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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.
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[It's not hoarding if it's a charitable enterprise, right? HECTOR DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM.]
So I spend a good portion of my income on feed and medical supplies, but I need to keep enough time free to find and care for them. A job like that would probably be doable, though.
[He shakes his head. He shouldn't be thinking about work now. It's a party!]
I'm going to see if I can find new owners for the dogs during the 'Ladies Day' festival.
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We've just got a couple at our place. I showed you Koromaru and Bela. Now Fie's got a hyena over a lotta the time, too. [A beat.] And Louis is a deer, but he's more of a person.
[After a moment, his lips quirk up in something almost like a smile, and he reaches over to lightly and fraternally punch Hector in the shoulder.]
I'm sure you'll find 'em all places and be left with requests for more. And hell, people'll probably donate to taking care of 'em, too.
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You're getting up there yourself, although I don't think Louis counts.
[He's met the deer and he's definitely no man's pet.
His eyes go wide at the sudden contact.
Is this what it's like having a bro?And what's this about donations?]You think they'd actually do that? These are the strays and cast offs of the city.
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And this is absolutely what having a bro is like. You're lucky this is the extent of the contact and noogies aren't native to Shinji's wheelhouse.]
You kidding? People love animals. They just don't always think they've got time to take care've 'em.
[He gestures uselessly.] I dunno if they do spaying or neutering here, so that might be why there's so many. Not like people hate 'em, just that they can't take care've 'em all. So let 'em throw a couple cunes at you instead and feel like they did something.
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[That...makes sense. Yes, people do like feeling morally superior, and if they could get that without much effort, why wouldn't they?
Hector gives Shinjiro's shoulder a tentative pat in return. He's learning.]
I should be able to do that procedure, to help combat the rise in numbers.
[It's not something that was a thing in medieval times when he was from, but a year in Dracula's castle, with all of his amazing lost
anachronisticknowledge, Hector has a working knowledge and the anatomic know-how to spay or neuter before he adopts out any animals.]If you think it will work, I will give it a try. I don't think Tataru would protest if I put out a hat for donations, right?
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Hell yeah. Bring some've them out to socialize and play with people, tell 'em you're collecting money to keep 'em fed and warm, and people'll be throwing cunes at you. Hell, some've them may even want to take one in.
[He knows he would, if he didn't already have so many animals.]
Tell people they're fixed, so they don't gotta worry about suddenly having a litter've puppies to take care of in half a year, and they'll go nuts.
[Self-satisfied, he works more at the glass of wine. He's not really familiar with Tataru aside from seeing her about the network, but if anything slots in nicely with her whole general demeanor, this probably does.]
Not like you need permission. But I'm sure she'd be all for it.
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[He gives his head a slightly drunk but very determined nod. It'll be great. And if he doesn't get any money, he'll just get himself a part time job.]
You gonna go to it? The ladies' thing?
[It sounds weird asking that out loud. But it's a festival, and everyone is invited.]
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[A huff, and he lifts a hand to scratch at his hair, managing to just knock a knuckle against a horn.]
But yeah, I'll check it out. Not a whole lot else to do, anyway. I'll keep an eye out for you. And get Koro to do the same.
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Hector looks down and finds his glass empty again.]
I'm due for a refill. Are you drinking more? [Perhaps the fauns will make a convert of this one yet.]