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rollfordiplomacy) wrote in middaeg2020-03-11 07:25 pm
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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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[Sorry, this clueless boy is caught up on the rules of the game, not on the fact that this nice lady is asking him to dance.]
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[ She's been flirting up a storm with anyone and everyone all night, honestly. ]
And since I made the wager, I think I have final say.
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Alright. Once we finish our drinks, I'll call for some music.
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[ She's curious. ]
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[He's done his best to discard all of the memories of that place, and the recollection he as of it is hazy at best.]
But I thought...I might just make it up as I go.
[Which, you know, makes for a great dance experience for his partner, right? It's not too late to back out.]
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[ She takes another drink, laughing. ]
As long as we enjoy ourselves, who's to tell us to stop?
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[But Everett has been very indulgent of everyone's antics thus far, so it'll probably be fine.
He gets to the end of his bottle, so he sets it aside and stands up, a little shakily. He extends a hand to his partner.]
So, shall we?
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[ She sways to her feet (hooves) and offers him a hand with an exaggerated courtly bow. ]
May I have the honor?
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Of course.
[He shuffles his hooves, testing out the motions he sort of remembers. A step, then a turn, a step back, a clap. He's piecing together something that could maybe be interpreted as a dance.]
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She's laughing half-way through and she turns to give him a little twirl. ]
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This is nothing like the dance from home. [He's laughing? As he says it? Wow, he must be drunker than he thought. This is actually...kind of fun.]
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It doesn't need to be!
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Hold on.
[With no more warning than that, he wraps an arm around her back. Ready for that dip, Iramaat?]
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[ She wasn't expecting that! But she comes up laughing, interlacing her fingers behind his neck and grinning at him, face flushed with alcohol and the exhilaration of their dance. ]
...I daresay you could sweep someone off of their feet.
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We don't have feet.
[He leads them both back to the couch so they can collapse.]
I'd better not reach up and find a grape on my horn.
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[ Iramaat juts her chin out, determined to carry her point - and then bursts into laughter as they go stumbling back to the couch. As they settle in, she's half on top of him, quite content to get nice and cozy against his side. ]
I was thinking about it, but I didn't have a grape on me... So you're saved. This time.
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'Didn't have a grape on you', eh? I see how it is. No loyalty among fauns.
[He grumbles, teasing, as they sink back into the couch.]
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It's in my nature, you see. I enjoy making people expect one thing and then doing another.
[ She lifts a long-fingered hand and lazily illustrates a circle in the air. She is pleasantly drunk. ]
I'm a member of the Fair Folk, after all. Was. Am? I don't know.
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'Fair Folk'...like in old fairy tales?
[He comes from a world of vampires and monsters, but he's never actually encountered one of the fairy kind, until meeting the fae here.]
What are the stories....oh, if I'd let you fetch the wine for us, would I have been trapped forever?
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[ Iramaat replies lazily, still sprawled against his side. One hoof taps against the air in time to the music that still drifts over to them. ]
It's more that I keep my word, I don't lie... [ She pauses and laughs. ]
But I was a hero! Really I was! It just wasn't my fault if my solutions weren't what people thought they'd be.
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[In the stories, fairies can't, but they find ways to trick hapless humans anyways. It's an interesting metric by which to measure just how deep their transformations go. Hector is fascinated.]
Quick, tell me a lie. See if you can.
[Unless of course the lying is just a moral thing, and not a compulsion. But Hector's tipsy and now there's suddenly science to do.]
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[ Iramaat frowns and folds one leg over the other. ]
I don't... want to, though. I've never lied. It would feel... wrong, you know? What's the point if I c an just say outright faleshoods?
[ Call it habit, really. ]
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[But he guesses he can't really fault someone for being honest. Or for having work ethic when it comes to deception. Either/or.]
's it really different, being a faun?
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[ She sounds doubtful. Still, not really the point. She hums and idly traces a line on the back of his hand with one of her fingers. ]
A little. I'm... much more excitable, I feel like and obviously I can lie... but I'm different. It feels different. There's no real way to describe that, you know? Isn't it different for you?
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Obviously, there's the hungers. And the lack of feet. I miss shoes. But, it's strange. I lost my old magic, and now there's this connection to...well, life. I...never thought I'd have that.
[Back home, his powers had all been centered around death. Fate is an ironic bitch.]
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