xistentia | LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

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LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

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.

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[luckily, kavinsky's vampire strength is matched by his vampire durability. he doesn't feel much pain when the wolf demoness steps on his feet, or at least the edges of his shoes. it's slightly annoying and he stumbles a couple of times, but he's actually kind of looking forward to driving, now that the fake vampire adrenaline has worn off, which means...

...that virtue and friendship have nothing to do with it. but still, it doesn't bother him she'll get something out of it too. the white mitsubishi comes into view, the massive knife graphic spattered over the side, it's shape a high contrast to the surrounding darkness. he hits the key fob and the lights come on, locks opening with an audible thunk.] What? [she'd said something. he glances at her, retroactively catching up on-- oh.]

You know that's bullshit. Vex was super fucked off when you disappeared in Eudio, man. Remember, you didn't even call in sick to fucking work.

[this is quite possibly not the best example a boy ever thought of. but nor is it inaccurate. also a plus: she managed to get him to say vex's name without spitting.]

He was only fucked off because I was a no call no show, [ she corrects. Which, actually, might have been the way he showed he cared or... something. It was easier to get angrier about her being a bad employee than a bad friend. Just up and disappearing without a word.

That doesn't sound so bad right about. Xistentia's got a much bigger natural area to work with, too. She could easily remain hidden in this universe if she wanted to. But- She promised. Also, she doesn't actually want to. Drunk dramatics because of heartache, that's all it is. ]

Nice ride, [ she says, once she actually takes a moment to look over the car. ]

Thanks, kittentits, [kavinsky says. then he opens the car door and pushes her in, with as much grace as a five-year-old stuffying an oversized soft toy into their kindergarten cubby. is five-years-old a bit big for kindergarten? maybe? it's fine. he is not now and never will be mature for his age. at least he has the good grace ?? and kindness ???? to push her feet in by-- gently kicking her legs with his right foot, before shutting the door.

it's great. she's not going to get clipped or hit at all.]

Okay, homo. [he's in the driver's seat in the blink of an eye. closing his own door, turning the car on.] We're driving. Anywhere you wanna go? There's some forest. And some more forest. And some more forest. And there's also this summer fair you might wanna go to-- [he reverses, and the fair lights begin to wane.] But you can prety much cry anywhere you go.

[ 'Puppytits' would be more accurate, she thinks, but doesn't correct him because as much as she hates to admit it the other name has a better ring to it. She also doesn't complain about the way she's shoved into his car save for some grumbles and tiny squeak of discomfort at the kick of her legs. This is fine. It's fine. Not like she could have gotten in any easier on her own with as drunk as she is. ]

I'm like half as homo as you, [ she answers. ] Did kiss some girls today though. That was fine! Maybe I should just switch teams. [ She'd last approximately two hours as a lesbian though before being reminded of how cute boys are and having a crisis over it, she's sure. She's currently having a crisis over it. Why are boys so cute! And why are they so problematic! ]

The forest, [ she actually answers. ] And I'm not gonna' cry. [ Yet, at least. Not anmyore than she has. ] Roll down the window though. I want some fresh air, might help sober me up. [ It's also a dog thing, leave her alone. ]

You could never give up the d, [kavinsky scoffs, accelerating the car. if he sounds very slightly actually wistful, that's because he kind of is. his life would similarly be less of a disaster if he could quit men. so much testosterone, so many repressed emotions, so much fucking gay drama, which he'd be shitty (shittier) about if he hasn't slowly come to realize that he is (gasp) part of the (i know) problem (i know).]

And fuck you, I'm as bisexual as you are. [he punches her in the arm, his other hand on the wheel. because that's the kind of friendship they have. the kind where, even after you trounce a girl at sparring and drive her to tears with her morbid defeat, you still punch her as you go driving.

but he also rolls down the window, and aims the car into a winding road through the forest.] Which one are you fucking fighting with, and why. The cocks, I mean.

[ Rose doesn't argue that point because, well, they boht know he's right. She wouldn't be able to give up the d if she tried. She's already thinking about the d just because he mentioned. How much of it she isn't getting it in this moment because she pissed off likely everyone who would stick it to her systematically.

She lets out a quiet ow at that punch to her arm but then swats immediately back at his fist. Children. They do have that kind of friendship and, honestly, that's what she needs right now. Someone who won't put up with her bullshit and attempts at sulking. ]

Both of them, [ she says over the sudden rush of wind in her face and through the car's interior. ] Said some stupid shit to Vanyel because he pissed me off. Farraige's all upset too because I didn't tell him I was into Jaden. And Wyatt's apparently in the guy too, so. He's also pissed at me over that even though we're just casual. It's not a big deal.

[ Says Rose, the woman who claimed until the moment she realized she was in love and it drove her to running away, that her feelings for Vanyel also 'weren't a big deal.' ]

You should keep texting them stupid shit now the motherfuckers are out of earshot, [kavinsky declares, accelerating the car into the dark. the wind smells cool and crisp and lovely, buffeting through her bright hair.] Describe every dick you've ever sat on to Farraige. Short and fat and red like a fire hydrant, [he nods vehemently,] the li'l pink ones that were shaved at the base. Black ones and brown ones. The ones that leaned over weird to the right. Name some names, rub it in.

Let Vanyel know he can suck it, [he adds, with extreme conviction. the mitsubishi jumps over a shallow dip in the road, rubber squeaking, the springs of the car complaining faintly upon landing. thunk! she might bite her tongue a bit, but there's no beat missed before they're speeding away again, leaves flying up into the beams of the headlights.] Price of tapping that ass, and if he can't handle it, it's not like it's your fucking job to do it for him.

[who's wyatt.

does it matter?]

And Wyatt needs a big helping of fat lemon cake dick himself, 'cause the fuck kind of name is Wyatt. Little bitch probably just needs to be taken roughly from behind to level his shit out because he got made fun of all through middle school. Take it from me, sweetheart. You follow the directions on the label, you're gonna be just fine.

I agree, [ though she doesn't actually. It's easy to say that she'd do those things. It's easier to say that she'd do a lot of things. Like think less with her vagine before she acts so that she doesn't piss off three people in the same night.

She folds her arms and rests her head on the car door, listening to Kavinsky as he continues speaking. She might close her eyes just for a second but then they're popping over a drip and she's bouncing up right along with a squeak. For as much as she wishes that would have startled her sober, it doesn't. ]

I'll do what I can. [ She says it after maybe letting the conversation lull for just a little too long. She's paying attention, she is, everything's just a bit harder to keep up with right now with all that alcohol. And somehow, she still wants more because she wants to stop thinking of the things Vanyel had said to her (and that she'd said to him) and how awful everything is. ] Not like what I'm doing is working out, so maybe someone else calling the shots will.

[to be honest, kavinsky is perfectly aware that his advice is likely not going to be taken. it makes him feel better anyway, putting a bit more aggression out in the world. he's always been like that. it makes him feel better because he thinks it will, more than any actual benefit to himself. nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around! or breaking shit!]

You're lying, [he says, after a moment.] But it's okay. I like lying too. Why my own fucking life is such a Goddamn success.

[he puts his foot on the gas again, accelerating into the dark. trees whipping past. they're going too fast, it wouldn't be safe if he weren't a vampire; it might not be safe even though he is.] You want I should text them for you? It's what you think, right? The fuck do you owe them.

[ Look, Rosie is all about breaking some shit. That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea at all right now. She doubts Kavinsky would be appreciative of her punching out his window or something, however, so she refrains for now. She just lets alcohol addle her thoughts and wind whip through her hair and the wind of the forest take her away. ]

I lie all the fucking time, [ Which is true. She does. Most of her lies are those of omission but even now somedays she just outright lies. It's easier, isn't it? It's easier than people knowing the truth and having access to those vulnerable parts of you. ]

You can text them if you want, [ she finally says. ] I doubt it'd be any worse than anything I have to say right now.

[ It's a little strange, she realizes, that Kavinsky is one of the first people to see this side of her. Petty. Bitter. He didn't hear the things she said to Vanyel, how it sounded like her father when he was angry. A silver tongue, they'd called it, and guess she'd inherited that precious metal. Guess she could craft it into a knife that cut in just the right ways when she wanted it to. ]

[kavinsky's a little tempted. to actually text. but it's a fleeting destructive impulse. there are so many other entertaining destructive activities to engage in, you know. like knowing the destructive truth of someone's heart. he glances at rosie. he doesn't know that there are so few other people who've seen this of her, but it still feels like diddling forbidden fruit, even in absence of that knowledge of exclusivity.]

What would you say to them? [he asks.] If you could. No consequences.

[maybe there's no more. maybe she's all whined out. but he's never mind bitching to relieve the quiet and the dark, and as they speed deeper into the woods, there's plenty of that ahead.]

[ There's always consequences, she thinks bitterly. ]

I already told Vanyel he wasn't being honest about our relationship. But I don't think I am either, so. [ She can't really fault him for that, can she? It'd be a bit hypocritical. ] As for Farraige, just.

[ He can't have her the way he wants to. But he's still trying and it's frustrating, sometimes. ]

He just needs to learn to share.

[ Neither of those sound like too terrible things, really. There are worse things, definitely, she could actually say if consequences weren't to be considered. But she's tired and drunk and even for as much of herself as she's beared tonight to Kavinsky, she thinks she's done being open and honest and feeling in general.

Instead, she lapses into quiet afterward and seems to content to watch the roll of the road and whip of the wind as he drives. ]

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LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

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steering toward fade if that's ok <3

totally fine!!