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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[England likes the ball, even if it isn't perfect, and it's in a weird place. it makes him feel... connected. he's met quite a few interesting characters in his time in Cerealia, a lot of people who are going through what he's growing through. misery loves company.

he grins when he sees Levi and walks over to get some champagne for himself]

Well, if it isn't my new favorite author. You seem to be enjoying yourself.

[Favorite author? If Levi's cold dead heart were able to doki-doki this would be the very moment that it does. He beams proudly, and chuckles under his breath.]

This party isn't bad! While the music might be unfamiliar, the wine at least reminds me of home.

Is it good? [he's only tried the champagne! but now England's eyeing the wine on the table too]

Hah, I've never been picky, so I couldn't tell you.

[Just so long as there is booze to be had and someone else to pour the glass, he's not going to complain.

But you seem to have taken to this world rather well. Some people are still trying to find their own feet and you've managed to build an orchestra.

[normally England doesn't drink wine, because it reminds him of a stupid person. but he might try it]

I wouldn't say I've taken to it. I still want to go home. But a friend asked me a favor, and I did not want to let her down after she had put so much faith in me. [England's wearing a half-grin here. he likes having authority, likes being respected. it's written all over his face]

[What better reason is there to do anything? It's the exact reason why he sent tomatoes to Vietnam.]

She sounds like an important friend. From home?

Natalia? Ah, no. She's not. We actually met under... unfortunate circumstances, and we bonded over that. She is a good person, though.

[Wanly:]

Has anyone here actually met each other under anything but unfortunate circumstances...?

.....I suppose you have a point.

Though it probably makes for better stories this way!

[winesip.png]

If we all live long enough to tell them.

[oh Levi. England truly appreciates your dark humour, even if it is disheartening at times]

That reminds me. Have you known anyone who's disappeared from Cerealia? Not simply gone missing, but they are no longer listed in the directory, and their apartment is empty?

[His humor may be dark, but he can sense a serious topic change when he hears one. Holding up his wine glass with one hand, he reaches across with the other to fix his cloak as he nods an affirmation.]

There have been a few that I've noticed, yes.

Recently, two of my colleagues were sent back home. They'd been here longer than me, and it made me wonder why certain people are brought here, or why others get to leave. [also, where do those missing people even go...?]

[He smiles again, but it's more kind, understanding. Another sip of wine fills his hesitation to answer.]

I've asked myself those same questions. ...hah, well, aren't they useless to dwell on? Why are only some people brought here? The answer could be as simple as "a mistake" or "a glitch in the code". [People in his workplace use phrases like it all the time.] Are we brought here because they've decided that we, above everyone else else in our world, would prove the most useful to saving those worlds? It only takes a short look around this garden to know that that isn't true.

[People, like himself, had never even heard of a computer before coming here. Why would the people in charge bring in people from worlds that didn't understand their technology on purpose? Why would they bring children? It feels like nothing more than a mistake.

Or a joke.]

You'll drive yourself mad trying to answer those impossible questions. It's better to ask yourself what you'd like to do about it now that it's happened.

[overfloooow!]

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