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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

[hoasen]

[And a firm nod in response! Add a sparkling personality with that walk too, is what she thinks.]

You do! Such confidence means you would be able to be a strong dancer.

[deontology]

[.....................wow.

He's not actually sure what to do in response to that. For a moment, he just...stares at her...as she hacks at the tree with her heels???

What???

(Granted, he knows Kiiko can crush people beneath her own heels, so they are certainly lethal weapons, but maybe not so...literally...)

....R...ight. He hands over the glass neatly, and just as neatly draws his sword and severs the branch from his wrist. He doesn't ever go unarmed here, Milla, don't be crazy.]

....Thank you. [u...tried...] If nothing else, I certainly appreciate the effort. [he...may be teasing a little, but his expression is as flat and calm as ever, aside from the slight quirk of his lips.]

ii./iii.

[spyrites]

[Well... he is looking for her but somewhat from the back where he's trying to hide from the crowd. He had searched for her a little but without any luck he'd sort of retreated to the back, hoping he'd see her or that she'd see him. But there were a lot of people here so it seemed unlikely.

He's dressed in a formal black suit and the matching pink corsage attached to the front of his jacket at Leia made him wear is kind of embarrassing. But he wore it so...

Anyway Leia is tasked with finding him because he's decided he doesn't want to move from his corner now. Sorry Leia... but at least he's there for her to find. Not that he wouldn't be.]

phase iv

[unluckless]

[To make up for the fact that he sort of exploded soda all over him at their first meeting (well, first here anyway), Komaeda and his luck show up at a better moment in time this go around. After all, no one wants to see Naegi lose a finger. Or worse.

Without too much warning Komaeda shows up to grab at Naegi's shoulder and jerk him back a little less than gently. Sorry, bro.] Careful, Naegi-kun! I think you might have been dangerously close to putting yourself on the menu just now!

[flaredo]

Right! Someone's got to see you home safely, Your Highness.

[ Well, that sure brightened her considerably. ]

[fittedgloves]

[ That's true. Even if the education wasn't great they were still guaranteed success. ]

Did you find out what role the reserve course students played in this?

UNPHASED

[perfectstrike]

[--Though Peko is certainly phased by Trucy's bullet-catching trick. And really, all of her "magic" that she displays. While she's fairly certain that these kinds of tricks are things that are normally possible, and there's got to be some kind of illusion that makes perfect sense, instead of some of the actual magic bullshit she's seen various combatants here use, it's still really impressive!

Maybe Trucy should have been scouted as the SHSL Magician... but then, it's probably better for her not to have been anywhere near Hope's Peak.

After Trucy's show, Peko's approaching! She looks serious as ever, though she is clearly dressed up in the spirit of the ball! And rather prominently visible is the owl necklace that Trucy had gotten her...]

Trucy. Your show was very impressive.

[deontology]

[Ah!

Good company. He's so relieved.]

Hinata. I suppose it is not a surprise to see you here.

[Really. Hinata's just this sort of social butterfly.]

[particularity]

[No, he's a plain guy in a nice suit!!! Wait is that better or worse. Ahem.]

That's... a great question.

[But a sigh of relief. Good. No face-chompings today.] It's just better to be a little careful of... the alien things, just in case.

flynn scifo | ota!

[thatdamnknight]

phase i.

[a ball. odd as going to one feels (poor kids and balls aren't exactly a thing), it isn't something that could get passed up, either. mingling and getting to know people can't hurt. plus, there is the matter of the musical...

rather than dwell on the inevitable awkwardness, taking in the scenery takes priority as he arrives. looking the part of prince charming, flynn's clad in a pristine looking tuxedo, one pressed and properly buttoned and all. a formal gathering deserves formal attire, even if CERTAIN people might have tried to argue otherwise. good thing the battle of the tuxedo was a victory and yuri got his butt in one in eventually. well worth the headache.

the greeter barely receives attention past being given a name. way too much to take in for him to care. it's honestly overwhelming. everything is so fancy and impressive and plent--]

Attention! Announcing the arrival of Flynn Scifo, Toaster Emperor of the Night Life.

[any gawking at the scene comes to a screeching halt. turning attention toward the greet reveals them having found nothing wrong with that title. flynn tilts his head while appearing completely and utterly confused.]

...Toaster Emperor of the Night Life?

[the title has him so mesmerized that the fact he may be blocking someone's path doesn't register. really though, what the hell...?]

phase ii.

[post christmas dance (which went well!! awkward but promise was fulfilled) has flynn wandering around and trying to get at the buffet, a task far harder than anticipated. every attempt to get closer fails due to people coming over to chat him up. several ladies and even a few guys ended up asking him for a dance, too. guess that song and dance number went better than he thought.

as this dance ends, flynn's eyes dart to the food tables after bidding this partner a hasty farewell. he frowns heavily upon noticing the distance. damn, farther now than before. come on, flynn, you can do this. right. he can and he WILL. his eyes dart around, seeking out the best strategy to make it there and satisfy the need for food. okay, he's led a bloody army so he can damn well get some food at a party.

...maybe walking faster than normal can't hurt, though. one final deep breath and go!! agilely moving through the crowd, mr. popular hopes beyond hope that food will finally be his...]

[deontology]

[Slowly, he looks from the tree to Jae-ha.

And then back at the tree.

And the vines.

...And Sousei's far from innocent, but even so, he really can't figure out what Jae-ha is saying here. ???? ??????]

How could this possibly be considered a good time? Don't be ridiculous.

[enjoy that]

[masakados]

[Ah, good, that's the best kind of expression--]

It'd be much appreciated, [he says all formal like.]

[luckybreaks]

Ah, yeah. Enoshima-san apparently used their discontent with their circumstances to inspire them to riot... [ Because of course she did. Enoshima's at the root of everything at home. ] It's not hard to picture. She was very good at hitting people where it hurt, wasn't she?

[unluckless]

Everything?

[Sorry, Oz. That's the surprised and impressed answer that you get first before Komaeda realizes that, well, he's kind of impressed. The little blond looks so, well, little.

But that aside, he's quick to summon up a smile.] But if that's the case, that definitely makes you the expert. So what's best?

[flaredo]

[ WAY TO KEEP HER HANGING.

... And spinning, which Yang goes along with flawlessly. Such grace. ]

[hamham]

The fact that others do not seem to mind is no excuse to insult someone in such a way. Certainly not someone of such stature as myself. If this were taking place in a Netherworld court, he would lost his head immediately for such a mistake!

[Grumble.]

It is of no matter, I suppose...he should be grateful to have been employed at such a docile gathering.

[But okay, so Komaeda wasn't the classmate he was looking for, but he is still A classmate, and that makes this place a little more tolerable. He's not completely alone here...]

[shoutai]

[Don't act like being stuck to a tree is entirely normal!! Though, Katsura's response still makes him smile. (Creepy.) Was it because he was embarrassed? Or was it because it was Takasugi that was calling him out?

Well, either way, it's hilarious. He hadn't expected him to respond to him so easily, but he definitely doesn't have a problem with it.]

Some samurai you are. This thing won't be useful to anyone down here.

[perfectstrike]

Ah, t-thank you...

[COMPLIMENTS... maybe someday she'll get used to those. Today is not that day, though. She brushes one hand against the flow of the dress as if to adjust the fit, but of course that doesn't do anything since it fits just fine.]

Did I keep you waiting long...?

[Had to check on Kuzuryuu, WHO SEEMS TO HAVE ARRIVED AROUND THE SAME TIME AS SHE DID ANYWAY.]

[masakados]

You know, I can't say that I've ever heard that one before.

[Naoki looks pensive, folding his arms over his chest.] Well, I'm at least confident in my ability not to step on anyone's feet.

this is my 1111th tag this month, i like that it's with the 2 lucks

[luckybreaks]

[ Least of all Naegi himself...and he doesn't mind the less than gentle jerking back in the least, since he is rather attached to his hand. Komaeda gets a plainly startled look that has more to do with the fact that THAT THING HAD FANGS??????? than the being grabbed back. ]

T-thanks, Komaeda-san... [ He wonders if he should swap to "kun", but Komaeda is older, after all... ]

I didn't realize there were fish [ ?????????????????????? ] in there.

phase ii ; we meet again owo

[variform]

[Sai has made it his personal mission to try as much of the foods he can possibly handle. He can enlarge his stomach, so really, it's not an unheard of task.

—And right now, he's zeroing in on that cake.]

What's so weird about it? Better take some, before I take it all!

kratos aurion | ota

[flamberge]

phase i.

[every party has its grumps and kratos fills the roll swimmingly. wearing a nice suit, the guy looks more disgruntled and unhappy than normal. never have shindigs like this been fun, not even in the ancient knight days.

why had he come? for the same reason the attire of choice tonight turned out not to be his cruxis uniform: lloyd. refusing the boy proves impossible sometimes. a single dad and he turns into kratos putty. the smallest act of rebellion comes in the form of not wearing a tie. ties vanish, okay. and maybe it's bad enough being here without getting choked to death. kratos sighs softly after giving his name to the greeter. no further mind gets paid to the guy until--]

Welcome Kratos Aurion, Lord 'what did the ocean say to the shore? nothing, it just waved' Dad.

[he stops walking mid-step and turns toward the guy with a raised eyebrow. the dad thing normally would have gotten an annoyed remark but the joke kills that urge and results in a confused silenced instead. although... it was a pretty clever joke.]

phase ii.

[two things are ALWAYS a must at gatherings like this: uncomfortable clothes and booze. the latter tends to be the only way to survive something of this nature. no one ought to be forced to deal with parties sober. no one. kratos definitely won't be, at any rate. first possible chance, a visit to the wine table takes place. a single sip alone soothes him, his muscles relaxing and him letting out the nth sigh this evening.

early on, drinking while walking around and watching people takes place, usually at the outer edges of the festivities. maybe his scary and unhappy gaze is on you as he sips at his wine? later on, his grumpy expression has mellowed out greatly. no longer are his movements as graceful as before, now holding a small sway to them, leading to possibly bumping into someone while en route to glass... something less than 20. maybe he'll try one of those umbrella cocktails. they look... fun.]

[deontology]

[Oh Rei... it's not like he can argue that, honestly; all he's seen from Western parties even in his own time were unnecessary opulence and stiffness. He hardly enjoys having to wear the suit either, honestly, but he can deal with it--he has to for his job often enough.

As it is, though...]

It can be, yes. Though as this party is here and not in Japan, I'm somewhat less troubled by it.

[Somewhat.

Politicians wasting money on parties is nonsense as far as he's concerned.]

OTA!

[fingersnaps]

( I )

( While one might not have ordinarily associated Manfred von Karma with events such as this one, he could not resist the opportunity to make an appearance. His much reduced workload in this bizarre universe allowed him to indulge in more festivity, in more networking. It's the latter that interests Manfred more; he's never had much time for celebration before.

His usual courtroom dress (described as ostentatious by ignorant others) has been replaced with a more typical three-piece suit, a dark navy bordering on black. A dash of colour, however, can be seen upon his chest as a bright red jewel helps clasp his jabot into place. Ties are unfashionable. His hand tightens atop his cane as the Tellus native announces his arrival to the party. He had made sure to give his name to the man well in advance to prevent any unfortunate mishaps which had been occurring through the evening. Presenting Manfred von Karma.

Time to see if there was anyone useful or interesting about. )

( bonus )

( All the festivities had taken a toll on Manfred's energy levels (he is not young as he used to be any more, and he is only getting older) so he finds himself ducking away from the party, into the gardens for a breather. But he breathes a bit too deeply as he finds a secluded spot, his chest feeling unusually tight. He loosens his jabot slightly as he looks around at the nearby foliage, shadows cast here and there by the plants. In one motion he moves his head slightly too quickly and thinks he sees something in the shape of a crumpled body over by the edge of the clearing.

No. It takes him too long to realize he's hissed this word aloud. His face has an unsightly pallor to it as his eyes dart this way and that, trying to make sense of the scene he finds himself in. Should you stumble upon him, you'll find him pale and panicked, still breathing far too deeply for his own good.

Approach? )

iii!!

[perfectstrike]

[Not-Aniki, what are you doing. Peko approaches with her usual too-serious demeanor, actually looking fairly concerned!!]

Are you injured?

[She seems to seriously think he's hurt or sick from the way he's acting. She's not used to seeing him this uncomfortable--! Or in a suit, for that matter.]