estoria | - « INTRO ⇢ WINTERBALL.EXE

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!!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ . . . such a demanding friend. Tenka's answer is simple and kind of dickish:]

Pass.

[he says

even though Katsura will probably find a bottle of sake at his front door in a day]

_{[ Katsura feels his lips curl into a frown as he analyzes Tenka, leaning forward to put his hands on the table he is serving at. ]}

T-Tenka-kun-- even after all we've been through? I even told you my deepest darkest secret.
_{[ see: saying he cheated on a test.
spoiler: this isn't his deepest darkest secret. ]}

[ . . . . this is so dramatic. Tenka is admittedly just squinting--]

Which one? That you're friends with a toilet or that you watch monkey soap operas?

[????]

Those aren't secrets at all. Those are facts that I am very proud about.

_{[ OH. wait, he means Takasugi, right? That's what he is referring to? ]}

Ah, wait.
I'm not friends with him anymore.
_{[ why did he answer that he's proud to be friends with a toilet-- did that imply a literal toilet!??
spoiler: it did. ]}

[ . . . . Tenka shrugs at that. Yeah alright, that's what Sousei said about him for 10 years--]

Maybe he'll apologize for whatever he did one day.

Maybe he won't because it's his character design and his role as the main antagonist.
_{[ He really gets under his skin, okay.
Tenka can probably hear Katsura hissing behind his teeth. ]}

Well that's a quick way to put someone in a box.

[But Tenka throws his arm around Katsura's shoulders regardless, realizing how aggravated his friend is getting--]

Fine, fine, we'll stop talking about it.

_{[ throwing arm around him ... Tenka why. He puts up with it, at least, muttering something incoherent before speaking up. ]}

Surely you know somebody like that. Every series should have one.

[Tenka's the most physically affectionate person around, what else is new--

Though at the question, he looks surprised for a moment. Ignoring the 'series' bit (he's starting to wonder if Katsura's some really determined stage actor?)..... well.]

Someone who used to be a friend and turned out to be a shithead? Of course I do.

[ . . . . ]

... But he's still important to me, no matter what I do. I've kind of accepted it.

Edited 2015-05-14 06:20 (UTC)

He can be important but it doesn't mean you have to like him anymore.
I wish he wasn't bad..

_{[ oh, he hang his head.. ... ]}

[ . . . . oof. It hits a little close to home. Tenka's gaze turns sad for half a second -- and then he offers an encouraging grin instead as the hand of the arm around Katsura's shoulders raises to pat him on the head.]

Yeah.

I know the feeling.

_{[ Ooh. Ohhh. He isn't used to hair pets. This is nice? So many times he gets made fun of— it's a wig and all of that ( since Zura is a play on the word for "wig" and his hair is long ) but this attention is nice.

And his hair is super silky-- almost like a girl's hair. ]}

I see.
Does your important person also share an unhealthy obsession with Yakult? Sometimes I wonder if Takasugi suffers from constipation and that really is why he wants to destroy everything.

Sweets in general, actually.

[Though Tenka will at least ruffle Katsura's hair affectionately before retracting his arm entirely, giving him a grin. Well, at least he doesn't seem to be moping anymore and that's good enough for Tenka.]

At least I know why my guy wants to destroy everything -- sort of. [though he'll also remain unnamed...] You've got it rough, Katsura-kun.

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DENYING IT

oh playing hard to get i see

please stop dreaming, katsura-kun.....

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