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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

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto likes to believe that he is the party, thank you very much.]

Well, technically it's my company, even if Mutsu always acts like she really owns it...

[Not helping, Sakamoto.]

[newtimes]

( GRIPS SAKAMOTO'S SHOULDERS. LOOKS HIM IN THE EYE. )

Hey, mister, don't be rude. Tell me ya'r name.

( He'll shake it out of you. )

[kaihentai]

Sakamoto Tatsuma!

[He barks back, with an air of confidence.]

Captain of the Kaientai! A merchant since birth.

You mentioned my fleet, didn'tcha? Ahhhh! We've come a long way in ten years! I'm proud, I'm proud! Everyone has worked really hard.

[newtimes]

( Tatsu? Well, it's close... a dragon for a dragon but... )

Ya mean Ryoma, right?

( Just squinting... Ah, but just in case, it might be best to introduce himself? Maybe this would clear up something. )

... I'm Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki. ( And he watches this guy's reaction to see if he can learn anything. Is this a con? Is he serious? ) I was Sakamoto Ryoma's sword.

[kaihentai]

"Ryo" and "Tatsu!"

[He laughs.]

They both mean the same thing. Dragon!

We're the same person from different worlds, I guess? That's probably the best way to expla-

[He pauses midsentence when Mutsu says he's a sword.]

You're a-

Eh. No way. Hold on, hold on! Is that some kind of slang term? For something like a male prostitute...

[newtimes]

( Same person, different worlds... like Okita Souji. Thanks, Okita, for making this easier to deal with BUT THERE ARE THINGS THAT NEED TO BE ADDRESSED HERE )

No! I'm a sword! Just a sword! ( BESIDES, SAKAMOTO AS MARRIED AND LOYAL AND RYOU WOULD SHORTEN HIM TO A TANTOU IF HE WAS ANYTHING LIKE THAT. Look, he'll even show the sword at his side. ) This is me right here, ya see? I'm tsukumogami. Ya know what I'm saying?

[kaihentai]

A sword with a soul?

[Sakamoto laughs softly.

He'd tease more, but that does strike a chord with him. Years ago, he had traded his sword for just a bag of coins, knowing how expensive it should have been. Crafted of the finest metal from a welder on good terms with his very wealthy family, custom-made especially for him. Why, some houses would cost less than that thing.

Should he feel guilty? For abandoning it.

Like he did his comrades?]

How funny. I used ta think, ah! How can a weapon have a heart?

Well.

I'm glad this one does.

[Does he mean you, Mutsu??? Why is he so sentimental all of a sudden...]

[newtimes]

( Of course swords can have souls and he's laying his out in front of this guy. This guy. Sakamoto Tatsuma. The name is a little different but... names are just other titles and those aren't important. What really matters is the person's heart and soul.

He feels like he's being snuck away again from worried sister to rebellious brother for the first time. Uncertain of the person in front of him but bound all the same. He really can't help but bow his head a little at the feeling. It was exciting the first time he'd felt it but right now... he really shouldn't get his hopes up. )

I learned from my old man. ( He says it carefully, quietly, and he makes sure to look at the ground. ) A sword's just a tool on it's own, ya know. What it does comes down to the guy carrying it.

... Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not sayin` ya're him. Ya'r names are close but even if they were the same ya'd both still be different people.

( This isn't a second chance. It's more like... a new opportunity. )

[kaihentai]

We're definitely not the same, him and I!

I intend to live a longer life- And build a greater empire.

[Sakamoto narrows his eyes, smile cocky, challenging. Sakamoto Ryoma lived to be thirty-one- Sakamoto Tatsuma is close in his late twenties.

While he definitely is no stranger to the effects of aging and the ever-present nature of mortality, Amanto medicine is pretty advanced. He'll keep working unti he's had 6 liver transplants and turns one-hundred and fifty if he gets the chance.]

I'm not gonna be satisfied until my feet've touched every corner of the universe.

I don't care how long it takes me, or if I've got to sweat or bleed a little along the way. That's how I'll know I've worked hard!

[His gaze does soften, however, after he delivers these fighting words.]

Is that really what you think? But you're on your own!

In that case, it isn't the man who carries you that's important...

It's how you carry yourself.

[newtimes]

( At first, he's caught off guard. Wait... he knows?! Ah... He wasn't going to say anything at all so knowing relieves a lot of weight from the situation. And where did that attitude come from? Guy... guy!!! You aren't even fully dressed you can't talk to him like this! But for a moment, he can see and hear his own Sakamoto. )

I know, I-I know...!

( He's tearing up but only because it was a very motivational speech, okay! He's not... getting all nostalgic and sentimental like Kane does.

Look just... give him a minute okay, he's got something in his eye. Nah, he's totally crying. )

Wah...

[kaihentai]

[Oh no.

He's gone and made this poor guy cry. Sakamoto wonders what timepoint the sword spirit is from- Could it be that he hails from after Sakamoto Ryoma's passing?

Seeing a good man cry is usually enough to reduce him to tears, but this is a party, for god's sake! They should be having themselves a good time. And so, without thinking, Sakamoto pulls the other into a steady embrace, hold tightening after a moment.]

Ah, shoot! Look what I've done. I've gone and made ya cry! Sorry, sorry.

You're a good sport, puttin' up with someone who seems like an imposter. This might make ya sniffle, but-

[Sakamoto sighs.]

I gotta thank ya for everthing you've done. Sounds like you really gave it your all.

[newtimes]

( What a jerk for making a good sword cry at a party. He came out here to have a good time and now he's crying like some little kid. Not that there's anything wrong with little kids (he adores the tantous, okay).

This is most definitely a sight to behold for anyone passing by but Mutsu can't help but hug him back. This hold... is different. It's not the same sort of hold he was once accustomed to but he doesn't mind. He's not going to waste the entire night crying but just give him a minute. This is a new opportunity to do something he'd never get to do again and he wants to enjoy it while he can.

After a moment, he has to let go and he tries to wash his face clean with his sleeves. The entire time, he sputters a truth he'd kept hidden because he can't keep secrets from any Sakamoto, )

I tricked ya... ( Hic. ) The drinks... d-don't cost a thing...! ( Sniff. ) I'll get ya one if ya w-want!

( Translation: It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Waah... )

i had to change the tag because he's irresponsible

[kaihentai]

Sure! Why not.

[Sakamoto stuff his hands in his-

Ah.

There's no pockets. Right, he's not wearing pants. Does that make the touching moment they just had some form of sexual harassment?! He doesn't want to think about it.]

Just one, though. I'm at my limit here! Man, have I had a lot ta drink tonight.