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- « INTRO ⇢ WINTERBALL.EXE » OVERFLOW
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)
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
 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 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! |
ota!
Phase III
Standing and watching his...dancing in her dress and purple ribbons and hair combs. She is can't help but to think he's having fun.]
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so when it's over, he's turned back to the line of people along the outside of the dancefloor. he's looking over the potential applicants when he catches sight of the girl from across the room. he smiles, brightly, walking over and leaning down to be closer to her height, holding out his hand.
he's a gentleman after all. ]
May I have this dance, m'lady~?
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Okay, Kisumi.
[Lily wanted to show that she still knew how to say his name correctly after all.]
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with her hand in his he walks her out on the dance floor before turning back, holding out his other hand for her to take as well. he'll probably wait until he has her hands before he tugs her up onto his feet. ] Have you been able to dance with anyone, yet?
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Following him onto the floor she steps onto his feet, not quite used to it, as she holds his hands tightly not wanting to slip.] Yep! I danced with a few people!
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he's pretty used to this since this was how he taught hayato how to dance. ]
So you're an expert! You'll have to teach me the best way to dance.
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I know a few dances...but some are really hard. You're good at it though!
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Ohh, they must be really great dancers then! [ but he laughs when she compliments his own dancing skills, spinning them both around a little when the music almost calls for it. ] I just like to dance!
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Yeah, I learned a lot from them. [Holding tight she giggles at the spins.] I like dancing too, it's a lot of fun!
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You mean more than just dancing? [ his grin just grows with her laughter before they fall back into their normal steps. ] It is! There are all kinds of ways to do it, too.
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Yeah! I became a Baskerville and they're my family.[Humming a little under her breath to the music.] I want to learn more!
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A Baskerville? [ why is that name familiar. ] Well, that's what families are for! To teach you things. [ he laughs a little. ] I don't know how much I can teach you since you are already an expert, but I can try!
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WE CLIMBED THE WHOLE MOUNTAIN
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
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iv.
rin would vehemently deny being inebriated if asked, but the fact remains that he's feeling rather pleasant. kind of like he's one of those disneyland balloons, you know, the ones with a mickey balloon inside another balloon? except he's the mickey balloon and this ball is the other balloon and he just wants to break out and be free -- pun unintended, please don't hit me.
because, seriously, they'd announced his name when he'd first come in, and if that's not freaky as all hell, he isn't sure what is. kisumi had disappeared somewhere, fluttering around like the big pink asshole social butterfly that he is, but rin hadn't minded overly much. after all, he's a mickey balloon and the night is young, yada yada yada.
as it is, by a few hours in, he's light-headed and on the verge of laughing at every vaguely-amusing occurrence around him (that chick who'd come in wearing a bunny hat, for one. forget pink and purple pinstripes, kisumi has to find one of those for himself). he rambles out into the gardens because he's starting to feel claustrophobic in all the finery and excess, and a gulp of fresh air to offset the burst of laughter (not giggling, thank you very much) would be much appreciated.
he nearly trips over kisumi, too busy looking over his shoulder and chuckling at the sight of the bunny ears looming over everyone else. he still has a glass of punch in his hands.
well, he did. now it's upended over kisumi. a beat of silence, where rin's laughter catches in his throat, then -- ]
Shit. Hey, um, wait a minute, just -- stand still -- [ because obviously tearing off his suit jacket and attempting to dry off kisumi with it is the logical thing to do. he hasn't even noticed the vine. ]
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okay, it's pretty strong. this could be...difficult.
but then the next second is interrupted by the sudden entrance of something very liquid and very wet.
kisumi's eyes go wide as he looks up at the one to blame, very reminiscent to a certain water gun fight back home. granted, he's not quite as drenched but the memory has him suddenly very homesick. thankfully when he looks up it's rin who is standing there, laughing at him, tearing off his jacket to dry him off and the look on his face has kisumi snorting.
laughter is apparently very contagious when you're both buzzed at a ball and caught in the garden. ] Riiinnnn- [ he kind of whines, trying to wipe off the front of his shirt. ] It's ruined! I spent my first paycheck on this! [ it's kind of worthless considering how he's still sort of laughing. oh well. ]
How drunk are you?
phase iii!
it's only when he's staring back at the dredges of the fifth cup he's downed that lightheadedness really sets in, so makoto resigns himself to standing off to one side to spectate on the better part of the night, elbows hooked back on a nondescript table, mouth curved in a dopey, lenient smile. inebriation's phased out what little skittishness he managed to retain on arrival — he's fumbling just to keep his fingers properly splayed around his drink, tension rapidly melting away in lieu of a feverish giddiness. when someone manages to snag the hand left dormant at his side, it's all makoto can do to insouciantly hand off his cup to a passing waiter. ]
Oh! Hey, hey. Are you sure?
[ even his uncertainty falls flat under scrutiny.
makoto allows himself to be reeled onto the lacquered floor and messily pitch in-step, back and forth, back and forth. he breaks out in laughter after the first swiveling turn, resplendent with laughter and a good deal of alcohol-induced hyperactivity.
eventually, he settles for steadying his gaze at point-blank range on kisumi, roughly boasting the same degree of inebriated levity typically sported by guys who eschewed logic for spontaneity. this close, they're practically the concept of mimicry in practice. ... well, whatever. when the music trickles to a momentary lull, he leans in, eyes incredulously wide and taking over his face. ]
You didn't tell me you knew how to dance, Kisumi. That's so ... so unfair.
[ beneath the breathy undertone and slipshod amusement, makoto sounds absolutely scandalized. ]
sparkles so intensely at
granted, he can act as comfortable as he pleases. but after a while he always ends up gravitating back to the few people he knows, the few he doesn't have to try for. he gravitates back after making his way around the dance-floor and of course it's makoto he spies first, looking eased by the drinks, the party. kisumi has already dawned the smirk by the time he makes it over to his friend, slipping his hand in makoto's unoccupied one, all grins by the time makoto turns to see him. ]
Of course! [ he laughs, tugging makoto out into the middle of the floor. an already solid confidence is only spurred on further by the addition of alcohol, so where kisumi might have thought things through, thought about anything else in particular, he just blazes forward. kisumi pulls makoto into the steps easily enough, laughing at the looks the other is giving him, grinning as he swivels them, spins him, every movement fluid and a little careless through the haze of the night and the alcohol.
it's not until the music lulls and makoto is there, leaning in right close, and kisumi has thoughts. ]
Of course I can dance! [ easy smiles, easy grins, easy hyper-awareness of the entire room. ] It's all in the footwork, Makoto. My parents made sure I learned when I was young. [ and then another entirely unnecessary spin, as if just to prove a point, before he starts giggling breathily again. ] I never thought I'd really use it, but here we are!
hope you don't mind convoluted and horribly overdue, ghjsjhh
the day is already winding down to an elongating night and makoto doesn't lack inhibitions as he forgoes the common propriety to refuse favors phrased as offers, suggestion thick on the tongue and purged of recompense. come to think of it, he doesn't have any qualms about dancing with a childhood friend, either. if anything, he's brazen, ignoring any nascent traces of high-brow sophistication on principle to plant his feet down mid-spin so they're hung like distended silhouettes at the northeastern corner of the lacquered dance floor, their hands snared in the air, the cast net of their fingers only coincidentally wound up in knots.
the lights ebb somewhere above them, mellowing down to liquid, snaring brightness. there's nothing refined about makoto at all, warring with conflicts of interest hands hot and knit just high enough to keep his companion from stumbling back. under the haze, kisumi's strangely rendered in fixed sharpness, like a switchblade made of slivered points, trading out his usual self-assurance for sheer, undisclosed insinuation.
in return, makoto hovers, releasing a clean rinse of a whistle, compulsion evident in his arching eyebrows. ]
You clean up good. I didn't really notice before? Guess it makes me kind of inadequate in comparison, ehehe.
[ the clarity of makoto's voice is promptly traded out for blotchy omissions: sort of homesick and sort of penitent even when he smiles back at him, punchy and sweet.
makoto releases kisumi only to loose draping around the set of the boy's shoulders, a kind of grounding even as his gaze skates along his partner's lanky frame to the ground, like his body has half a mind to go slantslide with enough insobriety. ]
Well, we've got all the time in the world now. Can you teach me?
not at all?????
he wonders, briefly, if makoto's ever been drunk before. wonders, briefly, if there would have ever been a moment back home that this could have been created. it's a kind of useless dream, futile in its wonder, so kisumi pushes the thought away to return to the steps they make, twirling around the floor. he's not entirely sure how they end up in the corner they inhabit, what thoughts or decisions pushed them this far from their original entrance, but makoto's body is warm through his suit and kisumi is just intoxicated enough to step a bit closer, to use his body to twirl them around.
and then there's a laugh, in response to the whistle, before kisumi is swinging his head for his bangs to move a bit out of his eyes. there's a smile playing on his lips as he watches makoto's arched brow. a near-mischievous kind of sparkle in his eye. ] I don't know if I should take that as a compliment. Did you think I always wore my school uniform? [ the comment is harmless, kidding in its questioning. but just to make it clear, kisumi's smile breaks into a near-laugh, shaking his head. ] Not at all! I think you look quite handsome, actually. The suit really works for you.
[ kisumi lets his eyes wander appreciatively down makoto's front before lifting them again with a smile. he could say more, really, but it's in that moment that makoto drapes over his shoulders and kisumi lets out a quiet, pleased sort of laugh, wrapping his arms around makoto's waist in response. ]
If that's what you want to learn. We could even start now, if you wanted.
cries on u!! also i hope ur con goes well ♥
a coward.
and it occurs to him, out-of-sync and gawkily tracing the outline of the steps that kisumi repeated in perfect conformity to ballroom niceties, that kisumi might've be the bravest out of them, smile composed and certain, always sure of himself. it didn't take a one-off dance to discern that he might've been using kisumi as a diversion from his own insecurities.
it's a little disheartening, but makoto endeavors to talk to him eventually — to speak to him in sincere earnest, better than what their rushed call had last afforded them, than all those snippets of text between them that couldn't possibly convey how utterly lost makoto was, itching anticipation in his bones leaving him fidgety, wired, overwrought with the need to keep the momentum going. but he stops, blinking hard at kisumi, arrantly drawn and inquiring, and his head dips, considering. it's an empathetically solemn tilt, like he's correcting him of some grievous mistake made in error, even when he holds him stationary, warring between capriciousness and sobriety in the same crushed breath. ] 'Course not. You have your basketball uniform, too.
[ stilled into quasi-seriousness, gauging kisumi's decidedly mirthful grin, and snorts, scrunching his nose in response. ]
... Well! Not really. I'm not used to wearing fancy things. It's a little embarrassing. Do you go to parties a lot or something? You're too comfortable with all of this.
[ under the influence, his flustering sheepishness doesn't quite connect with words, leaving them at a verbal, hemorrhaged disparity. if it wasn't for the restless jitter to his inflection, he could've been commenting on the weather. makoto hums when kisumi draws his arms around him, gaze softening, mouth pulled into a slightly deferential frown. ]
That'd be nice. Will you go easy on me? I'm only a novice.
phase 1
Sakamoto turns away from him as soon as he mutters something from that (probably) dirty mouth, covering his own wretched one as he does so.]
Just looking at him makes me feel old...
[That nausea is not what old age feels like, Sakamoto.
You had too much too drink.]
literally the latest person in the whole world I LOVE YOU
but kisumi definitely notices him and turns to walk over to him, suddenly very curious. ]
Ohhhh, are you alright, old man? Too much to drink?
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The nerve of some kids today!
[He yells dramatically. Why are there tears in his eyes?! Take all the alcohol away from him.]
Be strong, Tatsuma! Be strong! Don't listen to him.
He's practically a fetus, after all!
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[ okay so kisumi's not exactly totally sober either. this will be a disaster. ]
Who are you talking to? Are you sure you're alright?
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[sakamoto didn't u just call him a fetus]
There is hope for me yet. I'm alright, totally alright! Ah-
[He wobbles a little.]
I just can't walk in a straight line.