not your name? PHASE II [ xxxx ] Absolutely no expense was spared when it came to making sure that the food here was the best that money could buy (or threats could extort). Guests can select from a menagerie of main dishes from all sorts of cultures, adorable desserts that look like woodland creatures alongside towering cakes, and even those fruity drinks with the little umbrellas on them. Pig out, you animals – but there’s also a wide selection of fine wine if your tastes and curiosities wander off in that direction…. What even is the drinking age in Tellus? Remember, folks, drink (ir)responsibly. PHASE III [ xxxx ] Well, it is a ball. If you’re interested in proper, classical styles of dance, there’s certainly an orchestra that’s dominating most of the night. One of their songs may or may not sound familiar. Spin around in your flurry of skirts and do the fairy tale thing if that’s what you came here for. Romance, or whatever. Waltz your heart out and don’t forget to point your toes! … that said, there’s also a separate sound system not too far, prepared in case the orchestra might want a break. It’s also not being watched too closely. Maybe put on something to liven up the dance floor? Or did someone ruin your fantasy by putting on something unbearably inappropriate? PHASE IV [ xxxx ] The gardens really are beautiful. Spread throughout the area and more toward the outskirts of the party, there are plenty of beautiful fountains with glittering, crystal clear water. In fact, it’s so clear that you can spot the occasional alien life form flitting through it amidst the lily pads and gently sweeping foliage. It’s so graceful, what beauty! Look at how it rises to the water and gently opens its mouth into a yawn and—tries to chomp anything within range right off with razor sharp teeth what the fuck, whatthefuck. It would appear that's not all, though. Whether you're ready to fight the creature or run screaming, you feel something slowly slide and curl around your arm or your ankle. Look on in horror as you turn your head and realize that it seems that the nearby tree has grown rather fond of you very quickly, to the extent that it will reach out and lovingly wrap its hentai tentacles around you.... Brings a whole 'nother meaning to 'tree hugger', doesn't it? BONUS [ whyo'clock ] Are you lost? Did you try to catch your breath away from the party and start to wander off despite all the cautioning not to? Or maybe you were trying to leave and took a wrong turn? Either way, you seem to have only found yourself deeper in the gardens now. Try not to breathe too deeply or… at all. If you can’t manage that though, it appears that you’ve stumbled upon the hallucinogenic plants of the garden. You start to see things that aren’t there – though whether you suddenly find yourself in a den of cougars lions or think that the person standing next to you is the biggest, cuddliest pile of adorable puppies in the world depends on the person. Hope you have a good trip, bruh. [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let me know (through FAQ comment or PM preferably!) if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so I can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE Welcome to CEREALIA's latest intro post! This one is player-run and all the basics have been laid out for you here. Absolutely feel free to come up with your own prompts, I just attempted to set the scenery! For your convenience, I whole-heartedly welcome questions and inquiries being directed to my attention here and I'll answer them to the best of my ability! Have a ball! Enjoy!! OVERFLOW IS HERE Move over at your captcha-free leisure!

Comments

OTA

[changeably]

Phase I.

[An excuse to dress up like this is one of Cynbel's favorite things, so he goes all out with an ankle-length robe and a headband in his otherwise loose hair.

None of that helps the announcer take him seriously, though, so he gets the title of LORD TOO SHORT TO FIND A DANCE PARTNER!]

That is completely uncalled for!

[Things are off to a great start already...]

Phase III.

[Despite the announcer's comments, he actually isn't bad at the dances that don't require partners. Somewhere along the way, he ditched his outer robe to move more easily, though he's still wearing a tunic underneath.

He moves quickly and carefully in the crowd, right up until he misjudges the distance for the next step and gets knocked into whoever is standing beside him. Hope you weren't standing too close to the drink table, stranger.]

Oh, my! I didn't see you there. Are you quite alright?

Phase IV.

[Well, that was terrifying and weird. Cynbel's not in the gardens, but returning from them, making sure to slam the door leading outside behind his back as tightly as he can. He looks pretty annoyed about it, and if you glance his way, he'll say without prompting:]

Really, now. I thought they reserved that sort of ridiculousness for ViViD and the pleasure district. I wouldn't suggest going out there, were I you.

phase i;

[flaredo]

I'll say-- [ And this comment comes from a flat-faced Yang Xiao Long, who also dressed for the occasion, parts of her hair twisted and pinned. ]

Considering I was just about to ask you for a dance.

[changeably]

Miss Yang!

[Big sis to the rescue again. He turns around, and then just... stares. Naturally, she's pretty, but he's never seen her dressed up like this before. It's kind of a shock.]

Oh... You look lovely!

[He'll get back to the dance comment in a second. Promise.]

[flaredo]

... I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended that you look so shocked.

[changeably]

Flattered, certainly.

[There's not even a second of hesitation there. He knows a mine field when he spots one, and he's not going to test her.]

It's only that I have never seen you go to such effort, and with how pretty you always are, it's quite the sight!

[flaredo]

Good save, you. [ Wryly stated, but she's grinning. ] And you look pretty fancy yourself!

[changeably]

I was merely being honest! And, well, it is a ball. How often do we have the chance to make the most of one?

[He's totally preening at the compliment, though.]

[flaredo]

Hardly ever!

... But you still owe me a dance, mister.

[changeably]

[He glances back at the announcer, frowning. He looks back to Yang with a smile and a hand held out towards her, because screw that guy and his stupid comments. They're going to dance anyway.]

If the lady insists, how can I refuse?

[flaredo]

[ Yang grins right back-- and then casually waves at the announcer as she accepts Cynbel's hand and leads him towards the dance floor, height difference be damned. ]

Don't worry, I'll treat you right.

[changeably]

[Just don't hurt your back leaning over too far, Yang.]

Should that not be the other way around?

[Nobody can say Yang isn't princely enough to pull it off, but isn't that usually the guy's line?]

[flaredo]

Can't it be both? [ That makes sense to her. ]

IV

[eyelineronpoint]

[Gaara was just about to escape into the night air, away from all the noises and smells and people and music he doesn't know or understand and frilly clothes. Just go be one with nature like a hippy, but then this short stack ducks in here and slams the door and blocks the way.

And then he says that.




omigosh now he has to go outside] Why?

[changeably]

[Cynbel looks up at Gaara and pauses in surprise. That's a nice tattoo. Well, maybe this guy can take whatever's out there, but he should be warned.]

Do you have any fondness for your appendages and keeping them attached to your person?

['Cause going out there is going to risk them, at minimum.]

[eyelineronpoint]

I'll be fine, [Gaara says with the kind of confidence that belongs to either the truly capable or the truly stupid. He does a little jerk-movement with his head. Scoot.]

[changeably]

Will you really? You are certainly very confident.

[He moves far away from the door to open it, but he doesn't sound like he believes Gaara at all.]

[eyelineronpoint]

[punk did you just

Gaara makes maybe a hint of a face that might be a sneer as he grabs the door and opens it to stick his head out and assess the situation.]

Quit being mysterious. What's out here?

[changeably]

[He sure did.]

Plants and fountains full of fish, naturally. It is a garden, after all.

[Okay, now that comment was just teasing. He should give Gaara a better one.]

The trees have a habit of grabbing you by the ankles, however, and that may give the fish the chance to take off your fingers with their surprisingly large teeth.

[eyelineronpoint]

[Leveling his most unimpressed I'm-better-than-you look at this guy, just because he feels a little slighted after that sass.] Hmph. Is that all? [there's an insult in there. gaara. stop picking fights.]

[changeably]

[Cynbel doesn't take offense to the insult, even though he knows it's there. He's weak, compared to just about everyone here, and he knows it. As long as he doesn't end up dead, that's fine by him.]

They don't concern you, I take it. Do you intend to go out there, anyway?

[On the other hand, if Gaara's going to try to face off with the garden, he'll totally follow along to watch.]

[eyelineronpoint]

Did you see anyone else out there?

[changeably]

I could not say for certain that they are still out there, but...

[He shrugs. There might have been, maybe. He's not sure, considering how busy he was trying to keep himself out of trouble, but who knows? If it gets Gaara to show off, Cynbel's alright with fudging the truth a bit and letting Gaara draw his own conclusions.]

[eyelineronpoint]

[Continued here!]

phase i

[nostatus]

Ah, don't worry, it's alright!

[ Shinpachi is grinning at Cynbel.. and he's trying to be reassuring here. Really. He's being nice since he doesn't tease kids that harshly unless he knows they can handle it, so he's genuinely trying to be nice here.. ]

You're way too young to dance with a woman like that, anyway!

[ .. even if it's an attempt and a definite miss right after. You tried, Shinpachi. ]

[changeably]

(Continued here.)