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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!

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phase iii;

[tuberculosis]

[it's happened time and time again for souji—stumbling upon saitou in some unexpected place and playing this game again. this would be the fourth time (twice in haven, and now two here in cerealia) where they meet again.

it's for that reason that souji isn't nearly as surprised as he could be, but all the same, it also leaves him skeptical. he doesn't have much faith that any of those times—not even the fact that up until a few weeks ago, they'd been sharing a room—would be recalled. there's an expectation of starting fresh again, of having to explain himself and things, of having to clue saitou in to some of the hardships he's faced in the last year. they're things that have changed him and colored his worldview, and things that aren't easy to speak of, so the thought of doing it again... well, it's nothing short of a hassle.

of course, he can't confirm any of that until he makes his approach, and souji will. he'll do so with the same familiar and comfortable way he always has, intent on playing it down regardless of the outcome. it'll be easier for both of them to sort everything out that way, and it spares needless dramatics.

...until his approach is met with a hard "no." maybe that's not so bad though, because it forces souji to push aside some of those daunting thoughts and more naturally react as he always has.]

That's a pretty rude way to say hello, Hajime-kun.

[poised]

[excuse u she is perfectly intimidating -- except not really she's like half a foot shorter, send help. or a box to stand on]

I beg your pardon? You can't make that decision!

[SHE IS SO BUSY, SHE IS THE HOSTESS admittedly nothing's on fire yet that's a good sign]

[impheired]

Trust me, I plan on it. I'm not going anywhere near something that's gonna bite my hand off for standing too close.

[He's already missing an eye, okay? There is no need to go for another missing appendage associated with pirates. He does not need a hook hand or a peg leg.]

[flaredo]

... Maybe three. I won't get much time with you while I'm working.

[ Her lot, man. ]

i

[aerialassault]

['Eldarian.'

That was a term he hadn't heard of since his days in school, when he was still wading his way through the curiculum that had exploded in the few generations that had passed since his people had made contact with the Pan Galactic Federation. There was over seven hundred years' worth of history from another planet, another culture, that needed to be understood before they fully knew why the Federation did what it did with it's current position in the galaxy. He was never too fond of being told what he needed and didn't need to know, especially by a group of people who weren't respecting the cultural and social boundaries of all of the little systems they were trying to pull under their umbrella...but, a little bit of history had never hurt anyone.

Cliff eyed the young man carefully, paying attention to the demeanor, word choice, and what little he currently knew of Tellus.

In the end, he simply sighed.]



It's a party, and I don't think she cares, [He said, idly resting his hands on his hips as he turned his gaze out over the rest of the place.] The whole town was invited, regardless of whether she knew them or not.

[changeably]

[Cynbel looks up at Gaara and pauses in surprise. That's a nice tattoo. Well, maybe this guy can take whatever's out there, but he should be warned.]

Do you have any fondness for your appendages and keeping them attached to your person?

['Cause going out there is going to risk them, at minimum.]

[flaredo]

She's... not as graceful.

[ She loves you, really, Ruby. ]

[flaredo]

He's rocking a suit, actually! I helped him out with it, so it should be up to your standards.

[ And he looks damn fine. ]

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth has decided to try a new color scheme - and something fancier. So, he is in a purple ascot and a very fancy black suit tonight and will be around ensuring that order is maintained throughout the entire affair. Without further ado...]

[PHASE II:

Edgeworth, not one for socializing, doesn't mingle with the crowd while sampling the wares of the buffet table. Instead, he stands off to one side, either taking just enough food for his plate because it's not polite to pig out, or choosing a glass of fine wine. Whether there's a legal drinking age or not, he'll be there to shoo anyone who even looks like they are too young to have any dose of alcohol. Or alternately, anyone who looks like they've had too much. Don't let the serene expression on his face fool you; it is quick to transform into a glare if you don't play nice.

He does pay attention to everyone else, though, so if you feel a pair of eyes intently boring into your back...better check if you did anything wrong tonight.]

[PHASE III:

He's still doing the Wallflower, watching people dance. His forehead is slightly furrowed; what is this orchestra playing, and why does it not sound like any classical music he knows? But when he does recognize what's playing, his mouth twitches into a small, satisfied smile and he idly taps his foot to the rhythm. Not one to walk up to a woman and ask her for a dance, he's...well, he's easy pickings for anyone who would like a partner. If he knows you well enough, he won't say no...or at least, take a bit of time to say yes.]

[PHASE IV:

Edgeworth is about to find out that wandering away toward the outskirts of the party for a little peace and quiet may be a big mistake. The strange creatures in the beautiful fountains make him stop, disconcerted - and when one rises up, opening its mouth to suddenly snap at wherever he's standing, he gasps and backs away, his hand instantly flying to his waist, groping for the sword he didn't think to bring to the ball (because really, why would he??). But just as he realizes that the creature wasn't really interested in chomping his head and whatever else it could reach off (or probably couldn't leave the fountain to pursue him further), he turns away - just in time to be ensnared by an overly clingy tree and its roots quickly making their way up from his ankle to his waist.]

Aaaaargh!

[The roots have pinned his arms against his sides, and as he struggles, he finds that yes, this is a regular tree, and therefore not within his strength to fight with brute strength. He grits his teeth, and lets out a loud yell. That is instantly followed by electric blue, sparkling light blooming from between the winding treentacles like light seeping through a door cracked open. The light is brightest and most intense where Edgeworth's hands should be.

Whatever that trick was, it works, and the roots slowly snake away from him relatively unharmed but discouraged from any further hug assaults.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

What's that? A bet for Guy? I'll make a record of it. [He says with a serpentine smile.

...That pretty much means he's doing his job right.]

Sinister? I found my word choice to be practical. My, so swiftly on the defensive... [He tsks slightly, as if this casts suspicion on Natalia.]

[poised]

If anyone knows my standards, I suppose it would be you...

[Though she smiles and honestly--]

I'm glad, then. I'll be sure to look for him! I haven't seen him since before you two became an item.

[newtimes]

C'mon, it's a festival! It's s'posed to be fun!

( Are his cowlicks perking up... is that fur belt behind him swishing.... The answer is no but dang, would you be surprised if they really were?

Also, do you remember those PEER PRESSURE videos you used to watch in school??? This is Mutsu. This is peer pressure. )

[flaredo]

Really? [ She's genuinely surprised. ] I thought for sure you would've hunted him down--

[poised]

I wouldn't choose Guy over Tear! Or-- or I'd rather not choose between either of them...!

[JADE, WHY THIS

but oh my god]

Your sense of practicality continues to vary widely from that of a common opinion.

[hamham]

[You would look so good on a pirate ship though, Kuzuryuu.]

Likely the best course of action. If you avoid aggravating these creatures any more than they clearly are, there will be no reason to worry.

[He turns back to the pond, a slight frown still in place.]

I have to wonder if they are native to smaller areas such as this, or if they weren't gathered from the bodies of water scattered about...

[Are either of them paying attention to the trees they should probably watch those. Especially with those sneaky tendrils they're using to hug everybody with.]

b!

[shoutai]

[...okay, you wanna know what the worst part about this is? This isn't the first time Takasugi has been here. In fact, he was here earlier, having discovered Katsura attached to the tree and then, eventually abandoned him. (Not unlike the bathroom incident, actually. As the cast antagonist, it should come as no surprise that he had abandoned his former comrades not once, but twice in one night. So far.) He'd returned, mostly because he'd grown bored of the party by now but also because learning of Zura's fate was much more interesting. He knows exactly where to find him, but what he doesn't expect is to see Gintoki stuck here as well.

...man. Man. This is so great. Takasugi snorts, and then lets out a laugh, because wow, this is wonderful. It almost makes up for the bathroom incident. Almost.]

You, too, Gintoki? You let your guard down again.

[Though, to be fair, Zura got all of them that first time... The only one to blame was him.]

[poised]

It's a--

[She pauses.

. . . . . . first and foremost, she is the hostess of this ball (not a festival). It's less succumbing to peer pressure and more...]

... Would you not have fun if I were to turn down your proposal for a game?

[poised]

[HAVE A TWIRL, YANG

and a laugh

no, she's not answering that]

[swordboning]

[Yes, he absolutely is.]

That would be wrong. People who tell you to take a lifestyle and offer you no other option have just as much blame to take.

Phase I

[yourfononsarewhack]

Perhaps. [He gives a light shrug of his shoulders, his hands kept in his pockets.]

Do you have any specific alternatives in mind? We should see if they have a suggestions box.

phase ii;

[fatalstriker]

I don't think the food is going to plate itself. And I don't think the selection's going to change much just because you're staring at it.

[of course, this is coming from a guy who is 95% dressed to impress and 5% done with being here. the only reason he hasn't bailed yet? well, it's probably got something to do with the plate he's holding. or rather, the giant piece of cake that's on the plate.

priorities.]

[poised]

Are you saying that Saber forced you into your choices?

[why does she feel like she needs to talk to saber more about this....]

[swordboning]

I'm saying she could have stopped me from traveling down the same destructive path she traveled. She simply used me as a proxy for her own failed goals.

[fittedgloves]

...Interesting. How easy are Santa and an Elf easy to fight off? [ Hopefully easier than that tree... If not, she'll need to invest in a weapon. ]

[masakados]

It was pretty painful, yeah.

[But he shakes his head at the question. No turning back for him yet, not that he's found.] Maybe I'll eventually find a way, but I haven't figured out one yet.

[A pause--] It was a demon's body that mine was changed into.