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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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[Well, her brain officially hates her ears for listening to this trash. Not only is it garbage, but it's the type of garbage that gets stuck in your head. At least she's not the only one put off by this.]

They're not thinking, that's what. Whoever's controlling the sound system is a dumbass.

[ really, do the bunny ears not tip him off?! Zara turns to look at him with a dubious expression, brows knitting together. ]

It's very lifelike. It would feel strange eating parts of something that looks like one of my clan...

[ you're free to take it all weird kid. even though he's going to give you the stink eye for it. ]

_{[Only when Riku turns to him, Ruca realizes he's wearing a blindfold. He wonders why, but doesn't say anything. In fact there is a longer moment of silence from him, before he actually responds.]}

...You don't want people to think you're a knight? _{[He tilts his head a bit, confused.]} It's only a title, though. _{[And the announcer is making up those titles most of the time, it seems, so why worry so much?]}

Weird describes a lot of things around here. [Astrid follows his gaze to the tree, which Stormfly is still snapping at to keep it away from them.]

We should probably put some distance between ourselves and it. Just in case.

[Sure, Stormfly could light it up if need be, but she was hoping to avoid setting the whole garden on fire. Their host would probably frown on that.]

[No. Mabel don't. No. Does it look like the dancing type? That's why he's sitting and watching instead of dancing!!]

Yo. [He offers a small wave, not even looking remotely bothered when she slides into the empty seat.] You look...festive.

[That's...that's the right word for her outfit, right? Where did she even find a dress like that...]

[ one gets shot with a poison arrow and dies, the other fades out of existence for 100 years... ]

They are... I'm rather impressed by the detail. It doesn't even look edible.

[ but it is... which is alarming?! He hopes it's not red velvet. In any case, he wipes his face of any remaining discomfort and turns to Oz with a polite smile. ]

It's nice to see you, Oz.

[No...no don't say that...he doesn't want to have this stuck in his head this is terrible.]

Again: couldn't have put it better myself. I get that the orchestra needs to take a break every once in a while but they obviously need to put someone else in charge of the sound system when that happens.

[ Killua knows the voice and the blond hair and the force of nature attached to it and he is looking very much like he's legitimately thinking of climbing the walls to perch in the corner in his best imitation of a treed cat. Sadly, she's already spotted him, so it's probably not worth the effort.

Instead, he squares his shoulders, as though bracing himself, and gives her a flat look. ]

You don't have to yell. I'm here, aren't I?

[ Unfortunately for Yuusei, the way back out of the ball is blocked by some shrimpy kid whose friend has just shoved him in the door and left him — probably to barricade the door to keep him from walking right back out.

And as the kid stumbles another step inside, the helpful announcer guy calls out Young Master Killua Zoldyck, of the Infamous Zoldyck Family of Assassins, Heir.

Now the kid just looks murderous, to go along with the title. ]

I hate her. [ He says, not quite grinding his teeth. ]

[THE SHRIEK OF SURPRISE WAS PRETTY FUNNY and then there is a katana pointed at him and it's probably out of sheer habit that Tenka doesn't flinch. Whoa, people pointing swords at him it's been a while.

He relaxes even more visibly when the sword is put down though and he reaches out to just put his hand on Katsura's shoulder, looking him in the eye evenly.]

My bad, my bad.

It's just me, alright? Settle down.

[ his drug-induced coma means he doesn't even react to being turned over and moved around at first - he's out cold. His tiny bunny body couldn't handle all those weird plants at once. Not that he's not a bit of a lightweight even in human form... There are many reasons he avoids mind-altering substances. In any case, he'll be limp in Mutsu's arms as he tries to clean him off.

At least, until he sneezes. His sensitive ears hear that pretty well, and likely send a signal to his burnt-out brain to get up and do something before he gets stepped on or whatever else. Zara's eyes open at once, ears pricking up, alert, before -- ]

-- Ugh...

[ god, his head. The rabbit's nose wrinkles. Did it just talk? ]

[Souji at first looks as if he is attempting to mirror that bow, but it seems as if he just needs to... bend forward for a little while as he catches his breath. Nonetheless he waves one hand in a dismissive gesture, even managing a small shake of his head.]

I'm fine, and it- it wasn't any trouble at all.

[Okay, if you say so, sir. Maybe he's just wheezing slightly for fun, who knows? The problem isn't really fighting as such, even now - the problem is afterwards, when his heart is still trying to catch up with the rest of him and his lungs seem to realize how little air they have been allowed.

But credit where it's due, he still seems to be trying to take it fairly cheerfully, slowly straightening out and trying to act as if that never happened.]

I'm starting to think that this place doesn't really warn for anything, either. Maybe it's meant to be dangerous. [He shrugs, as if that is of little consequence, and smiles at the younger man as he slides the comb back into place.] Still, no harm done, right? It didn't harm you, did it?

[Ahah.... Tenka just rubs the back of his neck sheepishly at that--]

That obvious, huh?

Well... I'll probably dip in a bit. I came here for my cute siblings than anything else.

Trust me, that's definitely not going to be the case.

[And honestly Tenka is anything if not boring. So even with the tentacle wrapped around his arm he reaches into his coat pocket with his free hand and opens a fan. Probably looks like a normal fan except judging by the way that he cuts through the weird tree vine thing in one swift movement, it's clearly not.]

Ding ding ding, roooound one!

[isn't that what you're supposed to say at the beginning]

Winner is me!

[It might come near you a little bit, Saitou. How does that make you feel.

Still though Tenka just grumbles faintly even as he actually use the fan to.... well, fan himself idly. Maybe to look cool. Except Tenka is very rarely menacing or cool.]

That!

You sound just like my partner.

[ SHISHIOU-SAMA ONLY SAVED YOUR LIFE, BUDDY. ]

You were about to be eaten! [ he retorts, before finally letting go and allowing him to breathe.

from the distance the fish (wait... that's no fish?!) arises from the depths of the fountain and back to the surface again, ominously, looking as if he's glaring at them because he knows he lost his chance at a swordboy dinner. ]

... Is there something wrong with the cake?

[ She has a skeptical look in her eyes as she takes her own wine glass in her hand and moves it around idly, watching the drink swirl around in her glass, not even daring to take a sip of it. ]

[Sakamoto doesn't recognize the stranger right away, after all, his clothes are different as is his gait. He moves like a creature of the night, now. A ghost that floats about, searching for its next victim, empty on the inside.

The curly-haired merchant cocks his head in Takasugi's general direction.]

Oh? Why the long face?

[And, oh-so casually:]

Is mine bigger?

[Hey, if it isn't broken, don't fix it, you know? Stick to color schemes you know work, nothing can go wrong if you do. As for Peko, well...this is what happens when she finds a date and Kuzuryuu doesn't. He ends up alone and leaning on pillars while she's presumably off dancing and having a grand old time.]

[Kuzuryuu's keeping his eye entirely on the dance floor, so he honestly doesn't even notice Maribelle for a good while. And when he does...he's honestly not sure if he should say something or not. They didn't exactly get off on the best possible foot? Not terrible but...not amazing, either. And they hadn't seen each other since.]

[But crap, he made eye contact so he really probably should say SOMETHING, shouldn't he? He can't really just turn his head and pretend he didn't see her now... So he kind of makes some attempt at formality here with a little incline of his head and an:] Evening.

[An attempt was made.]

Not to worry, not to worry! Both balls are present and accounted for!

[He clenches his hand into an enthusiastic fist.

No, you idiot. He meant your pants.]

[ oh my god stop? being so charming?? she can't handle. but she makes a fist with one hand, a comically determined expression on her face. ]

Okay! I practiced a lot, so I won't step on your feet.

[ there's a pause, and her gaze turns slightly uncertain. ]

If Yang wouldn't mind?

[ she doesn't want to steal someone's date ok! ]

_{[With a faint hiss, IV whirls around. After the third time, he's had enough of the announcer.]}

I get it! _{[His voice lowers to a grumble.]} Good grief – and it was only a number.

[ really, haru is two seconds away from insisting on finding a place for this person to sit. the older man doesn't look well after that, and he's clearly having trouble breathing. is he sick? maybe he's not used to exertion? but no, the way he'd handled that haircomb says otherwise.

his lips part, then shut again. .. oh. he hadn't thought to check. he hesitates, glancing down at himself. there's no blood anywhere, at least. and though he aches a little, he's pretty sure the worse he'll have are bruises. despite his small size and thin frame, he's pretty tough. but then, he's sort of had to be.

mutely, he shakes his head, trying absently to smooth his jacket down. ] .. I think I'm fine. I'm really glad you came along when you did, though. [ a fidgety beat, shifting from foot-to-foot. ] I'm Haru, by the way. Kure Haru. [ another, shallower bow, still very polite. ] It's nice to meet you, even under the circumstances. Ah.. I think I saw a bench just down the path if you wanted to sit..

[Oh thank you for that. He would have been kind of upset if you'd dropped that. It's all he has weapon-wise at the moment.]

Ugh... Fucking idiots.

[As he starts to calm down a little and catch his breath, he's gonna try and coax his furry little protectors that are presumably still hiding inside his suit. Look, Gundam, he remembered the tapping trick! Or if your head's still down on the table, maybe you can just hear the light, yet firm tap of three fingers on fabric.]

Edited 2015-04-25 21:51 (UTC)

[She giggles in turn, SQUEEZING him before letting go and moving in front of him with a shake of her head.]

Not at all! I don't think I'm that good quite yet! [But she sure sounds confident like maybe one day!!!]

The time has come for me to thank you for the Christmas gift! I really love it a lot, and thank you for looking out for Dipper too! He really needs it.

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belatedly realizing i numbered phase iii incorrectly whoops

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ahaha, it's okay you were mobile. i just noticed i lost an "e" in "they" we're both winners

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