event pt 1 | full moon & litha

[moustre]

Event Log: June, A Midsummer Night's Dream

I. IUNERIL 17TH - THE FULL MOONS The days leading up to the full moons are the same as last month: Monsters are a little itchier and a little easier to agitate, whether they mean to be or not, which becomes increasingly noticeable the day before the full moons. But of particular note is that this may be the second full moons that some arrivals have experienced, and with that comes greater risks, greater agitation, and further reminders to take care of themselves. Weather fair, despite the worries of the city, Monsters will find that the Sisters aren't blocked away by clouds this night. The moons cast their light down on the city, and the pull is strong for even the veteran natives that call the city home. The Coven is offering potions and charms, in an attempt to encourage those without a Bond to ensure that they will be able to keep their wits about them throughout the entire stretch of the Sisters' time in the sky at their fullest. They're always allowed to reject the offer, but it's with a warning: if they let their newfound instincts overtake them, then they might find themselves back in the Coven under worse conditions. But the Sisters rise framed in stark red skies, even as evening falls across Aefenglom, much to the discontent of the city. Streets that are rarely dim are lit up even moreso, now, in the face of this omen, lanterns and candles leading all the way to the Harbor District. Their colors flicker with shades of blue, green, violet - anything to offset the red. Boats that come and go along the river also carry a lantern or two with the same intent, and ships in the harbor are decorated with magical faerylights, strung across hulls, masts, the works. There's no place in the Harbor District untouched by light, with nary a sign of red in the midst of their goods. Tensions are already high, between the humans and Monsters of Aefenglom. It's especially noticeable on this night: full moons already cause everyone to be a little jumpy, but with the red tidings for Litha, they're more on edge than ever. Some blame the new arrivals, though never directly to their face, especially when they don't know who, or what, someone might be. It's always a there-and-gone whisper, it seems like. Gossip. Distrust. Unease. It doesn't lend well to the full moons, but there are still those that want to help. Many will notice that there's already activities and decorations up for Litha, some of them still under construction despite the fast approaching festival. The most notable of all are the hedge mazes that have been constructed, both by hand and with magic to encourage their growth. Behind the festival organizers' backs, a group of people - both man and beast - are offering Monsters a chance to burn off some of their energy by embracing their instincts in a more... constructive manner, with native Witches and Monsters alike prepared to intervene if things get a little too violent. In a sort of mockery of Litha's traditions, they're partnering Monsters up with a willing participant to run the mazes, with a variety of options that they will list. The partner - or partners, if there is a party looking to go in together - can be either Witch or Monster, and the people organizing this won't judge as they inform the interested individuals of their options: a. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO, allowing the Monster to either hunt a small livestock or game animal (a piglet, fowls, rabbits, the like) or to hunt down their partner through the maze they've chosen. This need not end violently, and can become more of a game of hide and seek meets tag. b. EVERYBODY WAS FIGHTING, where one maze in particular has been devoted to a makeshift fight ring at the very heart of it. The organizers hope, somewhat, that by making the Monster(s) in question run the maze first they'll be a little tired out already when reaching the ring. c. UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT, because instincts don't always call for violence, the organizers offer a more intimate experience here, whether it's sexual or nonsexual. Maybe you just want a good cuddle..? The organizers emphasize the idea of consent, and will not force anyone against their will into the hedge mazes, no matter which one it is. They also want to make sure that they will step in to help if called upon, in case someone gets a little too overeager. Witches looking to use magic this night will, peculiarly, find that their magic is a little less... cooperative. Many of the Coven Witches speak of how they specifically wait to cast powerful spells on the night of the full moons, to ensure that they have the greatest chances of success with the help of the Sisters. However, Witches of the new arrival persuasion are much weaker on full moons. Their magic is still there, and they can still draw upon it for spells, but they'll have to put greater effort if they want to cast a spell with any significant amount of power. Overexerting oneself while doing this is entirely possible, so it's best to try and find some sort of balance, lest you find yourself exhausted and without a means to defend yourself. We ask that any and all NSFW threads be marked accordingly, or otherwise moved to a locked post on the log community or an entry/inbox on a character journal. Remember to please be excellent to each other, and respect all limits that your threadmates might have, if you explore the more sexual or violent aspects of the offered prompts. If things get OOCly out of hand, please let us know; if things get ICly out of hand, please let Nessie and Mhairi know.

II. LITHA - IUNERIL 21ST TO 23RD Despite what chaos there might have been on the night of the full moons, and the subsequent day after as things began to calm, Litha still arrives as scheduled on Iuneril 21st, as the sun begins to set. The summer solstice reaches its peak the following night, and the festivities wind down the third dusk. While certainly still lively, it isn't as completely festive as Boaltinn, most certainly because of the red skies, and the natives are obviously trying to make the best they can of what they perceive as a poor situation. To say that the natives are on edge would certainly be an understatement. Whatever happened in those hedge mazes is untraceable, now, and everything looks pristine. Faerylights decorate every awning, overhang, and eave, magical and twinkling with colors to offset the red skies. There are no bonfires, this go around, but much like the fires it seems that the lights all lead to the primary area of celebration: in contrast to Boaltinn, Litha is celebrated in the Entertainment, Shopping, and Harbor Districts. Doors to businesses are wide open (with many even having large signs indicating VAMPIRES WELCOME HERE - those that don't make a clear statement), and stalls offering wares and foods and activities alike are set up at nearly every corner alongside preestablished businesses in the market. The harbor is especially lively, with many sailors coming and going as they prepare for setting sail. While ships themselves are always coming and going in the port, Litha is an important time for the more longterm voyages and those meant to carry some significance, and each ship departing is bid farewell with equal fanfare. Fireworks and celebration that is, at least in some part, genuine, but does carry a certain level of enthusiasm that borders on force of will. a. ASKING FOR A LITTLE COMPANY Though all businesses in the Entertainment District open their doors for the festivals of Aefenglom, the brothels of the city in particular are offering a warm welcome this Litha to anyone who might be interested in spending some time with someone - or, multiple someones. They have open rooms for mingling, lounges with floor pillows and low tables where customers can partake in spiced and unspiced drinks alike, where the unspiced are lacking in the potions and near-aphrodisiacs of the spiced drinks. Private rooms are also available for those seeking a more... intimate experience, however one may take that to mean. The brothel workers are more than happy to attend to any interested parties, but also aren't against randomly pairing individuals up, based on their specifications. And, after a little misunderstanding regarding their classes, the Head Madame of the guild has decided that they will be offering chances for individuals to perform at their establishments. She was rather charmed by the mishap, bless your souls, as were the rest of the guild, so the new arrivals have endeared themselves to the brothel workers. Dances, conversation, assorted busking - whatever skills that their quest-takers learned, whether it be of the more sexual nature or not, they'll provide whatever they might need to put on a show and attract or entertain clientele. b. I'M WISHING FOR THE ONE I LOVE Anyone interested in making their way into the Shopping District will find just as many open doors, as well as numerous stalls interspersed where they weren't before. Vendors hawking their wares and goods like always call out with Litha specials, and businesses set up temporary stalls to draw attention to themselves, with promise of greater bargains and products to be found at their main establishment. There are many that sell spiced foods and drinks, with varying degrees of strength depending on how one wants to feel. Others are selling candles and lanterns, offering a magitech version of a lighter at a steal, depending on how much you purchase otherwise. The largest stalls, and the biggest displays at storefronts, are the flowers though. Every single flower shop in Aefenglom has come out full force, practically painting the district in a myriad of non-red colors as they put their stock on full display. They offer deals for those who wish to buy bouquets for a sweetheart or someone they admire, as well as anyone wanting to make flower crowns for those they care for. Each of the seven largest shops are also handing out a single flower for those partaking in festivities to place under their pillow to dream of future partners, the flower they're typically most well known for; this varies from shop to shop, but the up and coming Rose Bush certainly isn't going to let superstition stop them, and are handing out red roses. It's a bold move, but one that causes the tizzy that they were intending it to. And if one is feeling particularly whimsical, they can go to any well at night, looking into the depths in a bid to see their future spouse and true love within. Perhaps making an offering of a flower would bring good luck..? Just don't linger for too long, as there's a rumor that someone is pushing unfamiliar faces into the well, likely targeting those they think are new arrivals. c. GET LOST WITH ME Though the Harbor District has some bleedover from the Shopping District in terms of festivities, their streets and warehouses are where the most room is available for the hedge mazes. Some are sprawling as they fill the streets and alleys, spilling into the towering buildings that have been empty to load the contents onto waiting ships. They create their own environments, with flowers from the flower shops blooming in the rows and creating archways at entrances and exits. Some are enchanted to seem neverending, although there always is an exit, if one can only figure out the puzzle. Each maze has a different method to its madness, and arrangements that those running them have decided on. (Some faces may seem familiar, to those that encountered them on the full moons; they'll feign otherwise, focused only on the now and refusing to draw attention to any recognition.) Some mazes send in the partners together, randomly selected and tasked with figuring out how to reach the end of the maze together. Others will send the partners in from different ends, with the instructions to find one another, whether in the center of the maze or in its winding path. Another variety offers something reminiscent of the hide and seek meets tag game, tasking one as the hunter and the other as the hunted, a game of pursuit meant to replicate the "playing hard to get" variety of courtship. There's no restrictions on how many times one can enter the maze, as it allows one to forge many bonds - and possibly Bonds - and replicates the process of finding your true love. Or, loves; no one here is going to judge anyone. They certainly won't judge, either, if participants opt to take a swig of something for luck in love before they go in. However, some mazes have been tampered with: rather than opening out into somewhere safe on the street or in a building, they empty out unaware participants into the port itself. Hopefully you know how to swim. Once again, we ask that if any threads take on a NSFW nature that they be marked as such, or otherwise moved to a locked post in the log community or an entry/inbox in a character journal.

Welcome to the event log, part I! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. As ever, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know, and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

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[justbeingknife]

Whiskey for me. And nothin' extra in it, if ya please.

[ Don't think he wasn't wise to this spice action, not after a month or two here! Majima was perched on a stool at the bar, settled with the kind of effortless, casual grace of a dude who'd downed an awful lot of booze at an awful lot of drinking holes over the years.

When his drink was set in front of him, he'd raise it to her. ]

Thanks, stranger. Haven't seen you before.

Bendy | Turnskin | OTA

[figmentpigment]

➀ The Sky and The Sea
For some reason Bendy can't understand, red is an unpopular shade for the sky to be. He thinks it's awfully pretty... but then again, he'd think the same no matter how it looked in either color or weather. Colors, and the wide expanse of the sky: two things Bendy is quite sure he'll never stop being amazed by. He wants to spend as much time under it as he he can, reveling in the sheer openness and brightness of it all.

Luckily, concepts such as "sleeping" and "eating" are more of a pastime than a necessity, so there's been no need to spend almost any time inside unless he wants to! The harbor is the best place for it, where the sky is not just up, but out, and the water goes as far as it can to meet it. The demon sits by the docks for hours, staring. It's gotten him a lot of funny looks, a lot of suspicious mutters and a lot of being shoo'd out of the way, but that's fine. He can always find a place to keep looking.

³ The Moon
The morning of the full moons, he started feeling itchy. A pervasive, unending itchiness, the kind that won't fade no matter how much he scratches. Bendy isn't the smartest, but he knows what today is supposed to be, and he knows what's supposed to happen. Admittedly, he didn't expect tufts of hair to start forcing its way out of his otherwise slick and smooth skin. If he'd been smarter, he might have actually done something about it instead of ignoring the warnings and acting like everything was fine and trying to forget, but... well, it's one of those learned habits.

Thankfully, the city is better prepared for these nights than Bendy is. The hedges set up are a perfect scenario, someplace secluded but big and quiet where he can pull himself together, or at least avoid being seen if things go bad. He bobs anxiously on the balls of his feet at the entrance to the maze, only pausing from scratching at his arms and legs to flick away droplets of dark, dark sweat.

➄ The Flowers
If Bendy had seemed uncharacteristically irritable on the day of the full moons, his chipper attitude has been cranked through the roof on the following days. Everything is great! Nothing is wrong! It's a wonderful party and everyone is having a great time! He's just gotten a little fuzzy, and didn't kill anyone, and everything is very normal and not a problem! Hooray!!!!

What little coin Bendy has at his disposal has gone straight to the purchase of flowers, in as many different colors as he can find--yes, red as well, because again, it's very pretty leave him alone (don't actually leave him alone please he's sorry for being mean everything is GREAT including the color red). With his proverbial pockets emptied, he's now set up a spot where he can methodically tie each and every one into as many crowns as he can.

If you're passing by you may think he's not been all that successful, but it won't take you long to discover why; just the act of looking over at his work will get Bendy to hop up to his feet and rush over, his smile a bit too wide and step a bit too bouncy, and offer you his latest piece of floral headgear.

[[ If you want to plan anything, contact me at yunisverse/yuni#0992! ]]

i; i hope this is okay for a reveal...lmk if it's not and i'll change it!!

[complementing]

[Minako smiles in welcome when he approaches her before turning her attention to the flower he gestures at. It's one of many in a basket she's carrying on her arm, one flower girl among many flower-bearers in town. Honestly she's tempted to wear all of it just so she doesn't have to carry the basket anymore, but she's pretty sure she'd draw unwanted attention that way.]

That one? Hmm, where did I get it...?

[She ducks her head down to inspect the flower more closely, as if looking at it will help her remember better. After a moment, she shakes her head.]

I'm sorry, I don't remember. I'm more than happy to let you have it, though. Oh! And this one too!

[She reaches towards the top of her head where her ponytail is tied, plucking a suspiciously pretty looking lotus from there.]

I don't think anyone else has this kind of flower!

[showsnopiety]

[She nodded, and blew out a quiet breath. That sounded ideal.]

Thank you Connor.

[Though...]

I didn't realize you two were living together.

[But they were close friends. She did remember that.]

[plasticasshole]

Yes, cottages are generally shared by at least two people. It would be pointless to take up two cottages between us when we could just take up one.

[When they get to the cottage he lets them inside, smiling at the St Bernard lounging on one of the chairs.]

That’s Sumo. He’s a good dog, he won’t bother you.

[It is quiet in the cottage save for the sound of distant fireworks, and Connor takes Caren to sit on the couch with him.]

Would you like anything? A drink?

i - b

[fordola]

[ Fordola needed to let out energy. The full moon called to her, and her freshy broken out wings were a reminder that she was a freak, a monster, barely in control. She had nearly ran all the way though, energy not fading - and her eyes focused on the boy. ]

Hey, you. I'm ready.

iv.

[auftauen]

Crymaria knows she's been caught; she knew how stupid the rumor of a well that reveals one's true love is, just a childless frivolity for people who still believe in fairy tale romances. If she were to see someone in the well, would they be a person who could save her? She fears what she might see.

She fears what she might not, what it might mean for only empty water to stare back at her.

Skittish enough after having been coaxed out of the safety of her apartment for this festival she otherwise wanted to avoid, Crymaria nearly withers. Iramaat's offer seems instantly suspicious, though maybe that's because she's been cornered. She fixes her with a cold look, her red eyes tired and narrow.

"Unless you're the one doing the pushing."

Chandra Nalaar | OTA

[fieryimpulse]

A. Entertainment District

(Spiced drinks are cuddles only! Please let me know if you want spiced or not in the subject line.)

[Brothels, lounges, and the like are not exactly something Chandra is all that interested in. She's happily involved at the moment, with no desire to jeopardize her relationship, but she does feel that in the interest of learning more about the world, she should at least poke her head into the festivities.

Drinks she can do, so she meanders into one of the buildings and takes up a cup of one of the drinks more or less at random. It's warm, and that's good enough for her, so she settles down at one of the tables next to you...yes you!]

Some party, huh?

B. Shopping District

[This is more her scene. Chandra heads out into the bazaar, floating among market stalls, picking up some of those scented candles. The magitech lighter is a little amusing, and she finds herself flicking it open and closed as she walks. Dressed in a button up shirt, bag in hand, a gifted rose flower tucked into her shirt pocket, she seems to be in a pretty good mood. People she's met get a wave and she'll quickly approach.

Later on, she finds herself loitering near the well, seated on a bench nearby. When someone walks up, she calls out:]

Let me know if you see anything.

[she's been too nervous to try it out...]

C. Harbor District

[Well, you've been stuck together thanks to the randomizer with Chandra, and that means it's time to head into the maze. Shifting her feet, she grins at whoever she's with.]

Ready to get through this?


D. Haven Practice Yard

[Like some, Chandra has been working her ass off to relearn the magical talents she'd lost. That means hours and hours at the practice yard, every single day. Fireball after Fireball, Flame Dart after Flame Dart, she keeps at it, trying her hardest to re-master conjuring, shaping, and releasing arcane energy, but even her stamina isn't limitless.

Face streaked with sweat, target dummies a few yards away suitably roasted, she sags and shambles over to a bucket of water. Dunking a cup in, she gulps down water before sinking onto a plot of grass.]

...Hells, this is a lot harder the second time around.


E. Wildcard

[Got a prompt idea? Want me to write you a starter? Here's the place to ask. If you wanna plot hmu here or on plurk at intercession]

[spaghettimonster]

1 - Do the shops without "Vampires welcome" signs refuse service to all monsters, or are they specifically excluding vampires?

2 - Does the prompt about the brothels ("after a little misunderstanding regarding their classes") mean that the flirting classes were intended for future employees, rather than open to the general public?

iib; 1

[complementing]

You too, huh?

[Minako peeks out from a hat stand right next to him. If he squints, he can probably make out her sheepish smile underneath a ridiculously huge hat that hides all of her hair.]

They practically dragged me in here the moment they saw me.

[fiddlestick]

Ehehe, seems that-

[He turns to look and...]

Holy crap, that hat is huge!

yang xiao long | witch

[vytal]

i-b. fight ring
[ despite not being too great with magic just yet, yang has been revving up for this moment -- to finally channel her stress and frustrations into something productive. like a maze with a fighting ring at the end of it. she may not be great with magic, but her physical strength is still something that people shouldn't underestimate. and she's going to make that clear to everyone watching.

of course, she won't beat her partner to a pulp unnecessarily. been there, done that, even if it wasn't intentional. it wasn't fun. she'll just try to get them down for the count.

she looks at her partner with a smirk on her face. witch or monster, it doesn't matter. she'll face whoever with the same amount of pride and respect. ]

Alright. You ready for this or what?

i-c. the getaway (hugs and a little bit of cuddling only, please!)
[ honestly, after fighting in the ring, yang's ready for another go...but one that's a little more relaxing, this time. and with blake gone, she could really just use some company. she's not looking for anything serious -- maybe just a hug and someone to spend some time with. it sounds nice, while she copes with the loss of her soulmate.

she's currently wandering around the maze, seeing if anyone's in search of a partner. once she makes eye contact with someone, she pauses for a bit before putting a hand on her hip. ]

Hey. Come here often?

[ she's joking, okay!!! ]

ii-a. entertainment district
[ yang can be found in one of the lounge areas with an unspiced drink in hand. she's enjoying herself and the music, and that's the main reason why she's here -- she just wants to hang out. get away from everything for a little while. it's been a rough couple of weeks, from arriving here to losing her partner in crime and everything that comes with adjusting.

at some point, she'll raise her glass towards whoever's sitting in her general area. ]

Cheers to finally getting some R&R?

[ hey, it's better than no r&r, right? ]

ii-b. flower crowns
[ even though she's never made flower crowns before, yang is really taking a liking to it. she's a fast learner, and the ones she's making aren't half bad. they aren't perfect, but they're certainly "presentable" -- and even if they weren't, who cares? it's the thought that counts, right?

for those she hasn't met before but are choosing to join in on flower crown festivities, she will turn to you for some advice. ]

So...question. [ she holds up two different flowers, one colored a dark blue and one colored lavender. ] Which one would you pick?

[ the flower crown she's working on seems to have small baby pink flowers strung together already!

and for those yang has met, she may just surprise you with a flower crown of your own...! ]

Here, it's for you.

wildcard
[ open to anything except nsfw! feel free to hit me up at amplitude! ]

ii-c;

[complementing]

Me too.

[is the exhausted little mumble Minako gives in reply. It's been several hours now, and she's pretty much at her limit. Especially since it's getting dark. Lately she always feels sapped of energy during the evening, and itchy on top of that. She's chalking it up to a weird full moon effect, though.]

You should come take a break with me.

[She pats the seat on the bench next to her.]

flower stall!

[vytal]

[ yang is one of those whom she hasn't met yet, so being bumped into while admiring the flowers herself is a bit of a surprise. she's caught off-guard, and makes a little noise when allura barrels into her. delicately. ]

Oh-!

[ yang draws back a little, and then looks over at the other girl. ]

You okay there?

ib;

[complementing]

[Minako scrunches up her face at his request, taking a quick mental assessment of her energy levels before nodding.]

Okay. It'll be quick and you'll probably win, but I'm down!

[She's not really a good hand to hand combatant, but she's at least learned a few things from Akihiko, so she can at least try to defend herself from Riku's attacks.]

[civicbooty]

[ Aymeric is late by more than half an hour when he finally arrives. The soft soles of his plain leather boots don't make the noise his sollerets do; even as tall as he is, nothing announces his arrival except the telltale creak of the front door.

To the right of the door is the kitchen, also their dining room, set with a square tea table and three chairs. A decorative half-wall separates it from the hall; the open doorway is flanked by two carved pillars. Through them, Aymeric has no choice but to see what Francel's done: the candles, the spread of dishes. Modest, compared to what the Haillenartes must have spread on their formal table on feast-days in Ishgard, but it's unquestionably Francel's own version of a supper meant to follow a holy day's mass.

Given the nature of the Litha celebrations, sharply opposite the rigidity of Ishgardian holy days, Aymeric might have found this strange — but then, loud denials of unacceptable happenings are part of the Church's arsenal, he thinks, not without a little bleak humor. Cooking, at least, is a badly-needed outlet for Francel's nervous energy.

The only problem with all of this is that Francel himself is sitting at the table...which implies that he's been waiting there since, Aymeric guesses, he suggested he might be back. ]

What's this? [ He summons a smile, after a very small awkward pause in the doorway, and closes the door behind him. ]

I'd no idea you might go to such great lengths. Forgive me; I might have been more punctual. The occasion is the festival, I take it?

During the Festival

[figmentpigment]

[There's a gentle tug at Monika's jacket, a soft but insistent draw away from her skygazing. Should she allow her eyes to be torn away from the brilliant color, a tiny demon will meet her with a sheepish smile. Bendy's loathe to distract a kindred spirit from the lovely sight, but she's in the middle of the road, and there are lots of people staring and grumbling as they weave around the loiterers.

Though, people being annoyed isn't the reason Bendy's decided to bother Monika. Bendy looks up at the brilliant red sky for a moment, and bounces on the balls of his feet. No, there's something much more important he needs to share.

With another smile shot Monika's way, Bendy takes a step, tugging at her jacket again. Dare she follow this bizarre little stranger?]

nobukatsu oda | witch | OTA

[nobunagastan]

[The oppressive red light makes it hard to get into the festival spirit. More than that, maybe it’s in his head, but Nobukatsu can swear he occasionally catches someone side-eyeing him.

Like just then! He spins to try and catch whoever-it-was he saw, but there’s nothing there. He was so sure he felt someone looking at him, too.]

1: Ahunting we will go

[The hedge mazes will hopefully get him into a more festive mood. It sounds just like playing tag as a kid.]

So what are we chasing? It’s not me, is it?

[He sure hopes that he’s making a joke; when he hears ‘monster’ he tends to think ‘teeth’ and ‘tentacles.’]

2: I’m wishing for the one I love

[By the light of the flower shops, and the light of his slowly burning ponytail, Nobukatsu works meticulously to weave together flower crowns out of a pile of flowers too big for any one man...

And then he sneezes.

The scattered petals drift down through the air like river as he keeps sneezing.]

Aaah!

[Now he’s panicking and sneezing. At this rate he won’t have any flowers left.]

3: Get lost with me

[Nobukatsu thought he’d had enough of hedge mazes, but those were sober Nobukatsu’s thoughts; happily spiced and wined Nobukatsu begs to differ.

He just needs to find someone to try another maze with him. Anyone should do.]

Hey! I’ll be your true love for the night, if you want! All you have to do is run this maze with me.

Wildcard
[if you have any ideas and/or would like to run something by me, i'm over at horsemancer]

[showsnopiety]

True. Though-I did take up a large house with only one other person.

[She smiles a little-though she's curious at the sight of a dog. A St Bernard? Connor struck her as being a dog, not a dog person. Likely it-he-is Hanks.]

That's good. I'm pretty sure he'd eat me alive, elsewise.

[That's only a little bit of a joke. But at least she settles down easily on the couch with Connor easily, her leg pressing against his.]

But-no, I don't need anything to drink. Not right now. You on the other hand...I think you want something from me.

Am I wrong?

I. a-huntin'

[guillotine]

[ Reading the intent packed into that less-than-innocuous question, the short woman at his left, lurking in a patterned hood and fingering her dagger hilts, slants him a leery sideways glance.

Nel takes inventory without immediately answering: horns, rune-like brands in close mirrors to her own, and an eye color she's predisposed to wariness of. Tall, which is another mark against him. ]

Why must you be the one to hunt?

sup nerd

[showsnopiety]

[She could understand that. The spices didn't add to the taste; it just made people more likely to let loose.

As for this man-well. She hadn't seen him before, but this seemed like a perfectly good way to start a conversation. Caren nodded to him, and raised her glass in a salute.]

I'm new here. Also, I've been working nearly since my arrival.

[She took a sip of her wine. White wine, just to start things off easy, rather then a heavy red.]

But now I can say hello. I'm Caren.

wildcard

[iminthebook]

Harry slowed and paused, looking down at her and sighed.

"Justine... is there no medicine you can take that would not leave you like this? You deserve better."

He is still holding her in his arms, and shivering a little. Not from effort, but from emotion. She fell asleep as he spoke and he laughed to himself as he picked a nearby resting area to stop at, a bench where he could lay her out and sit in front of her, putting his shirt under her head and his cloak over her without hesitation.

he felt battered, and torn. and he was utterly tempted to take her to the coven infirmary. But he waited, instead, and sighed.

Hells Bells.

oo1

[figmentpigment]

[ Big, dark eyes blink up at the stranger. Bendy can't help but feel that he has missed a few very important details for this particular situation. When he'd first been grabbed, Bendy was quite sure he had gotten in trouble for something, but now he's not so sure. This fellow talks very fast but there had definitely been a mention of them being friends, which seemed a little strange because Bendy did not know him. Maybe he'd mistaken him for another cartoon.

He looks between the hedge entrance where he'd so recently made quite a mess of things, to the animals penned up and waiting for the hunt, to the stranger waiting expectantly. Quirking his head to the side, Bendy points one claw to himself, just to make absolutely sure the man was, indeed, talking to him. ]

[plasticasshole]

[He seems like he doesn’t know how he wants to go about answering, not expecting such a blunt question. It’s true, he feels like he wants to be close to her. He didn’t bring her back specifically to do anything with her, he really was looking out for her- but he can’t deny that part of the reason was so he could spend time with her.]

I do.

[He takes her hand, assuming it’s fine since she’s pressed so closely.]

But only if you don’t mind.

fordola | final fantasy xiv

[fordola]

1 [ THE FULL MOONS - CW: Body Horror ]

[ The red skies felt like that time, years ago. When the moon fell, when Gaius was right and the Empire was wrong - when Project Meteor brought down Dalamud. Her body still ached, her body still felt like--

--well. It no longer felt like it was about to burst, for her back seemed to rip open under the crimson moonlight, orange wings spreading out, dripping with blood and other liquids. Feathers twisting, reaching to the skies, spread out to dry.

For the time being, she's remaining still, out on the streets. Her body hurt, she needed help, as she tried to hold back her screams. ]

2 [ A-HUNTING WE WILL GO ]

[ Now, usually, she'd want to fight with people. She'd want to show how strong she was. But her new wings hurt, her body hurt, and she wanted to hunt down an animal. To feel strong, to feel violent, to hunt. Perhaps like Lord Zenos... perhaps he'd be handling this better then her. ] Whoever finds it first wins.

3 [ UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT ]

[ Or, well... she looked to her partner. Her mind was turning not to violence, but... protection? Hoarding, keeping people close. Fucking monster mind. She gave a little shrug. ] Let's go check out this maze, huh?

[ Perhaps they're already in the middle, though, and you have an exhausted Fordola, down on the ground and prone for cuddles. Or talking, at least. ]

4 [ LITHA ]

[ For most of the holiday of Litha, Fordola is oddly quiet. She wanders with a flower crown, one made mostly with purpled and silvered flowers. She wouldn't mind explaining why, but she can't help but spend most of it simply observing people.

And trying to learn how to use these wings, the ones she can't help but keep spread most of the time, even as she tries to tuck them either behind her back or into her new clothes. ]

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