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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! |
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...it's fine.
[ she could still be angry, but what good would it do. she sounds suddenly tired and despondent, going so far as to take a few steps and plop down on a nearby bench, its old wood only further dirtying her dress. ]
It's not like it really matters anymore, anyway.
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What the frag does he do now, why do things like these happen?]
... Guess not. [Her dress won't be less ruined by an apology, after all. Then, with a huff, he straightens back up, staring somewhere at the top of Weiss' head. And, now that he's actually looking, she sure went for a coordinated look. Everything from her hair to the bottom of her feet is white.]
No, what fragging matters is that you got that charm back. It's important, isn't it? [A question, not an insistence of it being fact to defend how he got the thing back.]
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[ not that it's actually a swear word, but the way he says it may as well have been. it's a knee-jerk, almost petulant sort of response, and even though it's got that "please" there in the beginning, it sounds much more like a command than a request. there is a definite pout to weiss' lips when she glances back up at the robot, brows drawn together almost ruefully, but he did well in reminding her of her priorities...
because a moment later, she's glancing back down at the charm with a faint smile on her lips. ]
Very. [ mostly in gesture, but you know. ] I suppose you're right.
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And 'please' in there or not, the tone definitely has Cliffjumper huffing, optics narrowing--- but her smile, however small, manages to... somewhat, distract him.]
Prim ain't ya. [Glowing roll of his optics, but it's more exasperated than truly annoyed.] From a friend? Hopefully no more of these... trees... will take an interest in it.
[At the slow 'trees' comment, Cliffjumper casts a look around, eyeing the offending tree in particular.]
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They won't if they know what's good for them.
[ she huffs quietly, and straightens a bit, glancing back down at the bracelet. ]
And.. yes. I think it is from a friend. [ her tone is soft and fond, and maybe even a little proud, even though her words appear a bit uncertain. ]
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No wonder you got so pissed, I guess. [Given how at odds her tone is with her words, he choses to listen to the tone rather than the hesitant words. Mostly because it feels almost embarrassingly familiar, the way she said it.]
And... uh. Unless you're really set on staying and cleaning up after instead of waiting...
[Cliffjumper's no longer looking at Weiss, scowling at nothing in the middle distance.]
I could always... get ya home. No one has to see... that. [Vague gesture towards Weiss and her ruined dress. Cliffjumper will probably never be proficient at apologising, but this is something, right?]
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You mean this mess you've made? [ her tone is wry, not nearly as angry or malicious as it could be.
she sighs a little, but it's short and decisive. straightening up in her seat, she meets cliffjumper right in the... optical... balls...........
except not, because he's looking away, what a tsun. ]
Get me home, then. It's the least you could do.
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Yeah, that. [He huffs in response, but the defensiveness is off-set by Cliffjumper's slightly hunched-up embarrassment.
He's not sure whether he's surprised or not that she actually accepted, but that does make him turn back around and nod, gesturing out towards the edge of the garden.]
Let's... er, go over there. Not that I couldn't transform here, but I don't feel like fighting more shrubbery.
[Not that he couldn't, though.]
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...sorry. Did you say transform?
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My species have two modes we can shift between. This one and, usually, a vehicle one.
'[Then he snorts, shaking his helm.]
Not that I'd have been able to give ya a ride if my altmode was the same size as my current blasted height, but somehow transforming has me at the right size... So you ain't gonna have any issues fitting.
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[ weiss stares at the robot (???) like he's just grown a second head. ]
I sincerely hope you don't mean for me to get inside you—?
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Who's the one offerin' you a ride? 'Sides, it'll be much faster than walking.
[To be honest, despite having offered - which he did because it seemed like the easiest way to try and make up for accidentally ruining Weiss' dress - Cliffjumper never been too comfortable about having people ride inside.
So he's torn between feeling indignant she's reacting as she is, or relieved.]
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Certainly not! I can't just — get inside you!
[ this is too weird, she's still trying to come to terms with the fact you're some kind of robot thing! ]
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Ain't like you're gonna be touching my spark or something!
[And then he huffs and looks away, optics brighter. Why the scrap did he say that? Now it's just more awkward than it has to be or Weiss is making it.]
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[ she holds up her hands suddenly. ]
Actually. You know what? I don't think I want to know.
[ she rises from her seat, taking a step towards him. ] We'll just walk back, thank you very much. I'm not injured, after all — just dirty.
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And a spark's our... soul, basically. [Cliffjumper says it slowly, with the sort of implacable tone of someone elaborating out of pure spite. Because that's absolutely mature.] It just happens to be physical.
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I said I didn't want to know!
[ though, truth be told, it isn't nearly as terrible as she thought it might be, so she does calm down somewhat once she actually absorbs his words. ]
...what happens if someone touches it?
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Humans? Ain't got a clue, but I doubt it'd do any damage if a cybertronian trusted a human enough to let them try. It ain't gonna implode on touch alone.
[Really, if he was going to speculate (he'd rather not), the same thing that happened if a cybertronian touched it would probably happen. So it was more about the trust inherent in it than danger.
... Well, unless the other party was intent on killing the idiot baring themselves like that, of course.]
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[Cliffjumper shakes his helm, turning away slightly so she won't notice - even if she might not understand what it means - the brightened glow of his optics before he huffs.]
It ain't like it's gonna happen, and it doesn't affect anything I'd normally do. Like transforming or eating or whatever.
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however, he seems to distract her for the moment. ]
Wait — you eat? What in the world could you possibly eat?
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What, don't all living things need fuel of some sort? We call it energon. Naturally it comes from a crystal and is processed into a liquid state, but it can be converted from other fuel sources, like oil and solar energy, too.
[Thankfully. He doesn't really care where the energon here might come from, he's consumed artificial energon quite a lot, after all, just as long as it actually is available.]
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in any case, weiss seems to be suitably sated in curiosity for the moment. she hikes up her skirt and begins the journey back to her apartment, fully expecting him to act as escort, or course. ]
Well, whatever the case may be, I'd rather be on my way now before it gets too late. Come on, then.
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[Cliffjumper groans, not very gracious about it, but mostly because walking is going to take much longer and there is other options.]
Especially since you've decided to walk.
[Despite all that, Cliffjumper falls in step beside Weiss and keeps a pace to fit her speed, instead of stomping on before her.]