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

[hasitsthorns]

[ Which isn't the case at all. Actually, it's the very fact that he would be enough that has her recoiling. Because that makes total sense, doesn't it? He'll never be though and she never wants him to be and that's- Confusing at best and causing her heat to ache at worst. And right now, she's at the worst. There's a lot of crossed wires in this moment. Logic and cognitive facilities impaired by inebriation on top of the other slew of negative emotions. ]

Obviously not! [ she snaps back, responding to the cut of his words. Not a yell, not quite, though certainly edging on it. ] And isn't that just rich? I thought I was the one who had problems being honest in this relationship.

[ One of the only things she'd inherited from her father: his silver tongue. Her words could slice when she was angry. It's one of the many reasons she hates letting hern temper get the better of her. ]

[drehnifusbahi]

[A lot of crossed wires indeed. He's wrestling with his own wounded pride, confusion that her reaction the idea of monogamy should be such a blow when he doesn't want it any more than she does (someday, perhaps, but not now), and he's half-drunk, or possibly more than half, on top of all that.

It's definitely not a headspace conducive to calm, reasoned discussion. He's not about to let that stop him from trying, though.] No, listen, that's not-

[But his words get lost under hers, and hers... well, they certainly hit their mark. And his own in response are fueled entirely by wounded masculine pride. Dragons, when attacked, have this tendency to lash out in retaliation - and he's too drunk and too angry to curtail that instinct now.]

Well, it sounds like you have plenty of other options, at least. Maybe you'll have better luck with one of them. [He's actually gone quieter, colder, face terribly blank as he plucks her out of his lap and deposits her on a nearby barrel instead, then turns to walk away.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Even from the start, Rose has never heard his voice stripped of the warmth she'd grown to love. He was always a spot of sunshine she reveled in.

She knew he was capable of chill though from the stories of his home he'd told. Vanyel was a man with the soul of a dragon and apparently one's bite as well. His tone is bitterly cold and, worse, directed at her. She looks like she's been struck for a split second before her own anger and hurt resurges.

Hers isn't cold but fire hot and volatile. Rose tended to feel in extremes and it seems this is no exception. ] Fine, [ she hisses at his back. The woman stands abruptly to leave herself. ] I will.

[ She just neglects to mention her options of choice go by the names of Jose Cuervo and Captain Morgan. ]