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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

[swordboning]

[He turns around and leans down.]

What is it?

[eyelineronpoint]

[serious like a heart attack son]

Whatever you used wasn't very effective. [saying ur gun sucks basically

But like, if you don't want it then Gaara will just put this thing back. It's perfectly natural for anyone six and up to carry around knives but hey, if you wanna stick with your pea shooter that doesn't actually kill stuff, that's cool.]

[oneirism]

... It's a not very considerate tree. [Lapis glances over at the tree to give it a completely flat look, only to glance back at him with a blink.]

... Really? [... She can admit that she is curious, since she's never seen someone actually use a sword before (tv shows don't count).] That sounds like a good idea. And it would probably be better than the fire my friend was using.

[Even though Lapis is apparently the only one around. But yes please cut up the tree, Lapis wants to see and also doesn't want to risk setting the rest of the garden on fire.]

[hamham]

[Whoever was in charge of location should be fired. And punished because this really is literally the worst thing. This is the worst ball, Gundam is beyond fed up with parties at this point, never going to another one again to be quite honest.

But alright, you do your thing Kuzuryuu. Especially taking care of those sneaky tentacles along the ground, because Gundam can't take all of those on himself. Once he's finally free though, the other two hamsters are snatched up by him, returned to his scarf as he turns on his heels. Because yeah, running. That's a damn good idea right now and if Kuzuryuu doesn't move first he's going to have a hand at his back pushing him forward. Sorry about that, but really those things are still coming and he's not getting caught again.

San-D and Jum-P gladly take refuge in his suit, both ducking into his right sleeve and making their way up to his shoulder, though they remain in the jacket once they reach it.]

[particularity]

I figured that, since it's a ball and all, I might as well.

[He's... pretty much guessed already that Gundam can't dance, though or-- perhaps, hasn't tried. He's just made a very educated guess on it. Gundam doesn't really like being touched, after all.]

...even though I don't really know any fancy dances or anything.

Phase I

[aerialassault]

[Cliff studied the man's attire at the explanation, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he considered the cut and style of the man's coat.]

I dunno. You look a little formal to be a dancer.

[The level of formality brought to mind the notion that the man was a noble, or perhaps even a military officer. But it had been a long while since he had seen military uniforms use coats of that style, so it was hard to say.]

[codere]

I don't want our night to end, but something's off. [ That's right. She recalls when she saw him bleed for the first and only time.

So that's what she thinks about instead of what ails her. ]

[codere]

[ There's only one way out of this embarrassing confession and that's to distract him.

Now that he's at her level, she can reach up and grab at his jacket to hold him in place while kissing him. That should do the trick, right? He did say he wanted her to be more like this. ]

[particularity]

[Yes, who... who could, indeed... Unfounded paranoia is sure a thing. But at least it's running a little lower at this party.]

No, it's not that--

[He gestures at the sandwiches.] I'm just not sure which one to take. There're these tomato-cheddar ones, and then these crab salad ones... [And then there more tiny sandwiches down the table and there's so much food here...]

[particularity]

[Oi, is my hair seriously how you identify me?!]

...

...It's me. Hinata.

[eyelineronpoint]

No. [gaara pls learn to recognize the signs of your impending doom] Especially not like that. [A lot of music in Suna uses just drums and wind instruments, not...whatever the heck this is using. Plus like, dancing is no. It's an expression of emotion that Gaara still can't even wear on his stupid face properly.

plus like
dancing

its just like
it's dancing]

[hamham]

[He's not wrong. That's exactly the problem with dancing, and why he has no idea how to do it. Though he seems to relax a tiny bit when Hinata admits to that, looking back at his friend.]

If that is the case, it would be best to find a place out of the way of others, so they may enjoy themselves without either of us getting in their way.

[And that way there's less of a chance of people watching them...]

[emotive]

Hello, Koujaku!

[Ai looks at the tree behind her nervously and shakes her head.]

Nothing's wrong. Not yet anyways. I know the gardens can be dangerous, but I thought it would just be the creatures living in the water...

[changeably]

[Ruby may be tiny, but not that tiny. She wins this round on Height Wars, so she should enjoy it while she can.]

Truly? After it's been sitting in fruit juice for who knows how long?

[Definitely unsanitary. Ew.]

[emotive]

[Ai nods, smiling sheepishly.]

Yes. It's an old song from what I remember at least from my perspective. But it's a sweet melody either way.

[oneirism]

[Lapis hums in agreement as she nods, already mentally plotting which ones she's gonna eat in which order - food is serious business. Especially since it's been a while since she's seen this much all at once.

Though at the surprised look, Lapis simply tilts her head, wondering if maybe she might have misjudged, but her sixth sense was never usually wrong... But she supposes that kind of question is usually surprising. Tact isn't something she's good at.]

... Yeah, but I can't tell what you are, exactly. I'm a sort of spirit medium, so I'm good at sensing if someone is human or not, but not what they are.

II

[dimidiampura]

[ It just happens that Kaneki himself wasn't a big fan of dancing or even being generally around people, but this was a special occasion so he could make time for this considering his best friend and former coworker were here so there was that.

He was just wandering past the food tables when he caught the man not only standing there by himself but also grimacing at what he could only discern as some kind of cake. That was definitely a new expression he'd seen around this area of the party, all things considered. ]

...I can't say i've really seen someone make a face at something they haven't even eaten yet. Is something wrong with it?

[yaayaa]

[Nakigitsune nods at that, stepping closer as indicated, and...what's the first step? He's not sure. Something to do with hands, maybe?

The fox shape he likes to make probably isn't correct.]

[deontology]

[Take all the time you need, Mary.

Sousei's just watching that tree carefully.

.....................

A branch moves towards her and he stomps on it.

Nah.]

[deontology]

[....Ah Vietnam. He crosses his arms thoughtfully at that.]

Do you normally use a weapon? We are not so far from the Residential district.

[You could just...go get it..... he can hold down the fort.]

II

[aerialassault]

[The teasing quip was enough of a distraction for Cliff that the presenter took advantage of the reprieve to move on to introducing the next visitor. Realizing that this battle was lost, Cliff simply shook his head and pulled the ski cap off, shoving it into one of the pockets of his jacket so it wouldn't get lost.]

Only if it make's them happy. If they had to go for a title, why couldn't they go for a better one? I like the sound of 'Bear-Puncher Cliff' don't you?

[deontology]

[Oh my god Milla.... the tsun is Too Strong here........ He arches an eyebrow at that, because he's more than aware that lighting the tree on fire would've probably also lit him on fire, like. Don't be crazy, Milla.]

I am certainly glad that you didn't.

[He's fond of having...an unburned arm........

But a moment later, he tilts his head at her.]

Are you avoiding the crowd? [Parties don't really seem like Milla's scene...any more than they're admittedly his scene.]

[oneirism]

[Accept your fate Gaara, she will drag you out and have you embrace the feeling of dancing. Or just forcefully shove you into it.]

... Then I could teach you. I'm very good at any kind of dancing!

[Despite how lineface Lapis is, she almost sounds proud when she says that. She even puts her hands on her hips and gives a confident nod, maybe to help reassure him that she won't let him look completely silly on the dance floor.]

I

[demonicbookworm]

_{[Ruca is there when Riku gets called a knight. He smiles a little when the other tries to correct the announcer.]}

Ah, I-I don't think you need to worry so much about it?

_{[He speaks hesitantly, but... there really isn't anything bad about being called a knight, is there?]}

[deontology]

[no...... no it was no sap at all shhhhhhhhh.]

...Yes. [But not in a good way, admittedly, which is probably what's contributing to his sour mood.] There is a strong Western influence in the way politics are currently conducted.

[political fancy parties, Hinata.

They suck.]