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

[deathkid]

[ so that was it. the strange change he'd felt. kavinsky's soul is no longer mortal and as a result, nico can't sense him as well. it's weird, makes nico frown a little, but who is he to object? it was kavinsky's choice and truth be told, being close to the boy like this is just a little thrilling. ]

You had Rafa turn you? Why?

[ there's no judgement in his voice as he notes the new, tiny fangs glinting against kavinsky's lips. simply curiosity. ]

Is it fair to fight in the sparring ring when you're enhanced now?

[pillz]

I always wanted to turn. [kavinsky runs his cool fingers up along the death god's arm, a little intrigued-- more than a little intrigued about how different it feels now. nico's skin beyond perfect. tiny pores, fine hairs arranged up them.] Well maybe not fucking always. For like a year. I was gonna do it in Eudio, long as Rafa could figure out how I could keep my powers. Then this shit happened-- we came here, and then.

[vex. but he knows nico is trying, with both of them-- that he cares about both of them, and finally, finally, kavinsky's done trying to pressure the son of hades into choosing.

kavinsky tugs his wrist, turns to look at him. his nostrils flare, almost imperceptibly. drinking the smell of the other boy. it's that reek rafa used to hate with vex— magic, heavy and bright. not as bad for kavinsky, though, who can smell it off himself too.] Half the people in town have their fuckin' powers. Nobody else got stopped.

[deathkid]

[ being turned around and looking fully at kavinsky, nico can feel his heart pick up speed. not out of fear, but something darker. interested. he wants to reach out and brush his fingertips over those tiny white fangs, maybe even prick them so blood seeps to the surface of his skin, but he withholds. if kavinsky is anything like rafa, who turned him, then his blood could harm kavinsky and nico is in no mood to harm. ]

So you can still pull stuff from your dreams. How does that work exactly? I thought Rafa was pretty much allergic to blood. Especially mine.

[ giving into the urge, nico reaches up to brush his fingertips against the corner of kavinsky's mouth, a brow lifting as he watches the reaction. ]

That's true, I guess. I suppose congratulations are in order, then.

[pillz]

You do smell kinda funny, [kavinsky admits, because he is and always has been the most charming vampiric undead romantic hero seducer ever, and telling people they smell funny is definitely the most charming thing to do. but kavinsky brushes his pillow-sized lips over nico's fingers, and that seems a little more in line with what sexy vampire urban romances ten to ask of their undead.

he smiles. the wicked points of his fangs glinting.]

I gotta take a pill to be able to go to sleep, but everything else works like normal. Gonna have some long, boring-ass daylight hours to kill sitting at home, all by my lonesome. [his pupils are huge in his eyes, studying nico as a cat regards a tender helping of albacore with crispy onions. it's a good thing nico is looking out for him, because kavinsky's doing the dumb thing and dimpling his finger with a tooth now.] Know what I'm sayin'?

[deathkid]

If you tell me I smell like death, I'm leaving.

[ because he gets that and it always makes him roll his eyes. he doesn't smell like death. at least, he doesn't think so. will doesn't seem to think so either, so that's got to mean something.

when kavinsky brushes his lips against his fingers, he resist the urge to press them in a bit more. but as he feels the hint of that sharp tooth begin to cut into his skin, he considers withdrawing his hand. ]

When I sleep, it's heavily, so I guess I don't. So are you like Rafa in the sense that my blood will burn you?

[pillz]

[kavinsky laughs at that, low, a rough chuckle that's more like a lion purring than an ordinary sound of mirth from an ordinary boy. not that predatory sounds out of the ordinary for him, of course. but what does nico have to worry about.

'smell like death.' kavinsky should be the one leaving.]

Yeah, guess so. I don't got his upgrades against magic, even, so I'm pretty sure all the stuff that still hurts him would hurt me the same. If not more. [he makes a face like a toddler confronted with brussel sprouts, but in real life, he doesn't actually mind too much. it's not like he was interested in drinking nico's blood when he were human. still an upgrade. he lets nico retrieve his hand, and instead, plants a raspberried kiss fatly against nico's cheek.

pbbbt.]

But you still fuck him, right? Even though he can't bite you.

[#priorities.]

[deathkid]

[ quirking a brow at that laugh, nico rolls his eyes. he's used to kavinsky's general crassness and more rambunctious moods by now, but that doesn't mean he approves. the question makes him snort as he shifts, arms looping over kavinsky's neck and he nudges the other boy. two can play at that game. ]

He and I have been together, yes. But not for a while.

cw sexual vulgarity

[pillz]

[that

sounds like a threesome waiting to happen. there's a vulpine slyness to kavinsky's eyes. but he doesn't say anything yet, because he has some character defects, and it's probably harmless, and also he's still kind of a creep who thinks an ambush is the same as spontaneity when it comes to sex. but at least it probably is actually harmless, where nico and rafaello are involved.]

You can throw darts at a picture of him if I get to throw darts at a picture of Vex's asshole, [he says, pinching nico's waist.]

[deathkid]

[ squirming away from the pinching, nico frowns at kavinsky and makes a grab for the boy's own waist. this makes the arms slung over kavinsky's shoulders slide down none too salaciously as he glares a fraction. there's no heat, no anger behind the expression. just nico's general response to kavinsky's more vulgar suggestions. ]

Why would I want to throw darts at Rafa, though? He hasn't done anything wrong.

[pillz]

[cuz

cuz kavinsky likes to stir shit, and that's all, literally that would be the only reason.]

Why would he have to do shit wrong, [he says.] If the world were to suddenly become a fair fucking place, would it be after the fucking apocalypse of the multiverse?

[he grins. shows teeth. fangs, really, his face right up near nico's, something like a challenge-- or a flirtation-- or both in his eyes.]

[deathkid]

[ something like a spike of heat travels down nico's spine to settle in his belly as kavinsky gets close, right up in his face with a challenging stare. his own eyes narrow, though dilate sharply, and he sucks in a breath through his nose. ]

I wonder what it says that you like throwing pointy objects at what amounts to as your mom. You know, I met Oedipus once?

[pillz]

[kavinsky curls his lip, fangs flashing for an instant.] Yeah? [he asks. decidedly amused. the challenge isn't gone. if anything, it's sharper and brighter now. more fun.] A'ight, sure. This is the part where you explain, maybe try to make it sound real bad, so it makes me feel a little bit of actual fucking shame. G'wan. Bet I got better hair than him though. And I'm better in bed.

[deathkid]

[ heat coils in his belly at that flash of fang, but he's good at hiding his reaction, keeping his features schooled carefully blank as he leans in to brush his lips against one of kavinsky's ears. ]

He killed his dad, fucked his mom, and had kids with her. When he realized what he'd done... he gouged out his eyes.

[ purred, smooth as black silk and just as dark. and as he speaks, he lifts a hand to jab two fingers towards kavinsky's eyes. it's a slow motion, one the other boy will undoubtedly be able to catch considering his enhanced traits, but the point is made nonetheless. ]

[pillz]

[kavinsky isn't tempted to snatch the death god's hand out of empty air. not afraid of nico-- not exactly. not of nico poking out his fucking eyes, anyway. instead, he just laughs, bright and boyish in the evening air.]

Sounds like me, [he agrees, easily.] Hey. I got more asses to kick in these competitions, but I'm gonna show you my fangs some time. See what we can do, between burning my fucking face off and what you got in the way of friction tolerance. [he's a little forward maybe, but nico's never minded that about him. better than all that shit with being self-loathing and in the closet, for sure; better than struggling out of nico's arms, or jerking his head away from the soft touch of his mouth. he shutters a wink at the other boy instead.]