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]

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.

[pillz]

[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.

[hasitsthorns]

[ 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. ]

steering toward fade if that's ok <3

[pillz]

[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.]

totally fine!!

[hasitsthorns]

[ 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. ]