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« intro ⇢ winterball.exe »
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)
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
 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
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx PHASE II [ xx PHASE III [ xx PHASE IV [ xx BONUS [ why[ 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. ] |
xx ] 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?//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! |
ota!
[Pharos was surprised to get an invitation to the party in the first place. And even though he should have struggled with the idea of attending, the desire to experience such a grand, vast ball had been too big to resist. So he shows up, a slip of a boy in a cute suit. And he had been hoping he would have been able to slip by unannounced, to be able to watch quietly from the sidelines at first.
Unfortunately, the Tellus native Natalia hired is taking his job seriously. And Pharos has always been willing to introduce himself now that he actually has a name.
So his name gets shared with the entire mass of people before he's allowed to go elsewhere.
The first thing which catches his eye is the food. Plates upon dishes upon bowls of food. Rows and rows of bottles and glasses and fine wines.
What an indulgence.
...But perhaps indulging like this isn't bad once in a while. Everyone seems to be having fun, talking and mingling, a lull and hum of conversation. It's quite the amount of noise and Pharos quietly slips to the side until something catches his gaze.
A five layer cake, round and dark and thick with chocolate and raspberries and whipped cream.
Is... that edible? Or only for looking at?]
phase iii
[The swirl of colours and people as they rush by, the music in the air and the sound of instruments being checked so the orchestra can take over again...
It's marvelously messy. There is so much life in this single room that Pharos can't help but be drawn in, eyes wide and trying to follow the movements of the dancers.
He himself is standing near the walls, lips curled into a curious little smile.
He didn't intend to dance since he doesn't know how, doesn't know how to translate the rhythym of the music into the movement of his feet but he's enjoying himself regardless.
Perhaps you're one of the people also not interested in dancing? Maybe you want to brighten a young boy's evening by asking him to dance with you?]
i-ii
That is, until she sees Pharos.
This is strange. Well, until she sees what he's been looking at. ]
Looks pretty, doesn't it? For a cake.
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Something which reminds him of Minato.
It's not something he can physically grasp and yet it's something he wants to hold close and examine until he understands every slope and line to it.]
...It is very tall. Will all that get eaten?
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Well, there's a lot of people. [ like, a lot ] Maybe it'll wither down to two or three layers after an hour so.
[ It's a pretty good-looking cake... hmm. ] Would you like to try it?
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I...
[It's rare to see him thrown for a loop but Minako has done it. There is a part of him which would like to try the cake, would like to indulge in something very human but... He shouldn't. And yet he wants to.]
2/2
Yes. I would like to try it.
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Alright, I'll slice! [ Minako sets her empty plate down on the table, reaching for the cake knife and cuts two pieces from the top layer. She sets the first slice on what looks like Pharos' plate, and then puts her own slice on hers. ] There you go.
[ She already has an idea what this is gonna taste like, but she's excited for his reaction. ]
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[For the first time in his existence, Pharos probably looks his age as he eyes the cake rather doubtfully. He isn't sure what to expect when he digs his fork into the cake. There seem to be so many ingredients that this can't taste good.
And yet it does.
There is an explosion of flavor in his mouth and Pharos is wide-eyed as he chews thoroughly. Is... this why humans enjoy eating? He can't tell if is something universally liked by humans but the cake is sweet but balanced out by the dark chocolate and the berries on top of it.
When he smiles up at Minako, it's with a smudge of chocolate near the corner of his mouth.]
It's... it's very delicious.
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Chocolate tends to be. That wasn't so bad, was it? [ Indulging in something so human. ]
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It's somewhere between the second and third rub at the stain that Pharos remembers Mitsuru's words, a bright firefly of a name.
And the penny seems to fall because eve if they are two different people, Minato and Minako, on the outside and on the inside both, there is something about them which is fundamental to them both.]
...Minako?
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...Yes?
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What are you supposed to say to someone who considers you a friend but you know nothing about?]
...Good evening. [It seems as good a place to start as any.] My apologies. I wasn't aware of your existence until some days ago.
[Pharos pauses, unsure what to say once more. Until he finally smiles.]
How are you? [The words feel so familiar on his tongue that it reminds him of an almost forgotten dance.]
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[ A joke, to ease the uncertainty. And how are you, he asks, a reminder to old visits at night. The reply should be obvious; I'm fine, it's great to see you again—
... ]
I'm good as always. What about you, enjoyin' the party?
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It is quite the experience. I wonder... Will all the people who came here tonight be happy when the leave? Have they gained something?
i-ii
Cake was one of Gintoki's favorites, and the more chocolate and fruit and whipped cream, the better. He's wasting no time digging in as soon as the cake hits his plate.
The boy catches his eye after a moment; not for any other reason than he was watching, though whether it's the cake or Gintoki that he's watching, he can't tell. Gintoki hadn't seen many kids here, either, and he only wonders about his own
kidsteenage employees for a moment before swallowing; too bad he's still got some cream on his chin.. . . and then he'll take a smaller bite . . . is he looking self-conscious, suddenly? ]
Oi, kid. Oi, what do you want?
[and another bite.]
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Pharos points directly at the spot where the whipped cream is clinging to the man's chin, amusement written all over his face.]
You have something on your chin.
[Pause.]
...And I was wondering if the cake was edible but you have already answered that question.
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Hi.
[He himself has an aura of death around him that comes with being the demigod son of Hades if Pharos is able to pick up on that.]
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Pharos tips his head back to study the newcomer with curious, inhuman blue eyes. There is something about this stranger that isn't entirely human and while these occurrences have been mounting as of late, it's still a delight to see so many different... beings.
Because they are all so very different and strange and yet still fundamentally human.]
Good evening. Enjoying the party?
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