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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.
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...
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.
See also detailed dice roll information for: darts, ring toss, arm wrestling, high strike, and archery.
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.
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
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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
| 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 |
| 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 |
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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"Three times," she doesn't necessarily correct, but- "It's complicated. Where I'm from originally," not 'my home,' he might note, "is actually made up pf several worlds, so. I moved between a couple there, then wound up in Eudio, and yeah. Things went south there and I ended up here." So this is the fourth world she's been to thus far. And if there's a fifth, then so be it. She'll do what she must to escape at least her absolute end, to keep living on the borrowed time Eudio initially granted.
"Not where I was supposed to end up, honestly, though... Can't complain, I guess. Could've been worse."
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Kaz had though that going from a country life to the city had been like coming to a new world. Had felt the difference when he'd visited places outside of Ketterdam. Yet none of that had prepared him. They are all beached, here, shipwrecked, and even though he'd made a choice tocome it still seems like it was no choice at all.
"Could have been worse," he echoes, curiously. Then glances around, at the fair; well, optimism's hardly his strong suit, but: "Yes, I suppose that's true. People seem to be having fun here." People. Who aren't him. Despite the abundance of prizes. Kaz doesn't look like he's ever had a day of fun in his life.
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"Well, most people." A bit dangerous, maybe? To poke at him that way? She does it anyway, obviously, smile growing just a fraction at the tease. The reckless part of her probably trying to see how much she can get away with, test the boundaries now that their temperaments have evened out. Flirting is off the table (for today, anyway) but that doesn't mean any kind of banter is.
He doesn't know her well enough yet to applaud her self-restraint. Because now's also about the part where she'd make a suggestive 'I can help you have fun' comment but. Look at her, being good. Everyone would be proud. Instead, she goes with, "If fairs aren't really your speed, what is?"
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He tips his head to the left at the question, as avian as his daemon. What is? "I'd be more at home in a casino," he admits. Not that he gambles or finds any particular enjoyment in the smoking and drinking and women of the night usually found in those establishments, but it would be somewhere he understood. This place is too — innocent. Aside from the penis waffles. And the kissing booths.
"Does this city even have an underbelly?" he wonders aloud, voice hoarse with a lifetime of smokestack living. And then he smiles at her for, probably the first time in this conversation, just a glint of it, like a man parting his jacket to show the gleam of a gun at his hip. "If not, I think that should change."
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'Didn't you know, Rose? Humans are more demonic than you and I could ever hope to be.'
It figures that he wouldn't actually die. The woman couldn't be so lucky. He was a cat, after all, and she had sometimes wondered if it was really his ninth life. She had never been able to tell where the lies end and began with him. "A casino!" she exclaims, not letting her face betray her fleeting stroll down memory lane. "That's definitely a new one. I'd say you could ask F.A.T.E.S. but, uh. Currency might be an issue, maybe? Not sure how you gamble with hugs and kisses." Actually, she is very aware of how bodies and carnal pleasures can be wagered with because she's not nearly as naive as she comes across but. It's better that he (or anyone) isn't aware of that fact.
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"Perhaps they'd make an allowance for a currency that existed solely within the casino. Chips that could be gambled, or traded for drinks and other services, or even prizes..." he looks down at his own armful of prizes, coming back to himself, a little ruefully. "Better than this, I'd hope."
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It's possible she missed a bit of excitement more than even she realized.
"The giraffe takes offense, sir," she replies with, clutching the tiny plush toy close to her chest. "But yeah, that might work. Hasn't been much of a night life here besides the lounge and that's-" Rose pulls a face at just the mere memory of the awful sounds trying to pass as music produced by F.A.T.E.S. "-got the worst music, so. I'd be willing to go to a cool new casino, at least."
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"And what kind of music do you like?" he asks (not that he knows much about it.) "It should be live, I think. A live band knows how to play to the mood of the room." Though he's thinking more about how feasible it would be, in this city where he has nothing and knows no one. But Kaz Brekker has pulled himself forcibly out of poverty once before...
A soft huff of breath that could almost be laughter, though self-deprecating at best. "But it's all just a dream for now. I still don't know what this place is like yet, after all."
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She's sure.
"All kinds," she says, which is true. While she leans towards Pop and dance music, she's a fan of most genres. "I haven't sung live in a while, actually." She sings all the time, but not for an audience bigger than her boyfriend(s) or pack of canines. Maybe she sings too much, Vanyel might argue when she hits a high note and all eight dogs set to howling along with her.
"It's good to have a dream though, dude! And even if not a casino, you can probably get something cool up and running here. Why not?"
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Still. He wants to continue to press his armful of items upon unlikely strangers. But first he nods to her encouragement. "Yes. Having a goal is important, I think."
And it's hard to have a goal of destroying one man's life when that man isn't even here. He has to find something new to motivate him, or else he'll be lost. Saving the world, his world, that can be his driving force. Which means learning to fit in somewhere other than the gutters of Ketterdam.
"You've given me a lot to think about," he tells her seriously.
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"I'm glad, dude. I hope you get your casino," she says, and is just as (perhaps naively) serious. Anyone accomplishing their goals is a good thing in her mind, no matter what exactly they're doing it for or it means. "And that you settle in. I know it's not easy and all, being away from home but... Everyone here's pretty cool. So far."
~the end~
Anyway with that like, lavish compliment he tips his head to her in an overly formal farewell before moving on to find other ways to get rid of all his prizes. Undoubtedly some will be returned to the fair stalls when he eventually gives up.