Festival Log: March, Eostre

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Festival Log: March, Eostre

Aefenglom's spring holiday of Eostre has three main features: parades, pies, and public drinking. It's a time to celebrate the warming of the weather, and being able to enjoy the outdoors again with the coming of spring, though stray patches of snow can linger around the very edges of the city, clinging on. Parades are held for anything under the sun, often forming up in the streets at the drop of a hat, at any time of day or night, and swelling with dancing, singing people as it progresses through the city. Along with flower crowns or flower-adorned hats, many natives hang bells on their clothing, to jingle merrily as they dance. This is a holdover from the old days where they'd use it to invite the Fae in for Boaltinn later in the spring. While it's lost that meaning, this year, many artisans are selling quite decorative sets of bells to adorn clothing and hang from eaves of homes, trying to rekindle interest in an old, silly tradition. Food and drink are sold on street corners for a pittance: primarily pies of various flavors (meat that isn't of the mystery variety tends to be more pricy, but vegetable, fish, and fruit types are popular), and lots of alcohol, including a clear, sweet liquor served with tiny, delicate blossoms floating on top. Members of the City Guard go light on public intoxication during the holiday, so long as you aren't hurting anybody in your drunken stupor, but anybody starting fights or traumatizing children might be thrown in the drunk tank overnight to sober up. Maybe you’ll make a friend in there! Music is a big part of the holiday every year. While last year’s musical talent show does not return, that doesn’t mean the scene isn’t hoppin’ - many are searching for new sounds, from wealthy patrons who would love to sponsor a budding musician’s work, to casual groups humming bars together in the pub.

➤ I. Ice and Fire With the many bells being hung around the city this year and worn like an Eostre fashion craze, it seems certain Fae-adjacent beings have gotten the wrong idea, and assumed themselves invited. Unusually, both tribes of pixies that have been spotted in Aefenglom in recent times have taken up this imagined invitation, and needless to say, the harbingers of winter and the messengers of summer do not like each other. Ice pixies and summer pixies both can be spotted around the city during the three days of Eostre, making war out of love. Pockets of clashing weather sprout up all around Aefenglom and its surroundings. One block might reach scorching temperatures, either dry or terribly humid, while on the next street, it could be snowing, hailing, or freezing over. The pixies clash with each other anywhere and everywhere, and you’re very likely to get pulled into the mess, becoming the victim of their particular brands of mischief or getting pulled into a physical skirmish - beware of tiny pixie slaps and kicks, and hair pulling. Lots of hair pulling. If you're wearing bells or have hung bells outside your home, you're more likely to see the pixies visiting, for better or worse. Summer pixies riding their fire-scarab beetle mounts like to set things aflame or summon up hot winds, while the ice pixies prefer to keep it cool - in the most literal senses of the phrase. Both breeds of pixie are incomprehensible to speak to save for a few choice bad words they throw around, and both are free with the rude hand gestures - at you and each other. They can also both be placated with offerings that suit their tastes or simply... eliminated, if that’s more your speed. Fewer in numbers and preoccupied, they cause less damage this time around, too busy squabbling with their polar opposites, and are mostly annoyances that can be worked around. They’ll move on of their own volition after Eostre, when the residents of Aefenglom ditch their many bells, but it might be good to curb the potential for property damage by getting them to leave early.

➤ II. Color Wars In keeping with the spring season, a new activity has started up at the Coven, and quickly spread to other parts of the city. Developed by a group of young and bored Witches, teams or pairs are formed, as many as need be to include everyone, and “eggs” full of harmless, colored powders, paints or dyes, all bright and cheerful in a rainbow of hues, are handed out to be thrown at each other in big mock battles. It’s messy, it’s colorful, it’s quite fun, and children and drunken adults all over the city are getting in on the action. Baskets of these rainbow eggs can be picked up from the original gaggle of Witches, or copycats, for a pittance - or free, if you’re nice enough - in order to stage a color war of your own or join in on a battle already in progress. Even if you don’t choose to join in on the fun, you might get roped into it regardless, as they’re thrown from parade floats or lobbed from upper story windows. You can’t be too mad at them, right? It’s all in good fun! Except some batches have been tampered with by pranksters, perhaps taking a page out of the pixies’ book. While many of the eggs thrown are just regular projectiles filled with harmless colorants, others have been enchanted with certain effects, usually but not always determined by color. These effects run from the slightly annoying to the unfortunately embarrassing, though none of them are actually dangerous. They can “stack” if one gets hit by multiple affected balloons, but they only last a maximum of four hours. Effects run the gamut, and can be just about anything you can imagine as long as it isn’t outright dangerous, but some examples include: getting stuck like glue to the next person you touch; only being able to tell the truth or only being able to lie; being unable to understand or speak any actual languages - only funny gibberish; being preceded by the sound of a string quartet wherever you go; the uncontrollable urge to laugh, or sleep, or cry, at anything and everything; losing all sense of direction; growing a beard or moustache that keeps growing longer as the minutes pass; unable to get traction, sliding around on solid ground like it’s ice; temporary growing or shrinking; swapping appearances (as an illusion, not a transfiguration) with another person; and more! Players are welcome to make up their own silly effects as they please.

➤ III. Color Wars: Red Light Edition (NSFW) As often happens, this innocent new game gains traction in the Red Light District, with a distinctly spicy twist. The color wars happening in the Red Light District are for adults only, and without fail, they stay contained, never spilling out into other districts. That doesn’t mean they are any less wild, though. The idea of the game remains the same, pelting those around you with eggs filled with different colored powders or paints. While the eggs elsewhere in the city are brightly colored, Red Light District eggs tend to be darker, more jewel-toned or neutral shades to distinguish them, for anyone who might not be looking for that sort of fun. They took precautions, so if you wander into something you aren’t prepared for, that’s really on you, right? Nearly all the Red Light District eggs are enchanted in some way, and have various sexy or embarrassing effects, including but not limited to: an excess of desire; certain embarrassing physical reactions; an increase in pleasure in others from your touch, or vice versa; the feeling of being tied up, ranging from just tugging sensations to full body restriction of movement; growing or shrinking of certain body parts; spontaneously vibrating fingers; the urge to confess your feelings for another person; and many more. Like the more “work-safe” enchanted eggs, the effects of the Red Light eggs last for four hours at most, and effects can be stacked by getting hit with different colors. These games also tend to last for much shorter times as the participants wind up slipping off to rent rooms for a few hours. You may want to follow their lead if you find yourself in the middle of it. Or maybe just hunker down somewhere with a friend until it’s safe to walk the streets again. Up to you!

Welcome to March's festival, Eostre! These prompts are just some examples of what's going on in the city from the 21st to 23rd. You're also welcome to draw inspiration from the blurb on the Festivals Page to write your own prompts. As always, if your thread has or will contain NSFW content, please content warn appropriately in your headers!

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[moustre]

Momo | IDOLiSH7 | Witch

[yesdoubt]

[a: eggy soldiers]

[After the amount of tiptoeing and recovery he's been doing this month, trying to ease himself back into a sense of normalcy, Momo feels like a party is a good way to cap it off now that he's at least gotten himself back to something like normal working order. Or close enough to it that he can shove anything remaining down into the pits of his mind with the rest of his issues, as healthy and well-adjusted people do. Eostre last year marked his first performance in Aefenglom and without Yuki, so this year he's at least very relieved that despite the celebration being smaller, he has his partner with him to join in the musical performance side of things.

Outside that, while he's pretty good at dodging the eggs, he does end up landing himself in or near a good few mock battles just out of stubborn competitiveness, and so it's inevitable that he ends up taking a few hits over the course of the festival...]

(i. sticky situation)
[In some cases, he gets hit by an egg so close to his face that even though he blocks it, he ends up stumbling aside into the nearest person, shoulder hitting against theirs. He's at least prompt to apologise--]

Ah, sorry, sorry, I took that hit too hard! I'll just-- [--right until he breaks off when his shoulder refuses to pull away from the person he's run into. After an experimental pull or two, it seems pretty clear it's some kind of magical side-effect, and his expression shifts to something a bit more on the "oops" side of things.]

...not go anywhere, I guess?

(ii. pomegaverse memes)

[In one particularly memorable instance, he gets hit square in the back with an egg by someone from the opposing team who's a little bit peeved by how much Momo was carrying his own team to victory in the previous egg-throwing bout. And rather than just a puff of powder, there's a puff of something else as Momo seems to shrink...

...and a rather distinctive-looking pomeranian takes his place. Thankfully, he can still talk, though it may not be helping that much as he seems to pause visibly for several seconds, and then slowly roll onto one side, wiggling his little legs.]

Oh no, I'm cute and tiny again... ["Again".]

(iii. forced truth, a.k.a. momo's least favourite thing)

[In other particularly unlucky cases, Momo might tank an egg or two to the chest perfectly fine, but he comes out of it feeling a bit...odd. There's something slightly unsettled in the pit of his stomach, like he's felt this before and didn't like what it led to, but it's been long enough since the last time he got whammied by a forced truth effect that he can't quite put his finger on the warning signs here.

It still leaves him looking a little bit concerned to any onlookers, or potentially like he might be sick or nauseous from the egg effect instead. If anyone comes close enough to him to investigate, though, he'll snap to rather quickly, waving his hands as if there's nothing to worry about.]

Oh, am I in your way? I guess I must've zoned out for a second there.

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[b: leggy soldiers (nsfw edition, 18+ characters only*)]

[It's when Momo is trying to outlast the truth egg effects that he ends up wandering into the red light district, somewhere he figures he's less likely to find people he knows, and also knows enough faces of the more general adult shops in the area that they don't ask too many questions when he quietly drops in to kill some time in the middle of a party he'd usually be right in the center of. It's just worn off and he's on his way back through to the main area of the festival when a few of the jewel-toned eggs get pelted at him before he actually makes it out of the red light district, and while he dodges two, a third one catches him right in the chest, his arms coming up just a little too slow to stop it being quite so direct a hit.

Immediately, a very strange sensation creeps over him - it's not an aphrodisiac, he can already tell, since he accidentally dosed himself with one at a festival last year. But it's certainly something his body reacts to a bit more positively than he'd like in public, even if it takes him trying to move his arms to realise exactly what the problem is, as something seems to tighten around him.]

Ah--! [Though there's no visible bindings on him, his arms, forearms held together, simply stop a certain distance from his body, and he recognises the sensation of something pulling against the back of his neck as they do. It's as if someone had somehow done ropework on him between one second and the next, and it leads to something of an awkwardly rigid position, because as the realisation ticks over of what the feeling is, it also dawns on him that it's going all the way down - he can't move his legs enough to walk.]

...Um. [He's uncharacteristically embarrassed about this, because while he's never cared much about airing his questionable nature among friends, this is in public and it makes it very difficult to deter any straying eyes if he can't move in his own defense, so it takes him a moment to decide if he even wants to try and spot any familiar faces. But if he does happen to meet anyone's eye, or someone just finds it extremely weird that he's just sort of standing in an extremely awkward and obviously not relaxed position, he at least manages a bit of a self-conscious smile.]

Could you move me somewhere I'm less likely to get hit by another egg, maybe...? [He can at least minimise the damage. Or try to.]

[[*Momo's not going to be actually banging anyone besides his partner if he shows up, but the nature of the prompt means NSFW topics and details are pretty much inevitable anyway for anyone who comes by to help out/laugh at his misfortune/so on and so forth.]]

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[c: wildcard]

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a. ii. dog time!

[adventageous]

[Alice, similarly, is happy to use the Eostre celebrations as an excuse to let loose a bit and try to return to some sense of pleasant normalcy. She doesn't intend to get pulled into the color wars, but after she gets hit with an errant egg she quickly finds herself in the fray, running and laughing and playing a way she hasn't since she was a young girl.

It's absolutely freeing in a way she didn't realize she needed.

The result is that she's covered in colorful powder and, thanks to a pranked egg, her usually-silvery hair is currently bright green. A young man standing nearby her is hit and immediately shrinks, causing her to head his way to make sure he's all right.

He is currently a dog. It takes every ounce of willpower Alice has not to pet him outright, especially as he flops over.]

"Again?" Is turning into a dog something that happens to you often?

[yesdoubt]

[Even though Alice might not be a familiar face, Momo's tail still starts to wag at the prospect of having company. He's just a people person in general, so it's hard to help even as his tone sounds a little bit on the misplaced and awkward side.]

Last time it wasn't a dog, but I did get transfigured into a living plushie sort of thing once before... [Hence the reason he said cute and tiny. Apparently him getting transfigured into soft small tiny things is becoming some kind of running joke of the universe.

Though apparently him being cute and tiny has not affected his powers of observation (or cheekiness), because he continues after a moment in a slightly more hopeful tone.]

I guess if I'm stuck like this, though, I should ask if you're going to pet me. [He just wants to be rubbed behind the ears, sue him.]

[adventageous]

[Alice brightens up a bit at the question and takes it for the invitation it is, reaching down to rub his head gently. As far as humans-acting-as-dogs go, so far this is going much better than it did with Tiny. Idols are far less nefarious than sorcerers.]

I can't speak from experience, of course, but I would imagine being a dog is far better than being a stuffed animal. At least you're able to move around this way.

[Unless part of the "living plushie" business was being able to move? This man certainly has had some interesting experiences.

An egg whizzes over Alice's head, the fight continuing on without them.]

We should probably move somewhere out of the way until you're back to normal.

[yesdoubt]

[Momo's tail wagging intensifies when he gets pats, and he nuzzles his head into her hand. The sensation of the piercings in his dog form's ears might be a bit weird to the touch if she gets that far out to the sides, but it's probably fine.]

Mmm, I could still move, but my limbs were pretty stubby, so I couldn't go far or fast. Someone had to lift me back up to have another go at the thing that transfigured me to turn me back. [Since he probably wouldn't have been able to climb the legs of that chair if he'd been left to his own devices in that form.

And as much as he might enjoy lying on his side and getting pets, she's probably right, so after a bit of a whiny, growly dog noise of dramatic sadness, he rolls back onto his feet.]

Alright...are there any shops or anything around we could sneak into?

Saori Nakagawa | OC | Chimera

[needsteaplz]

A. Dodge those eggs
[After everything that was last month, perhaps a festival is just the thing to lift Saori's spirits up. Normally this time of year would be all about viewing cherry blossoms but hey this is the next best thing. There was some time to spare in between running the izakaya, so a mock battle or two wouldn't hurt. Anyone who thought a chimera with crocodile parts would be slow were quickly proven wrong with her quick dodges. That being said, there are few times she may have gotten egg on her face...]

1. What the fox
[One of the eggs managed to hit her in the head, near the base of her fox ears. She lets out a yelp before being swallowed up by the cloud of pigment. There's some coughing and...a tiny bell ringing? Out from the powdery explosion, a tiny fox shakes off the remaining powder, causing the bell around it to jingle and her to sneeze. Saori looks down at her tiny paws and balks.]

Wha-WHAT?!

2. Slide to the left, slide to the right
Okay, okay, ya got me there.

[She rubs off the pigment on her face with her sleeve. Maybe it's a sign she should take a break before the next round and she is getting thirsty. She turns and takes a step only to lurch forward like she was on a water slide, or perhaps a soap slide as bubbles pop up from where she steps. The chimera carefully tries to rebalance and slow herself, but fails and she calls out to whoever is in her path.]

Wh-whoa! Look out!

3. The NSFW Option (18+ characters only)
[All Saori wanted to do was to get to her izakaya without getting egged here of all places but nope. Several splotches of jewel-toned colors already hit her and she leans against a building to catch her breath. She could already feel herself getting warm, so not off to a good start. What she didn't notice is wherever the eggs hit her clothes, it slowly eats away at the fabric. Her mind is busy with something else and her ears twitch when she hears someone coming by. ]

Ah, sorry to bother you but um...could you rub my ears for me, please?

B. Take a Break
[In the outskirts of the entertainment district leading towards the residential ones, there is an eatery. Due to the events of the festival, there's a sign on the door that reads in the local language, Japanese, and English: This is an egg throwing free zone. If the sight of a egg-based shenanigan free zone didn't lure customers in, the smells of something delicious would. The izakaya is of modest size with a few stools at the bar area and a few tables with the daily menu tacked on the walls. The drinks menu has something for those looking to start their nightly adventure or perhaps winding down for the night from beers to a host of teas.

The fox/crocodile chimera is behind the bar and her ears twitch when she hears the doors slide open.]

Welcome! Please have a seat and I'll be with you shortly.

C. Wild Card
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B - Take a break

[enkidoh]

[Enkidu is aware of the fact they've been slacking on their job at Saori's izakaya-bar. In fact, they have been everwhere and nowhere lately. A lot of people they considered friends have gone home and their heart feels heavy. And somewhere in the back of their mind they fear for the moment their best friend will disappear.

So when Saori speaks they snap out of their thoughts and open their mouth to speak.]

Ah... I believe I haven't been paying much attention to my work here... [To say the least.] If there is anything that needs to be done, I can still do them for you. [Then they hum.] I believe it is fair to offer you my services for free.

[needsteaplz]

Oh, Enkidu!

[She immediately walks out behind the counter to greet them with a smile. Some of her usual pep has gone however, mostly from also having friends go home and the events of last month, but she tries her best not to show it.]

I'm just glad you're here. Bishop and I could always use extra hands with dealing with the customers. Also, don't be ridiculous-I couldn't just accept your help without something in return. At least let me treat you to a meal.

[enkidoh]

[Enkidu doesn't notice her lack of pep at all. Especially when their pep has gone out hiking as well. There's a small smile around their lips but the look in their eyes is somewhat dull and tired.]

I cannot decline such an offer. [Sad or not, food is always a good thing.] What kind of food do you have for me? [A pause.] And will you eat with me?

[needsteaplz]

[Food: a necessity to life but also a universal healer for tired souls. At their invitation, she does brighten up a bit.]

You know what, I'd love to join you. I even have just the thing. A comfort food of mine, actually. How are you with spicy foods?

A2.

[glitzandglamour]

[The showy robot hasn't been around much over the past month or so, for reasons Saori—and most Mirrorbound—could sympathize with. But as the days go by, his condition improves and improves—and come Eostre, he's already regrown his fur and looks right as rain again, save for the bitten chunk missing from his tall, tall rabbit ear.

That's just not coming back.

Regardless, he's in for festivities of any kind, being a distant cousin to the Fae. And, well... just being Mettaton. As soon as his ears pick up on Saori's voice, ascending in exclamation, the Puca perks up and... freezes. It seems to be all his "freeze-or-flee" responses are ever good at doing.

And so instead of dodging her path, Saori rams right into a heavy metal lover robot, whose body makes a solid thok noise with her impact. He didn't even have the chance to brace her with his hands... Upon collision, Mettaton's animation returns, and he emphatically grabs her by the shoulders to stabilize her.]

Oooh, I'm so sorry! Looks like your warning fell upon ears not deaf, but belonging to a skittish Puca. [he is so convincingly skittish, and he strikes a demure pose, pressing curled fingers to his cheek. incredible.] Are you hurt?

[Thank goodness that she didn't run smack dab into one of his pointy shoulder guards. That wouldn't have been pretty.]

[needsteaplz]

[Thankfully Saori wasn't going down a hill when she smacked into Mettaton with a loud yelp. The tip of her nose was red from impact but thankfully there's no blood. Saori lets out a sigh of relief.]

T-thanks for catching me. I'm fine but I guess this means I can't get around by foot for a while.

[glitzandglamour]

Can't? You can't get around on those lovely legs?

[Mettaton's eye blows wide in surprise, giving her an entire up-and-down glance, from head to toe. ...Well, there's a heavy linger of his gaze upon her legs, as though looking for the cause of her trouble unseen. Her feet look intact...

The robot cocks his head at her, before reaching up to touch some of the pigment still lingering on Saori's face with an amused hum. The pieces are coming together.]

Ah. As though cursed to slide along slippery tile... [He smirks.] Not all of us are blessed with a Puca's speed and fortune to dodge! Poor thing. But why not embrace your new mode of travel???

[It would be like horrible moving puzzle tiles! Nobody can sympathize with this but a monster.]

1

[getting_better]

[ Going out to enjoy the festival was certainly something he was onboard with especially since it would help her take her mind off of less than pleasant things. The egg lobbing contest though was not something he was expecting. He thought food and drinks and then watching and laughing at people who gets egged. ]

Woah!

[ He covered himself as the cloud exploded and dissipated, calling out to Saori only to find the tiny fox which he just stares at. ]

.....Pff-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[ Who he proceeds to point and hysterically laugh at because, well, it was hilarious. He falls to his knees in stitches, one hand around his body while he banged his fist on the ground. The eggs he was holding were also on the ground, coincidentally. ]

[needsteaplz]

[Toy-size fox fumed and puffed up, clearly not as amused as Bishop. She even whaps him on the forehead with one of her tiny paws.]

Oh c'mon it's not THAT funny!

[It's then she notices the dropped eggs. With Bishop so busy laughing his ass off, Saori aims one of the eggs and times her kick just right that the fist hitting the ground hits the rolling egg instead.]

Hah! Let's see who's laughing now!

[getting_better]

AHA! AHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA - AH!

[ Cue screamlikegirl.mp4 as his fist strikes the egg and it bursts into a cloud of pastel colored smoke. Bishop is immediately patting to check his person, head, hair, face, eats, chest, arms, crotch - that one is particularly important - legs and after a pause for a visual check and then looking at the little toy fox. ]

HA! Nothing! In your face you - [ And it was here where the effect started to quickly happen as his voice becomes higher and squeakier until he sounds like some high pitched cartoon character. ] - tiny, ohmygodwhatthefuckthiscan'tbehappening.

[ He paused, despair on his face before looking at Saori. ]

....You're still a tiny.

[needsteaplz]

[She couldn't believe he actually fell for it. Saori falls over on her sides, laughing and letting her fox side take over.]

Kyahahaha! I maybe tiny but at least I don't sound like a chipmunk on helium! Oh I hope someone's recording this!

[She has to finally stop because breathing is a thing and wipes the tears from her eyes.]

breaktime!

[tryhard]

[ It's the Japanese sign that catches his eye. Waver was passing by on the street entirely by chance when it snagged his attention, and he nearly missed a step in surprise, staring at the sign for a long few moments before he finally makes his way in. The scent of the food is surprisingly... nostalgic. There's something about it that pulls him forward, looking around as if he's found himself in another world. His canine ears -- black, fuzzy, pointed triangles -- swivel forward with interest.

He doesn't pull up a seat yet, lingering still-standing at the bar. ]

Is this a Japanese restaurant?

[ That, or some confused native has been provided a very strange sign. ]

Mira Chambers | Witch | OTA

[inlikethebrume]

Pies and Drinks and Kitties

[Mira hasn't been to a festival in awhile. Litha's stuff ended up leaving a sour taste and she just avoided them since. But this time, it's different. A simple affair it feels like and no one can go wrong with pies and drinks. And she had some extra money on her to splurge a little. She has a couple pies boxed up beside her on a bench as she munchs on a handheld meat one, watching people walk by and interact and petting her gaelkitten.

The feeling is nice.

Not to mention the drink with her tastes really good. But she has a realization that she may have...bought too many pies. Her boys may just need one or two after all and she has bought like...five.]

Want one? They taste pretty good.

[Yes she is speaking to you. Will you take food from a stranger? Or pet the kitty on her shoulder? She won't bite.]

Egg Fite! (SFW/Whatever Effects Suits Your Fancy)

[The nice quiet time has passed when some random kid pelted her with a colored egg, spraying pink powder all over her. All in good fun they said. Really now? That is...until she finds a basket full of multicolored eggs in it and snatches it before anyone else can.]

I got pretty good aim. Wanna see?

[The fact that she smiles sweetly means that whoever is nearby should run. Mira does have a good arm as she takes one and hurls it at the crowd while giggling. This is fun! But she is unaware of any special powders this basket has as she throws them so if they do happen, she will be in for a surprise.]

Wildcard

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SFW - Egg fite

[getting_better]

[ While the festival was fun with the drinking and the food and the drinking, he has most certainly had his fill of enchanted eggs being lopped in his direction for one lifetime. But even as tipsy feet carry him around any ongoing chaos it doesn't allow him to be invisible so when a familiar face smiles in his direction with an egg in her hand and a basket in the other, Bishop is quick to sober but not quick enough to hide. He simply paled and raised a finger at her - as if it would stop her - in warning. ]

No. No, no, no, no. No. N to the O. NO. NO BUENO. NO BUENO! Do not even think, breath, conceptualize, dramatize, or otherwise entertain that thought.

[ A beat. ]

LOOK A SEAGULL!

[ He shouts and points to the sky then quickly running back the way he came, at least as far as tipsy feet would carry him. ]4

[inlikethebrume]

...does anyone ever fall for that?

[Mira sighs and shrugs as she jogs after Bishop, putting the egg back in the basket.]

Honestly, just saying no is ok. You make it sound like glitter is poison or something.

[getting_better]

[ There's a fifty-fifty chance, which he knows by experience. ]

Lady, you have no ide-AH! [ He immediately screams like a little girl who found a spider in her skirt as a stray egg pelts him right in the face, exploding into a pale pink mist. Bishop immediately falters and falls flat on his face grunting, although his voice is a lot more pitched and he seems to have gotten smaller. Much smaller.

He gets up, dusting himself off and immediately noticing how his clothes are almost slipping off of him. His pants have fallen to his ankles, the katana he carries clattered loudly to the floor as did his gun, and his shirt and coat are just barely hanging on, but more than that everything also seems to have gotten...bigger. He pats himself, discovering his slightly rounded face and smaller frame - shivering slightly in horror as he turns to Mira. ]

....Please tell me I'm not a ten year old.

[ Eleven, actually, but he doesn't know that. ]

[inlikethebrume]

[Mira covers her mouth but not just in shock. You see, once the mist clears and Bishop is seen as a tiny one, it's also a means of making sure she's not seen trying to giggle.]

I won't say it then. But your clothes are a bit too big for you now. We should probably try and fix that.

Rude | FFVIIR | Dragon | OTA

[grandspark]

I. Fire and Ice

[Rude wasn't really up for dealing with the annoying pixie plague but life didn't always cooperate with desires. On the plus side, he was good with flames and readily helped put out any stray fires. Sometimes he was drawn to the flame like a moth, and would stare at it for a time before properly putting it out (if it was relatively harmless to its surroundings) or sit by it contentedly like a cat next to a fireplace. The spells didn't last long, he just...liked...fire.

On the minus side, he had the opposite reaction to the ice. Whenever icicles were being flung around he got irritable and either stomped away in the opposite direction--or quickly dispatched the cause of the cold. Though if asked to deal directly with the pixies of either side that tended to be his solution. Get rid of them the brutal way. What were they to him? Nothing.]

II. Color Wars

[Naturally it happened by accident as the dragon was attempting to move though the area without being noticed. He must have failed his stealth check today because somehow he got pelted in the back, right between his wings, and colored powder went everywhere. A few seconds later the prankster's spell covered him entirely.

For the next several hours the big black dragon was no longer black--instead his scales shone brilliantly with magical coloration that made him, quite literally, into a rainbow. From red to purple and all the colors in between, he was stuck with vibrant scales (and clothing to match!) for however long this prank lasted. Least to say, he wasn't really that amused.

And no more stealth for him for the day, that was a lost cause now.]