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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

phase what the fuck why are we doing this

[sunshrouded]

[Tenka literally cannot say no to his kids. It's impossible. So when Mary frowns at him about the whole dancing with his partner thing, he just.... can't do anything about it.

So here he is, at the outskirts of the dance floor with Sousei, turning to him and so seriously:]

I'm leading.

[HE NEVER LEARNED HOW TO FOLLOW]

[bozu]

[- Whoa, now, this guy's definitely a looker. Don't mind the little chef straightening his suit while answering, just gotta look his best, y'know.]

Teruteru Hanamura - in Western order, anyway.
But you can call me stud, if you'd like!

[That's coupled with a wink. Sorry not sorry.]

[shikisha]

[ At least Ryuko should be good at picking it out! ...Nonon would refuse vehemently to do such a thing with Ryuko though. ]

If you hit me with that thing again I'm going to stick ice down your back, tenkousei.

[ She really didn't like being tossed off the battle stage back during their fight. Only her threat is really the weakest thing ever. She's not actually good at them.

And just like that she's released, landing on Ryuko's shoulder. Which. You know. leaves her ass next to Ryuko's face. ]

[deontology]

["Blessed"... that seems a bit much to him, but it'd be rude to argue with her (and a little pointless), so instead he just lets the comment slide by, a little awkwardly....]

I suspect that this place attempts to cause as much trouble as possible. In that case, the trees may have been perfectly normal when you inspected it, or acted as though they were.

[so troublesome...]

It is no fault of yours.

[prehensible]

No.. [ he muses over the thought, fingers drifting to his nape and hairline. ] No, you're always attractive. But this is different. [ this is all clean lines and sharp elegance. tenka reminds him of a beautiful blade tonight. ] .. You could be an uchigatana.

[ he's distracted from the thought by the comment, though, fingers tightening in tenka's, the colour in his face darkening across his cheekbones. ]

Tenka-san is always too kind.

[souredsweet]

[COWROO... Well, it's not as bad as it could be, especially since Shoe isn't here. Kaoru keeps all flinching internal and just offers her a smile.]

Good evening, Lily-san. You look as lovely as a princess today.

[deontology]

I suspect she expected it, or something similar. If not, then she was not particularly foresighted.

[and kind of deserved it.... you can't hold a big event here and expect it to go entirely smoothly, in other words.]

I'm certain there is more trouble waiting for us around here as well.

[souredsweet]

[It's the master chef swordsman! Kaoru looks up with a smile.]

Good evening, sir. [A pleasant nod follows.] Ah, but it's the same even in my time. The more opulent houses always have the better parties... [A laugh follows, but it sounds a little wry.]

The style of music is very unusual, though.

[sunshrouded]

[Smells like whatever finger food they had at the dessert table to be honest, possibly some rice too - who would've thought that they'd still serve onigiri at a place like this? The one pleasant surprise that Tenka had. So he's just sighing to himself as he straightens up properly to carry the hamster out of the foliage and more toward the weirdo that was cooing at the alien.

He's just gonna lightly scritch the hamster's head even as he warns the weirdo once he sees him properly--]

Call me vermin again and I'm tossing you into the fountain.

im cracking up, shiho is so great

[souredsweet]

[At least one of them found it funny, while Kaoru 1 is busy being betrayed and Kaoru 2 is out buying things to stuff his shirts with...]

An umbrella this small couldn't possibly keep all of the rain out, though... Could it?

[Peering down at a glass! Yep, Kaoru sure is still playing along.]

[deontology]

[He's.... persistent, if nothing else. Sousei can't imagine why he'd want to dance with him of all people--he's still pretty stiff.]

I think it is irritating that it is necessary, but nonetheless, that does not mean I have to embarrass myself further.

[he can dance...... so it may be an exaggeration. But even so, he doesn't really want to.]

What do you find enjoyable in it? [he really doesn't...get it....]

muffled tragic violins.....

[souredsweet]

[TERRIBLE.....

Yeah, there sure is a look of surprise for her at that, which is quickly followed by one of apology.]

Ah... Are you from Zelien, perhaps?

[There doesn't seem to be any recognition present at all, either.]

[sunshrouded]

[ . . . . . ahah, he's just going to laugh a bit, amused as everything goes over his head. Why would he call you stud? What a funny kid.]

They botched that up? Man, no respect!

Do you like the repetition or can I just call you Teru-kun?

[perfectstrike]

I see.

[Well, he took it the way she said it, and not how she meant it, though she can't really fault him for that. He's still pursuing the conversation, though... nngh.]

If I tell you, you must not inform the young master.

[And she beckons him a little closer.]

this is still your fault

[deontology]

[AND YOU THINK SOUSEI LEARNED HOW TO FOLLOW???]

What? No.

[just.

no.

he's not agreeing to this!!!]

This was your terrible idea to begin with, don't be ridiculous.

[dishonorstudent]

[ THAT DOESN'T NEED TO BE POINTED OUT IN TEXT, SHE'S AWARE. But what is nudity at this point in their lives. ]

Alright, time to get some answers outta you.

[ She walks a few good steps away from the annoying trees, unceremoniously dropping her down by the least populated area of the garden. They are still very much in public sight, however, and it's super embarrassing. ]

[gao]

[ pride... okay, sousei. okay.

at this sight, shishiou does nothing but watch, honestly curious as to why he's balancing his glass on his head. by the end of it it takes all of the strength he could muster to keep his laughter down, but a few chuckles slip out anyways and decides that he kinda likes this guy. but jeez. it wouldn't have hurt to let him help!]

You're an interesting fellow. That's also a nice sword you got there, Mister. [ looking good... you know from one sword to another. ]

[ik3men]

[ When Isogai had heard of the ball not more than a few days ago, he had inwardly doubted his ability to really be able to fit in with such a grand event. But when he hesitantly called up his agent about an attire he could wear, even before he started work proper, his meek request was met with great enthusiasm. (With the crowd of people, they said it would be a great debut for his face.) It didn't feel right asking for things. Isogai never asked for things. But here he was, dressed in clothes more expensive than he could afford, with people dressed so nicely he wasn't sure he could look at them straight in the eye, and he even has a bit of makeup on. They really didn't have to go so far...

He didn't admit it, but really, he was here to more double-check if there was anyone he knew in Cerealia than to have a good time. But now that he already looked like this, it would be harder to just fade into the background once inside. He took a breath, trying to calm his nerves. And strode inside with as much of his confident aura as he could work up--At least, up until he got through the door, he could do this. ]

Phase I- His canon's nickname had to be punned sooner or later
[ ... He could do this. Or so he thought. Being stopped by someone rather than just glanced at by strangers admiring each other's appearances, he felt like he barely stopped what was almost a yelp at being suddenly addressed. "Name and title", he was asked. ]

Ah, I'm Isogai Yuuma. A title? [ ... ] No, no, I don't need one.

[ He really wanted to get through this fast as possible... As he averted his eyes he narrowly caught the man squint. ]

The Esteemed Sir Isogai Yuuma, Deemed Self Too-Good-for-Titles, at least an Ass with Class.

[ Mid-step, you see the teen's hair bristle at the unprecedented insult served with a compliment. As if being announced itself wasn't embarrassing enough, he didn't imagine that would happen. He wasn't even sure if it was a gross misinterpretation of his words and intentions, or if he actually was talking about his derriere. He didn't look at the faces of those around him, and rather, after the 0.5 second of reaction delay, hurriedly walked down the stairs--safety be damned, and into an area with markedly less people in its vicinity (though, not clearly looking where he was going, he might've bumped into a person or two). His hand's still covering half of his reddened face.

Showing up was definitely a mistake. ]

Phase II- A little mouse tries hard not to gorge out
[ Oh god. Oh god these were really all free. Isogai had previously tried to keep his eyes on the people--as was the plan. But that smell was delicious. Each dish looked heavenly. Was he dreaming? The lineup sure makes him almost fall back into that theory--this time, in a good way.

Prettyboys don't (shouldn't) drool.

But it's kinda obvious from his sparkly-eyed expression you can comically imagine it. Someone push him to actually go indulge for once in his life? --Or troll him and tell him they're all poisoned. Whatever suits you. ]

Phase IV- Good thing you're trained, but you're not armed right!
[ He was starting to feel more relaxed, things considered. He had some pleasant company earlier. But Isogai wondered if that was really a good thing, this was still a foreign land with unfamiliar beings everywhere. Adapting to life here didn't sound like an option he should take without some more hesitation.

--Taking a stroll in the lovely garden, he was thinking. The atmosphere was nice at least. ]

Ah... I could use a familiar face, and some advice right now.

[ That was when he felt a slither, come up from behind him and wrap around his right arm. ]

Hm, Korosen...? W-What the?! [ Rudely, the tentacle moves fast to lift him up from the ground. Markedly slower than usual, Isogai noticed, but still-- ]

Sensei?!

[ What happened to his promise not to hurt his students!? His center of balance thrown off, he still slips his left hand into his tuxedo vest and swipes out a rubber knife, swinging at the tentacle of his assailant. --Unfortunately this tree isn't actually his teacher. So with a pathetic bend against this tentacle not belonging to a bright yellow octopus, his knife returned to its original shape. And he's still stuck hanging upside down by the ancle, now.

An outside observer might wonder what he was really expecting a rubber knife to do. Or be impressed by his quick reflexes up until the ineffectiveness of his weapon. He didn't sign up for monster trees, man. If you have good hearing, you might hear him mutter to himself: ]

... You're not Sensei...

Wildcard- ???
[ Isogai's a kind soul, so he'll look with concern to anyone in distress. Foul mood? Meet an unfortunate accident with the food? He'll run on over and ask if you're alright! Maybe you even caught him before he shortly left into the garden to ask for a dance. He won't say no. ]

[souredsweet]

[IT'S ALWAYS UP IN THE AIR WITH KAORU.]

Ah! So you learned just for them? [DAS SWEET. Kaoru steps carefully out onto the floor after Naoki, keeping a delicate grip on his hands.] I hope that you don't mind leading me, in that case. I don't even know one.

NO GOING BACK NOW

[spes_phthisica]

I- ah, of course...

[He hadn't meant to insinuate something else; just that he wasn't the Okita Souji that the other man remembered, not strictly someone with a claim to call himself Kashuu's master. But the sword seems to think differently, and he's not going to argue with him, recognizing that this is a moment where his own emotions are secondary. He can tell that the other is conflicted, that there is some great battle going on in his heart at the moment, and he's not so stupid that he can't guess at least part of the reason.

Once more his gaze darts to the physical sword on his side. Is it whole again? He cannot possibly imagine why someone would call the spirit of a sword but leave it broken; that would be cruelty, and he'd make sure whoever had done it knew it too. No, this isn't about this, is it? But Kashuu had broken, that much he knows, back in Ikedaya. He can still feel the grip of the sword slip out of his suddenly limp and useless hand as he gasps for breath, the clatter as Yoshida flung him aside, realizing he wouldn't even need the sword to beat its master. And with a shameful pang he remembers the elation he'd felt when Tetsu later broke the sword, too focused on the survival of the boy to remember that it was his...

But no, no, for a moment he'll postpone further thoughts of that. The sheer wonder of actually seeing the spirit of his sword before him wins out. After a moment or two, one hand shifts up to Kashuu's face, cupping it as if it's the most natural thing in the world. It doesn't really strike him to be bashful about doing so - this sword had been an extension of himself, had it not?]

Even after knowing you, I never- You're so beautiful. [The words are soft and simple; words that really have to be said or Souji won't know what to do with the wonder he feels in this moment.]

[souredsweet]

[He is the most shit-filled, but Kaoru is at least too polite (or pretending to be too polite) to say anything about it... Instead, Ciel just gets a hum of acknowledgment and a mild:]

You seem to be at work so often, Phantomhive-san.

[HARD AT WORK

eating all those sweets.]

it takes two to tango or waltz or whatever they're doing

[sunshrouded]

[MAYBE SOUSEI COULD PICK UP FOLLOWING FASTER]

No, I already said it! Should've claimed it if you cared!

[are they ever going to actually dance]

II

[faithfulflame]

[Rei just...looks on in mild shock as she sees Saber's stack of food. And in the interest of saving the gentleman serving, she steps forward with another plate to catch stuff that's about to fall.]

Saber-san, you shouldn't pile too much on one. Let me help you, goodness gracious.

ii

[punchesyu]

[He hasn't even noticed the alcohol in the drinks. They taste like awesome fruit juice and he's been sucking them down like they're water. (It's the best wapatui ever.) He sees Lee, recognizes him from the restaurant, and against his better judgement which is now severely impaired, waves to him.]

Dude! You gotta try this stuff!

[shikisha]

[ It's a cute butt though. Small, but well defined, she's done a lot of work to get to be as strong as she is! Why not admire--oop, she's landing on her ass on the ground now, no more being carted around. Good, it was embarrassing for her too! Fixing her hat that had somehow stayed on her head during that tussle, Nonon regards her ally coldly. ]

What the hell are you talking about? I thought you'd have some!

[ She climbs to her feet easily enough, dusting herself off, uncaring about the nudity. Why would she? But she can't ignore something... ]

But I never thought I'd see the day where the tenkousei actually dressed like a proper girl. [ Just going to eye the other girl's outfit. ]