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[Semi-Open Mingle] Sir Vaughan's Faun Fest
Who: Everett Vaughan and ALL the Fauns he can invite.
(I - III. Open to all Faun Monster Type characters! IV. is OTA!)
When: March, after the fullmoon.
Where: Everett's Garden and Cottage
What: Teaching! Drinking! Food!
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, but keeping this SFW, friends.
[OOC: Mingle post rules!! I will absolutely respond to everybody here with Everett, but OTA topleveling and tagging around is encouraged, too!
Wildcards with new prompts are totally welcome.]
I. One brisk morning...
An announcement goes out upon the Watch Network, after the full moon has be settled a few days. An invitation! All the Mirrobound Faun are cordially welcome to the cottage of Everett Vaughan, for an afternoon of lessons, food, and entertainment. Even if they are not yet acquainted, no time better than the present to meet!
Given Everett's experience with the different varieties of Faun Magic, and extensive reading on the manifestations there of, he is offering to teach what he has learned to others.
Additionally, he mentions that his beloved bonded, Myrobalan Shivana (Vaughan), has only just manifest magic of his own. Which is an occasion to be celebrated! Any who arrive will be welcome to join in and enjoy the evening with good company.
The lessons Everett has planned are primarily out in his garden. There, he encourages his fellows to coax already living plants to further bloom, giving his best guidance and advice. He also has a variety of different seeds to try growing from their freshest start. A tree in the center of his backyard is of particular attention, of modest size in the morning, but steadily reaching up and outward as he encourages more of his brethren to practice channeling their energy there.
He also has many animals about, who are very talkative to those who can or care to listen.
Primarily, there are many, many, many beautifully groomed city rats he has taken in. They all have names that they chose for themselves, usually household objects. Everett asked them for their names rather than giving them, in most cases. Some of note would be a particularly chubby rat going by Spoon, a mischievous pair named Peanut and Butter, and the pet rat Everett arrived with, Clementine (who by far the most polite). There is also an adolescent petalwolf, of white and yellow coloration, Daisy. She is not very talkative, but very affectionate and friendly.
II. ... A warm evening...
Once the lessons are wrapped up, it's time to relax. Or, rather, it's time to enjoy themselves! To mark the evening, Everett has purchased a piano for himself to play, an old talent of his. There are also some other hand held instruments he picked up, if any others would like to try their hand or already enjoyed playing music. It is yet another aspect of their kind he wished to incorporate.
While his guests socialize, there is a bounty set out to eat and drink. Food grown from his garden is in abundance, crunchy vegetables and sweet fruits line his tables and counters. There is also a traditional Springtide roast duck he spent the day slow cooking in the oven, a dish all would have been smelling throughout the day. The seasoning is richly savory and complex in flavor, though Everett will not share what it is. He won't be offended if any prefer to avoid meat, there are plenty of other options at hand.
Along with food, there is plenty to drink. Though, perhaps, not enough given how many fauns are present. Barrels of cider line a wall and wine bottles can be lifted at will. Everett encourages everybody to enjoy anything they like. (Except each other! If that bit of a faun urge strikes, best to go to your own homes! Discretion, please, he's still somewhat prudish on that matter.)
Music fills the air as the evening presses on into night. While Everett is purely amateur at both playing piano and singing, he gets drunk and revelrous enough to play without a care to that. Too much confidence and passion for it to much matter. He encourages other to sing and holler, cheer and whoa-oh along to his songs or their own.
[General vibe of the songs he's playing piano version of would be folkish and whimsical, if often just grimly funny, drinking shanties to keep things fun.]
III. ... and two nights, more.
At this point, the party has still been going for a whole three days, uninterrupted.
There have been plenty of runs for more wine and food is plucked freshly from the garden as desired. The festive atmosphere is going and going as the fauns still lingering let their instincts take better hold.
Neighbors will certainly be complaining, at this point. Not just because of the constant sound of music and revelry, either. Unbeknownst to the fauns in their merriment, they have overgrown the entire square block with plants. Overgrowth is bursting from the side walks and crawling up the walls, extending high above every home. What had been a humble tree Everett at the start of this became a test subject early in training. That is now a massive thing, towering into the sky and reaching over the surrounding cottages. The roots are upturning some of Everett's back porch, one has crawled into his kitchen to make it's stay within his sink, but their host seems more bemused and proud of this than anything.
Keep the party going or finally retire, it's up to his company. Everett isn't kicking a single soul out, though perhaps it's about time to quiet down. The Coven might be on it's way to break up such a raucous affair.
IV. Collect your Faun (OTA Option)
Wondering where that faun friend or bonded has gone off to the last three days? Crash the end of the party, come collect your bit of the trouble, call a carriage to take them home. The garden gate and all Everett's doors are wide open at this point, though he's not as likely to give an entirely polite welcome. The host might have a bit of a headache, come this hour.
(I - III. Open to all Faun Monster Type characters! IV. is OTA!)
When: March, after the fullmoon.
Where: Everett's Garden and Cottage
What: Teaching! Drinking! Food!
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, but keeping this SFW, friends.
[OOC: Mingle post rules!! I will absolutely respond to everybody here with Everett, but OTA topleveling and tagging around is encouraged, too!
Wildcards with new prompts are totally welcome.]
I. One brisk morning...
An announcement goes out upon the Watch Network, after the full moon has be settled a few days. An invitation! All the Mirrobound Faun are cordially welcome to the cottage of Everett Vaughan, for an afternoon of lessons, food, and entertainment. Even if they are not yet acquainted, no time better than the present to meet!
Given Everett's experience with the different varieties of Faun Magic, and extensive reading on the manifestations there of, he is offering to teach what he has learned to others.
Additionally, he mentions that his beloved bonded, Myrobalan Shivana (Vaughan), has only just manifest magic of his own. Which is an occasion to be celebrated! Any who arrive will be welcome to join in and enjoy the evening with good company.
The lessons Everett has planned are primarily out in his garden. There, he encourages his fellows to coax already living plants to further bloom, giving his best guidance and advice. He also has a variety of different seeds to try growing from their freshest start. A tree in the center of his backyard is of particular attention, of modest size in the morning, but steadily reaching up and outward as he encourages more of his brethren to practice channeling their energy there.
He also has many animals about, who are very talkative to those who can or care to listen.
Primarily, there are many, many, many beautifully groomed city rats he has taken in. They all have names that they chose for themselves, usually household objects. Everett asked them for their names rather than giving them, in most cases. Some of note would be a particularly chubby rat going by Spoon, a mischievous pair named Peanut and Butter, and the pet rat Everett arrived with, Clementine (who by far the most polite). There is also an adolescent petalwolf, of white and yellow coloration, Daisy. She is not very talkative, but very affectionate and friendly.
II. ... A warm evening...
Once the lessons are wrapped up, it's time to relax. Or, rather, it's time to enjoy themselves! To mark the evening, Everett has purchased a piano for himself to play, an old talent of his. There are also some other hand held instruments he picked up, if any others would like to try their hand or already enjoyed playing music. It is yet another aspect of their kind he wished to incorporate.
While his guests socialize, there is a bounty set out to eat and drink. Food grown from his garden is in abundance, crunchy vegetables and sweet fruits line his tables and counters. There is also a traditional Springtide roast duck he spent the day slow cooking in the oven, a dish all would have been smelling throughout the day. The seasoning is richly savory and complex in flavor, though Everett will not share what it is. He won't be offended if any prefer to avoid meat, there are plenty of other options at hand.
Along with food, there is plenty to drink. Though, perhaps, not enough given how many fauns are present. Barrels of cider line a wall and wine bottles can be lifted at will. Everett encourages everybody to enjoy anything they like. (Except each other! If that bit of a faun urge strikes, best to go to your own homes! Discretion, please, he's still somewhat prudish on that matter.)
Music fills the air as the evening presses on into night. While Everett is purely amateur at both playing piano and singing, he gets drunk and revelrous enough to play without a care to that. Too much confidence and passion for it to much matter. He encourages other to sing and holler, cheer and whoa-oh along to his songs or their own.
[General vibe of the songs he's playing piano version of would be folkish and whimsical, if often just grimly funny, drinking shanties to keep things fun.]
III. ... and two nights, more.
At this point, the party has still been going for a whole three days, uninterrupted.
There have been plenty of runs for more wine and food is plucked freshly from the garden as desired. The festive atmosphere is going and going as the fauns still lingering let their instincts take better hold.
Neighbors will certainly be complaining, at this point. Not just because of the constant sound of music and revelry, either. Unbeknownst to the fauns in their merriment, they have overgrown the entire square block with plants. Overgrowth is bursting from the side walks and crawling up the walls, extending high above every home. What had been a humble tree Everett at the start of this became a test subject early in training. That is now a massive thing, towering into the sky and reaching over the surrounding cottages. The roots are upturning some of Everett's back porch, one has crawled into his kitchen to make it's stay within his sink, but their host seems more bemused and proud of this than anything.
Keep the party going or finally retire, it's up to his company. Everett isn't kicking a single soul out, though perhaps it's about time to quiet down. The Coven might be on it's way to break up such a raucous affair.
IV. Collect your Faun (OTA Option)
Wondering where that faun friend or bonded has gone off to the last three days? Crash the end of the party, come collect your bit of the trouble, call a carriage to take them home. The garden gate and all Everett's doors are wide open at this point, though he's not as likely to give an entirely polite welcome. The host might have a bit of a headache, come this hour.
FIGHT or not
Normally I'd oblige you, but mine are still coming back in...
[ She leans forward on the chair instead, one hand close to his side. She thrusts the half-empty cup of wine at him instead. ]
Allow me... allow me to offer you a draught. And the promise of a competition when I'm good and ready, hmm?
[ She's drunk. But everyone else is drunk, too. ]
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You antlered fucks. [It's said with nothing but affection, at least? Hell, one of his bonded is an aforementioned 'antlered fuck'. But antlers sure are more transient and more fragile than a goat's horns, and sometimes you just have the urge to ram your head against someone else.
He does pause for a moment at the sudden proximity, blinking those wide-pupiled eyes as he looks from how close she suddenly is to the cup of wine offered.]
...Yeah. Thanks. Rain check works. [And he'll... reach over her to place his own empty cup on the table, before leaning back to take the one offered to him. Look he's well on his way to drunk himself, which is an absolutely new experience for him. So he's.... trying.]
Now you're gonna need another, though. [Said as he doesn't hesitate in drinking from her glass that she'd given him.]
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I used to have a lovely pair of horns and then I came here and they were replaced with antlers. It's such a bother...
[ Oh well. Let her mourn for her lost horns for a moment. ]
I shall need another, but I don't feel like going anywhere just yet. [ She's not quite slurring her words, but she's getting there. ]
Let me sit for a moment and enjoy this moment with you.
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Damn, this place didn't let you have both?
[That sucks. As annoying as they are at times, as much as they clank against his headboard when he sleeps and wake him up, he actually... kinda likes his horns. They're probably the best addition from the whole 'turning into a goat man' thing.
He'll take another swig from the glass, before offering it back to her to share. Might as well, so she doesn't have to dash off for another.]
Alright, sure. [It's just another thing happening in a massive din of things happening.] So even with the antlers, you're good to headbutt things? They ain't gonna break off?
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I'm afraid it didn't. But what can you do?
[ She shakes her head and then refocuses, offering him the glass back in turn. ]
I probably could headbutt a few things and be fine. Why? [ She flutters her eyelashes. ]
Going to ask me to break something?
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He blinks at the fluttering eyelashes, as though not understanding the question.]
For that rain check. When they grow back in.
[A beat.]
Unless you wanna break something. Everett might get pissed if its something in here, though.
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Oh, right. Of course.
[ Another pass of the cup. ]
It might be entertaining, although I'd hate to make our host's day harder. Or spoil his furniture any more than we've already spoiled it. Although... I do sort of want to do something.
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Though thinking about it for a second-- yeah, this is. Close. But everyone is drunk and hanging off each other or dancing or singing so. Whatever.
He takes the cup back, finally finishing the dregs of it, before letting his arm rest on his knee, cup held loosely.]
Tell me 'bout it, [A huff of amusement.] Reminds me of a friend back home-- he'd go stir crazy if he couldn't punch things whenever he wanted. So what d'you wanna do?
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Well... we could dance? If you'd be interested in that? Otherwise...
[ She'll think of something. ]
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He looks down at his hooves- and for a moment they spread and shift, almost like someone wiggling their toes.]
I can... try. Louis only taught me one, though. Just for his party.
[And a waltz boxstep doesn't seem... appropriate for the more folksy music and bar songs going on. But he won't deny her, if that's really what she wants, and will instead just... keep drunkenly talking as he leans forward to try and extend a hand far enough to reach that half-full bottle of wine, try and get it closer so he can nab the neck of it and refill their shared glass.]
He wanted me to dance with Fie. She had a guy there, but that didn't work out and Louis wanted me to dance with her. Which ended up okay. I'm just shit at dancing.
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[ Iramaat murmurs, half to herself. She's heard a story like this before and she settles a hand over her heart as she leans back a little to let him snag the bottle for the refill. It's a precarious situation, but she doesn't seem to mind. ]
Oh, poor dear. And you swooped in to rescue her. You're positively a knight in shining armor!
[ She nudges him with her shoulder, laughing. ]
You don't know have to know how to dance. You just... have to do it. Let yourself go.
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That's... the last way I'd describe it.
[Fie is absolutely the knight in this situation. Except maybe she's the dragon. And maybe the dragon and the princess hooked up.Man he is too tipsy to make any sort of sense of this metaphor.
Glass refilled, he offers it to her, swaying as she nudges his shoulder, but managing to keep from toppling.]
If you lead, I'm game, I guess. [Better than just sitting here on the chair, after all, the wooden back of it uncomfortably biting into his thighs.]
But no promises on... any of it. I don't let myself go much.
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I can certainly lead, if you'll follow...
[ She winks. Is she flirting, just naturally flirtatious, or merely playful? Up in the air. She slides off of the chair, being careful not to overturn anything and turns to offer him a long-fingered hand and a dazzling smile. ]
May I have the honor of this dance...?
[ And just like that she seems like she'd fit right in on some fancy ballroom dance floor. ]
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Brows crease as she asks that question and smiles like that, as though just... unsure of what to do with himself. He's absolutely not a dancer. But fuck it, everyone here is drunk anyway.]
Ah... sure.
[Man he's absolutely going to both embarrass the hell out of himself and likely also disappoint her. (has he even asked her name?)
Oh well. He turns his hand as he steps a bit closer, head tipping down to just... watch where he's putting his feet and letting the other rest on her shoulder, desperately trying to remember what Louis had taught him.]
Alright. Ready. [He... thinks???]
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Off we go then - follow my lead. One and two and three and four-!
[ At the end of the count she starts out slowly, still counting the beat for his benefit and guiding and easing him into a rather simple dance to begin with. Fortunately, it's hard to tread on toes when all you have are hooves. ]
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But hey: hooves. They're small and dainty and there's no stumbling against another's feet, at least. So that works!
Still he keeps his head tilted down, brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to follow the movement of her legs. Back, side, half-turn, trying to keep shoulders in line with her.]
You've got a lot've practice at this, huh. [At least he's doing decently for himself, thanks to that enhanced balance. And if nothing else, he's absolutely fine with her laughing at him. Because this is ridiculous.]
You dance a lot?
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Oh, yes, certainly. Used to do it very often at balls and things like that. Just the thing for wooing people and romance and just having a good time.
[ She turns him into a twirl. ]
Haven't you ever danced before?