☠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

[fierybluebird]

[YEAAAAAAAY!]

[BIRD SHARK BRO HUGS AND SNUGGLES FOREVER.]

[Yeah Marco will totally get on that moving you thing.]

[Right after he gets his fill of snuggles.]

[Spoilers: He's never full.]

[GIVE HIM YOUR LOVE AND CUDDLES.]

[Marco mumbles something in chirps, but you know, fat lot of good that does.]

[BUT THEN he takes Namur up on the first part.]

[And sings phoenix lullabyes to him.]

[You're welcome.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Lord of the Sea don't honk that jazzy shit at him and make a bigger spectacle damn it. This is a thing he can't help and you, his brother, are not helping.

It sounds nice though, and Namur starts kind of cuddling to the beat of it. Because it's also amazing. He needs it everywhere. Oh his shoulders and his back and his fin, at least. Stupid clothes get in the way, especially these ones, thick and heavy with clinking beads. This is not a thing he would wear, who put him in it? Ah, who cares? It's coming off.

Spoilers: it's also a one piece jumpsuit so please Marco, for the love, stop him. Don't stop him. No, seriously, please bro. Help.]

[fierybluebird]

[Wow.]

[You are going to hate yourself in the morning.]

[And more importantly, hate Marco.]

[Time to get you home you feverish little fish.]

[Marco switches back, laughs quietly so Namur won't worry, and does his best to steer him.]

What I wouldn't give to be more Jozu's size sometimes, eh?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur lets himself be steered to a point. It's more like he just starts circling around in a crouch, rubbing his sides and his fin against Marco like an attention starved cat. He chuckles.]

That's what she said.

[Er, no wait that doesn't work. Ehhhh oh well.]