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

[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.