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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[moustre]

[oceanschild]

The Full Moon

Paris, at least, has learned from Connor's experience- which is to say, he's in the water before the moons really hit. His instincts didn't get the better of him last time, but as he's still not Bonded he took one of the charms anyway. The last things he wants to do is hurt someone on accident during all of this.

Those by the shore or in the water themselves might see him there, popping up with delight when he sees someone he recognizes. "I have a tail now!" he says happily, flipping back under the water to show off the glowing dots in the moonlight. Of course, there is no guaranteed that he remains this friendly or excited through the whole night...

Wishing - Drinks

This is very different from any kind of festival Paris is used to, but that's not really a surprise when everything here is so different. He likes it, though. The air of it all is lively and cheerful, and even the poor mood of many of the residents (especially aimed at someone with obvious Monster features like himself) can't get him down. And the drinks...! They're absolutely delicious.

Of course, delicious is not the only things those drinks are... it's entirely possible that after having one of them, Paris may spot you and immediately flush a deep crimson. He's a quick blusher normally, but this feels a bit extreme even to him...

Wishing - Flower crowns

Paris can also be found settled in front of a flower shop, happily chaining together a flower crown. Perhaps with or without a bit of the spiced drinks still in his system, he looks up at anyone who might be watching. "Do you want to try...?" he'll ask quietly.

Getting Lost

Paris is absolutely fascinated by the hedgemazes, looking over the one he's in front of currently with wide eyes. "It... it seems like fun," he muses softly, looking shyly at his partner, "Do you want to go in?" Whether they're going in together or have to find each other... it seems like a nice way to pass the time.

Some Housekeeping - Closed to Roommates/Neighbors

Living in a house with so many people has been surprisingly good for Paris. He quite likes all of his roommates, even though he doesn't understand them and the things they say or do much of the time. It's nice to have people around, and even though they don't need it in other ways... it's nice to be able to look after people by cooking for them. (He learned fairly quickly that at least two and possible all of his roommates were fairly useless in that regard, and he doesn't mind picking that up at all.)

He pulls a fresh loaf of bread from the oven, and has a bowl of salad and a bird that he'd panfried laid out. He peaks his head out of the kitchen, tentatively calling, "Um... I made food, if anyone wants dinner...."

Wildcard

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Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) | OTA

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ 1. A-Hunting We Will Go ]

[ Berserker hasn't been formally told what he is, but he's getting rather cranky now, especially now that curved horns sprouted from his head. It's obvious he's not a witch, but he doesn't know what sort of beast he is.

Whatever poor soul he gets paired off with will need to deal with this newfound irritation in him. He's ready to go, either way. While he finds no joy in this task, he knows he's good at tracking down prey, whatever the prey may be. ]

Is it going to be you I'm hunting or something smaller?

[ No matter the answer, he's ready to go. ]

((OOC: note that this prompt is likely to get violent because of how Berserker is!))

[ 2. Everybody Was Fighting -- CW: violence ]

[ A chance to fight...But this is a little bit dangerous for whoever he's fighting. Such as the poor soul he has pinned down, about to tear at them with his newfound claws. They're very, very lucky he doesn't have his spear with him right now. He starts to tear into them, blood staining his claws and hands.

He's very strong and likely to lash out, so subduing him may be a bit difficult. If something isn't done, though, he's likely to kill his opponent. Decisions, decisions. ]

[ 3. Get Lost With Me ]

[ Berserker wandered over to these mazes in hopes of being alone. Despite the growing irritation from the full moon, the way he keeps losing control of himself, he still seeks to be alone. It's not bad enough for him to seek out help just yet. As he makes his way into the maze, it becomes clear quickly he's not alone. A pity. ]

Are you lost?

[ Not that he cares, he doesn't want to help them. It more so he can push past them and continue on his own way. ]

[ Wildcard]

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Connor | Detroit: Become Human | Merrow

[plasticasshole]

The Full Moons

[Last time the full moons rolled around, Connor gained a tail. This time he seems to have lost something- his eyesight. He's at the beach luckily, knowing he'd be stuck with a tail for a night, but that doesn't make it any less alarming as his vision dims until he can barely make out shapes above the water. Luckily, under the water he can see just fine. The fins on his head have grown in finally, protruding from his ears. His eyes have no pupils and are blue, with the entire sclera turning black. If he could see them, he'd remark that the blind androids in the evidence locker looked like this.

He's Bonded with Hank, but the pull of the moons are strong and he still finds himself humming tonight. Just below the water, he's almost waiting for someone to be drawn in. His voice is soft and echoes in an otherworldly sort of way, and when he senses that he's got someone hooked he draws closer. Luckily he's in a playful mood right now.]


Litha: 1 (potential for NSFW!)

[Guess who has legs again, and really needs to stop licking things? This guy. He was offered a taste of a potion, and unsure of what it was he figured he could just analyse it. You'd think after a month of that function not really working right, he'd know better.

Anyone who gets close to Connor might find he's being a little too touchy. Innocent for now, just a hand on the arm or leaning gently against them, but soon if it's left alone might turn to nuzzling noses and linking fingers together playfully. And if encouraged, you might just earn a kiss.]

Litha: 2

[Connor is happy to be paired up with someone to go adventuring in a maze. It seems like fun, and he likes to think that he could solve the puzzle of how to leave fairly easily. Of course he's never actually been in a maze before, so results may vary. Left long enough, he might offer to his companion that they take a break and just chat for a while, maybe get to know each other better. Maybe if they take long enough, someone will take pity on them and help them out.]

Wildcard

[Hit me up at novicecity for plotting!]

Litha: 1

[oceanschild]

[Paris is walking around sans Aeto for the moment, taking in the sights and sounds and... everything. He's already in a good mood, so when he spots Connor he just perks up all the more, waving at him.]

Hello! Are you, um, having fun?

The Full Moon

[plasticasshole]

[Connor comes up from behind Paris in the water, milky blue eyes fixed on his tail. He grins, showing off his lengthened canines, and darts forward to grab Paris by the waist and drag him further under the water. He lets go fairly quickly, at least.]

Your tail is very pretty.

Ignis Scientia | ota

[quickrecipeh]

I-b. Everybody was fighting

[Ignis doesn't really care about the mazes until he hears there's a fighting arena in the middle of one, at which point he ends up lurking around the entrance to the maze area looking for familiar faces to suggest a little spirited combat. He misses the fight, just a bit, misses Gladio for that most of all, but maybe he can find someone strong enough to give him a run for his money here, too. Armed with his daggers, and well aware that his Witch abilities will not be cooperating, he waits in a little area that seems to be filled with people looking for ideal partners for the mazes.

And once he finds someone, in they go. Whether they work their way through the maze together or go separate ways to see who gets to the arena first, eventually they end up there. He'll politely bow to his opponent before sliding his daggers out of the sheaths he acquired for them and settling in, ready to fight.]

I'll let you have first strike, then.


I-c. Under the pale moonlight

[Once he has a few fights under his belt, Ignis opts for a more relaxing stroll through the mazes. These festivities, it turns out, aren't all his thing, but he'll at least try to take the advice of others and do one whole turn in the mazes for a more calming experience.

He finds surprising company for this, considering he's not willing to ask anyone for it. He's merely milling around and mingling until he's asked to join someone. If it happens, it happens, and he'll gladly take a nice little tiptoe through the hedges.]


II-b. I'm wishing for the one I love

[A friend deposited a flower crown on Ignis' head early into this, and he's found a little amusement in helping others select bouquets (flower meanings--from back home at least--aren't beyond him) and single stems for friends and lovers and companions alike. He looks a bit of a silly sight with the flower crown occasionally dipping low to knock his glasses about.]

You look like you're looking for something. I can help with the flowers. This one looks like one from my home that means "unending loyalty". It's one of my favorites.

[Need help selecting a flower? He'll be there. But beware the latter parts of the day, because someone graciously bought him a drink as thanks, and being rather parched, he drank it without knowing the consequences of the spiced beverages. So later in the evening, one might just get offered a casual, meaningless flower by a slightly friendlier than usual Ignis.]


II-c. Get lost with me

[Since the prior mazes were entertaining enough, Ignis finds himself near the ones in the Harbor District, too. This time, they're less into letting you pick your partner, it seems, and he's awkwardly thrust forward into the maze with... some random person. Maybe he's met them, maybe he hasn't, but he's straightening his waistcoat and looking around for a moment like he's been done a bit of a disservice. Then he smiles faintly to his maze partner.]

Well, shall we? Left or right first?

[oceanschild]

[Paris laughs, allowing himself to be pulled down- he feels so free, in a way that should probably be worrying, his normal inhibitions a lot further away than they normally are. He grins, his own teeth much sharper than they had been previously, swimming a loop around Connor.]

Isn't it? It looks like it glows a little...!

[plasticasshole]

[Connor turns and greets Paris with a smile, approaching him and standing perhaps a bit too close. Which... isn't terribly strange for him, except he's closer than usual.]

Hello, Paris. I'm having fun. Are you?

[oceanschild]

[Paris doesn't mind the closeness at all- he'll bounce a little on his heels, bringing him a little bit closer to Connor's height for a brief moment.]

Mm, yes. This is a nice festival. I've never been to anything like it.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor eyes the tail, then floats further down into the water.]

I wish I'd known I would be blind above water this month. Has that happened to you?

wildcard - the docks, a bon voyage

[mislike]

[When Sansa was younger and trapped in King's Landing, one of her few reprieves from her situation was going down to watch the ships sail out. She would stare and wonder where they were going, longing to be on one of them. Her heart feels that heaviness as she stands to the side, eyes watching as the others start to shout their goodbyes.

A blast follows in the sky, and it startles her for a moment until she looks up to see the colors bloom in the night sky. It's clears she's never seen anything like it. Pressing her hand out, she makes her own light, trying to send it into a burst of light.]

[oceanschild]

[Paris's eyes widen a little, and he swims down, tail curling slightly around Connor as he looks at his face.]

N-no, it hasn't... you can't see above the water at all?

francel de haillenarte; final fantasy xiv

[haillenarte]

prompt ii, b.
[the red skies and twin moons make him think uncomfortably of dalamud's fall, but red roses bring back memories of happier times — so anyone who sees francel out and about on the streets of aefenglom during litha will find a tall dragon-elf cradling a small collection of the red roses that the rose bush employees are passing out.

he doesn't really have enough roses for a proper bouquet — he asked some locals for the ones he has now, but quite a few people have refused to come in contact with them at all, on account of superstition — but that's where you come in! if you happen to have taken a rose from a flowershop employee, francel will come up to you, hesitant and smiling, looking a little apologetic for good measure.]

Ah, excuse me. If you're not particularly attached to that rose, do you suppose I could have it...?

wildcard.
( francel spent the full moon indoors, but besides that, he's pretty free. as far as his monster changes go, his horns and claws are visible, and you can probably see some scales peeking out of his collar, but his wings are hidden beneath a simple brown cloak. hit me with any prompt of your own, or contact me through pm or plurk to hash something out! )

Iramaat

[wylderrant]

I. Hedge-Running - Night of the Full Moon

Iramaat has been feeling on edge the last few days and she knows why. She's been told the reason, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. Her smiles have been increasingly strained and she's been a little more irritable than usual. Rather than letting circumstances run off of her like water off of a duck's back, she's snapped once or twice or been a bit jittery - even shying away at times. Tonight is the worst it's ever been and she feels like she's going to crawl straight out of her skin, given enough time, which is why she's prowling out to find out what she can do. Something - anything. She just needs to get this energy out of her and staying inside and bouncing off of the walls wasn't doing her any favors.

So she's there, down at the hedge maze, that wide grin of hers glinting in the lamplight as she waits and looks for someone to take the plunge with her. All of the options have some appeal to her, but it's ultimately not her choice - or rather, it is. But she has to convince someone else to join her. And at this point, she thinks just about anyone will do. So she reaches out to grab a passer-by or just someone who's also stopped to listen to the sales pitch, whether she knows them or not.

"What do you think?" She asks, eyes wide, almost too innocent, "Which one would you rather do?"

She's not giving them a chance to back out of it. She needs this and she'll be happy enough to drag them along. Then again, they need to say yes, too.

Those who are very observant - or those who know Iramaat - will note that her horns have changed and altered, becoming more like those of a red deer, with branching tines, than the curving, swooping horns she wore on her arrival. Interesting.

[ ooc: happy to do any of the options - just let me know if there's one you'd prefer and I can work with it! ]

II. In Fine Company - Iuneril 21

Iramaat goes out and about almost immediately, of course. She can't stay at home - that energy is still bubbling underneath the surface and she needs to find a way to get rid of it, even if it's faded since the 17th. Besides, there's so much going on and so much to see and to do with the impending festival that she simply couldn't let herself hide away at home! So she goes wandering and winds her way down to the Entertainment District and the fleshpots and pleasure houses therein. She's no stranger to hedonism, after all, and she enjoys it now and again. Even moreso if she can rope someone into it with her.

Which is probably why she sidles up to someone on the street, who may just be passing by or who may be peering at one of the pleasure houses in contemplation or just minding their own business and takes them by the elbow with a companionable smile and a flutter of her eyelashes, her other hand occupied with a glass of something spiced. It may or may not be drugged - she's no idea!

"Do you want to go in together? I'm a little curious."

III. Crowns - Iuneril 22

Whatever may or may not have happened a few days ago, Iramaat is feeling better. Or working on feeling better, anyway. SOme of that restless energy is gone and she's allowing herself to more fully enjoy the festival and the celebrations that come with it. She probably won't mention much of anything that happened a few nights ago unless directly asked - or maybe she will, depending on her mood. Regardless, she's out exploring again, letting herself be caught up in the spirit of celebration.

Besides, it's another chance to be flashy. To find herself something interesting - or someone interesting, as the case may be. She finds the flowers particularly attractive, with the multitudes of colors and scents. She wasn't quite as endeared with them before she arrived here, she thinks, but now she wants to douse herself in them and she's happy enough to settle in at a table and weave flowers together into a colorful crown. If someone wants to speak to her or give her one, that's where they'll find her. As for her? Well - she'll stop people throughout the day to hand one over with a smile and a wink, "A lovely crown for a lovely person."

Whether they want one or not, she'll plop it on their head. Oops. There are a few people she makes special ones for, of course...

IV. Well, Well, Well... - Iuneril 22

The evening air is cool and Iramaat is enjoying it - but she's been drawn by the rumors of the well that shows you the future (or at least a portion of it). That sounds like such fun that she's just got to give it a look, even if it turns out to be nothing more than hot air and ripples in a moon-lit pool. She's even brought a few flowers as offerings! She knows how important that sort of thing is. She loiters near the entrance to the square, humming tunelessly, wanting (as always) to drag someone along with her. She has her reasons, of course.

"I hear there's someone pushing people," she comments almost at once, "Want to come with me and look anyway? I'm sure it'll be fun - and safety in numbers, you know."

V. Hedge-Running, Pt. II - Iuneril 23

Iramat is back, of course. She's not about to leave herself out of the fun because she's already done it once. Besides, she thinks that trying things out under different circumstances is always a worthwhile endeavor! She volunteers, almost immediately, to be paired up at random - or if she sees someone she knows, she might try to drag them in with her, if only to entertain herself. Actually, she probably does the latter almost exclusively to people she thinks it might irritate, because that's the sort of person she is.

"We have a couple different choices about what we can do," she laughs, "I can hunt you, if you like..."

She means that, too.

"If not, well, there's always team-work, hmm?"

Regardless, she's going back in and she wants someone to go with her.

VI. Wildcard!

She can be found almost anywhere and everywhere, so feel to drop your own prompt or idea in here!

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[plasticasshole]

Me neither. It's very exciting.

[Though he does notice that people seem to be trying to avoid the colour red, which makes him kind of wish he hadn't put on this dark red waistcoat. People keep looking at him like he's done something wrong because of it.]

Have you tried any of the potions?

[oceanschild]

The potions...? Mm, I think someone mentioned they were in one of the drinks I had. It tasted good... can you have things like that?

[He knows Connor can drink but doesn't need to, so...]

luo binghe, scum villain's self-saving system, dragon

[despised]

i. bouquets for a sweetheart

( normally, a festival like this might not necessarily appeal to him. for the most part, they seem aimed towards the locals, and getting mingling between various people who have never met. this one in particular encourages intimacy in such a way that luo binghe is almost offput, though he swallows his complaints for the sake of not making a scene of his otherness in this situation. what matters, what matters, is that there are two particular aspects to this festival that he finds himself particularly drawn to despite himself. neither one has to do with socializing or meeting new people, and neither will bring him "closer" to another that he's met here, but instead, he has hopes to see someone from home through following the instructions thoroughly. it's a simple process at a glance, but in practice? there's so much fuss and flirting in the streets, and so many flowers out for decorative purposes, that it's almost difficult for luo binghe to locate the actual shops that he's supposed to be hunting down for his task. it doesn't take long before he decides it's time to enlist some help. )

Excuse me. ( a young man with bright eyes, fluffy black dog ears atop his head, and flushed cheeks stops one festivalgoer in the midst of their walk. he pauses, glancing down to their hands only to find that (whether willingly collected or enthusiastically shoved into their hands,) there's one type of flower there that he doesn't have in his own collection quite yet. his eyes are bright and eager as he glances back up to meet the other's. ) Can I ask where you got that flower from?

ii. wishing for the one i love

( or maybe he doesn't approach you at all, and instead it's the other way around. the same handsome young man just a small ways away from the heart of the festival, having found a well that's near enough to be convenient but just out of the way enough to be free of the bustling excitement present on the main streets and in the harbor. he's shameless in his attempts, and it's clear what he's doing — you see your true love (and future spouse) in the well if you look into it, right? so here luo binghe is, leaning practically right into the well, with his hands bracing him at each side of its entrance as he stares intently down into the water below. and stares. and stares... he's been there quite a while, actually, and doesn't seem to be giving up any time soon. once what he believes is an appropriate amount of time has passed, he even goes so far as to gently call into the well, as if expecting a reply. )

Shizun...?

iii. wildcards

( feel free to throw any other prompts my way, i'll roll with them! if you would rather plan, hit me up at kagehira. i'm still super down for luo binghe drinking a love potion, though he wouldn't necessarily seek it out, so if that's something you're interested in i'm extra willing to work to make it happen. )

[plasticasshole]

Not really. I can see dark shapes... that's about it.

[He frowns slightly. He's unaware that his eyes have changed.]

I hope this isn't something permanent. I like being able to see above water.

[oceanschild]

Mm. Your eyes look different...

[it's pretty obvious. Paris gently touches right under one of Connor's eyes before withdrawing again.]

I hope not too. But, um. Even if you are... it'll be ok. I can try and help...?

[plasticasshole]

[Connor sees Sansa by the docks and goes to stand by her, giving her a soft smile.]

Hello Sansa. Are you trying to add to the fireworks?

[He watches the light in her hand, curious.]

Sansa Stark | GOT | witch

[mislike]

( full moon mazes )

[She must stand out as a witch, constantly being reminded of who she is, but this time most of the remarks are from fellow witches, reminding her to be safe and that her powers will wane this night. She works at Parliament for most of the day, but is sent out toward the evening.

Sansa isn't afraid of monsters. She knows men that are worse than the ones here. And she wants to know what the newcomers like her feel since even she has noted the hostility. The organizer spots her immediately and pairs her with one of the monsters not far.]

You two, [They say as they try and get them both together.] Pick a maze.

[Sansa stares for a moment at the monster that was chosen for her and dips into a curtsy.]

I am Sansa. I have not yet been in these mazes, but I am open.

( asking for a little company )

[She holds a heated mug in her hands. The night is cool on her skin, more like the weather she was used to growing up, but unbeknownst to her, there's something in her drink. Her cheeks are a little more heated, and she's smiling a little more delighted.

She's just out of the way from the brothel itself, but those no longer make her blush. After all Lord Baelish once operated one. It's not for a lady like her, but she is looking up at the stars with a small smile, affected already.]

It is a nice night. It reminds me of standing out on the Gatehouse back home. [The tall castle walls, protecting everyone within.]

( i'm wishing for the one i love )

[She's sat on the floor with her legs crossed, working the flowers into flower crowns. It was more something she would have done when she was younger, but it's pretty. It reminds her of a lighter time, and she appreciates that about this place. She knows it has known it's own wars and hardships, but still it goes on.

She has hope that if her people back home survive this war, they can move on. The North will be okay. Placing the red rose she was given, Sansa heads towards the well where others are starting to gather. She doesn't line up to look though, having already married twice now.

When asked why she doesn't go over, she just responds,] It isn't for me.

( get lost with me )

[Still wearing the flower crown, it seems it's another chance for a maze. She thinks this place likes pairing people off. Sansa tries to find someone she knows for this, already casting her light upwards to hopefully guide them.]

Have you done this, yet?

( wildcard )

ooc: definitely open for anything. if you want to plot out something (especially with some crazy mazes or potential cuddling with or without aphro let me know! hit me up at xdombillyx

[plasticasshole]

I didn't drink it as such, but I tasted one. It was good.

[He links his arm around Paris' and smiles at him.]

I'm not sure what was in it, though. Maybe I should have asked...

[...Eh. Nahh.]

[oceanschild]

[Oh! That's fun. Paris grins, keeping their arms hooked together. This is kind of nice, actually.]

If it tastes good, then... is it important? [Wait hang on.] Could there be something in it that could hurt you?

[plasticasshole]

They do? How?

[He sighs.]

I'll certainly be spending more time in the water if that's the case. But... thank you.