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The Fairy Queen sends out an invitation for all otherworlders to an eccentric party with ulterior motives that aren't necessarily bad.. after all, they're protecting players from a ritualistic curse cast by escaped convicts from the Elphame prison. But that doesn't mean it's the party's entirely safe either.

CONTENT WARNINGS:

1st Prompt: Mild elements of body horror in the fairy queen's description (paragraph starting with "Opening the message"); this paragraph is description only and may be skipped without loss of content.
2nd Prompt: Ball prompts include reference to drugs, alcohol, smooching, and fake murder.
3rd Prompt: May have potential for mild body horror depending on player preference, as it features cynanthropy/lycanthropy.

The night before the full moon, a message is sent out to all the otherworlders in the land. In each person's inbox, the message sender reads simply "ELPHAME" and appears to have a verified account, despite that looking into it doesn't seem to reveal much content. The profile pic is simply a picture of a mushroom. Opening the message will reveal a video recording. For the first full minute, a woman simply stares into the video through one pure white eye and one wholly black eye. Her hair is white and fair and longer than can be seen in the video of her torso. Her skin is sallow, gray more than any other color, and her décolleté is peppered with what seems to be shells of mushrooms growing out of her flesh like they would on a tree, patches of bleeding tooth mushroom creeping down the side of her neck.
Atop her head, a headpiece made of platinum formed into the tiniest branches, filled with leaves of precious stones- diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and moldavite trailing down in long chains that keep her hair out of her face. Her lips are just slightly parted, painted in what seems to be an enchanted design that shifts patterns as she moves, as if they were a green screened galaxy in real life. There is a stud in the bow of her lips, and the top of her clothing appears to be colorful, but is only visible toward the top of her frame, as her top is low-cut to account for the fungi. A number of small stitched scars are visible, but largely healed. She tilts her head slightly. Even though it's only a video recording, it feels as though she is looking directly at your character. "You are busy bees..." A soft voice speaks, almost as if the wind itself is whispering in your ear and not from a recorded video. "Busy bees could barely bother, but bother is basically all you do. I bequeath you busy bees a bidding. Bother blithely, busy bees, in Elphame as bristling beauties are bound to do. A ball before you, beneath the Wolf's Moon big and bright, betwixt burgeoning fae blooms. Do not baa, do not bray, bruin nor boar will keep big bad wolf at bay. Bop and bounce, ballet you may, or brawl your basest behaviors in my ballroom before break of day. Broadcast not your boorish bumf, though, or busy bees will be broken brisker than bats banished from Beelzebub's borders and bound. Bless my bestowal and with bated breath I shall bade you betokened truth, if truth be told." Whether or not your character understood what was actually said or their brain shut down in the middle of those barely benign instructions, they may additionally notice fairy circles made of tiny mushrooms start to crop up regardless of where they are in Avalon.
	Once night falls, if a character dances in them they will be transported to a costume party within the ballroom of the fairy queen in Nicnevin. Costumes will be magically applied upon arrival, based on a favorite childhood fantasy. (Did they want to be an astronaut? A dinosaur? A cowboy? A cat? That's what they'll appear as.) You can choose from any age of childhood for your character, depending on whether you want to go funny or more serious about their later childhood dreams. Whatever your character chooses to do as part of the party, the following party happenings should be noted:
1. If your character or anyone they know uses your character's name or reveals enough information about themself, they will become unable to disobey the fairy queen in future events. They've technically been warned about this in the fairy queen's message, even if it wasn't easy to understand. B. Alternately, you can have your character's name be captured by a more mischievous party guest fae and play with that as you will. You can be released either by someone else killing your captured fae for you, or the fae saying your name backward. So if your character's name is Stevie, they would have to trick the fairy into saying Eivets. This option to NPC your own fae captor is endable on your own terms, but 1a will be on the fae queen's terms down the line. 2. The party itself is a protected area; refusal to attend or leaving the party before sunset will subject characters to the Wolf's Moon, which has been put under a ritual by a prisoner group released from the fae prison during the previous dark web quest, Banyanished. This ball is being held as a gift to otherworlders to protect them from the second part of this event. (See below for details.) Characters will be told that they are in a protective area if they try to leave and to trust the fairy queen, but will not be forced to stay against their will by the fae. The only people who may try to stop your character from leaving beyond telling them this information are other player characters. 3. Dancing, food (fairy food), psychedelics and drink will be provided to those of age who want them throughout the night. If the partygoers don't seem to be having a good time or the party grows dull, the fairy queen (dressed in the award-winning submission to the Elphame Trader's contest some time ago) will make a demand participation in a party game*. If your character is standing around and not participating in the general activities, they may be coerced to participate. Anyone may join willingly as well, of course. The following party games will be played throughout the night:

a bottle on the floor

Spin the Bottle, Elphame Rules:

Fairies are quite randy creatures at times, and the first game played is none other than spin the bottle. The rules are as such: when it is your turn, you are blinded by fairy magic and must spin the bottle. Once the bottle stops spinning, the person the bottle lands on will kiss them. The person who is kissed must guess who from the circle kissed them; a correct guess will mean they stay in and the blindness spell will be lifted. An incorrect guess will eject them from the circle and they will wander around blind for the duration of the game until a winner is declared. Feel free to play out gameplay or your character needing assistance after being ejected from the game circle.

Truth or Dare:

The standard game of truth or dare. Don't forget to be very careful, as certain truths may have dire consequences. (See point 1, be very careful.) You can play issuing and completing dares or asking and answering truths with other player characters or receive dares from NPC'd fairies, which may escalate to dangerous and magical lengths. The only solid rule is that no dares are permitted to require exiting the party to complete, and lying during a truth gives permission to fairies to steal your tongue from you if they discover your lie at any point, even after the party is over.

a woman gasping dramatically with subs that say "Escandalo!"

a woman threatening a balloon with a knife

Balloon Game:
Everyone loves a good murder game! Everyone is outfitted with a single balloon. You may secure the balloon to yourself for 2 minutes before the start of the game. In the center of the game circle is a pile of close-range weapons varying in usefulness from binoculars and pots to knives, slingshots, axes and more. Magic is also permitted. If your balloon "pops" you are "dead" and will float to the ceiling to fly around until the end of the game, out of harm's way. Do not commit any actual murder or the balloon of the deceased will immediately wrap around you in a full rubber bodysuit and imprison you until the fairy queen can deal judgment. (If this happens, notify a mod so we can discuss Queen Elphame's judgment with you OOC.)

Helping to empower otherworlders to improve their chances of saving the world is the kind of task that can be a little.. subjective. A little questionable when it comes to consent, at times. After all, no one is here with their consent and no one was bonded with their familiar or given magic with their consent. What's a little more empowerment? Certainly, a group of imprisoned lycanthrope wizards seem to think they have something of a solution to increasing other worlders' potentials: a ritual using the Wolf Moon of January's full moon cycle to transform unprotected otherworlders into fellow cynanthropes or, in layman's terms, werewolves and other types of weredogs. Anyone not protected (at the party) will be affected by the curse ritual.

dog in front of full moon

Cynanthropes in Avalon have the following characteristics:

Character is now able to transform into a humanoid dog or wolf form to the extent the player chooses (go ears/tail or full-furry)
Experiences enhanced strength, enhanced sense of smell, night vision, blood lust, and characteristics similar to the character's dog or wolf breed.
These effects are only applicable the day before, the day of, and the day after the full moon from sundown to sunrise on each day.
Note that new weredogs/wolves do not have control over their instincts for the first few months of transformations and will behave aggressively. If in an emotional state, they can lose control of their transformed form regardless of how long they have been cursed.
Though characters can be killed by normal means throughout the month, they can only be killed by silver bullets during the 3-day full moon cycle
Full-time side effects include cravings for meat, animal mages having mild influence over them, being able to eat food from Elphame without being bound to the land, and the occasional hair ball.
It is up to players how painful they want the transformation to be/not to be; you can play this how you want and chalk it up to ritual reaction variation.

Cynanthrope ritual curses are particularly strong and require at least two siphoners working together to break the curse, a counter-curse potion (only available through events), or a deal with a powerful being such as the fairy queen or Morganna.

If your character did not attend the party, left the fairy queen's party, or wasn't at the Red Springs (protected by the mysterious crystals that turn it red during the full moon-- conveniently for your excuse not to participate in either prompt if you want to opt out!) they will become a werewolf or weredog.

Threaded | Flat

Have a ball

[Jean's outfit for the ball is a prince costume, completed by a toy sword and a cute fake crown. It doesn't take too long to understand why he's dressed the way he is... but it is a little embarrassing. He knows more about their world now and being royalty there... yeah, that's a complicated dream.

At least it was a decent looking costume though, even if he wanted to lose the fake crown as soon as possible.

If he's not with Mikasa, Jean is likely hanging out at the edges of the hall, possibly looking for any of his friends to chat with or just avoiding attention.]

Balloon Games

[For some reason, Jean ends up in the Balloon Games. Most likely because it seemed most fun out of the party games and somewhat good practice of his skills.

Somewhat, because what the heck is he supposed to do with a spatula he managed to take from the weapons before running away from any attackers. Throw the spatula at someone? Was the spatula even sharp enough to break a balloon? It didn't help his magic was animal magic so weaponizing that meant getting close and getting close meant danger for popping your own balloon.

For now all he could do was try to remain "alive" as he came up with a plan. Or find a better weapon.]

Float-y

[At some point, he managed to lose a fight and now he was floating in ceiling. He had to admit it was pretty fun to be able to float. For a while at least. He had a feeling it would stop feeling so fun eventually.]

I sure hope they reach a conclusion soon...

[He says to someone floating by.]

Have a ball

[Mamoru's childhood dream was to be a doctor. That's what his outfit is currently reflecting: a basic white doctor's jacket with a stethoscope around his neck and he even has glasses. He chuckles lightly at the outfit choice, but doesn't mind it at all. It's an outfit he would love to wear one day.]

It's interesting to see what kind of outfits everyone has, isn't it?

[He asks someone nearby, smiling a calm smile. The invitation and the warning might cause some concern, but he's trying to keep a positive attitude.]

Mingling

[Mamoru is staying away from the party games, but he doesn't mind chatting with people. Mostly about things that don't have anything to do with their identities of course.]

All the food here looks so interesting... it's a shame it's likely not safe to eat.

[Fairy food meant bad news, right?]

If you could eat anything right now, what would you?

Have a ball

[Elsa has very familiar looking dress. It's a throwback for sure. Her hair was on two braids as well and she really looked a lot like a blond Anna right now which was... both very sweet, but also very bittersweet? It's true that for a good part of her childhood she wanted to be like Anna - like normal - so they could be together again. The memories... they're very strong still, even if it has been years.

It was a really cute outfit though. She just knew it fit Anna so much better than her... but she didn't complain. It was just a sudden shock. She's laugh it off, since she nowadays was in a good place. They both were. No longer lonely or isolated.

Bruni on her shoulder looks confused at the outfit change and the braids.]

Oh...! I didn't realize you came along. Sneaky.

[Elsa chuckled.]

Truth or Dare

I'm still not very good at these sort of party games...

[She had to admit that, as she joined the game of Truth and Dare. It wasn't anything like the games they play in Arrendelle.]

I choose... dare.

Have a Ball

[Ren's dream was the one he was living. So instead of the clothes he had prepared for the party, he shows up in one of his STARISH idol outfits. His hair has braids on the side. It's definitely not the outfit he was going for, but it also worked well and he felt prideful in it. Like the idol he was.

He smiled at people arriving at the same time, turning on his charm already as he walked to mingle with everyone - or dance with one of his partners. He wasn't ashamed of having two lovers and he would show them off at the party as much as they could handle it~]

Spin the Bottle

[Even if he was in a double relationship, Ren didn't seem to mind the weird twist in the game of just kisses. And blind ones at that. They were just that: kisses. A game of kisses. There would be no feelings attached to any of them... unless he happened to kiss the right people, like Camus or Kitsuno.]

This will be interesting.

[Recognize people just by kissing? Very interesting tactic. So the options are: have him kiss you or kiss him. Either way, smooch time~]

Blinded

[Eventually Ren is booted out of the game for not recognizing someone and now he was blind. He tried his best not to bump into anything by holding his hands towards. And if he accidentally bumps into someone he laughs lightly.]

Sorry, I couldn't see you there...

Before the moon

[Archer wasn't dumb. He could understand most of the message, but the thing was he didn't really want to trust a Fae Queen's words that easily. So he remained behind in Camelot, despite the warnings and several of his friends going to the party.

Since there wasn't that much traffic tonight, he was cleaning Fortune Panda to get ready to close the doors and head home for tonight. Anyone could still walk in and there was some leftover meals to take home as well. Mostly stuff like ramen, curry or riceballs though.]

Awoos

[The full moon rises as Archer is on his way home. It's unexpected and it starts as a pain all over his body. The transformation is painful and ruins the clothes his wearing for sure - but at least it doesn't take too long before a wolf stands where he was. There's still leftover pain all over him, but he ignores them as he growls and howls.

If Archer was capable of thought, he likely would curse his luck. However, now there were no thoughts. Just instincts to start hunting... and maybe howl at the moon a little bit.

He starts looking for potential prey to sink his teeth into, occasionally running after a few wild animals and eating them... but hungering for more.]

Post-awoos (cw: nudes, again)

[Nothing like waking up naked the next morning. Not like being naked was anything new, after solstice. But it was still embarrassing and he had a feeling it would happen again.]

This is worse than a hangover...

[At least he seems to be somewhere not so public this time. Not in the middle of Camelot streets or something. Still, getting home would suck.]

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STANDING OUT
[Hikaru would not usually trust the fairy queen and he has also not gone to any party thrown by anybody in charge because he doesn't trust anything going on in this place. He's genre-savvy and knows what's up. But also, something about the message that had been sent had felt like he should really listen to it. Besides, it's the fairy queen and Hikaru and Kaoru had designed a ball gown for her so maybe he can actually see her in it. It is a ball.

So he goes and when he arrives, seeing other people suddenly dressed in costumes, he sees that his nice suit stayed the same. Awkward. He stands out because he's the only one not in costume. Upon closer inspection, his bangs have changed so they're parted to the left and his blue tie turned orange. Like Kaoru would do. He frowns, looking around at the costumes. Doctors, astronauts, heroes...oh. It's about dreams or something, right? So his dream was to be Kaoru...? Or...

His dream is just Kaoru. He gets it. That...is not so nice. So he goes to the bathroom and tries to fix his bangs but they just keep ending back the same. He scowls at his reflection and when someone comes in, he's defensively snaps:] What?! [And then realizing how much of a jerk he comes off as, pouts and looks away.] Um, sorry. Scared me.

SAY YES TO THE DRESS
[Hikaru has never quite needed compliments. He knows he's good and he knows that he makes nice things. So when the fairy queen shows up in his dress? He doesn't need the compliments but he is grinning at being able to see it actually in action. Him and Kaoru did well.]

The flow of the dress really works well, huh? [He can't say he made it because that would give up his identity and really, he's just complimenting his own work.]

TRUTH OR DARE
[A good rule of thumb is to not play truth or dare with Hikaru. But well, he was roped into this one because he'd just been standing around and so because of that, he's just going to go all out.

He'd argue this dare is pretty tame, though.]

Show me the most embarrassing photo of you that you got.

[ooc: Hikaru doesn't realize the costumes are childhood dreams but he's still pretty close to what he wants.]

(ooc: Endwalker spoilers abound! Please refer to her permission post if you want to avoid them!)

Costume Ball, or That Wacky Ancient Society

[What had Venat aspired to be, before she grew up? Before she woke up to light and life and the wonderful world that stretched on for miles, that forever after would hold her heart? Why, the answer might surprise you.]

[...though her costume shall share no secrets. For in her time, one could not discern professions from dress. Venat wears her accustomed robes, save in black rather than white. Though she'd appeared with hood up and mask on, swiftly she'd doffed both, so rather than some aspiration of childhood wonder she more looks to be going through what some societies might term a goth phase.]

[And rather than participate in the festivities, this moment finds Venat looking up at a chandelier, her expression struggling to be firm and frowning much the way a mother might struggle to respond to a naughty child who had done something incredibly humorous.]

This is no way to comport yourself at a formal ball. Do come down from there!

[The creature to whom this statement is addressed -- a lizardlike being which some might name an axolotl, but Venat calls an 'ambystoma' -- looks down from its perch on the chandelier in perfect contentment. Formality shmormality, it's warm up here!]

Truth or Dare, or What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

So we choose, and then are bound to answer any question truthfully or perform any dare required.

[Restating the terms for herself, out loud but not meant to draw attention, Venat steps forward into the party area the rather pushy faerie had insisted she come to. Apparently, one was hardly allowed to linger and watch, never mind if they had been apart from society for so long they'd dearly and truly missed the chance to watch people without pressure or guilt!]

[Said fae instructs her in no uncertain terms to wait, not move, not leave, and not do ANYTHING until they get back with a partner or two for her. They then zip off, leaving Venat awaiting someone to play with.]

Balloon Game, or Dance Dance Convocation

[Everything for a very, very long time has been careful, cautious, planned, prepared. A grand design to be pushed this way and that as best she can, requiring contingency and countermeasure in numbers to deal with the vagaries of fate, the actions of her enemies, and the sheer peopleness of mankind. Is it so surprising, then, that Venat might wish to cut loose once in a while? To simply sink into the moment without a care for the future, and let herself laugh and live in the world?]

[Well, whatever you may think on the subject, she is doing it anyway. A balloon tucked into the hood of her robes where it hangs behind her, she rocks on the balls of her feet, a pair of blood chakrams gripped in her hands and a brilliant smile on her face. Not the gentle smile of a motherly ancient, but the vibrant energy worthy of the seat of Azem, mischief and eagerness in a luminous mix.]

Strike me down if you can, for I shan't fall easily!

Have A Ball

[ This is one delighted duck - because she's wound up turning into her dear Uncle Scrooge! She laughs, twirling the cane around, and decides to really get into the part.

As she mingles, be it with friends or strangers, she really decides to behave like an exaggerated version of Scrooge. Upping the accent, cheapness, the whole nine yards. It's up to you if you find this really weird or amusing. Or annoying. ]

Bless me bagpipes, this really is a spread! I should've brought some plastic baggies so I can skimp out on breakfast tomorro'a. Now, who wants to hear me pratter about how this young generation has it too good? Back in my day, we went to school in the snow, ten miles, both ways, on the back of a dinosaur!

Spin The Bottle

[ She might ditch the top hat/glasses/fake whiskers for this, mostly to make this less awkward... Or at least less awkward than it already is. She's aware she sticks out like a sore thumb. ]

What? Whaaaat? I just wanna know how weird fleshy lips feel like. Even cheek kisses are fine. This is all in the name of adventure and exploration!

... Humans do use breath mints, right?

Balloon Game

[ A pot? How is Della supposed to crush her opponents with a pot? ... By being creative, that's how! She begins to slowly wobble throughout the room, exaggerating the use of the cane, and using the pot as a beggar would use a hat. ]

Pity a poor old duck, spare a coin or two? Perhaps some bread crusts for a nibble?

[ Whether you fall for the ruse or just want in close to see WTF is going on, she's prepared to pop! ]

Wildcard
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A. Have a Ball

[ Growing up, Fenton had heard a little bit about his ancestor who had been a sheriff during the old west. There had been a lot of information, but the old Cabrera still ended up becoming one of Fenton's role models.

So when he arrives at the party dressed as a sheriff, he is completely elated. ]

Well yee-haw, partner! Would you look at that?

[ ...yes, he is trying to do a western accent. Yes, it's as bad as you think. ]

B. Truth or Dare

[ Fenton isn't entirely sure how he had gotten roped into playing this game, but suddenly he found himself sitting in the circle with other players. While he was anxiously waiting for his turn, he was debating the problems with either choice.

If he chose Truth, there was the problem of revealing too much information, and there was something about fae knowing too much about a person. Plus, there was his secret as Gizmoduck to worry about. But if he chose Dare, who knows what someone might make him do?

When it finally gets to his turn, he still doesn't have any decision made, and so flounders for a moment. ]

I, uh...Truuuuuu-Dare?

C. Balloon Game

[ A ball isn't really all that helpful for popping someone else's balloon, but Fenton can make do. He isn't really interested in "murdering" someone else anyway, and instead focuses more on protecting himself so he doesn't "die".

So the ball is at least good enough to throw at people for a distraction to let him get away, and he uses his wind magic to retrieve the ball as he makes his escape. It's a good strategy...or at least, he thinks so.

But how long can that last? ]

D. Wildcard

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A. Have a Ball

[ Now what little girl didn't imagine herself as a princess while growing up?

...probably a lot of them, she's sure, but Amy was absolutely one of those girls who did dream about being a princess, at least when she had been much much younger. That wasn't much of her fantasy nowadays though, especially preferring to adventure with her hero and actually knowing a real princess.

But when she finds herself at the party dressed as an actual princess, she can hardly complain.

And she can't help approaching the closest person. ] Well? [ She does a little twirl to show off her dress. ] How do I look?

B. Balloon Game

[ Well, murder games aren't really Amy's thing...but there is also no way she is losing.

So after securing her balloon somewhere safe, she'll find a good spot where she (probably) won't be surprised by someone. She's glad to have gotten a slingshot, which gives her a bit of range and keep her distance.

...she might not be that good using it, though. ]

C. Howl You Doing?

[ If asked, Amy wouldn't be able to explain why she had decided to leave the party early. But that was what she did, and had been on her way back home when the moon rose in the sky.

And then her body was suddenly on fire.

She doesn't know what happened after that. But some people at the inn might hear the howl of a wolf close by, or catch a flash of pink against the shadows of the night. ]

D. Wildcard

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1) Brivate Bessage

[Hijikata almost doesn't want to open the message. He's had enough of Elphame for a good while, thank you very much! He's still latently disgruntled over how much the fae (in his perception) trolled them there. But ultimately he gleans the contents from the talk he overhears in Camelot, so in a quiet moment he, too, takes the time to watch the video. For a silent minute he just stares back at Queen Elphame. She definitely looks otherworldly, but he's seen too many Amanto in his time to be taken aback (though the mushrooms do give him pause).

Once she speaks, though, he checks out very quickly. Why are they all like this?! He listens a second time and vaguely parses that it's an invitation to a ball... well, he won't be going. Just, no! Unless... unless it's a trap. Or maybe it's another trial? Ugh, those goddamn fae already managed to give him all kinds of trust issues, didn't they? Anyway, the ultimate dealbreaker eventually turns out to be the travel method. If Hijikata sees you about to enter a fairy circle he'll call out.]

Are you sure you want to do that? I know someone who ended up cursed after entering one of those!

2) Howl You Doin'?

[In the end Mr. Partypooper really did stay home. Why should he let himself be humiliated by pranks and tricks at a party when he can instead freeze his ass off and risk his neck in the nightly streets of Camelot? His proud black stallion doesn't like being on duty at night, so it can be heard neighing in complaint as it carries its owner through the quiet, cold lowertown, but Hijikata is merciless. This isn't a stealth operation, just a routine patrol, so the more intimidating he appears to any ne'er-do-wells, the better! Everything is quiet and peaceful, until the almost full moon comes out...

When the nausea hits him his first thought is that someone must have slipped something in his drink again (the last time it was a knock-out potion, but his assailant didn't take into account that rather than excuse himself and stagger into the dark backstreets he'd just stubbornly try to finish his beer until he collapsed at the bar and was simply laid on a bench to sleep it off - yes, he got more cautious since). He slumps forward, clutching his head as his confused horse slows to a standstill and turns it head to glance at him.]

Shit... ugh...

[When the pointy black-furred ears pop out of his scalp and the slightly shaggy tail out of the lowest part of his back his groan is half pained, half exasperated. After a brief moment of recovery he touches his new body parts in increasing aggravation.]

What the hell?! Who turned me into a wolf?!

[Clearly someone's got it in for him again, and no wonder, given his tireless efforts to cross the plans of as many criminals as he can... but this is so annoying!! Everyone's going to laugh at him if they see him like this! (All the more because he's a dog, not a wolf, he just doesn't realise it yet.) His horse starts to nervously dance in place, suddenly feeling unsafe with the predatory creature in its saddle.]

Black Star, don't you dare be a diva about this again!! You already wouldn't carry me when I got hit with that other spell last year, but I'm not cattle this time, so cut it ou--

[Instead of calming down the stallion lets out a panicked whinny and breaks into a run as if it had a genuine wolf breathing down its neck. Hijikata yells and curses and pulls the reins, but the horse goes absolutely buck-wild and eventually succeeds in throwing him off. For a moment he just lays on the cobbled ground before slowly unfurling from the fall-breaking position... and somehow it seems like he got really lucky, because aside from some minor scrapes he's not hurt at all. Huh. He looks up at the almost full moon and lets out a growl of frustration. He knows the stallion will find its way to the stable, so he doesn't need to worry about it, just pay an animal mage to give it a proper chiding tomorrow.]

Well, this sucks. Foot patrol it is.

[Have a Ball]

[If anyone's seen Horse before, they'll notice that she suddenly looks... different. Like two beach balls had a weird kid kind of different. She certainly looks more cartoony than she did before, although she doesn't seem to mind it. In fact she seems a lot less serious all-around.

She's dressed up up in warhorse gear. Why? Because her childhood fantasy was to be a warhorse! It's less of a fantasy and more of the only thing she knows. Horses don't really do childhood fantasies.

She'll be dancing around, and seen generally having a good time.]

[Truth or dare]

[Horse has never done party games before.]

I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm not really sure what to do here.

I guess... say something truthful?

[Howl You Doin'?]

[She leaves before sunset, despite the warnings. Like, how could it really be out there? She can handle herself, no matter what happens to her. She fought the Nowhere King! She'll be okay.

... Or maybe not, because she suddenly feels her body burning. She lets out a scream... which turns into a howl-

And a big, gray wolf stands in Horse's place. Once the pain fades, she looks around in distress.]

What - what happened?! What was that?!

note: prompts are tagged with specific content warnings but its safe to assume all also may contain:
body horror, blood, gore, violence, and references to alcohol/being drunk

① SIR, THIS IS A 7/11... open to all

[ cw: property damage :) ]

[ the content of the fae queen's message was largely lost on izō, but even once he realised that all the cryptic nonsense actually translated to an invitation to a party… it's still going to be a no. weird fae shit and the dubious safety of the food and drink? pass. izō can get perfectly drunk on his own time and spare himself the cultural exchange.

the sight of him weaving his way slowly back home is not unusual; especially since these days, he has a habit of heading towards the inn before realising he's going the wrong way — but izō doesn't usually go out of his way to stop at a convenience store.

unfortunately, the strange feeling of unwellness that drove him here in the first place to squint at the assortment of common remedies on the shelf intensifies suddenly and violently. don't mind the guy who looks and sounds like he's dying in the middle of the store. it’s fine. as one might expect, it's not at all a pleasant sound as the curse sets in and starts magically altering and rearranging body parts.

the ordeal is over in minutes but what's left is not the man he was when it started. in his place is what appears to be a huge dog sprawled out on the ground, though a bit of closer examination reveals some humanoid traits remain. a smart person might choose this opportunity to run while he's recovering from the pain and the shock since anyone who doesn't will soon find themselves contained in the small space of the store with a very confused, frightened, and angry cynanthrope. he's gained several inches of height, and while a considerable percentage of his overall mass is fur, there's sure to be more muscle under there than he started with. oh and there’s also the claws and the teeth… ]

② THE LEFTOVERS open to all

[ cw: implied animal death (chickens), generally gross behaviour ]

[ the good news is he manages to get out of the store eventually, but the bad news is that now there’s one more weredog running around town without a single rational thought to speak of. he isn’t thinking human thoughts like who he is, where he lives, or what to do next, running on instinct instead.

one thing izō manages to recognise is his scent as a human and, with his dog’s sense of smell, starts following the trail of his recent movements around town. ~~that’s something like a territory, right?~~

he’s surprisingly quiet, so it might not be the prowling that gets attention, but what he’s doing along the way. having your body magically reshaped in meatspace eats up a lot of energy, and this transformation was even more taxing than his attempts at animal magic. ~~the food expenses are the costly catch they don’t tell you.~~

izō isn’t picky. he isn’t above raiding someone’s trash if it smells appetising enough or trying to demolish a chicken coop to get at what’s inside.

still, it could be worse, right? he could be hunting. ]

③ TIME TO SAY GOODNIGHT open to all

[ cw: male nudity ]

[ when the full moon finally wanes, anyone wandering the edge of town nearest the brocéliande might encounter a man who looks like something mauled him ~~and not the other way around~~ dragging his ass back to civilisation. he’s sort of out of it and has all kinds of debris in his hair (...is that a pinecone?).

it’s hard to tell if he doesn’t care that he’s naked except for his bloodied orange scarf or if it just hasn’t registered to him yet with the way izō is right now. he must’ve left his clothes and weapons back in the store. regardless, it’s all out there. the scarf is draped over his neck like a gym towel and therefore contributes nothing to keeping his cash and prizes under wraps.

as hangovers go, this one really sucks. ]

④ WILDCARD

[ ooc; fair warning that dealing with izō in the midst of all this is probably going to be A Bad Time for all involved. That is, he will likely attack, chase things that run, and generally be a monster. The good(?) news is that since weredoggos can only be killed with silver bullets, there’s really no such things as excessive force right now in terms of dealing with it (and the third prompt is written with that in mind).

Want to do something else? My event plotting comment is here! You can also catch me on plurk @ koutenko or discord @ koutenko#5884, so feel free to reach out there if you want to plot anything out!

reference: izō's were form looks like this and since i don't have a full body yet feel free to refer to this for now for build, etc.! ]

Have a Ball: Games

[ Being one of those wallflowers, the fae quickly usher (read: voluntell/corherced) him into one of their games. Being cautious means refraining from suspicious food or drink at the gala, not offending the fae, and not uttering any truths regarding oneself. "Truth or Dare" is straightforward in explanation, obviously meaning that one has a chance of telling the truth. Thus between the two games, spin the bottle is the safest of the options.

Gathered in a circle with a few other fae, he pulls back the pleats of the robes draped over his arm to reach for the bottle, spinning it gently upon the table. It lands on you. While he wears a mask, his tone of voice is as serious and grim as ever, despite the giggles and snickers of the fairy-folk around. So. This game has an enchantment to it, too, and now he is blinded. ] ...What does this ask of us?

[ Blind or not, he does not know the meaning of this game. ]

Have a Ball: Dancing

[ ....The games are dangerous overall. An easier option is, therefore, to seek another's company. Perhaps you are like-minded in your efforts to avoid being forced into a game, or maybe you genuinely enjoy movement to music.

Either way, it is to you that he offers his arm, the gesture and poise practiced and formal, if dated. ] Do you care for a dance?

Have a Ball: Respite

[ Air always does one good.

He's been handed a drink by some fae, and now it remains, still full to the glass rim, in his hand. Bubbles lift from the bottom of the golden, sparkling wine to the top in a fine, snowy fizz. Through its convex reflection, the rest of the gala continues as merrily as ever, all songs of woodwind and strings and costumes glimmering in the candlelight.

Although his mask obscures most of his severe expression, his posture suggests that he does not trust the drink at all, whether or not it is alcoholic. He lowers it. ] Perhaps it is better to discard it.

[ This, he speaks to his dark, metallic dragon familiar, but you may just be nearby. ]

Wildcard

[ Have an idea? PM this account, drinksteapots, or Jade294#6977! Somnus' costume alludes to that of a dragon. He wears this mask and a dark tunic with a black chlamys. The thespians of his era would have costumes as simple as a mask; surely, this is sufficient. ]

Edited 2022-01-18 20:48 (UTC)

Have a ball

[Or don’t.

Gokudera isn’t. He’s in attendance, dressed up just like his dad, and is actively sulking. He seems… off. If your character saw him at the last party, this is a very different flavor of the Tenth Vongola’s Storm Guardian. There is an unlit cigar in his mouth, and he’s sitting by himself, actively brooding.

He doesn’t trust the fae, but he also heard the warning somehow about the dangers of leaving the ball. Gokudera can actively be seen ignoring most anyone who comes up to talk to him, putting up a hand and shaking his head, not even making eye contact.

Gokudera would rather be at home, comfortable and safe.]

((Ooc: How tf do I work hyperlinks on an ipad: https://inst-1.cdn.shockers.de/hs_cdn/out/pictures/master/product/1/gangster-herrenkostuem-mafia-verkleidung-mottoparty-maennerkostueme-36746.jpg

There that should link to his costume.))

Edited (I CAN’T FUNCTION TONIGHT. ALSO THE SUBJECT LINE IS INTENTIONALLY FUCKED UP) 2022-01-18 03:40 (UTC)

a. have a ball

[ There was not even a second thought, not a hint of doubt, about attending this ball (although it took him some time and guidance and online snooping to figure out what the hell the original invitation message meant, but no matter), but this will certainly be the most high-end, formal event the boy has ever attended — really, the only fancy, formal event he’s ever attended. This is not Alberto’s first party ever, though… …it’s, like, his second or third, so — he’s basically an expert. And he’s dressed the part for it, too.

Being that he’s, uh, still a child, his childhood fantasy figures are very current interests. What’s more, they’re really rather new, because up until a couple years ago, he didn’t really have any particular aspirations… He just had fun on his island, looked up to his dad, and took life day by day. Which is still pretty much the case. Otherwise, all he dreamed about before leaving his island was, well… leaving his island. Being worldly and well-traveled and well-loved. And, well— that all pretty much fits him now, too. But since then, he’s also seen movies — and who better embodies these traits than the maestro of the silver screen, Marcello Mastroianni, perhaps the most beloved actor of the Italian golden age of cinema? He’s suave, charming, stylish, good-looking, cool — cool enough to keep his photograph on the handlebar of his homemade Vespa back home before Alberto risked his life launching himself off a cliff on it for fun, so, y’know, Marcello Mastroianni’s good luck, too… Nevermind that Alberto’s only seen, like, two or three movies. He’s an expert on those, too.

So, the costume conjured for him is a classic dapper suit, pale in color and well-tailored (the first time anyone has ever seen Alberto in clothes that fit him right, holy carp), with dress shoes to match and everything… He has on a black polka-dotted tie with a light pink carnation on his lapel, along with a pair of beige leather gloves and some chic sunglasses — which he’s continually playing with all night off and on because they make him feel like a movie star, okay. The magic even tamed his curls with some well-placed pomade, doing for his coiffure what, uh, snail slime could never do back home… No stylish little mustache, for better or worse, but it's still a snazzy little get-up — he looks cute. Alberto has never, ever looked nor felt more sophisticated and mature and, well, human.

Buuut... that’s not how he’s acting. No, no. That never is. Catch Alberto wilin’ the fuck out on the dance floor… He’s not an expert dancer. But he sure dances with all the chutzpah of an expert dancer! He’s brought his Polaroid camera from home, neatly kept folded up in its hardcover black case hanging on his shoulder (like how one might carry a purse), taking it out only for choice shots — mostly just cuz he’s having too much fun… He’ll be at it off and on all night, though, even taking photos of other random partygoers, especially those he really likes the costumes of — but it may well be your character, whether he knows them or not! He’s also going to be losing his absolute mind over the buffet table… He hasn’t seen, like, half this food before in his life?! And by half I mean like, 90% is pure novelty to him… All of this is astounding. He’s on cloud nine. He’s too young to drink, but, uh, he’s so hopped up on sheer excitement, that you’d… possibly second-guess if this kid is really sober or not.

In fairness... He also had like three shots of espresso before he came here, so, uh. Now he’s your problem, fellow partygoers. ]

b. truth or dare

[ Alberto’s never played this game. Which is bad news. No one wants Alberto to play this game. He’s way too cocky, way too creative, dangerously daring, and while he’s not quite a pathological liar, uh… he’s… not very truthful. He doesn’t want his tongue stolen, though. He likes it where it is. It’s fine there. Thanks. So with sly, half-lidded eyes fixed on his questioner, and a wide, bright, overeager smirk, his answer all but drips with frankly foreboding overconfidence. ]

Dare. I choose dare~

c. balloon game

[ No one wants Alberto playing this game, either. He found a knife in the center. It’s already disconcerting enough knowing Alberto has a massive collection of knives in his inn room as it is, like, way more than he needs, but at least he uses them for what they’re for… Now he’s being told to play with knives?! He’s out for blood — figuratively speaking. He’s created a hard light shield in front of himself, in a weak but so far effective attempt to protect his own balloon, as he cuts through the crowds like a knife, uh, with his knife, plainly delighting in popping any available balloon he sees open, no matter who it’s attached to. He is going all out to get as many people as possible before he gets got, too. Good thing he’s not very well practiced at this light magic trick. It’ll be easy to break his shield for anyone who tries. Have at it. The little monster deserves it. ]

Howl You Doin'?

[Option A - Clinic]

[Yes, she had received an invitation, and yes, she had managed to figure out what it said... for the most part. However, because of her work, she had no inclination to really attend the party. Perhaps she should considering she'd yet to go to Elphame's lands, but she's not so inclined yet as to just drop her work and go.]

[But maybe she should've. It seemed like shortly after those who intended on attending left, she had a splitting headache. Maybe working too much? No, she would've felt it sooner. Either way, she attempted to keep working.]

[Though, a character who might've stayed and attempted to come in later might catch her turning off her office light and leaving...]

[Option B - Of the Night]

[The moon was bright tonight. Full in its magnificence, luminous, a beacon...]

[It hurt, the transformation, but not as much as other things she'd felt before. And she would say that would she had the current sense to speak.]

[But no, why would she?]

[Aside from the white wolf's ability to stand upon its hind legs - much in the manner of any human - and tower over most, the glowing blue eyes of the werewolf only seem to gaze on at nothing. Dropping to all fours, it made its way out of Camelot, movements silent as it prowled which - careful, motion catches her attention. Be one unaffected, she was at least wary, but a lip curl suggested not to attack - a slithering familiar in her fur does the same.]

[The forest beckoned more anyway, and she would disappear to hunt within its growth.]

[C. Wildcard]

[OOC: Since Naomi's only in the werewolf/dog section, consider all interactions there with her normal the first day, but a wolf until the moon begins to wane. If you want to plot around this outside of the offered prompts, hit me up via DM or

demidemonLove]

WARNING: Lots and lots and lots of words.

Have A Ball?

1:The Most Unexpected Of Parties
[With as much of a fae presence as there is in this place, it probably should have occurred to Bruno that one really shouldn't be dancing outside at night. But, well, he'd discovered the music here and when you find your jam you just gotta move. For all his awkwardness with everything else, he sure can cut a rug, and as he's making his way through a grove of trees, he's also gettin down. Aaaand right into that circle of mushrooms he goes. You know, that one. The one he didn't see.

So he appears, still dancing, earbuds drowning out the ambient sound with music from his phone. He's in a dinosaur costume. He turns and, as he does, he opens his eyes. And he freezes, one foot up, hands splayed, eyes wide. Slowly he puts his foot down and stands up straight.]

Oh, no....

[This is literally the only way to get Bruno to a party short of throwing it in his own home and even then he's got ways to escape. Not so, here. He turns to leave only to be warned that he'd be leaving a protected space. A pitched battle takes place in his mind--physical safety or mental safety? There are a lot of casualties. However, physical safety wins and he goes back into the crowd. More or less.]

Maybe just for a little while.

[He'll grin, a little ill at ease, at whoever he encounters.]

Hola. So, did you get spirited away here, too?

2.It's All Fun And Games Until The Fun And Games Start

[Bruno is usually such a wallflower that actual flowers on walls have to compete with him for the title. They've done so on a few occasions. Though, it's one thing to be dragged into the midst of events by literal plants and quite another to be coerced by faerie beings. He doesn't dare object.]

a. [He's sat in a circle and wouldn't you know it, Spin The Bottle is a universal experience. He watches the game progress, growing all the more convinced that he really shouldn't be there. But he daren't leave. When the bottle inevitably ends up pointed at him, it's a good thing whoever's coming for him has been blinded and is thus spared the (rather hilarious) look of abject terror on his face.]

b. Dare!

[He doesn't even pause to consider it. Partly because the drinks might be going to his head and partly because getting him to talk about himself (insert song reference, here) is like pulling teeth.]

c.[Why has he pulled his hood up over his head? The world may never know, but he seems a little less skittish right now. He stalks about with a wooden spoon, his own balloon tied to his head over the hood. How he can see like this is also a mystery, but clearly he can, as he gives your balloon a smart whack with his improvised weapon.]

((OR just drop a wildcard tag here or hmu @ this account or on plurk! ))

A. The Wizard Marshal

[Kadoc's costume is a one-two punch of deeply embarrassing to him and boring to anyone else: he ends up dressed in an intricate, fine, heavy black robe with a jeweled staff. He looks like someone you'd see chanting in a circle in an underground cave at a specific time of night, performing unfathomable magicks, because that's exactly what this is. At least he doesn't have a fake beard or anything to go with it, but he is absolutely swimming in that robe.

To add insult to injury, this classy affair has a big incongruous HELLO, MY NAME IS style nametag sticker plastered on the front, which says

HELLO, MY NAME IS KISCHUR ZELRETCH SCHWEINORG

which . . . at least gives something for people to call him that isn't using his real name for the purposes of this party . . . if anyone wants to take a crack at it.

He is sulking about it, nursing a drink and sticking near the walls To Cope™.]

B. The Blind Smooching the Blind

[ . . . Which of course means he gets dragged into the first party game possible by the fae. By now, he's gotten pretty sick of not foreseeing their bullshit coming even when he should. Gonna take a strong stand here and say all this fae stuff sucks! Hot take!! Maybe he should have been pretending to have fun, but it's too late now: he's been plunked down in the circle, blinded, and given the bottle to spin, which he does with a hard grind of his teeth.]

Whoever this lands on, I'm just gonna apologize in advance for how much fun this isn't gonna be.

C. Up, Up, and Away

[At least he escapes Truth or Dare because he did enough public(ly entertaining!) suffering for Spin the Bottle, but after he tries fucking off and sulking in the corners yet again after that incident, he just gets dragged right back into the balloon game . . .

Which he just gives up on instantly, and you know what? This time, it was a good call. Sometimes quitters win. Now you can catch him flying around near the ceiling, away from all the madness, testing out these floaty new (and sadly temporary) powers in slow, easy spins. Heh. He may even finally be smiling about all this as he drifts about.]

I guess the moral of the story is to always get stabbed as soon as possible.

[We all learned a lesson here today.]

D. Wildcard

[Or this. You know this! I still don't have plotting up for this month because PHEW LIFE, but you can PM me here if you need to discuss, hmu on

benthic, or ping me on Discord @ Hen#6953. Or just surprise me! I love those!

Kissing is OTA, BTW. Bring it on.]

Edited 2022-01-18 04:48 (UTC)

Have a Ball!

[Option A - Hooray it's a Costume Party...!]

[Upon receiving the invite, of course Zidane wasn't going to pass up another opportunity to see the Fairy Queen or learn more about Avalon; and hey, it was also a party? Worked for him. However, what didn't entirely work for him despite his smiling at the edge of the party was the attire.]

[The pale cloak with blue markings was unfamiliar around his shoulders, the sleeves on his arms unwelcome. The attire didn't grace him with a shirt or really pants, but a long, almost long skirt cover. He was mentally trying to decide if the armored boots were the worse, or having his hair down; it could be both, right? The fae magic that left him looking like... this might've dipped into a bad part of childhood. It's not exactly him, but... at one point, he guesses it would've been.]

[Option B - Truth or Dare]

[Time to forget about costumes, more time for games...!]

[And it looked like it was his turn to ask someone the fated question!]

Alright! Truth or Dare?

[Which one will you take.]

[Option C - Balloon Game]

[Oh yeah, he had the balloon secured to his tail. Best place? Worst place? No one will know until the game started. And since they could play with magic and weapons, this might get out of hand fast. Surprise, he didn't pick up a dagger or knife, but he did pick up some needles. Hey, they were there!]

Ready to get started?

[Option D - Wildcard]

[OOC: Wanna do something unprompted? Hit me up via DM or at

demidemonLove]

Having a Ball

[There wasn't really much that Cleveland wanted to be when she was little beyond a strong big sister. So to compensate for this, well, you now have a rather pretty looking boy(?) sitting off to the side. Idly twirling a flower in hand and without a dance partner.

They didn't seem to mind though, even if they do look like they want to join in on the fun.]

Truth Or Dare

Dare! Bring it on, I can take whatever you throw my way!

[She was all grins and bursting full on with confidence! Bring it on! Is what she was basically saying while still wearing that suit!]

Drinks and Mingling

[Once things kind of start to wind down again Cleveland found herself holding a glass of wine in one hand, jacket held in the other.]

Hm, at least they have good taste.

[She commented, taking an idle sip. There were still other things that could be done, of course. But this was also a great opportunity to get to know others a bit better.]

What do you think?

[WILDCARD]

[ooc: feel free to come up with whatever~! Or contact me using this post or any of the methods listed on it.]

[a: "werewolf" transformation ]

[Unfortunately Izuku has no intentions of going to the party seeing as it wasn't really his kind of thing to do as a knight or otherwise. While he likes parties with his friends and socializing- a party this big isn't really something he wants to wander into right now. He'd rather stay outside and help patrol the area to make sure nothing can go wrong at this sort of thing. A kind of self-imposed bodyguard mission.

And that leaves Izuku completely unprotected from the curse that cries up into the sky and moon. One moment he's minding his own business and watching the area with a weapon in hand and the next a sharp ringing starts in his ears.]

Hnh...?!

[As the ringing gets louder Izuku suddenly feels a sharp pain in his skull. So sharp that he drops to a knee and holds his head in pain. Something is changing! It feels like his head is splitting open! Low and behold Izuku's ears suddenly morph and fluffy formed dog ears appear at the top of his skull amongst his curly green hair!]

Eh?! What is- happening?! Argh! It- hurts!!

[It doesn't stop there as Izuku's body feels like it's on fire! His nails start to harden into claws and fangs start to elongate in his mouth! He lets out a howled cry of pain before he doubles over and ... a big fluffy puppy tail (soft green fur and all) bursts out of his tailbone magically!

Either help him out or stay a foot back! Who knows what a weredog Izuku will be like! But he sure looks fluffy.]

[b: dog eat goat ]

[As a fully transformed werewolf- dog- Izuku can also be found running around like a curious excitable puppy on its first walk ever. Izuku pounces from one spot to the next. Sniffing the freshness of the snow in the air or chasing after sticks. He wants to be a good boy.

But out of the corner of his eye, a small white goat seems to dart away in terror. Izuku's keen dog nose hones in on it and in a flash he's suddenly running after the small animal while it yips and runs for its dear life?! Anyone knowing Izuku will know that this little white goat might actually be Izuku's poor little familiar?!

Stop him from getting the goat in his jaws or call out to Izuku! He can't stop his instincts!]

Woof! Get- back here! Here! Woof!

[c: wildcard! ]

[got something else? feel free to toss it down here! or find me at

michrure for some plotting!]

[ Having not understood the message at all, and not really comfortable at parties in general, Asterios saw no reason to attend. He's out late, getting a few more chores done when... it happens. He begins to transform.

While Asterios is technically no longer a Servant, which means he no longer has his Madness Enhancement... it doesn't mean he's wholly sane now. Years trapped in the labyrinth, eating humans... it doesn't make for a mentally healthy individual. Add that to this extremely painful and extremely frightening metamorphosis, and it's not a pretty sight. By the time he's converted into a massive, hulking monster wolf, he only knows one thing. The one thing that defined his existence as the Minotaur of legend.

Kill. Kill to be safe. Kill to survive. Kill because it's all you were meant to do.

Bright white fur. Blood red eyes. The same hulking horns jutting out of his head - but now he's got fangs and claws to make himself even more terrifying, as he destroys anything he can get his hands and teeth on. Ripping, shredding, clawing, howling - nothing and no one is safe, so if you wish to take this creature on, be prepared to be injured!

Of course, it's not impossible to soothe the savage beast... it just won't be easy. Good luck.]

a. have a ball

[ Rare as it is for Zuko to jump into an event like this, not being really much of a partier (I mean, he ended up burning his first teenage party to the ground for fun, so), he’s actually had a pretty fair time at the various parties and balls he’s been to in Avalon… And frankly, he’s been to more parties and balls in this past year here than since when he was a child living in the royal palace. But even then, he wasn’t certainly enjoying himself as much. The difference, certainly, is being in attendance with people he likes. He’s here with his best friend, boyfriend and girlfriend, and even if he’s still feeling a bit forlorn about his friends from home all disappearing recently, he’s at least looking forward to seeing some friends here he maybe hasn’t seen in a while. He’s not expecting to make new friends, but he… kind of never is. It always comes as a pleasant surprise every time, though it happens more often than he gives himself credit for. He knows he’s a bit brusque at times… He’s not, uh, exactly the life of the party.

In fact, even his childhood dream costume is rather… austere and severe… This is what he dreamed of being as a child? What the hell is he?! Ask him and maybe he'll tell you? He likewise has his twin dao swords strapped to his back over his armor, though not because it’s party of the costume; those are his own, he just brought those with him, casually, as one does, when going to a ball, right… He looks formidable, indeed, and keeps his skull-faced helmet on pretty much most of the night. He’s cautious about all this fairy business. But he’s still here to have a good time… even if he’s just standing around on the sidelines with a (non-alcoholic) drink in his hand, barely sipping it all night, refuses to dance (unless it’s with his girlfriend), doesn’t even idly bop to the music, and hardly talks to anyone unless approached. He’ll be floating between people he knows, of course, but in those moments he takes to be alone, it’s probably obvious to a stranger just by looking at him that he’s pretty much a stick-in-the-mud. Tell him to loosen up, man! It’s a party! Or, fellow sticks-in-the-muds, find yourself some like company. Whatever.

Nah, really, though, he’s having a good time, whether he shows it or not. He’s just not good at, y’know, fun. ]

b. truth or dare

[ He’s eventually tugged into a game of truth or dare, whether by friends or by fae. He feels far more comfortable with this than spin the bottle, and can keep his helmet on in case he gives any slightly incriminating truths for people who might recognize him due to his scar… He’s going by the name of Lee tonight, reusing an old alias, so if there really is any truth he reveals that might help people connect the dots and expose his real name or identity here, he’s covering his ass by covering his face. He doesn’t want no shit with fairy curses.

But he also wants no shit with silly nonsense pranks that will embarrass or annoy him, so he trusts he can navigate his words carefully enough to reveal nothing… He’ll just… channel his sister. Yeah. M-Maybe less outright lying, but more the sharp silver tongue. Though, his uncle is just as clever, eloquent and elegant without being dishonest, too. Hmm. Maybe he should be channeling Iroh instead of Azula, actually… He’d also like to keep his tongue, after all. ]

c. balloon game

[ Zuko’s very nimble and light on his feet, and he does have two swords as it is… But for all his martial arts expertise and agility, those skills kinda go out the window in a game as chaotic as this.

Even if that weren't the case, and all his combat experience came into use here? He’s also an absolute dweeb and popped his own balloon by accident. Difficult game when you’re wearing overly spiky armor as your costume and double-fisting swords.

Welp… He’s out. An intimidating military uniform with a cool scary mask can't disguise being a doofus. Maybe you’ll find yourself floating around the ceiling with him. Strike up some chit-chat. He’s just gonna be hanging there by the wall with his arms crossed, watching over the rest of the game — AKA pouting. ]

Dancing and Having a Ball

[She was wearing this as she entered. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but also wasn’t entirely uncomfortable either as she walked among the dancers. It sort of made since that she’d be dressed like some sort of royalty. Given that her general goal of being recognized as her own, separate kingdom. It still wasn’t really a wardrobe change that Belgium had been anticipating.

Either way she held out a hand to be taken as she entered the dancefloor. A smile on her face, despite her own headache, feelings of stress, and lingering hangover from her previous party.]

Would you like to dance?

Mingling and Drinking

[Okay, so she was kind of staying away from the alcohol for the moment. Still not completely feeling all that well from her earlier drinking spree. That might be easier said than done though, given the variety that was on offer here. Still, she did manage to somehow find some regular cider and was busily sipping at it. A small smile on her lips as she watched the others have fun and enjoy themselves.

It wasn’t as though Belgium wasn’t enjoying herself. More that she just didn’t feel like doing much beyond hanging out. She still had a few small bruises and scrapes from earlier this month. The ones that were minor enough that local healers didn’t bother. She could be coaxed into doing something. But really her heart would most likely not be into it at the moment.]

Howl you doin’?

[ooc: General werewolf warnings, potential violence, painful transformation, and later nudity]

[A]

[She probably shouldn’t have left as early as she had, and did have some intentions of going off to the red springs. Yet, to be completely honest, she just wasn’t in the mood for a party at the moment. That much was obvious the moment she stepped into it. Belgium does feel bad for leaving early, of course! But she felt even worse if she stayed, given her current, low-energy mood. Anyway, the woman was making her way back down the path before pausing as a peculiar… itching… feeling began to overtake her. Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that sent her to lean against a nearby tree.

She did not like this. Whatever was going on here was not good!]

H-hang on wh--!?

[She was cut off as a howl tore itself from her throat and echoed through the night!]

[B]

[She wasn’t certain what happened here. What she was certain was that the earlier nausea she felt was gone. Replaced with a deep sort of hunger and craving that left her rushing through the night. She felt good, freed from her previous worries. From her stress, from the empty feeling deep in her being. It was all replaced with more primal urges and desires.

Something that drove her forward as she stalked through the night, wolf ears twitching at the sound of potential pray nearby. The sound of cows mooing, and perhaps something else.]

[C]

[Ugh… she felt like a truck just rammed itself into her head at full force. Her hangover from earlier was back on. Along with some sort of inexplicable form of exhaustion. Frantically she looked around herself. She was outside, shivering in the cold and without any clothes to be seen.

…She was naked!?

A-And was that blood? This was… this was…! She was covered in blood, and it wasn't hers!]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

[She screams, nice and loud, and regrets it instantly as it makes her own ears ring to the point where she full on curls herself up. Ugh, she was going to vomit--]

[WILDCARD]

[ooc: As usual, if you don’t see anything here that you like, let me know! Or feel free to come up with something completely different! Feel free to use any of the methods here to contact me as well if you’d like~!]

Edited 2022-01-19 03:00 (UTC)

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