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

[rekt]

[ yeah, it definitely has not gone unnoticed that kavinsky was trying to sneak this in without asking or telling him. half the annoyance right now is due to that alone. the other to how nonchalant this entire thing is being looked at. ]

No, just drain a lot of blood, which will kill someone if it's done too much too often. [ there's a reason blood drives only allow you to donate so many times a year and ask you to have a big meal and not go exercising after and a bunch of other specifics. not that murphy's aware for those, but he's been around enough medical emergencies by now to understand it. ] Do you know what those numbers are? Or how much blood to take out of someone who's 5'1" and 110 pounds verses someone who's 6'3" and 170?

[ do you have a medical degree hidden up your ass somewhere, k, because murphy's thinking not, and he tends to not want anyone who isn't a doctor near things as important as his life blood. of all the people kavinsky could've pulled this on, murphy's amazed that he does it to him. they haven't really had many (or any) talks about where murphy came from and why he's covered in scars, but they ought to talk for themselves, he thinks. ]

We're in the middle of nowhere. What if our computer caretakers malfunction and it's back to roughing it in the forest where no one's gonna be up for donating? [ you need all the blood you have to spare in case you get injured, is what's going through murphy's head. and having a wound when you have to sleep in the dirt? asking for infection. ] Were you even planning on asking at any point?

[pillz]

[hmmmmmmmmmm. it would appear, according to kavinsky's considerable intelligence, that one john murphy is angry with him. that is not his favorite outcome to what was starting out as a brave new sexual fantasy.

he manages somehow not to roll his eyes or anything that outright shitty, thanks to over a year of eudite interventions. violating somebody's wishes and the safety of their body is no longer as hilarious as it used to be to him, and he has an uncomfortable about of insight into why that used to be a discomfort he'd deal with by flagrantly pushing every boundary as it was laid down in front of him, justify it with the punches and kicks and curses he'd get in return. he used to think it was all the same shit, given and taken. why wouldn't you take what you could get?

less fun to think: he'd needed to be wanted to the point of delusion, and it'd made him cruel.]

I was-- [he starts. then stops.] Look, absolute worst fucking case scenario, if you drink a little blood it makes you heal anyway. I wasn't going to hurt you like that. [he's not doing well. part of him knows that. easier to minimize, to throw murphy a sidelong look of exasperation, like, why you gotta be like this baby? he scratches his blunt nails up his neck and along his arm, tells himself that there is no disquiet in his undead heart, which does not beat anyway. instinctively, he looks for an angle. some escape. some way to get off the hook.

anything is better than consequences.]

Ask you if I'm allowed to become a vampire?

[being a piece of shit has always been better than consequences.]