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

Wyatt Lawson | OC | OTA

[bratpack]

A. Games

[ Wyatt has always loved fairs like this. Inevitably, he thinks of them as a human thing - the exact kind of place he'd been forbidden to attend while he was part of his first pack, and the kind of place he'd run to as soon as he was able. He loves it; the music, the colours, the prizes. Of course, he has a distinct advantage when it comes to prizes; tests of strength and speed are easy when you're a werewolf going up against humans.

Today is no different. Hunterd, his wolf daemon, trips along beside him at shoulder height, with an assortment of cuddly toys attached to him. Wyatt is wearing one of those hats with a cup on either side, and straws going to his mouth. That's one of the handier prizes. He stops by the apple bobbing, regarding it with interest. Normally, apples don't appeal to him. Make a game out of it, and he's down. He slides up beside the other contestants, his hat bubbling while he drinks beer from the straws. ]

Okay, I'm down. Who's going for this thing, it ain't any fun without competition.

B. Food

[ Then there's the food. When he's bored of the games, the food gives Wyatt an excuse to stick around. His beer had has been refilled several times, but now sits lopsided on Hunterd's head while Wyatt focuses on his penis pastry. There's an oversized burger in his other hand, and he appears to be switching between bites of them due to having the appetite of your average teenage werewolf. Which is more or less the appetite of your average teenage boy, in triplicate. ]

This stuff is so good. You want some? [ He says, holding the burger out to his reluctant daemon. ]

Daemons have no need to eat.

If you say so, man. You're missing out. Hey! [ That's directed to you, oh innocent passer-by. ] Did you try the dick on a stick? They got vanilla cream inside, it's fucking amazing.

[ He will make himself ill on fair food, or he will die trying, everyone. ]

C. Kissing Booth

[ A little while later, it appears that Wyatt's good mood is suffering. It's possible that he's just been here too long. Maybe the sight of Jaden making out with Rosie had something to do with it. It definitely hadn't helped, since he'd passed by them and developed a knot in his stomach that hadn't been there before.

Whatever. The best way to get over a downer at a fair is to throw yourself into it. Maybe Jaden and Rosie have the right idea after all, and besides, Wyatt's eye had already been caught by the kissing booth today. So it is that he takes his turn in it, crashing into the chair and crossing his ankles on top of the booth. Hunterd, still wearing the beer hat and still holding his collection of prizes from earlier, stretches out on the grass beside him. Wyatt puts his hands behind his head and relaxes.

Come one, come all. The kisses are more or less free. ]

D. Create Your Own!

[ Prompt Wyatt! I'm halfbloodly if you want to plot something specific. ]

c; l a u g h s

[hasitsthorns]

[ Today has been, in a word, awful. She lost every competition, got into a fight with Vanyel, and while making out with Jaden was awesome- Apparently, Wyatt's not the only one who had seen the two locking lips. So she's going to end up doing damage control for both her boyfriends eventually but she'd been too frazzled to try and deal with it then.

Eventually, she mentally repeats. For right now, she doesn't want to think about that. Obviously, ignoring all these problems and facing them later is the sensible thing to do. Totally. Anyway. She spots Wyatt manning the kissing booth and immediately gravitates over. She's got an impressively friendly smile on - especially for someone who spent a better of the afternoon crying - and, hey. She's always thought Wyatt was cute too. What's the harm, right?

Maybe more make-outs can still save this terrible no good day. ]

Hey, dude, [ she greets, leaning onto the kissing booth counter and looking at him over his feet. ] Happen to have a kiss saved for little ol' me?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt turns his head, all bright eyes and brighter smiles. Then he sees that the person asking is Rosie, and that smile fades away again. That weird, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach intensifies, and he sits up a little straighter. ]

Look, I know this is all for fun, [ He says, gesturing vaguely at the fair around them. ]

But I saw you with Jaden, okay. And I like him. So I'm not gonna kiss his girl, kissing booth or not.

[hasitsthorns]

[ Oh, that's... not a good reaction. Her own smile wanes as his does; Wyatt's always been cheery with her until now. What had changed?

Then he says that and it clicks. A couple things do, actually. ] Oh, dude. We're not, uh. We're not together, or anything? [ They might be, someday, because that's just the way things have always gone with Rose. She has no reason to think they won't this time too but right now, ] We're just having a good time.

[ Though she has the some kind of unpleasant visceral reaction at hearing Wyatt say he likes Jaden. Less intense than Vex talking about Vanyel, but- Something similar. Threatened. He'd called it jealousy, but. She has no right to be jealous over someone she doesn't have a claim on. Yet. So she squashes it down, tries to play it off as nothing. ]

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's expression doesn't change. He should feel better, hearing that. He knows he should. Whatever's going on isn't serious, and that means it might not last.

Which is a shitty thing to think. He doesn't know why he thinks that, but it's instinctive. He doesn't want it to last. He doesn't want them to be a thing, because that means he'll never get further with Jaden than…

Than what? It's not like they're together now. Jaden barely even wants to be friends with him. Maybe he doesn't even like guys. Some guys don't, as weird as that idea seems to Wyatt. He's spent enough time around humans to be used to it. He has no claim on Jaden, and might never have.

Even weirder, Rosie's assertion that it's casual doesn't help at all. ]

So what, you're just fucking around with him? [ He gazes at her, chest a tangle of jealousy that isn't rational at all. ] I'm not gonna mack on someone he likes, I'm not that much of an asshole.

[ No comment on what exactly that makes Rosie. ]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Ow. Rose actually cringes at that, frown deepening and drawing back from the kissing booth. ]

He's the one who wanted to keep things casual, [ she corrects. Because if it were up to her, things would be a lot more serious. But they aren't and Jaden is- It's difficult to read him, honestly.

He's been giving her mixed signals. Despite their make out earlier (and once, when they'd sparred) he doesn't seem to want much to do with her. She's trying to see if there might be the potential for something more than just these occasional kisses but isn't about to push him into anything he doesn't want. ]

But fine. You don't have to, I just- I thought we could've had some fun, too, but whatever. Guess that makes me an asshole, so.

[ She turns away before he can see the fresh tears beginning to brimm in her eyes. As if she needed this guilt on top of everything else. ]

Have a good night, Wyatt. Hope Jaden comes by.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt rolls his eyes. He can hear the unhappiness in her voice, and knows his words hit a mark. He turns away, conflicted. His memories of Rosie from the prison world are vague and hazy, but they're also positive. He knows he liked her there, that they had some kind of history there. It hadn't been real, it was all just a dream, but the dream isn't without its influence. Guilt twinges at him, especially since he knows he's being jealous and unfair.

He's also not taking any of it back. Keeping it casual had been Jaden's idea, she said. Meaning she wanted more. ]

Yeah, I'll see you. [ Is all she says. He hopes Jaden will come by too, but he doubts it. He really needs to take his mind off all of this, like he'd been trying to do before Rosie showed up. He sits back down, pointedly not looking at her anymore. ]

food.

[upside]

( wow. healthy young guy, she guesses. there is something very entrancing about watching someone eat an oversized, cream filled, pastry dick -- but shepard keeps her gaze polite, shaking her head lightly at him. )

I think that's all yours, tiger.

( what a funny kid. shepard smiles, pointing a finger at his other hand. )

I will ask you where you got that burger, though. Look great.

[bratpack]

[ Aw, man. This lady, sadly, displays every sign of being a real live adult, and that's always disheartening. Still, at least Wyatt's buzz is only dulled, not killed. He uses his pastry dick as a particularly creamy pointing tool, jabbing it in the direction of the burger stand. ]

That way. Get halfway to it and the smell of onions will guide you to paradise. That's like the best smell in the world.

[ Or one of them. There's a few better ones. Anyway – that's not the point of this conversation. His burger drips almost-barbecue-tomato sauce on his hand, which he glances at, but doesn't try to stop. Instead he's still gesturing with the dick. ]

They got hot dogs, too. And like, a shit ton of battered things that I didn't know what they were, but I'm definitely tasting them later. You hungry?

[upside]

( does he want a napkin oh god. shepard glances to her sides to find something -- anything!!! -- eventually grabbing the last napkin out of one of those holder things, getting back to wyatt quickly, not bothering to hold it out and instead place it right in the palm of his messy hand itself. there. good.

shepard chuckles at him. she doesn't have a lot of experience dealing with younger people, but -- she likes them. lots of gusto. she can remember when she was his age, first admitted into the military. )

I am. I'd ask if you want to treat me to some battered things, but it looks like your hands are full.

[bratpack]

[ Okay where is she going while they are in mid-conversation, is this the standard -

Oh. Wyatt watches her napkin him up with bemused interest, and then grins at her when she's done. Okay, that was actually helpful. ]

Hey, thanks! I forgot to lift those things. Come on. I'll show you where the battered shit is. I saw this one stand that batters the burger patty. [ He lifts his eyebrows, clearly impressed. ] I already had this thing when I saw it, or else it would've been all mine.

[upside]

Oh yeah? ( she gives a gesture out in a lead the way manner, following at his side. ) Battered burger patty sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen, but it'd be a nice way to go out. I'll get one and let you have a bite?

[bratpack]

That, is definitely a deal.

[ Wyatt starts back towards the right stand, halfway following his memory. The rest of the directions are left up to his sense of smell. He's very proud of his accuracy in locating fried foods. It's a skill he's practiced often. ]

Hey, what's your name, anyways? Mine's Wyatt. Usually that comes before the sharing junk food thing.

kissing booth

[deathkid]

[ after nico's shift at the booth ends, he makes his way around the fair again. after winning a few prizes and trying a bit of food, he grabs himself another waffle dick and heads back to the kissing booth, curious to see who's there now. when he sees it's wyatt, an idea pops in his head and he draws closer still. enough to gently push at the feet atop the counter and lean over. ]

Trade you a waffle penis for a kiss?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt lifts his eyebrows, but his smile grows. Nico's cute. Very cute, and he's a good kisser. He leans forward, beckoning Nico to him. ]

You know, since it's you, I'd give you one for free. But if you want to feed me a dick, then...I won't complain. Come here.

[ Then he grabs the front of Nico's shirt and pulls him in for another kiss. This time his teeth graze at his lower lips before he deepens it, licking at Nico's tongue. ]

[deathkid]

[ making a noise into the kiss, nico's lips part further. his fingers reach out, slipping into wyatt's hair as he mewls softly. it's a good kiss and really, he's thinking that a waffle dick isn't the kind he'd like to feed him. ]

Mmm.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's hand has slid up along the line of Nico's jaw to settle at the back of his head. Liking the hand in his hair, he murmurs and tilts his head into it. If he's honest, he's a little irritated that the booth is in their way. He lets his teeth drag against Nico's lips and then licks them, enjoying himself.

When he pulls back a little, it's only to look at Nico with darker eyes. ]

That's good. You should come round behind the booth. There's plenty of space for both of us.

[deathkid]

[ the noise nico makes as wyatt's teeth catch his lip is a little embarrassing considering they're in public. it makes his cheeks a rosy color compared to his usual paleness. but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of following wyatt's suggestion. he ducks into the booth, facing the other boy and gives a bit of a half-grin. ]

Now that I'm here, what do you plan on doing with me?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt raises a pleased eyebrow, before leaning over to drop down the curtain on the front of the booth. Sorry, folks, we're temporarily closed for business. Stepping forward, he slides his hands over Nico's waist and gives him a little squeeze. ]

Keeping you for a while. If anyone asks you can blame me for everything.

[ With a little push, he presses Nico back against the booth's wall. Then he's kissing him again, licking into his mouth while his hands slide over his sides. ]

B

[healingdork]

[Will is walking by but stops when someone calls out to him, raising his eyebrows when he sees what's being offered.] You know, I wish I could say that's the weirdest thing I've ever seen but... nope. What's it made out of?

[bratpack]

Bay-chee, [ Wyatt says thickly, and then swallows his mouthful of buttercream. At the second attempt he turns intelligible. ]

Pastry. And cream and icing. They're good, I swear.

[ Just because they look scandalous doesn't mean they don't taste good. If you ask Wyatt, that even adds to their appeal. ]

What's the weirdest thing you've ever seen?

[healingdork]

I'll have to give one a try. [He's not discouraged from eating weird looking foods. As for Wyatt's question, Will laughs softly in response.]

In my own world, I'm a medic at a camp for demigods, some of which are children of Hecate, the goddess of magic. There's way too many weird things I've seen them do as the result of a prank or just magic gone wrong, and that's just counting them, not the whole camp.

[bratpack]

Wow, really? Dude, this place is just coming down with demigods. I swear I'd never met one before I came here.

[ And it's not like he's met a lot of them now, but you know, when you spend eighteen years meeting none and then two show up together, it's worth noting. ]

There's a bunch of witches where I'm from. They ain't demigods, but they're powerful. Magic's dope. Are you like, a magic healer?

[healingdork]

You've met other demigods here...? What are their names? [He can only think of him, Leo, and Nico, so he wonders if there's any others he doesn't know about.]

I'm a son of Apollo so I don't really consider myself a magic healer, just... a healer with some healing gifts I got from my dad.

[bratpack]

Just Nico. You're the second.

[ But it's a lot when you'd never met one before it, okay. Also, they couldn't be more different; Nico, summoning ghosts. Will, a happy smiling healer. Equally sexy, though. That's two for two. Wyatt smiles. ]

That's still pretty cool. I'm probably not, you know, as up on gods and stuff as I should be. Apollo is what, the god of doctors?