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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

[muscats]

[ Whoa, Yata, how many trips have you made to the buffet table?? Hotarumaru has been standing here for a while and had taken notice of him, mostly due to his food choices.

Meanwhile, Hotarumaru has been struggling to get food. The stuff that has been placed in the center tends to be the stuff that he wanted but couldn't reach. Oh woe is he. But at least he's able to see the Santaberries. ]

I think you would appreciate them more.

[ Don't take just three. Have four or five more. He starts putting more onto Yata's plate.

Yeah, he's been given the impression that Yata's a fatty very hungry. ]

[rollin]

[ One berry. ]

Ah, no, I don't really—

[ Two. ]

Look kid, I just need—

[ fIVE!! He grabs Hotarumaru's wrist and pulls him away with a sharp tug. ]

Whoa, whoa, what the hell? Whaddya take me for, huh? You think I'm some kinda fatass who keeps shoving shit in his mouth? [ Ah. This guy's probably ten. ] ...stuff in his mouth?

[ Yes. Because shit is totally the only swear word he needed to correct. ]

[muscats]

[ HAHAHaha... ha. Ten. ]

Eh? I think it's good to have a big appetite and you're pretty thin.

[ He certainly doesn't mind the swearing. If only Yata knew that he didn't really have to hold back. ]

I'm pretty sure I can easily pick you up as you are now.

[ Wanna give it a try? ]

[rollin]

[ Yata would correct Hotarumaru and say the sweets aren't for him, but he can't help but smirk. This kid! This kid is a riot. He puts his plate on an empty space next to the Santaberries. ]

Hehhh. You wanna bet?

[ Come at him, bro. ]

[muscats]

Mmm, okay then.

[ Wow, they're really going to do this. Hotarumaru sets his plate down, too, and rolls up his sleeves. ]

Please excuse me.

[ Can't forget to be polite before he wraps his arms around a complete stranger. Marvel the strength of a tsukumogami??? ]

[rollin]

[ He rolls his eyes. Nevertheless, he's amused! ]

Ready when you are, kid!

[muscats]

Okay, here I go...

[ Once he's sure that he has a good grip, Hotarumaru bends his knees a little before he proceeds to put in all of his energy into picking Yata up. AND HE DOES IT!!!
... for a couple of seconds.


And then Hotarumaru accidentally drops him. Oops. ]

[rollin]

Woah! [ HE'S UP IN THE AIR! Arms flailing— ] OOF!

[ And he's down and out. ]

... You said you could lift me...

[muscats]

[ Sorry, Yata-bro. He'll extend a hand out to help pull him up. Can't have your fancy suit all dirty, right? ]

I did lift you. I never said it would be for very long though.

[ Lifting up people is a lot harder than lifting and swinging around a heavy sword. Maybe Hotarumaru needs to do more training. ]

So I've won the bet.

[rollin]

[ Yata accepts his hand and pulls himself up. Kids... ]

I dunno what you just won, though.

[ Bragging rights? ]

[muscats]

[ People probably won't find that very impressive though................ ]

I want a prize.

[ Give him something stylish and cool, Yata, but not a beanie, please. ]

[rollin]

A prize? Jeez...

[ Okay, fine. He pats his pockets for something good, then takes Hotarumaru's hand to give him a couple of Milky candies. ]

[muscats]

You sure like sweets, huh?

[ But these are definitely nice. Hotarumaru will happily accept them. Two are quickly put into his pocket. He'll save them for a few special people. The rest... he'll probably eat them himself or share with the others (if there's any left by the time he reunites with them). ]

Thanks a lot!

[rollin]

why is he cute wtf....