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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

[newtimes]

( Something he's all too aware of, given some of his visitors at the museum. He's really proud, okay. And now that he knows about nations, he'd love to meet Japan too... )

That's right. Guns're stronger than swords so if ya wanted to be strong, ya had to use a gun! ( And he'll even draw his own. Don't worry, don't worry, he's not going to shoot he just wants to show off Smith and Wesson (-san). ) Which is why I have this too!

( Look at it, Vietnam, it's a classic. An actual classic. )

[tsuranuki]

[ Kumou. He runs the name through his mind, and he feels perhaps, maybe he's heard of it? Certainly it carries weight somewhere, in some world, but not his...

Except he has to let that thought go, in favour of answer that question. ]

Why did he threaten you?

[ Pause. ] I prefer Saitou. [ Only two people have ever called him Hajime-kun, and he is...reluctant to expand the list just yet. ]

[hoasen]

[Yeah...whoops, thanks Tieria.]

I will say it is teamwork. In a way, it is, no? [He bought the supplies, she did the work. Little does she know it might be needed very soon.]

I see, you are here to work. Do you normally like going to parties, though?

[dishonorstudent]

Wh-what..? Did ya have beef with him or something?

[ WHY NOT SMEAR FOUR-EYES, THEN. ]

[spes_phthisica]

[Souji lets out a small sigh of rather childish exasperation. He's not good at all at being circumspect, not good at talking around things and certainly not patient enough for it. It's never really been a part of his job description. So he might as well just come out with it and see how the man reacts.]

That's because the man with my name most likely looks very different in your world. And I'm asking your name because whoever I know by it probably looks rather different too.

[He smiles pleasantly, as if unaware that the previous sentence could have used some serious work to actually make sense.]

My name is Okita Souji, see?

[poised]

[ . . . . oho. That much manages to get her to smile faintly and curiously--]

Then what would you call it otherwise, sir?

[arcanaofdeath]

[The hair ruffle seems to catch Pharos off-guard and needs a second to reboot. This is a rather friendly first interaction and considering what Minato and Minako are like, especially when still half-asleep Pharos doesn't have a lot of experience with casual touching.

But he is clearly intrigued by Tenka's idea of a fancy party, lips curving into a smile. It does sound more like a party rather than a ball.]

Would you have worn something else to this event, had you been given the choice?

[poised]

[For the--

AND BEFORE SHE CAN EVEN SAY ANYTHING, that's a nue on her shoulders. She blinks in surprise for a moment before letting her fingers run over the fluff and even though they're gloved, she can feel the softness on her shoulders... Uwah...]

Ah, this is lovely...! Thank you, Shishiou. It's very kind of you.

[hoasen]

[Now she knows he's a sword, she wonders if she could visit him! Then again, she wouldn't have to visit him at a museum now he's right here. Even better, really. Also he'd probably love to harrass Japan.]

Oh, you are a fan of guns too? [She now moves in to inspect his CLASSIC BABY(-chan)] That's a beautiful gun. I haven't seen anything like it in a while.

[Seriously, she loves you modern guns, but some of you are so not as attractive.]

[rollin]

[ He'll punch him later when there are no witnesses. ]

No. He was just dancing...

[demonicbookworm]

<sub>[What do you mean by that. He lives by apologizing for things that aren't his fault. It's just how he is.

But he realizes he is probably annoying the other with this.]</sub>

S-sor--_{[Oh and here is was about to apologize again.]} I-I mean... a-alright.

_{[All the awkward.]}

[sunshrouded]

I'm not your suitor.

[He clears that up really fast?!]

Katsura-kun, I don't even celebrate Christmas....

[bropane]

Frankly? I'd call it impossible.

[ But that would be rude. Then again, he did say he'd be frank. ]

Then again, I guess it would be possible in this space. Not that any of this is real, anyway.

[sunshrouded]

[ . . . . . . WHY THIS.]

H-Ha...?! You don't recognize your aniki?!

[don't mind him, he thinks that's just the pieces of his heart shattered on the ground]

[tsuranuki]

It is close; I am from Keiou.

[ Just a few years in difference. ]

...you look like someone I know. [ He does have to point this out. When Saitou converses, there is usually a purpose. Unless the other person carries the conversation more (Person usually being Souji) and then he listens more than actually conversing.

And this is something that's been on his mind ever since he thought Kaoru was speaking to him, so forgive the abruptness of such a question. ]

[sunshrouded]

[ . . . . GODS? Bro.... Are you okay. Admittedly a lot of that does.... go over Tenka's head as he starts to worry about this kid's mental health. Friend, do you want to go see somebody--

That said, he's shaking his head faintly before he steps forward to offer Maga-Z back to this weirdo. Might as well return him to his mom.

And because Tenka's curious.....]

Yeah? How well do you speak tanuki? Because there's one around my family's shrine back home and I always wonder what he has to say about being in our family!

[newtimes]

So how're ya gonna get it?

( Does he have any tricks? Can you gamble here??? HE'S CURIOUS. )

[tsuranuki]

[ moved thread to overflow ]

[sunshrouded]

[ . . . . admittedly Tenka's starting to do the same thing, if a little... more slowly than Souda! What hooligans.]

Just don't get caught, my friend!!

[what a fast friendship]

[poised]

[ . . . hm. Then she rests her chin on her hand--]

Do you think you're dreaming? Or hallucinating?

[She's been here a while, friend, unfortunately it's all real.]

[dishonorstudent]

Annnnd... what, you wished you were him? That's why he had it comin'? Heh~

[hamham]

[Overflow over here!]

[You just have to get to know him, Tenka...you'll find his eccentricity charming once you're past the...eccentric part of it.

And the weirdo gladly accepts Maga-Z back, holding out a hand so the little hamster can hop from one man to the other, scurrying up his arm to bury back into his scarf.]

Tanuki...it would not be any challenge to converse with such a creature. With Cerberus on my side, understanding his descendents is as simple as understanding the basic principles of causality itself...

1/2

[tsuranuki]

Souji--?

2/2

[tsuranuki]

[ His eyes widen a fraction before he blinks.

And blinks again until the surprise is no longer on his face.

Under any other circumstances, Saitou would be pulling out his sword and demanding answers and explanations, with an accusation on the tip of his tongue about liars and imposters. These, however, are not normal circumstances. This is not his world, this is not home, and even those of the Shinsengumi he is familiar with...are they even really his? They seemed to be more familiar with this place and how it works...making it feel as if he has missed out on months, maybe years of something. So there's a feeling of detachment to everything, and it's still all sinking in. This is just one more knot to the mess that he can later spend time unraveling.

He slowly releases his grip on the hilt of his katana, and lets out a sigh. No point in leaving off his name, then. ]

Saitou Hajime.

[ Only an hour ago, he'd been talking to Souji...his Souji.

...actually, that doesn't even sound right. But just how else is he going to differentiate?

He ought to be demanding proof that you're for real, Souji. Some facts about Kondou, or Hijikata. But people didn't go around claiming to the First Division Captain of the Shinsengumi for no reason, if they couldn't live up to that name. ]

Is there another one of "me" in this place, then? [ Just out of curiosity. ]

[variform]

Oh?

[Family, huh. What a nice thing that he's never had. He might have quit, as well, although more so indirectly (and abruptly).

Really, though, he's a bit curious.]

Mm. . . I suppose that's true. Kinda boring, though, too. It's no fun at all to be so good at something, yet never be recognized.