☠Thirteenth Reel: Charity Event! [OPEN]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Everyone and Anyone!
When: IC: 3/08/OOC: 9/16 & 9/17
Where: Various places, please look inside for event details!
What: A charity event to raise money to rebuild Cerealia!
Rating/Warning: Silliness, Embarrassment, Violence…if anything needs a higher rating, then please label your comments as such!



Today is the big day to put your mouth where your money is! Or something like that. Welcome to the first ever (??) Charity Event! Remember that it isn’t about winning, it’s about making the world you’re in now a better place until you leave!

Signups are still a thing, so hop on in! Spectators are welcomed! Voting for events will be hosted in this post, where comments will be screened.

Comments

[manolia]

I can tell - it's like you released some sort of energy, up there. [Energy, indeed - not just the physical energy of the music coming through the amplifier, but of... Something else.] Me, I release that energy through poetry - sometimes I think about setting it to a tune, but it never sticks.

Those lines about driving your car were quite invigorating, though, I must admit. [He leans in closer to settle a hand on England's shoulder, casting a teasing smile towards him. A performance just for your favorite Eliatrope?? also the only eliatrope here, but details, details.]

[unionjackoff]

[England looks interested when Chibi mentions that he can write. now that he thinks about it, the note Chibi left had been written like a poem. hn, he wishes that he'd been able to keep it]

You liked that one, eh? The band who originally did it is one of my favorites.

[manolia]

I did. [So they're not England's own lyrics, then? Chibi's a little disappointed, but interested that the music resonated enough with him to replicate it. He lets his hand slip from England's shoulder and back behind his head, leaning back.] Are they your people, or from somewhere else in your world? Just curious, really.

[unionjackoff]

My people, yes. [his eyes light up again, this time with pride] Lot of good music came out of my lands. [he cants his head, resting his cheek on his knuckles. fondly, a bit homesick] My people are extremely creative.

[manolia]

You've much to be proud of, then. My people's music varied a lot, from the upbeat dances of our festivals to the quieter songs of nature [i can't stop thinking about these goddamn singing flowers], but never quite as... It didn't have the edge I heard in that performance.

[Admittedly, sometimes Chibi wonders just how much culture, how much of their music and art might have been wiped out from the first Exodus. How much of their hearts were left behind on their homeworld, now lost to stasis and flame? How much of their People's soul is crystallized upon those shores?]

[Half of him wants to voice it aloud, but the other half decides against it. That secret's one too dear to be disclosed to anyone, not even most fellow Eliatropes.]

We were quite the partiers, though, lest you doubt that. But I think that's common to most societies.

[unionjackoff]

[the flatterer! England cannot hide the smug grin, though he's trying. it pleases him to know that Chibi was affected by his music, his presence. even if he doesn't place in the voting stage, he's already won. he wonders if he can seduce take things further...?]

What about you? [he narrows his eyes. suggestive? yes. definitely yes] Do you party?

[manolia]

[Take things a little further? Absolutely. This sort of confidence from England is new, and Chibi can't help but drink it in and respond in kind.]

Me? Well... [The nuance isn't lost on him, and it shows in how his body relaxes, feet apart, taking confident posture.] I've not really had a chance to go all-out in a long time, but I dance some. And I could still drink anyone here under the table.

[In more than one sense, probably.]

[unionjackoff]

[there's a surprise. not the dancing, but the drinking! for some reason, England couldn't see Chibi drinking anything alcoholic. why? well, he's not so sure. maybe because Chibi seems so laid-back and spiritual, England figured he didn't. it's good to be wrong every now and then.

he sits up now, amused] What's your poison?

[manolia]

[If you're not drinking, praying, and taking your clothes off, is it really an Eliatrope festival?]

Old ale or vermouth, when I'm taking it easy. [A little grin. With his stature, it's easy to see a few beers would go down pretty easily.] And when I'm not... Ah, what would be the word for it here? We had a liquor made from coconut sap, which is good alone, but exceptional with some lime juice. Kind of woody and floral-tasting, fresh, bit of vanilla to it.

And yourself, if I may be so bold to ask? [Not that he's shy; his tone shows he's anything but.]

[unionjackoff]

[coconut and lime? maybe a pina colada, or at least something like it. that's all that England can think of that has coconut in it, aside from maybe some other less popular drinks. either way, England would like to try it]

Mostly beer. Can't drink too much of it. [otherwise, he becomes... unruly. and not in a good way. that's definitely something England doesn't want Chibi to see] But I love a good ale. [he rests his chin in his hand, feeling homesick for his pubs] ...There was a really nice restaurant here, which served food that was like my own. It had some good beer. If it's not flooded out, we should go sometime.

[manolia]

[Arrack, actually! And he's not found it around here, which... Admittedly makes him a little homesick, too. He wonders what it'd be like to show England their temples, their initiation rites, Mount Zinit's shadow lit up with wakfu and dual moonlight.]

[But that is then, and this is now, and he has trained himself to focus on the present and the future.]

No tolerance, eh? [He's only teasing a little!] That's alright. If you remember what the place was called, let me know and I'll see, yeah? We can make it a date.

[unionjackoff]

[almost zero tolerance. England chuckles a bit nervously at the tease. but he relaxes when Chibi says the d-word. yes, please!]

I believe it was called the CERES Bulldog, and it was in the shopping district. It's what we call a pub back in my world.

[manolia]

[CERES in the name; of course. Chibi smiles, clearly delighted at the idea. He's not had a good drink with anyone in quite some time...!]

A pub... I'll let you know if it's open next time I pass by. [And on a whim, Chibi presses a little kiss to England's cheek: quick enough nobody will see, quick enough England might miss it if he blinks.] And I'll look forward to tasting food from your home.

[unionjackoff]

[yes, CERES in the name. CERES put their name on everything, even though they took cultures and foods from other worlds. it was something that got on England's nerves. but then, a lot of things about CERES got on his nerves.

enough about CERES, though, because England earned a kiss! and he's torn between being grateful for it being short, because they are in public, but also disappointed. the blush spreads across his cheeks, but he manages to keep relaxed enough, to give Chibi a fond smile]

Great. [he's a bit too flustered to think of anything else to say, and he could have thought of so many clever lines to reply to that. but yes! a date! and he's happy about that. awkwardly, he adds] I'm... just going to run back and get some more water. Maybe by that time, they'll be ready to announce the winner...

[manolia]

[See, there's the reaction Chibi was going for - that sweet blush, that smile...! He can't help turning away to hide his own silly grin. Leaving so soon, eh? There'll be more time for kisses later.]

[Now's the time for him to take his leave, and check out the rest of this little event while England collects himself.]

I'll be in touch, then. [And with a little wave, he's off, walking normally for a way and then leaping into a portal. True to his word, he'll be in touch soon...]

[unionjackoff]

[he only wants to leave before he makes a gigantic arse of himself. he could only keep up the confident act for so long, but when Chibi starts tossing kisses in there, England's going to lose his resolve. not that that is a bad thing!

and what a way to travel, huh? portals! that is so cool. his grin is kind of... dopey as he watches Chibi walk off. he finally seems to notice and quickly wipes it off his face before ducking off toward the stage again.

every now and then, England'll want to thank CERES for bringing him here. but then he remembers how awful CERES is, so he considers thanking something else...]

Until then.