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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

[shoutai]

[The fact that Gintoki would fall to the ground after all of that wasn't strange. He could hardly breathe, and even with one eye, anyone could see that the branches had gripped him too tight. But the moment he realizes what's going to happen next is a moment too late.

Being an antagonist does not give you puke armor.]

...

[--ah, he's not smiling anymore.

Is this what he gets for being nice? It wasn't like he was proud of himself for it. It definitely hadn't been a matter of letting his pride go to his head. What, then, did he do to deserve this? Was the bathroom incident not enough? Was Sakamoto not enough? Why did this have to happen?

Takasugi's feet are covered in puke and he does not look happy about it.

He's never being nice again.]

[pachintoki]

[At least losing most of his stomach contents makes him feel better; in fact, Gintoki could go hit the ball again. It helped a lot.

Unfortunately, there was still the matter of Takasugi standing in front of him -- standing in a bunch of puke now. He'll sit back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gives Takasugi a look that still isn't terribly friendly, despite the other's strange benevolence. ]

. . . oi . . . [there is so much hesitancy in his voice right now. . .] . . .you made them squeeze harder.

[you asked for it, jerk.]

[shoutai]

[Take responsibility, you asshole. He's so annoyed that he hasn't even moved from this spot. Why bother? It's already too late. The damage has been done.]

You moved too much. [Takasugi's answer, on the other hand, comes with no hesitation. He nods in Zura's direction.] You should've been more like him.

[...who he, by the way, is making absolutely no effort to try to help whatsoever.]

Next time, you should play dead. Actually, don't play dead. Just die.

[pachintoki]

[He could have gotten up and walked away. He definitely could have, until Takasugi tells him to go die.

There's plenty of bad memories associated with that kind of talk, Takasugi. You should know better than to say something like that to Gintoki, or maybe, that's exactly why he says it.

At any rate, Gintoki's going to give a sudden kick with his leg and if Takasugi doesn't get out of the way, he's gonna end up landing on his ass on the puke-y forest floor. Hopefully the sword Takasugi had was his own, and Gintoki can find Zura's that he lost, get them both out of here, and forget this ever happened.]

[shoutai]

[That, at least, he does manage to avoid with a brief sidestep. He doesn't make any move to retaliate otherwise, however. He simply puts his sword away, and when he pulls his pipe from his mouth again, he exhales smoke in what is practically a huff.

He very nearly says, "You're welcome." in a sarcastic voice, but he manages to hold that one back, if only because there's something else he wants to say even more.

Katsura's sword is still on the ground somewhere; he knows that's what Gintoki's probably looking for. He watches him for a moment as he starts to look for it.]

Hey. [The annoyance from his previous words has faded, just a little. He didn't plan to leave him with any more petty, fifth grader insults.] I think it doesn't hurt so much anymore.

[Gintoki hadn't asked; he might not even understand, considering the situation, but that felt like something that he needed to say. He didn't expect gratitude, or even forgiveness, but that was why he did what he did just now.

But he is now covered in puke and they've both done something to annoy each other, so he turns away to go and-- do something about that.]

Tell Zura I said hi.

[...ah, looks like Zura is getting his petty fifth grader attitude instead.]