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« intro ⇢ winterball.exe »
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)
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
 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
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx PHASE II [ xx PHASE III [ xx PHASE IV [ xx BONUS [ why[ 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. ] |
xx ] 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?//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! |
flynn scifo | ota!
[a ball. odd as going to one feels (poor kids and balls aren't exactly a thing), it isn't something that could get passed up, either. mingling and getting to know people can't hurt. plus, there is the matter of the musical...
rather than dwell on the inevitable awkwardness, taking in the scenery takes priority as he arrives. looking the part of prince charming, flynn's clad in a pristine looking tuxedo, one pressed and properly buttoned and all. a formal gathering deserves formal attire, even if CERTAIN people might have tried to argue otherwise. good thing the battle of the tuxedo was a victory and yuri got his butt in one in eventually. well worth the headache.
the greeter barely receives attention past being given a name. way too much to take in for him to care. it's honestly overwhelming. everything is so fancy and impressive and plent--]
Attention! Announcing the arrival of Flynn Scifo, Toaster Emperor of the Night Life.
[any gawking at the scene comes to a screeching halt. turning attention toward the greet reveals them having found nothing wrong with that title. flynn tilts his head while appearing completely and utterly confused.]
...Toaster Emperor of the Night Life?
[the title has him so mesmerized that the fact he may be blocking someone's path doesn't register. really though, what the hell...?]
phase ii.
[post christmas dance (which went well!! awkward but promise was fulfilled) has flynn wandering around and trying to get at the buffet, a task far harder than anticipated. every attempt to get closer fails due to people coming over to chat him up. several ladies and even a few guys ended up asking him for a dance, too. guess that song and dance number went better than he thought.
as this dance ends, flynn's eyes dart to the food tables after bidding this partner a hasty farewell. he frowns heavily upon noticing the distance. damn, farther now than before. come on, flynn, you can do this. right. he can and he WILL. his eyes dart around, seeking out the best strategy to make it there and satisfy the need for food. okay, he's led a bloody army so he can damn well get some food at a party.
...maybe walking faster than normal can't hurt, though. one final deep breath and go!! agilely moving through the crowd, mr. popular hopes beyond hope that food will finally be his...]
ii
W-Whoa! [She shouted before trying to make way for Flynn. Of course, that didn't stop her from stumbling on her feet! Quick, do something!]
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thank god for quick reflexes. without missing a beat, flynn reaches out to instinctively try to steady her. since both hands are out of reach, the only option left is snaking an arm around her waist. success!! but wow, good job, self, almost knocking the poor girl over in the over-eagerness to eat. a note gets made to move quickly BUT with more tact next attempt.]
Are you okay?
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i
Trust me, the ones that don't make sense might be the better ones...
[Hinata's saying it with something like a grimace, as though he's happened to get a title that... no, actually, he doesn't want to think about it. Yes, the past... it's in the past.]
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Are the ones that do somehow worse?
[confusion is present both on his face and in his voice. how can sensible titles be worse than being called a toaster? ...does he really even want to know?]
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[T-that's the impression that he's been getting thus far. Not his own b-because that one definitely didn't make sense (he's still so scandalised by it I can't even tell you in the brackets) but the others he's been hearing...]
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Maybe they should consider a change of greeter.
[someone a little more eloquent and less... this. another beautiful intro comes just then and flynn can't help but pity the person. they got saddled with a nonsensical but embarrassing one.]
Was your own experience just as bad?
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[There's a look on his face in that moment that says "please don't ask me about it I may or may not die of embarrassment".]
But I don't think too many people heard mine, so I'm probably safe...
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ii
...Which means just as he might be reading for the last piece of steak.... there's someone else next to him in a balck suit whose fork is already in it. She gives Flynn a stern look before... oh she recognizes him. ]
Flynn?
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...only for another fork to beat him to the punch. dammit. moping at the loss of that beautiful piece of meat gets caught short when the other person speaks. that voice, he knows it and turning to look at the person reveals a familiar face.]
Saber?
[a worthy rival for the meat, at least. ah, maybe he should lower his fork instead of just hovering with it like an idiot. his expression turns in an apologetic smile.]
Sorry, please go ahead and take it.
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No, it is the last one, we should split it.
[ That only seems fair! ]
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