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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

[pachintoki]

[He was done right? This wasn't normal. He'd been going for so long that he started to wonder . . . was this how things always were? He'd grown up in a bathroom, right? He'd never left?

Zura's voice has him looking up and over, only to catch sight of Takasugi. . . considering that the last time Gintoki had seen him he was bloody and beaten, mostly thanks to Gintoki himself, it was a surprise. But right in front of him he looked fine, like he hadn't had a sword thrown right through his middle, his face fine, not even bruised or bloody.

But why here? Why was Takasugi here? And more importantly, why was he in the bathroom? Why was this reunion taking place in the bathroom?! He'll meet Takasugi's eye, but then say nothing, looking back to his own business.]

Pretty sure that's you, Zura. Don't blame weird smells on me, oi.

[He's so subdued, suddenly.]

[bakudanma]

Don't be stupid. Buddha once said, “Inside calm cannot be maintained unless physical strength is constantly and intelligently replenished.” My insides are plenty calm, as my strength is replenished. I'm not sure about you.
_{[ Zura, he wasn't referring to those kind of insides. ]}

A real warrior would have the strength to hold it in until left alone in the bathroom. Aaa, what if you're about to drop the big one and somebody walks in? Are you not strong enough to respond appropriately in that sort of situation? Have you even trained for that situation?

_{[ Implying that he has. ]}

What did you even eat?
_{[ He questions Gintoki, then peers over to Takasugi. There is an empty urinal between him and his former comrade.
C'mon, pee faster. This is uncomfortable. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Speaking of uncomfortable things, Sakamoto's feeling pretty uncomfortable himself. Once again, he has had way too much to drink. Something about this is entirely all-too-familiar.

After barreling through whatever may be in his way (what the hell is on the ground of a mens' restroom, anyway), Sakamoto falls to his kneeds and grasps the one free urinal with both hands before puking into it disgracefully.]

[shoutai]

[Honestly, Zura's discomfort with his mere presence alone was pretty amusing, even if it manifested itself in third grader-level insults. Gintoki's presence is not something Takasugi had expected (though it didn't surprise him at all that Zura had refrained from mentioning him when they spoke), but he wasn't too surprised by it, either. Actually, even if he wanted to be surprised by it, he probably couldn't be. There was no time to be surprised. Was there even time to piss? Considering how long the others had already been in here before he showed up, it kind of made you wonder.

But any amusement he had felt for the situation disappears immediately and completely, not when the door bursts open, but when it's clear that the person bursting through the door is none other than Sakamoto. Tatsuma Sakamoto, the dirtiest one of them all.

...

..........why is he puking here. Why right here, why not somewhere else?! Why not literally anywhere else?!]

Hey. You're puking in the wrong place, you bastard.

[God. Now it really does smell. It would have been bad enough if he'd just come here to piss, but this was even worse. Goddammit.]

[kaihentai]

[Upon hearing Takasugi's voice, Sakamoto turns towards the sound, screaming at the thing he sees next- Which is just Takasugi's face. He turns away, ready to face the urinal again.]

I've seen plenty of terrible things...

But that!

[He points off-handedly in Takasugi's general direction.]

That is definitely the worst.

[bakudanma]

_{[ Well. Here they all are. All four of them. Lined up in the order of Takasugi, Sakamoto, Katsura and Gintoki at the very end. They're all doing something like the same thing here and Katsura lets a moment pass before breaking the silence that was heard between the trickling of wee-wee and the splatter of vomit. ]}

—They really ought to clean the bathroom. Look. It's making Sakamoto sick. If people are going to crap on the floor, somebody needs to clean it up.

I refused to touch such things long ago.
_{[ what a lovely reunion. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Immediately, in an ALARMED voice:]

Wait a minute.

There's crap on the floor?

[HE-

HE STARES AT HIS HANDS WORRIEDLY

did it get on the knee area of his pants oh shit oh shit LITERALLY OH SHIT]

[pachintoki]

[Once Sakamoto is done throwing up, the sound of Gintoki taking up the cause of emptying his bladder starts once more. True, it had briefly stopped as Sakamoto startled him and the flow suddenly, hopefully, cut out -- but now, in the quiet, there's just the steady sound of relief hitting the porcelain urinal. A single sound in the stillness, like a songbird in the quiet of an early morning, if that songbird had to take the longest leak of it's life.

. . . do birds do number 1? Do they have number 1 and 2, or is it both together, making something like a 3? He'll wonder. And then--]

More like, there's crap on the crap that's on the floor.

[Tatsuma, where the hell did you just come from? ]

[bakudanma]

_{[ Moved here! ]}