LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

[spoofer]

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: The slow transition from summer leads to a fair, complete with whacky treats and activities from other holidays and festivals from around the Multiverse.
Date(s): August 26-September 2
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.

Late Summer Fair

I play my part and you play your game

Welcome to Xistentia's first fair, F.A.T.E.S.' excuse to mingle. The setup appears overnight on the edge of town, a nonsensical mash of themes and places from the multiverse. Haunted house and circus tent, facepainting, ferris wheel and carousel, game stands that seem to self-operate, dozens of empty shopfronts, self-regenerating popcorn stands. Pretty soon, however, the people start to come, bringing their own goods and wares. The population of Xistentia is 333, which is more than enough people to fill a fair.

As far as fair food goes, there are penis-shaped waffles^[NSFW] in various flavors, two-sticked popsicles for sharing with a partner, turkey legs, fried dough, cookies as big as your head, fried fish, fried lizards, glutinous fruits, and lembas.

And let's not forget, there is an abundance of alcohol everywhere. Beer, wine, you name it.

But of course, let's not forget the games. Many of them are low-key and prizes vary from the ability to change your daemon's color to any other natural hue, to free food, horrible writing pens, and stuffed animals. Games vary from whack-a-mole to bobbing for apples. Everything is free to eat, drink, and play, barring some excuses for barter with some of your friendly neighborhood natives.

Some games, however, are less casual if not necessarily more costly. The contests of finesse and strength come with special prizes from F.A.T.E.S. and...

THE WINNERS ARE

Note that the "prizes" do not stack. Runner-up winners will not get multiple of the same type of prize, and those who experience a critical failure won't suffer particularly severe consequences. If your character receives a dream or a "unique item," you will receive a reply to your comment on the mod announcement with more information.

Contests of Finesse

DARTS
First Place	Vanyel Greyjoy	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Jace, Amanda, Zeke, Kavinsky, Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Magnus, Barclay	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
RING TOSS
First Place	Jace Wayland and Magnus Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Vanyel, Rafaello, Amanda, Zeke, Barclay, and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Aymeric and Kavinsky	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
ARCHERY
First Place	Alec Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Nico, Vex, Aymeric, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky, and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Barclay	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
SPARRING
First Place	Kavinsky	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Rafaello, Zeke, Barclay and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Alec, Vanyel, Jace, and Magnus	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit

Contests of Strength

ARM WRESTLING
First Place	Ezekiel	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Rosie, Aymeric, Vanyel, Rafaello, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Vex and Jace	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
HIGH STRIKE
First Place	Era	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Alec, Nico, Vex, Jace, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Aymeric	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams

See also detailed dice roll information for: darts, ring toss, arm wrestling, high strike, and archery.

Kissing Booth

And what would a fair be, without a kissing booth?

Just like the rest of the fair, the odd thing is that there is of course no payment required.

Instead, a large and lovely lantern hangs behind the booth. It seems to glow a little brighter every time a kiss is transacted. It's hard to know exactly what this means, but considering that emotional intimacy lights the streets of the city, one might guess that F.A.T.E.S. is saving up this particular energy for something special.

But until then, it's a good excuse to make out.

Comments

[servomotor]

[For some reason, that is surprising to Tony Stark. He's been hanging out with the wrong crowd, maybe. Or just no longer the college crowd, when experimentation was a little more out commonplace, Brokeback Mountain references with Rhodey, stuff like that.] Aren't you like twelve? [he asks.] Fifteen.

Maybe I'm getting too easily scandalized in my advancing age. [But he's smiling a little, the beer making it easier to appraise the young man. Kids look older these days, he remembers. It's hard to know what to do with that information, when you have a boy like Nico staring at you boldly from across the booth. He isn't at his best lately-- and even at his best, the women he tended toward were hardly always age-appropriate. That and legal are two separate issues entirely.]

[deathkid]

[ both attempts at guessing his age make nico pull a face. it's been a while since someone's mistaken him for being that young given most people who know him are aware he's much older. it still stings though, especially since the guy is the one who approaches the booth in the first place.

huffing in mild irritation, his colorless eyes stare back at the stranger before rolling in obvious annoyance. he cups his chin with both hands, elbows situating on the counter and he snorts. ] I happen to be about 89. I was born in the thirties.

[ and because that might leave the stranger a bit confused, he continues. ]

Let's just say time froze for me for a while. That's why I look this way.

[servomotor]

..., [Tony says. His dark eyebrows climb high on his face, and he studies the young man a touch incredulously. Just a touch. Of course, Thor is considerably older than that and he looks like he's in his thirties, and Steve has his own youth regimen going on. Apparently that isn't a phenomenon specific to his world. He doesn't know why it would be. He's heard rumors there are vampires around here.]

Tony Stark.

[He's just going toooo go ahead and shake Nico's hand right here and now.] I'm sure there's some kind of learning curve for adjusting to the geriatric youths and progressive attitude toward intimacy around here. You're gonna have to forgive some of us, kid. Not kid. ...You. Some of us in town are new to the. [He sort of vaguely points a finger around, at Nico's hair, the lamp behind him, the -- fairies sitting in a row along the top of the booth. You know.]

[deathkid]

Tony- [ a nod as he shakes the man's hand. tony will likely feel the calluses on nico's palm from his sword. nico notes that tony's hand is just as callused but he has a feeling it's not from wielding swords or fighting the kind of battles he's fought.

raising his brows at tony, he glances up toward the lamp towards which tony gestures and then the fairings sitting along the top of the booth ( oh, that's new ). he can understand the shock of meeting someone who's a lot older than they look, but tony seems to be taking it well. nico tells him as much. ]

You'll get used to it. Most people do.

[servomotor]

[A handy young man with rumpled emo hair, then. Wonderful. Not wonderful? Not young. Tony manages not to make a joke about lumbar sticks and the fomentation of a youth serum. That would've blown Extremis out of the water, really.] Thanks. I feel very reassured, mysterious young old man, [he says.] I don't know how they do it in your world, but this is usually the part where you tell me your name.

Reciprocity. [Tony gestures with his beer cup and other hand. Fridayd turns her eerie, mechanical face to settle her stare on Nico, impassive. She isn't nearly as fun a companion as JARVIS used to be, and that much is deliberate. Tony has enough fun making a mess interpersonally all by himself.]

I'm guessing from your choice of booths to operate, you know all about that.

[deathkid]

Right. Well, I promise I won't always be a mysterious young old guy.

[ nico has forgotten himself slightly, having to remember that giving his name is usual. it's not his fault, really. when you spend so much time around the dead, politeness seems to go out the window. fortunately, will has been helping him with that. so he smirks a bit, taking his hand back to settle his elbow on the counter and cup his chin. ]

You've pretty much got it. [ said a bit sardonically. ] I'm Nico di Angelo.

[servomotor]

[Italian. Tony nods thoughtfully.] Fancy. Means 'of the angels,' or something. [He motions vaguely at Nico's person with his fingers. And his smirk, the androgynous good looks. And his fluffy black hair with its rakish cut above his eyes.] Seems a little Biblical, including the homoerotic making out here. [He points up at the banner laden with fairies overhead.]

Do you have some kind of a real job, real identity, thing, party theme going on when you're not doing this?

[Just in case he's being rude-- or possibly being overheard by people who would think it's skeezy for a 40-something-year-old man to be conversing with such a tender young thing at a kissing booth, Tony glances back over his shoulder. At least, for the moment, there's no queue lining up— but that'll change sooner than later, he's confident.]

[deathkid]

I don't know much about Biblical. That's not my scene. Think Greek and you're more on track.

[ homoerotic making out and all, since the greek pantheon is full of that kind of stuff. just ask apollo.

he watches the way tony glances around them, lifting a brow at the seeming nervousness of the older man, and then snorts. real identity, like he's some kind of super hero. that's funny. ]

I usually go on missions around the area. Kill monsters, find food. That kind of thing. As for a theme... You could say death is my area of expertise. Most mortals would call me a necromancer.

[servomotor]

[There's a beat's silence.]

I think it takes someone of my exact life experience to remain unphased when you say things like, 'most mortals would call me a necromancer,' [Tony says, his voice as dry as the air over Everest. He shakes his head. And then whacks his daemon again, when Fridayd starts to try to reach for one of the little fairies sitting in a row overhead. Not until they actually poop on someone down here! Then it's fair game. Like going after pigeons with a shotgun.]

Do you happen to know of a god, or demigod, or whatever, named Thor Odinson? The rest of his band consists of Sif, Volstagg, and Fandral. Loki left to start his own thing. We hate Loki. Loki sucks.

[deathkid]

I know of Thor. And Loki, though the Loki I knew is presumably different from the one you knew. Because when you say Loki sucks, well... [ nico merely lifts a brow and allows a smirk to curl at the corners of his lips. he'll let tony fill in the blanks. ]

As for me, again, wrong pantheon. I'm a demigod, a half-blood. Part human, part god. And my dad is Hades.

[servomotor]

[Tony doesn't get it for a minute. And then he gets it, his face going bright with laughter-- that he manages to suppress, somehow. Barely. You're all right, little death god.]

Wrong pantheon, [he repeats.] Right. Remind me to get into all your daddy issues-- of which there are clearly innumerable, [he gestures vaguely at himself, visibly in his forties. Then at Nico, probably a reference to 'Hades,' as it were, as well as his full blush of youth.] When we go out on our first date. Which traditionally preempts the making out, for us humans.

Small print.

[deathkid]

[ cupping his chin again as he leans against the booth, he snorts. daddy issues... if only tony knew. but he's going to keep those to himself, even if tony is clearly interested. no, what nico reacts to more is the suggestion of a date which leaves him raising both brows and letting his gaze flick up and down tony's form. ]

I suppose it does. So are you asking me then? Because this is a kissing booth and the usual prerequisites don't necessarily apply.

[servomotor]

[A shrug moves cheerfully!! through Tony's shoulders.]

I'm definitely not up to anything, if that's what you're asking, [he says in a way that suggests that he's probably up to something, but it can't be that bad, or not compared to the apocalypse anyhow.] Come on, geriatric jailbait. Yes or no?

[He's actually a lot like this with ladies, too. It's surprising that anyone puts up with him. CHINATOWN PLAYS A TYPE;;]

[deathkid]

[ a laugh huffs its way past nico's lips and he rolls his eyes a bit. this guy is clearly a troublemaker in some form, but nico's never shied away from trouble, so he lifts and drops his shoulders, a smooth motion to indicate he's not opposed to the idea. ]

I like cheeseburgers and good fries. I won't touch cereal, and never, ever give me flowers. My boyfriend is the son of the literal god of son and my best friend can make you do things to yourself you'd never imagine and just with a flick of his hands, which means if you piss me off, it's not just my skeletal army you'd be dealing with. So if you're still interested...

[ the hand cupping his chin flicks out, making a rather elaborate gesture that basically means "sure." ]

I'm game.

[servomotor]

That is, [Tony observes,] an obnoxious amount of small print. But okay. Congratulations on the game.

What's the deal with the cereal?

[Very pertinent questions. Tony attends things with low base rate.] It doesn't get soggy if you eat it fast enough. That should be fine print. On the box. For those of us overly preoccupied with our nonstop weird supernatural thrills.

[Definitely interested. :D]

omg so many typos in that last tag i am so sorry

[deathkid]

[ out of all of that, the cereal bit is what sticks with tony? what a weird man. nico stares at him a bit and then sighs. ]

When your step-mom is Persephone, you get stuck with her mom for six months of the year. And Demeter never stops talking about cereal.

i didn't even notice <3

[servomotor]

They left that out of Greek studies class, I'm pretty sure, [he says, brightly, and still seven or eight shades of drunk.] Okay, I consider myself informed. My daemon will talk to your daemon, and here's hoping you don't catch divine mono or floral allergies before then.

♥

[deathkid]

[ this will be interesting. nico's highly intrigued by the stranger and eager to learn more. especially given how much tony, in turn, seems intrigued by him. ]

Don't worry, demigods rarely catch colds. I'll see you later, Mr. Stark.