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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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...I...really don't know. [ He's really like to say no, but he's pretty sure there's no way the Headmaster didn't know about it. ]

We must not have known anything about it, though. Enoshima-san doing all this...it would have been during those two years. And even when we agreed to everything, none of us could have known what she was planning or her true identity. [ As SHSL Despair. ] If we had...

[ ...They wouldn't have consented to being locked up in a school with her, for one thing. But that wouldn't have even been on the table. ]

...Anyway. As I said earlier, apparently we found this other class at some point. We joined something called the "Future Foundation"...and wanted to rehabilitate them. [ Naegi is almost 100% sure this was his idea somehow. Because he's the most likely culprit out of their survivor pool to go "hey guys let's save SHSL Despair". ...Even right now, he's inclined to want to help them out, or at least to be relieved they don't seem very Despair-y at the moment, though he has no idea if Kirigiri will want to associate with them.

Either way, he's obviously picked the "don't conceal the information from her" route, so she can make her own choice. Although he's already proven he's a colossally bad liar with her. ]

I mentioned the virtual reality, right...? Apparently the plan was, um, to erase their memories of Despair and overwrite them with new ones...somehow. I'm not sure how that would work precisely, but the program had been made by Fujisaki-kun. Thinking about it, he must already have made AI programs in the real world - he created Alter Ego so early in, and there are two years he had to work with...

[ Moment of silence for Fujisaki. ]

[ Only by pure miracle does Rin show up wearing a lengthy dress in black and red with a pair of heels almost a touch too formal for her. The rest of her jewelry is simple, just fake gold with pearls along her ears as well as matching chains for a wrist and anklet. Her light colored hair is worn down with a bit more wave to it than is natural, doing what she can to just blend in. She doesn't really want to stand out compared to her dates (yes, she has one, two for some odd reason), though those with a keen eye might pick up on something resting a little higher up along her thighs. Yes, she's wearing one of her utility belts and has not only her CereVice with her, but a gun. Always prepared even with her fierce escorts. ]

// PHASE I.
[ While she was fortunate to be introduced after both Archer, Saver of Swords and Her Majesty, Saber, King of the Jungle, Rin refused to give a title. As far as she was concerned, no one here needed to know anything about her. Just introduce her as first name greatest, last name ever she insists while hiding a smirk behind a raised hand. ]

Presenting the modern rare Average One wizard and Beacon of the Resistance, Rin Tohsaka. [ With a startled noise, she'll duck behind one of the two escorts with her and insist they kill the announcer right there.

Violence as soon as she arrives. It's truly a party! ]

// PHASE IV.
[ While both Saber and Archer are distracted and it's late in the night, Rin will steal away to hide somewhere... specifically a less dense part of the gardens. With her CereVice out, she's too caught up in her own business to notice the vine that's slowly wrapping itself around her leg. At least until it's too late. When she shrieks and tries to pull away, she ends up getting smacked either into the ground or the tree itself. That or she's suspended in the air, doing all that she can to keep her dress from falling down too much. Feel free to notice that gun she has resting against her thigh that's just sadly out of reach.

Can't help her? No worries. Eventually she pulls a knife out from the back of her dress and starts slicing at the vine furiously. This doesn't seem like it's the first time this has happened here. The price one pays for trying to avoid the crowds, huh? ]

// BONUS.
[ Once she's hacked up enough plants and trees, she'll find herself so far away from the party that she can barely hear the orchestra. Finally. Peace and quiet.

Except now she's high. Might be a good idea to disarm her before approaching. ]

[ Ha ha ha GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, Archer. She's probably high out of her mind by time she wanders back to the party after avoiding it for so long. Good thing for that spiritual link, huh?

Might want to remove the weapons she's got stashed under the dress while you can as well before dragging her out. ]

Rock, get a grip!

[ You can't cry yet, Jaune still has yet to perform for you!! But, oh, first thing's first-- ]

Hey, have you two met yet?

[Likewise, IV has somehow missed Mizael all this time until he's nudged at the buffet table. He scowls, but, on looking over at the perpetrator, gapes with his eyes wide.

So he's only seen the guy, what, once, but the words coming out of Mizael's mouth serve as double confirmation of a fresh memory. IV turns so that he's face-to-face, taking a step back at the same time. The back of his hand knocks against a glass at the edge of the table and sends it shattering against the ground.]

You . . . Barian!

[ Dancing is embarrassing for Rin, mostly because she doesn't know how to. Whenever Saber asks the first couple times, she tells her she has to be excused to go to the lady's room and looks up various videos online. When she steps back out and sees the tone of the music has changed, that everyone is dancing differently again, she ducks back in.

Eventually she's bound to accidentally run smack into Saber, right? ]

[He looks up at her slowly and blinks.]

...

...I am glad that you understand, Ruby-san! Thank you!!

[ Pyrrha is certainly not expecting the hostess (and secret birthday girl) to come up to her and ask for a dance, but she’s certainly not about to rebuke such a nice offer. Natalia had been invited by Yang on their shopping excursion for this very event, so they’ve spoken prior. Maybe Pyrrha is a practical choice in lieu of any young men - after all, she’s the perfect height to complement and to lead. Not that she expects she will be leading. It is Natalia we’re talking about.

(She totally feels a doki, though.
Maybe even two. ) ]

Of course. Hello, Natalia.

[ Totally accepting Natalia’s offered hand, let’s bop or jive or ladybug to One Direction or whatever the kids do these days. ]

Everything looks wonderful. You did a great job organizing all this.

[When all else fails, booze it up.

(Except when that booze is just wonky enough to send best friends on killing sprees, but we don't talk about that Zelien incident, no sir, we do not.)

But while Sano can see the appeal of an extravagant party such as this one, he finds himself at a loss, as well. It's just...different. But when there's wine, there's a way (that's not the saying at all), and he will try to enjoy it as best as he can. Besides, he can't stay away from these big get-togethers forever and if there's a chance to see familiar faces or learn something about their situation, then he'll make the sacrifice.

Not that it's a big sacrifice at all, even if the button-up shirt he's sporting is, well, full of buttons. Seriously, what idiot thought that ties and wraps were inferior in the fashion world? Westerners.

At least he's getting used to wearing different clothes (and a good thing, too, since his outfit from home has seen better days...a long time ago), so that, with the addition of alcohol, is steering his night in a relatively cheerful direction. And when he spots a familiar scarf amid the crowd (it is the scarf he sees first, since the wearer of said scarf is really good at being unassuming) Sano can't help but grin and weave his way through until he's beside Saitou at the buffet table and slinging an arm over the shorter man's shoulders.]

It's about damn time you grace us with your face again!

[Okita Souji is still Okita Souji in the end, even if it's one that he's never technically met before. A part of him thinks it should probably hurt less even so, since this isn't the one that he had known, but... hearing that feels like a heated icepick to the heart, spreading warmth and shooting pain at the same time. Earning such praise has been his goal ever since he had broken at Ikedaya, but now that he's actually hearing it, it's not what he had imagined at all. He had hoped for pride and a sense of peace - wholeness, maybe - because he had managed to make up for his deficit that had gotten him thrown away.

Instead, pride is the smallest sliver of emotion that he feels. Most of the larger ones are ugly: regret, guilt, bitterness. His struggles to be beautiful and loved on his second chance still won't make up for the failures of his first, and even though he had hoped he could erase that blemish from his past somehow through this strange version of reconciliation, he's realizing now that that's far from possible. That's a tough pill to swallow. No matter how beautiful he can become, his past will always contain "the sword that broke at Ikedaya". A sword that just wasn't quite enough.

But it's not all negative, even if there's much more of it than he had expected. Hearing that still fills him with a sense of validation. His face is being touched by a hand that should have never been able to hold him again - which is what he does, after a couple of seconds. His own finally rise from his sides, resting over the backs of Souji's, and it's like he's been transported to those early days when all he wanted was to be wielded in battle or training by this unfathomably talented warrior. He wants to reciprocate appropriately. If he could just crow and reassure Souji that yes, yes he is beautiful, and he'll continue to be, then surely he'll be able to banish some of these darker sentiments. Surely he would be able to feel like he's standing on stable ground again.

Instead, he opens his mouth to speak and the only sound that comes out is an unpleasant choking noise. His cheeks flush with embarrassment when he realizes that his eyes are already wet, too, and he can only thank the Cerealian overlords that he had discovered waterproof mascara in time for this mess.

But what awful timing for an ugly cry.

Ugh.]

Edited 2015-04-25 08:45 (UTC)

[ At the mention of her tiny umbrella, Pyrrha turns and— RUBY

No, of course she’s not going to use it, she’s going to surrender it happily because— RUBY ]

—Ruby!

[ Eventually, she will learn other words. Immediately, the small umbrella is plucked up and held out, the handle decoration pointed toward the younger girl so she can easily grab it. ]

Here, all yours.

phase i.

[Sophie Lhant, Crablette Connoisseur.

Sophie's not exactly sure why she's being announced like this (or what a connoisseur is), but at least it sounds like a nice title. She'd only just got here a hour or two ago, but somehow, with the help of the shopkeeper who understood what she needed, Sophie had managed to acquire a cute dress (minus the wings) and shoes to go with it... though being unused to wearing high heels, she's... having trouble with that.

Still, there seems to be so many people here, and while she's still unclear about where she's ended up now, parties are supposed to be fun, right? Too bad she doesn't know how to dance.]

phase ii.

[The food draws Sophie's attention eventually, and it doesn't take long before she wanders over to the tables, filling a plate with food. She is kind of hungry, when she thinks about it, after all, and while they don't seem to have crablettes, Sophie manages to find one or two things that look like they could be good.

... She hesitates to try the deserts, though. How could you possibly bring yourself to eat a cake that looks like a little bunny?]

... They look too cute to eat.

phase iii.

[??? How does I dance.]

[ The cautious eyeing is returned, but when the gift is accepted, she brightens again and murmurs an awesome! before turning her full attention back to Blackquill. She'd had a plan when she'd approached him, albeit a half-baked one based on the idea of dramatic reconciliation and also tying up his sword arm. ]

Right! Can I steal you for a dance? And Taka, too, if he wants.

[ Before he can make it too far after that great introduction, he'll run right into this younger woman laughing so hard there are tears in her eyes. ]

My makeup-! [ She complains around a wheeze, trying to maintain some grace. ]

Haha, did you hear what he called you? Hairy butts! That's the best one I've heard so far!

[ When she leans in a bit too close to one of the cakes for a picture, Rin will just accidentally bump into her. Literally. Oops. ]

Ohhhh, I didn't see you there. [ What a huge fat LIE. ]

[ After being assaulted by who knows how many trees, Rin's wandered into the first building she's found to freshen up her makeup and to make sure her dress isn't ripped in places she was not very fond of. Of course, she pauses once he starts talking to himself? To her? She can't even tell. ]

What are you doing in the ladies room?

[It's still sorcery to him!! He has yet to discover that app.]

Ah... Rin-san?! She organized this? S-such kindness! I want to thank who everyone who had a role regardless... Everyone was too nice!

[He bows his head for a moment.]</small. I am very glad that you are alright. Everyone's hard work has definitely payed off! This is quite the festive get-together!! Doesn't everything feel so youthful?

[ A while after Sousei’s initial encounter with her and Jaune, Pyrrha happens upon him again - alone, this time. Jaune’s off dancing with Naoki to What Is Love or something equally questionable, leaving her to flit freely and socialize. As Pyrrha’s first non-canon friend, Sousei is clearly on that hit list.

She doesn’t startle him while he’s taking a drink, though. Sousei has enough problems, such as the very real possibility that Jaune will tackle him from the chandelier in about an hour. ]

Enjoying yourself yet?

[ (She’s in high spirits, which means he may get teased. Only a little, though.) ]

[ But inside is where all the people are. ] Oh no, that tree right there?

Won't cause you any problems. [ Why does it sound as if Rin is a bit too experienced in this? ]

It tried to take me on and I cut off at least twelve of its vines. Should be more tame now. I remember because that break in the bark right there is from when I drove my heel into it.

Edited 2015-04-25 08:53 (UTC)

[Everyone found it terrifying and he thought it was "real boring," he says. Somehow, Takasugi feels like he picked a winner here.

It wasn't a bad thing at all, though, far from it. People like this tended to be a lot more interesting than all the rest.]

It sounds like a place that no one would miss. I think I can relate. [Of course, Takasugi's reasons were completely different. His world was nothing like Haven, but if it was gone, he wouldn't mind that. ...mostly.] But it seems like you lucked out. This place is a vast improvement.

[Even aside from the food, there was plenty to do here. Almost too much.

...but also food. Lots of food.]

Saniwa, that's the one. [ Blank, scary expressions are nothing new to her, so she just grins. Undaunted for now, she folds her arms in an attempt to look more business-like. ] Right, second question! Does he know you're here yet?

[That's close enough to a compliment to get a smile out of Lee.]

Thank you. Ah... Kuzuryuu-kun? [He glances around for a moment, as if trying to spot him. And wondering how accompanying someone to a ball is different from being one's date.

But he does get a little sheepish as she posits her question. ~~Peko no, he likes Sakura, he probably doesn't pay much attention to that part.~~]

I- I am sorry! I just... I noticed some markings... Are those... wounds of some sort?

[ GOD, this is like the third time in the evening that he wishes he brought his weapon along. Still, he runs unarmed in the face of danger when he sees her get smacked into the ground. No time to think, Jaune. ]

Rin?! Rin--!! Hold on!

[ Ok, maybe he should think of something as soon as she confirms she's okay. ]

It's impolite to stare at your food and not have any.

[ While that's not true, it's her way of trying to encourage him to eat. If he needed permission, she could easily give it. She's fairly certain her Servant Archer was responsible for a fair bit of it. ]

I haven't seen you around before you so must be new. Interesting.

[ Munch munch munch-- she notices Gaara mid-mouthful and only just avoids choking in surprise. After that initial flailing, she swallows, whacks her chest a few times for good measure, and beams. ]

You made it! Did they announce you? I didn't hear your name, and I was listening for it.

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