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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!

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[ He’ll watch calmly and calculatingly. Measuring Kaneki’s movements but never budging from his position. Though his eyes flicker with something akin to acknowledgement based on what the other says. ]

…I see.

[ He probably doesn’t remember any of it, but Arima has to see when and where this Kaneki is apparently from. Would he have to take his life again? That definitely depends on this fact alone. However he can’t deny that having a half-ghoul running around here isn’t somewhat dangerous. He doesn’t know of the mental state of the other. But given how this conversation is going…he doesn’t think it’s too terribly far gone. ]

It seems you are from an early time. [ There's no other explanation for it otherwise. This place was certainly intriguing if nothing else. Without the CCG here and without the lingering effects of Aogiri to tamper with things, his mind wanders to the fact of whether or not he would need to hunt ghouls here at all. The Kaneki he sees before him now was nothing like the one he met so long ago in that tomb. It was different now, his thoughts on the matter. This young man who came from terrible circumstances...would he have to change and seal away his life again here? He speaks to him as if he were Haise because that's all he's known of the young man before him. A falsified shell entrapping a raging monster within it. But this is not the monster he saw that day. ]

You recall nothing of our battle, then. [ Perhaps a slight question to jog his memory might suffice to bring out whatever may lurk within. Perhaps then he might have reason to fight...even if he's not sure whether or not that needs to happen here. ]

[with a sweeping gesture, that he only stumbles through a little, he slips a hand around her waist and waltzes her more or less expertly into the flow of the music. That they almost ram another couple well...almost isn't exactly, is it?]

Enjoying yourself, my love?

Oh, I see. [Oz had helped England, too, even if it was just for an hour. he looks around, taking in the ball's decorations again] What was it you did?

[seriously! even France is older than England... maybe not by much, but]

I think it looks brilliant. You all did a fine job. Reminds me of home, really.

Um... no.

[JUST NO.]

You can't tell either, can you?

[oh, are there things to fight? He hadn't noticed. But he might have thrown up on them. God he had...to much...of everything]

Namuuurrr

[flops over the Fishman's back not entirely too careful of his dorsal] Save me, mon ami.

[He's about to voice some agreement there - it must be true, considering Melonslasher Mitsutada ruined one of his shirts just a day prior - but the interest in his sword is enough to take his attention away from that particular topic. Kashuu can usually tell when someone is or isn't capable of holding themselves like a samurai, so the statement itself doesn't come as much of a surprise. Maybe he's interested? Impressed?]

Mmm-hm. [His shoulders square a little, jaw tilted up at a somewhat prideful angle.] If anyone's gonna lose a hand, at least it won't be to an ugly blade.

[Except for the part where it still involves loss of hands, but hey, Kashuu sure doesn't seem to be focusing on that... The important part is that he looks good while doing it!!]

[maybe you can eat it]

Correct. Most people here seem to come from the year 2000 or later, but I'm from a time at least two hundred years before then.

[man what is wrong with this place? Just where is he anyway? Usopp has been wandering for a while trying to get some scope of how to get back when he hears her. It takes him a second to figure out what he's seeing and then he jumps]

Ah, yeah sure! [he jogs over, grabs the tree's ~~manly~~ branch and pulls his heels digging against the earth] How did you [grunt] end up like this anyway?

Edited 2015-04-26 08:10 (UTC)

[Yamato Nadeshiko act THAT'S NOT A REASSURING THING TO HEAR. Kaoru doesn't take a step back because he sure doesn't know this lady or how she might react. At least she's being covert for now, but he's definitely leaning somewhat in a way that says "NO....."]

I don't understand what you mean...

[Okay but more importantly, how much does this person know about him if she knows his personality is an act. There have been a couple people who remember him, and a few who have been able to figure out his gender, but no one who's been able to pinpoint the heart of the falsities.]

[Sakamoto stares blankly at the glass of whatever alcohol was being served, which is now in his hand. He'd picked it up while he was fooling around.]

We have to pay for these?

[A FAILURE.....

Kaoru looks a little concerned to hear that! Even if it's not super surprising at all, good lord. Someone help this man x2 electric boogaloo.]

Do they know that? It sounds like it might be a dangerous thing, to ignore the sort of discussions that are held at such gatherings... Please keep yourself safe, Tenka-san.

[Will he survive going back to his home world?? Kaoru would probably put his bets on "nah".]

[ The moment Horikawa heard that name... A noticeable change crosses his facial features. The guarded look was short-lived. He thought at this moment now, is this why there's a strange sensation panning through his chest? As despite the difference of time, dimensions, and worlds... Ultimately, there's something that connects everything together; something so deep that he can never understand. That holds true, especially in this moment. Souji Okita... Even though this... this isn't the one that he's familiar with, there's still something incomprehensibly familiar at the same time. That doesn't make any sense, but it does at the same time.

He blanks out. He could only stare with that dumbfounded expression, unsure of how to adjust to this at all. They were... so ready to accept that they wouldn't see familiar faces anymore. They secured that with their actions. It's what they were given life for... It's what their new purpose is, until they once again fade away from existence. What are they fighting for? That purpose hasn't changed. Yet... to see something like this before him, it just draws an unknown feedback across his mind. The mixture of violent emotions are slowly catching up to him, even though he's doing his best to remain calm. ]

Ah...

[ He blinks rapidly about three times, then lowers his gaze. His face feels a little hot. No... No, don't feel this way. He shouldn't feel this way. He's already decided to leave the past as the past. This is horrible... Though, thankfully, his strong-will overpowers everything else. He can still manage. He needs to straighten up, he repeats this to himself numerous times. Eventually, he lifts his eyes once more to meet with the young man's before him. Souji... Okita. Even though he's not the same one he's seen, the overall aura is frighteningly familiar. Like a ghost that crossed the mirror.

No... A ghost wouldn't be this beautiful. ]

M-My apologizes! I'm, I'm terribly sorry for being unable to tell at all...!

[ How terrible. Out of respect and heavy guilt for being unable to tell right away, Horikawa falls on his knees and bows deeply on the floor. It didn't matter if people looked over. He wanted his feelings to come across. He's sincerely sorry for being unable to recognize him at all, even if it's not his fault. ]

[He is currently pretty drunk, but with enough coffee in him that it only shows through a slightly glazed expression and what can be termed a sailor's swagger. But he is a pirate, so it's nothing he can't take pride in. He spots Souza and makes his way over, sweeping into a bow]

May I have the honor, Souza-san?

( Head tilt

Blink

Crossing his arms... or at least, the best he can with one hand on one arm. But he looks thoughtful. He has to consider this... )

Well, I guess it depends.

( Hrngh... frowning. This is a hard question. )

The old man's a hero now but he still broke a lotta big rules. ( Except maybe to his enemies, some of which are in this cereal box he'll learn, sigh. ) 'nd not everyone really forgave him, so...

( Just a sigh. His old man deserves better. )

Would it stop ya?

Of course you do, silly. [ ... ] Although, I'll give you that a public ball isn't the best of places to be discussing this sort of thing, right?

[ Her thought process will eventually boil down to 'nah I won't blurt it out in public it's way funnier to just mock him in private tbh', save urself princess murdermachine.... ]

I can tell ya're totally full of it.

( "All on my side" yeah right. )

[he doesn't have much of an idea of what's going on and definitely isn't dressed for the occasion having just arrived, but he can't help but notice that she looks a little lonely when everyone else is having a great time]

Nice music, huh?

[which is kind of a lame opener but he is still a bit dazed from, well, everything]

[Souji huffs out a quieter laugh, slyly placing one finger across his lips and nodding.] I promise I shall be very careful with what I say.

[Lies. He enjoys poking fun at people, and will probably reference the 'baby of the family' thing as soon as an opportunity arises. But for what it's worth, there won't ever be any real malice behind it, and he won't aim for causing any real hurt or upset. He just likes driving people up a wall. ~~Congratulations, Haru, another person you still qualify as the responsible adult next to. At least he's not centuries old.~~

He looks childishly exited by the idea, because the loneliness of this place really has been getting to him, and getting invited over to what seems like a big, noisy, complicated family... well, it sounds about as close to home as he can get in Cerealia.]

I'm looking forward to it. I've spoken a bit to Souza-san - he was the one who told me about Kashuu - and I've run into a couple of others here tonight, so it seems like fun. Oh, wait! [Getting suddenly to his feet, he immediately sinks into a deep, graceful bow.] Thank you kindly for your very generous invitation. [He pauses, the solemn formality bursting like a soap bubble, turning into a soft giggle instead.] There, now it's official.

Edited 2015-04-26 08:24 (UTC)

[You know who else was wishing he was wearing more comfortable clothes right now? Pharos. He really wanted to try dressing up for an event like this one and he did derive some enjoyment from it.

But he really wishes he was in his jammies right now. They're less stuffy, easier to move in and overall better than the tiny suit.

Tired of watching everyone twirl around and around like little figurines stuck to a music box, Pharos wanders over to the one person who also doesn't seem to be dancing, meeting his strained sounding question with a small smile.]

Are big parties always like this? [Answering a question with a question. A non-answer.]

[Princess murdermachine would like nothing more than exactly that...

But tragically, this is the sort of situation that he can't just run away from! This person could know things!! Though she's at least being strangely mindful now... Strangely, because if she does know at least some of what he suspects, surely she wouldn't be on good terms with him. Unless she's just as much of a shithead?? That sure would be nice, he could use some bulk in the shithead rankings with Vincent gone.]

...I had been on my way to the gardens for some air, though I'm not adverse to company.

[Kaoru's expression remains relatively demure, but there's a sharpness in his stare now, cautious and calculating.]

[ . . . . ]

Ah, I see.

[Well, it's at least a good enough answer that she'll retract her hand and place it against her cheek instead as she hums in thought. This man didn't want to scare anyone, at least, and it sounds as though this 'old man' of his - probably his owner if he's a sword - was a rebel of sorts but Natalia is understanding enough to not want to pass judgment on merely that.

Hm.]

... did your 'old man' [yes, she uses airquotes] hope to instigate change, then?

[Why does this thought keep slipping through his fingers? Pharos closes his eyes momentarily to push the pressure on his mind away, blinking up at Minako curiously once it has lessened.]

I...

[It's rare to see him thrown for a loop but Minako has done it. There is a part of him which would like to try the cake, would like to indulge in something very human but... He shouldn't. And yet he wants to.]

Edited 2015-04-26 08:31 (UTC)

[ Yuyuko being Yuyuko, she picks up on the implications pretty quickly. ]

Oh, then I'll join you. I need to think of a creative way to introduce myself again.

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