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[poised]

Who: everyone, literally everyone
When: ooc: 04/25-04/26; ic: 12/26
Where: the Gardens
What: overflow of 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 overflow! It's a bit early but just to make sure the transition for everyone over here was captcha-free. 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 and post new intros! 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!!

Comments

[justichthys]

[ It seems like Aoko's introduction hasn't been the only completely ridiculous one so far … and it won't be the last, either. (Is it just her imagination, or is that guy having fun humiliating everybody?) She might've found it relieving if it wasn't for her outfit, still so conspicuous amidst the fancy suits and dresses.

She's just in the processes of drifting back, backpedalling towards the exit as gracefully as she can, when she spots him.

That fluffy fair … the way he wears his suit, with a kind of casual elegance that just makes her want to throw something at him; the stupefied, wide-eyed look on his face – it's him. It's Kaito. ]

W-Wha … [ That's … That is Kaito, isn't it? ]

[ Aoko freezes midstep, gawking right back at him. ]

K-Kaito?!

[carptricks]

[GREAT. NOW THEY ARE GAWKING AT EACH OTHER. you probably look stupid with your mouth hanging open like that, kuroba. he closes said mouth with a click, withdraws his hand quickly and takes a step forward, only to freeze again.]

[that's her, all right. there's no mistaking that hair, or the way she knew his name, or that sweater-- why the heck did she like that band so much, anyway? she was here, very much alive and very much staring at him like he was a ghost. and for some reason, he felt like an entire weight had been lifted from his shoulders.]

[thank god]

[he should--]

Look at you! You are way under-dressed.

[-- curb any awkwardness he might feel at being so relieved to see her by being a snarky jerk. yeah. that was the way to do it!1]

[justichthys]

[… Yep, that's definitely, absolutely, unmistakably Kaito. It's so familiar that it steals her breath, because she'd thought – she'd thought that he was … ]

What's that supposed to mean?! [ Her voice is raising quickly, and so is the flush on her cheeks. ] Kaito, you …! [ Stupid, stupid, stupid jerk! She'd tried not to let herself think it, had tried to push it down, down into the little leaden box sitting heavily in the pit of her stomach, but it had nettled her all the same: would she ever see him again? ]

[ There's really only one way for her to show him exactly how she feels. ]

[ So. Think fast, Kaito, because with the very next breath Aoko lunges, swinging her backpack of her shoulders and straight towards his stupid, cocky face. ]

[carptricks]

[ah, yes. the familiar song and dance. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed it]

[her backpack swishes through the air, missing his nose by mere centimeters as he leaps into a smooth back handspring to avoid being hit. he has way too much experience moving like this in suits and tuxedos]

Oi, oi! [he lands smoothly on his feet and shoots her a flat look] That's not how you greet someone!

[justichthys]

Like insulting me was any better! [ Swing, swing! She throws herself into the familiar routine with gusto, chasing after him … with any luck, it'll hide her relief, and the lingering tell-tale signs of upset. That powerpoint presentation – not to mention everything that had come before it – had been hard for Aoko to swallow. ]

[ This next swing is maybe just a tad forceful than her usual. ]

[carptricks]

It wasn't an insult, I was stating a fact!

[hop, leap, roll and dodge. he avoids every single one of her swings-- even the more forceful ones-- with practiced ease. he hadn't missed the redness in her eyes, so he's more than willing to give her a run for her money. exercise can be pretty good stress relief, after all]

[justichthys]

It's not my fault I ended up here like this!

[ It isn't, it isn't; all she'd been doing is living her life, and then suddenly … here she was, uprooted and adrift, entirely out of her depth. Aoko lets out her breath in an explosive huff, twisting and diving and dodging in a valiant attempt to keep up with him. She has to lose herself to the chase, just like they're back home. Just like they're in class.

Just like everything is okay. ]

[carptricks]

[in lieu of a verbal reply, kaito takes another duck underneath her backpack, sticks his tongue out at her, and then vaults effortlessly over one of the food tables]

[he might be showing off. just a little]

Maybe not! But it is your fault you're so slow!

[justichthys]

[ Oh, now it's on. ]

I'm not slow! You're just obnoxious! [ Yelling as she dives under the table, sliding beneath so that she can come up swinging. After years of chasing Kaito around crowded classrooms, she's learned some tricks to keep herself from being left in the dust. ]

Just when the heck did you even get here, anyway?! [ He must've had more time than her, if he's comfortably dressed up like that. ]

[carptricks]

[-- that maneuver takes him by surprise, and with a yelp he leans back. her backpack misses by bare centimeters, and may clip the tips of his bangs]

. . . at least two weeks ago! See what I mean by slow?

[he backpedals now, his stance wavering slightly due to the fact that she took him off guard moments earlier. it doesn't take him long to regain his balance, though]