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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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Instead, Everett goes for quaint and genuinely curious.]
What is your favorite meal and drink?
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It...used to be roasted lamb, but I doubt I could stomach that anymore. I'd say a spinach pie, with a proper phyllo pastry. I don't know if they have such things here. And red wine or coffee, depending on how much work I have to do.
[The warmth from the booze is starting to spread through his veins, and he relaxes a little. A point for him and point lost for Everett. He isn't doing so poorly. He has a fighting chance. Hope is not lost.]
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I should mix some red wine into it, sometime. That's a good pairing.
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He leans forward, a little shakily, beckoning Everett to draw close so he can speak into Everett's ear.]
You shouldn't point that out... if I'm not allowed to eat you.
[He draws back and relaxes against the couch.]
's your turn again. [He thinks. He's starting to lose track of the points.]
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A new rule. If either of us wish to forfeit our rules for a turn, then the other player must roll two dice that turn. They'll need roll lower with the two dice combined to win.
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Hector tries to play through the logic of the rule in his head. Outwardly, his brow is furrowed in concentration.
Forfeit the rules. So no shot, no question, no doubles, no rerolls. Everett wouldn't lose a point if he loses. It would make the round harder for the other player. Something doesn't seem right about it, but he can't put his finger on it.]
You have to say you're doing the forfeit before you roll.
[Maybe that's the catch he needs to call out? Hector is trying. He really is.]
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I don't wish to do so, this turn. I'll roll.
[He wants to keep asking questions, if he can. It's a... 5. Hm. Might not be his luck.]
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Yes, 'you' as in us. [Hector's not the deceptive one here, he's just not taking as close a watch on his wording as Everett does.
He rolls, also a 5.]
Ha! My point. I... [He has no idea what the score is, and doing another shot isn't going to help. He pours himself the whiskey, a little shakily.] Am I winning yet?
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Do I get you ask you a question? If you answer, we can call you the winner. I believe the game has sufficiently been stacked in your favor.
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[He throws back the shot, not at all sad that this will be the last one of the game. He washes down the whiskey with a gulp from his wine bottle, then turns his glassy eyes to Everett.]
So, Master Vaughan, what do you want to know?
[A victorious smirk is already starting to creep onto his face, although he hasn't won just yet. It all depends on the question.]
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Could Everett ask something about Hector's past? A difficult question that would lead to him, perhaps, not yet winning this game? Certainly he could.
Instead, he speaks hushed and low]
When shall I expect you to call upon me, again? [he could keep his schedule flexible, if he knows]
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I...am not sure that I should.
[He doesn't look Everett in the eye, because if he looks at him, he's pretty sure his resolve is going to crumple into nothing. He's drunk and needy and he wants Everett so badly it aches to know he can't have him.]
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Whoops!!
Everett is taken aback by that, but he'll try to answer compassionately. Oh. He's done something wrong, he so presumes, and he should hope to know what it is. To make it right again. (Was it his cruel game playing? Took it too far, perhaps? That's his fault...)]
A, aah. That would be... a shame. May I inquire as to why you think you... shouldn't?
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You're bound to someone else. It was...kind...of you to indulge me before...but I can't ask you to do it again.
[The only thing Everett did wrong here was letting Hector meet Myr and witness how wonderful he is.]
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You sound very conflicted, lad. Do you believe Myr knows no better? I do promise, I may be discreet in my affairs, but he is wise to know I have them. I couldn't hope to keep that secret from him if I tried! [the bond would narc him out... it has, in the past.]
... also, he lives next door. And has ears. [you're a little loud, Hector. Don't worry, so is he. And Viren. And Sokie. And-.... you get it.]
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what.
[Um. UMM. The couch doesn't do him the mercy of swallowing him up, so Hector's booze-addled brain is forced to keep going.]
He knows...and he doesn't care?
[SOUNDS FAKE, BUT OK.]
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And he likes you! Couldn't help and see you two cuddling up, made my heart just soar. Gave you plenty of petting, hadn't he, my dear lambkin?
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More importantly, not only did he drunkenly cuddle with Everett's bonded-- who has listened to them fucking?? -- Everett listened in on their ramblings and Hector is never going to live any of this down. So there's that.
He takes the whiskey bottle and pours himself another shot. Fuck it. Nothing makes sense, all dignity is gone, and his only chance at being able to look either of these two in the eyes...or whatever...is to black out and forget all of this ever happened.
Hector downs the shot, shudders, and tilts his head so he can lean into the petting and look away from this terrible, terrible man who is trying to kill him.]
...I'll call you to-[tomorrow? will they be awake then? alive then? he's not even sure what day it is anymore. fuck it.]-Tuesday.