test drive meme #19

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open April 24th, and apps are open May 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: WHAT A FUNGI
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

There you are, walking along, minding your own business, when you come upon a strange... something buried in the ground. No sooner have you noticed it then it pops out, ready to attack. This time, the Door has brought in some Mushbooms, from the Secret of Mana video game.

Mushbooms are large mushroom-shaped creatures that seem to be quite upset that you've infringed upon their territory - though who knew it was their territory to begin with? They attack unpredictably, dancing around before lashing out, and if you're not careful they might just hit you with sleeping powder. But who doesn't need a little nap sometimes?]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: SHALL WE DANCE?
[You received your invitation - now it's time to attend. Yes, it's the night of Sorrow's masquerade, and surely you're coming prepared. You've found an outfit in the shops, and maybe even a matching mask. You've learned the steps to a dance or two, or maybe you're counting on your partner teaching you.

What will you do, now that you're at the masquerade? Will you enjoy the delicate refreshments on the tables to the side, stuffing your face to avoid making eye contact? Will you make like a wallflower and watch people dance, hoping to be asked yourself? Or maybe you're the brave type, and you'll walk right up to a lovely person and ask them out on the floor. Whatever you do, the night is young - there'll be time for plenty more.

This is a mini version of the last day of our Seven Days of Hadriel event this month!]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: NEW PHONE WHO DIS
[So you called your friend - you're sure you did. You opened up your phone, hit their name in your contacts list, and started chatting. Maybe you have something important to say, maybe you just wanted to shoot the shit. Only - somehow, it's not your friend. It might be a different friend, a perfect stranger, or even someone you hate. Let's hope they speak up before you say something too embarrassing, right?

Or you might be the one getting the call. You answered the phone, and someone started talking as if they knew you - as if you're a close personal friend of theirs. But who the hell is this, anyway? What are you going to do, speak up or let them keep rambling on about their latest fight with their best friend? You might even recognize their voice - wait, did they just call you sweetie? Oh shit, they definitely think they called their boyfriend. Wow, this is awkward.

The longer you wait to speak up the weirder it'll be. Unless, of course, you have no sense of shame at all and are happy to let them make a fool of themselves.]

Comments

Kettara Bloodthirst | World of Warcraft

[oldtonew]

One

[She wakes up in a great flailing rush, kicking against the ground and wheezing. She doesn't have the breath to yell, somehow, but she's not hurt - nothing is wrong except for the pounding sense of dangerdangerdanger and the blood pounding in her head. Kettara scrabbles for her axes, turning in a quick circle. She was--she was fighting. Her master had come back for her. And then---

Something.

She remembers everything going very quiet.

Weird.]

Master? Anybody?

[There's a mushroom poking out of the ground. Kettara stares at it. It wiggles. She steps back. It wiggles again. And then lunges and gets an axe through the head for its trouble.

Yeah, okay. This is weird. This is really damn weird.

Should you wander up, you'll see a very confused teenage shaman trying to communicate with the elements. She's easily six feet tall and green. With tusks.

Have fun with that.]

Two

[What fancy elvish bullshit is this?

Normally when you have a ball, you have folks in their very best clothes mingling around and having a good time.

Kettara does not do balls. She barely ever does proper pants. She is not doing pants right now. But she has managed to wrangle herself a bowtie, so that counts. Right?

Currently she's examining the cutlery at one of the tables. She's already smashed a wine glass. It was totally an accident!]

Wildcard

[Hit me!]

2.

[blessedmaiden]

[Some fancy evil weirdness- but Rydia isn't complaining about anything: she kept her normal clothes and just started asking people to dance with her (men, women, creatures with no clear gender- it's irrelevant, she's just trying to have fun!), especially those who seem to keep their distance from the others.]

Hey there! [She waves, approaching the other woman] I see someone got a fancy bowtie there, such a little neat touch...

So... would you like to join me for the next dance? It's funnier than it seems and definitely more interesting than struggling to understand what all those forks are for...

one

[sweariff]

[It's been Mushroom City from here as far as Bigby can travel by foot — which is apparently an impressive distance, if the way the stalactites look indicates anything meaningful. Limestone has given way to crystal, and he can see a few jagged spires of very impressive looking ones jutting from the walls. It'd almost look pretty if it wasn't so alien, and a reminder of how far away from New York he probably is. He supposes he should worry about getting lost, but that would imply he has a familiar place to get back to. The sounds and smells of people — of humans, and some that are much, much more familiar to what he's used to back in Fabletown — drift up from winding paths that lead further into the whatever network of caves he's found himself in, so he isn't quite as perturbed as he could be, all considered. At least now he knows he's not alone.

Running into the creature standing in the middle of the trail is another comfort, though Bigby doesn't realize it at first. He stops in his tracks and moves off to the side to a nearby cave wall to watch her and assess what he's looking at. Troll, is the first word that comes to mind. She looks a little bit like Holly, minus the red skin. If she's a Fable, which is as likely as anything else right now, he supposes, she's not one he's ever seen before.

And what's she doing here, anyway? It almost looks like she's trying to cast some sort of spell or communicate with someone. Though who that is is anyone's guess right now.]

Is...whatever you're doing working? [Not keen on starting a fight by startling her, Bigby raises his voice from his place against the wall. His tone is light, questioning, and impartial.]

Rook | Havemercy but CRAU from the Box | OTA

[braidsandglory]

1. Mushroom Madness: Rook is really not pleased about waking up somewhere new...dark, musty and dank. He wanders along the corrodor before coming face-to-face with a weird-lookng...thing. It's shaped like a mushroom? Only it's waist high and has a face. And then it starts dancing.

Nope, Rook is done with this shit, he's going to go find Poison or Noah or Agate or Jarvis, thanks. He turns on a heel and starts to walk away.

That's when the damn giant mushroom bodyslams him to the cave floor. Fuck.

2. Ballroom Boredom: It's not unlike the masquerade the Technichians threw once, Rook's decided, and dusts at his coat. His flight coat, it lacks the gold epaulettes and fancy hold buttons, but in navy blue with silver buttons, the high-collared and double-breasted coat is clearly military in cut and fancier than most coats here. Combined with his tall slouched black boots, white pants, and his own hood looks, he makes a dashing figure. Rook is tall, with golden blonde hair and ice blue eyes: the front third of his hair is done up in mircobraids, and there are streaks of royal blue dyed in at his temples. He's got a statue's clean-cut beauty, classical despite his broken and crookd nose, and the scar that crescents his left eye.

But there's malice and disdain in his face, his eyes cold as ice and the curl of his lip cruel. Dare you talk to this gorgeous bastard, as he contemplates the wine?

1

[telephoning]

Zoe's running with a couple of those things behind her, herself. She might've lost them by now - nay, she probably has; she's slowed down and looked back over her shoulder a couple of times, and not one oversized fungus was hopping after her within sight through the dark - but shoot if she's taking chances and letting herself settle into trouble.

She has been keeping track of her surroundings as best she can as she goes - wouldn't do to barrel straight on into trouble while moving to ditch it - and her eyes widen with intrigue when she sees a person on the path, who are they, what are each of them doing here, while her brain urges her not to stay and talk - who knows what they could want and what they could be, just go, go go go keep going.

Without slowing down, she bends her path a little to dash right around whoever the stranger up ahead is.

And she's feet away when a big pale thing, probably another one of those, tackles said stranger to the ground.

The instant before she trips on running into it, she hisses shhhit in her head, hitches in a gasp through her teeth and throws her forearms in preparation to absorb some shock as her legs go out from under and behind her.

Hopefully the collision's knocked the mushroom-thing at least partly off of the stranger, for the guy's own sake - and as for Zoe's, her fall's scraped the heels of her palms a bit, but at least she's caught herself - uses what's left of the momentum still rocking through her to scramble onto her feet and steadily straighten up, turning around and creating some fresh distance.

Coming off a breath one part winded and one part thinned out by a fight-or-flight adrenaline rush. "Hell...!"

saruhiko fushimi | k

[pessimistically]

I

[ Everything about this situation is stupid.

Being brought here, the so-called ‘gods’, and now animated, hostile fungi. It’s all so ridiculous. The frustration he feels at the situation is obvious in the way Fushimi fights. It’s more aggressive than necessary, though he’s careful to keep his distance from the creatures.

The knives—even those wrapped in a blue aura—don’t seem to have much impact on his opponent. After a few failed tries, another one is thrown, this time surrounded by a deep red colour. It strikes the target dead on. For a moment, nothing seems to happen. Then it explodes.

The final result is effective... and messy. Too bad for anyone unlucky enough to be in range. ]

II

[ Regardless of why he’s here—bribery, boredom, temporary insanity—Fushimi’s not planning on socializing much. Or at all.

Instead, he’s found a seat as far from the festivities as possible, where he can indulge in such party activities as ‘playing with his phone’ and ‘picking at appetizers’. Obviously, no one would disturb him here. ]

Wildcard

[ Do your worst. ]

I

[lionhearrt]

[ The red aura from one of his clansmen pulls him from his slumber drawing the Red King to the ensuing battle. Mushrooms field the area, spreading like a disease and among them, clad in blue, stands an unlikely figure. Mikoto walks forward, red engulfing him, burning any stray mushrooms that block his path, including the remnant pieces from the explosion. ]

Prince Lothric | Dark Souls 3

[cursedandcarried]

scenario 1

[ The last thing the Twin Princes could recall, was hearing the creaking of old wood, scratching against the great floor of their secluded chapel at the top of Lothric Castle. However, this was not another dogged contender for the flame. No, in fact, it was not their door at all, it was another.

Teleportation was not unheard of, the younger prince himself could, in fact, dabble in it. However, he had never heard of being transported so far and so quickly. Raising a skeletal like hand, porcelain elongated fingers, taloned out from what could possibly be the dragon in his bloodline, lifted the hood just a fraction from his face, so that he was able to gaze around their new surroundings.

His brother, the elder of the princes, was not as calm as his sibling, however. Moaning in silent torment at the upheaval as he lay there, mute and blindfolded by his crown at his brother's side. ]

Be still, my dear, brother. Be still. For all is not as it seems...

[ Reaching down, stroking the crippled Giant's face to sooth him. Lothric's sight took some time to adjust, just long enough to spot several small, mushroom-like creatures waddling their way towards them. Placing his palms together, a blinding white light emanated from between his fingers. Soon his sorcery was cast and soon multiple tiny magic projectiles, gold, and glittering floated out into the air. ]

Thou need not waste your energy. Tis lesser fools that you sense. It would be an act of sheer folly for you to rise.

[ Confirming to his brother that there was no need for him to attack, as the glowing gold balls of magic, homing in on each of the small mushroom, dealing great damage to all they collided with.

You would do well to stay back, for Lothric's magic is not bias in what moving target it attacks. ]

Scenario 2

[ A masquerade? The Prince had no need for such merrymaking. Perhaps back when his kingdom and castle were full? Perhaps then, his mother the Queen and his father King ... Before he was consumed with corruption and madness, perhaps then the Prince brothers would have attended such a ball.

It was nothing more than curiosity that made Lothric want to attend. He wanted to know where they were, why they were here? See if he recognized anyone or if anyone recognized him. So there he was, arms strewn around his brother's mighty shoulders, where he lay slumped against his back as the giant, the elder Prince crawled his way into the building.

They were hardly dressed up as fine as some of the other guests were, however, their attire was not at all lost on the venue. Lothric donned the swaddling cloth like holy robes, his mute brother with his crown covering his eyes like a mask or blindfold and still, he wore their family's armor like the Knight he once was before he became nothing more than a tool his younger brother, utilized in battle and as transportation.

As they made their way into the ballroom, only just managing to fit through the door due to Lorian's size, it was inevitable people would stop and stare, who wouldn't? Their presence was imposing, to say the least. ]

If you tire, we may rest a while, dear brother? The hall is full, many eyes turned our way... Yes, rest for now, for you may need your strength again soon.

[ Lothric cooed in his brother's ear as the elder prince came to a halt, sitting there on his kness, greatsword dragged behind him in tired arms. ]


(ooc note: The Princes souls are joined, meaning Lothric can go nowhere without his brother. However! Lorian can not talk, see or otherwise interact with you, he can only help his brother to move around and if needs be, used to attack with his sword.)

[silverkitty]

2. Masquerade

[It's the apparent weakness that draw her to them, at first. She can't help it: after all, Shira is a sabertooth tiger, one of the most dangerous predator of her time, barring any whale of unusual size, and weakness is what feed her.]

[But it's not the same here. Humans here talk and fight with more than just lances, so just in case, better not and pick fight she couldn't win. And there seems to be little to eat on this one, anyway, thin as he is. It looks like he hadn't eaten anything in a decade or more and there is only so much you can get from bones. As fo the other one, meh. No way she is going to break that shiny rock to get to what is hidden underneath.]

[And, technically, she is a good girl now. She can hunt the non-speaking if she really gets hungry and here they have strict rules against eating anything that can talk. So play nice, Shira. Don't do anything rash, there is always time for that later.]

[She approaches from behind on silent paws, a nice red bow around her neck.]

My, my. What do we have here? I didn't know humans came in such size, or with claws.

[enkidont]

1.

For the love of Ereshkigal's--

[Enkidu coughed, mouth covered by a single hand. He hadn't quite taken in his surroundings, but he had taken in the monster that had come after him. Great fungus, who after a few moments lashed out. A predictable pattern, but the issue was the stuff they emitted. Several nearby animals had suddenly fallen asleep, and that hadn't escaped Enkidu's notice.

He wasn't a novice in combat. Far from it, he had grown up in the wilds, and his adventures with the great king Gilgamesh had refined such instincts. But fighting one handed and filtering one's breathing with the other hand was a skill he hadn't acquired. Understandably so, but the fact remained that the mushbooms kept him on his toes much more than he would have liked.

The next lashing out sent Enkidu into duck and roll mode, and he rolled himself right into the underbrush. Better here to try and reconsider one's attack than still fighting and failing.

He tugged his tunic up as well, relying on the fabric to filter out the sleeping powder.]

Those things must have a way to be approached without being noticed.

2.

[This kind of celebration was miles away from what Enkidu was acustomed to. While the staples remained - fine food, finer dress, and dances to be had - the particulars were nothing short of a new wonder of civilization to be seen.

Perhaps that was why he treated the moment as a spectator sport, standing behind the buffet table with mask dangling off one arm, hand reaching out to take another canape as if it were popcorn. His eyes took in every inch of the scene before him, and he wordlessly took passing glasses of wine when they were offered.]

Is this meant to go on until dawn, or is there a set time?

[He ponders it out loud, but with the hope of receiving some kind of response. The concept of a rhetorical question doesn't exist for Enkidu.]

1

[vahmedohpe]

[The most effective method for Revali is one he'd picked up early in his training: fly up high and shoot arrows at them. He has enough elemental arrows on hand that he feels justified in sending a fire arrow into the mushroom just about to lash out at where the human has just hidden. The mushboom goes up in flames, and as it writhes, Revali lands behind the human.]

I suggest you run now, before another one comes for you.

[There is absolutely disdain in Revali's voice.]

Zoe Baker | Resident Evil

[telephoning]

[OOC: High chances of Resident Evil 7 spoilers for anyone who hasn't played/finished the game! If you'd like to tag anyway but want to avoid any spoilery mentions, just let me know.]

A.

[Zoe's found herself in the mental equivalent of the space between having a rug pulled out from you and falling back far enough that you've realized it's happened and are about to hit the ground.

She can't be off the property. Actually can't be. And yet she knows it like the back of her hand, and this cave?

It can't be anywhere near it. She's never seen it before. The air feels different - or is that just her imagination...?

She doesn't know whether to be hopeful (maybe I was wrong, maybe I can leave, maybe this is a sign, or a chance, or just sheer providence) or very, very afraid (too bad I don't know what this is - maybe someone's playing with my head, or maybe I'm just getting worse - don't know what I'm doing anymore).

There's nothing to do but scope, she thinks, with her mind keen and eyes wide open - try to navigate through this place, get her bearings, look for any clue as to where she is. For as disoriented as she is - almost dizzily or dreamily so; she's got to get her land legs when surrounded by this sheer degree of unfamiliarity - she remains cautious and on high-alert. She does notice a patch of ground raised in her path. She gives it a wide berth. Keeps her eyes dead on it.

And then something pops straight up from under it.

She takes in a sharp, high gasp; flinches back a bit. Her mind tells her all right. Now go. Make a run for it.

But she does so a little too late and, with better judgment suddenly overridden by needing to know, she's frozen a few extra seconds.

It's a fungus-creature, all right. Maybe she's not that far from home.

But where the hell were these things hiding, what is it -- doing...?

Even when she gets her head back, she still doesn't bolt as it starts to move dancingly around her. She keeps her eyes and stance trained on it, heart rate starting to calm but staying high -- she bites her lip, swallows, feels in her pocket... just got her lighter. She expected that, but, still, maybe it'll help. Maybe it'll react badly to fire, if it comes at her.

Keeps her hand on it. Doubts it'll understand her, but in bracing herself to try to ward it off, mutters:]

Stay back --

[And it shakes a cloud of spores into the air. She's slow to recognize it - she breathes in a little bit. Ducks her head and curses herself for doing it, leaning one hand on her upper leg and withdrawing the hand in her pocket to cover her mouth as she coughs, god, what are these gonna do to a person -- ]


B.

[Zoe is wallflowering it.

Not out of a lack of interesting in dancing, or in everyone else here - o contraire, it's because she's... resting for now with her mind wide open in the whole atmosphere itself. A wide, open room. Music she hasn't heard before, crowds of people (most of whom she also doesn't know) milling around...

She didn't exactly overprepare for the occasion. After the past three years at home, the idea of going to a formal ball needed processing, to say nothing of what the hell exactly she should wear to a full-on masquerade.

But, well. She's here now. Maskless, in a fairly-simple white dress (and wow has it been a long time since she's worn a dress), with a belt made of woven leather and a powder-blue ribbon wound together, to keep it from being too plain.

Sort of just... treating being here as a celebration.

She's stuck someplace again - and yet here? She has her life back.

Once she's settled in a bit, though, she'll move over to the refreshments, pour herself a glass of wine. Take a small, slow sip - her lip curls in at the taste a bit, and she swallows thickly. Got to adjust again...

And if anyone else winds up hanging a little bit near her? She'll look at them for a moment, smile with her head turned somewhat down, give her glass a swirl.

And if they don't break the silence? Well, she'll bite the bullet - it seems like the right thing to do; make herself a little more part of things here.]

Who'd a' thought that living here would give anyone the chance to go to a dance?

[She speaks steadily from lower in her throat and she has a bit of a Southern accent. She takes another sssmall sip of wine, and waits a moment. Picks back up without looking back at the person she's thrown a bot o' speech at right away, looking out onto the dance floor.]

It's almost normal. [Half-smile. Temporarily adds a tangy note of humor.] Certainly a bit fancier than any I've been to before, but still... [A little lift in the second word:] -- It's nice.


C. Wildcard.

[Feel free to request another prompt or hit me with one of your own!]

a

[sweariff]

[Zoe might be onto something about the air. From Bigby's perspective, it's one of the hardest things to get used to with these caves, the whole torn-from-your-world-and-everything-you-know thing notwithstanding. To begin with, the adjustment from the city's air is...disorienting, to say the least. It's muggy in here, but there's also a sort of strange, natural odor lingering around it that reminds him of earthier places, of mountains and rock, places untouched by industry and people at large. For the longest time, Central Park has been his only exposure to nature; while this isn't quite the same (and when Central Park has a leg up on you in that category, you know there's something wrong), it puts him back in a place he almost thought he'd forgotten.

Of course, a huge part of the problem is that he doesn't have a cigarette to help suppress the smells either. Putting a nose like his in a place like this is akin to throwing someone with sensitive eyes into a room filled with strobe lights, and while walking this place isn't exactly torturous, it's definitely making him feel more on edge than he should be.

Bigby can smell mold and mildew, can practically taste the water droplets clinging to the fuzzy growth in the back of his mouth, and it's beyond nauseating. He can smell the faint singe of smoke coming from somewhere down one of the branching paths leading further into the caverns, away from the one he's currently on. And, of course, he can smell people, and beyond that, something — a whole bunch of somethings — that smells like freshly disturbed soil touched with the faint scent of decay.

So he has a pretty good idea of what's waiting for him when he hears the voice, faint and high, bouncing off the walls of the cavern stretching before him. He takes off down the path and, sure enough, both scents grow stronger: one pungent and thick, the other heady with the familiar stink of fear, one he's so well-acquainted with that they might as well be old friends—

The hell is this?

Of course, it's capable of throwing him for a loop every so often. Like right now.

When he sees the girl hunched forward and the strange little creature dancing around her, the cap of its mushroom head quivering wildly as it releases a cloud of spores, Bigby's first reaction isn't one of self-preservation, but of instinct—]

HEY!

[—as he surges forward to sweep his leg back and plant a running kick straight into the mushroom's head, slamming the monster through the air and into the wall behind it where it lands with a sickening squelch.]

saber | fate/

[sheathes]

a. gardening with a sword

[ Her instincts tip her off that something isn't right here — and, sure enough, she jumps back just in time to avoid several mushrooms busting out of the ground like... well, like overgrown fungi. She frowns at the strange appearance of the creatures, but readies the invisible sword(?) in her hands all the same, preparing herself for battle. ]

These creatures seem rather upset by our presence.

[ Effortlessly, she slices one in half as it leaps at her, seemingly unfazed by the powder released into the air. Anyone with her might want to be a little more cautious if they don't have the same magic resistance. ]

b. "why can't we eat AND dance" - saber, probably

[ The outfit was easy enough to take care of, still dressed in the very same suit she arrived with, though she's forgone any mask. After a few minutes of people-watching, the urge to act gets the better of her, and she approaches someone — male or female, though she's noticeably more familiar with the latter — and extends a gloved hand, nodding towards the dance floor. ]

It has been some time, but I do not think my skills have faded much. Would you care to join me?

[ In complete contrast, she can also be found stuffing her face over at the refreshments table, visibly in complete and utter awe of how good the food tastes. They might be simple snacks, but she's from medieval times; she's literally never had anything like this before. ]

c. [ wildcard option! her info is here, & i'm over on plurk at palkia if you wanna plot a thing. canonpoint is tentatively post fate/zero. ]

b. refreshments. because dancing is for losers.

[pessimistically]

[ "Why did I come?" is a question Fushimi’s asked himself more than once over the course of the evening. Food is the answer he’s settled upon. The rest of the city's options are limited, even for him, and the idea of enjoying something closer to home proved too tempting to ignore.

Unfortunately, by the time he works up the energy to go, there's already someone hogging the refreshment table. ]

Leave some for everyone else.

[ The complaint is muttered, but still very audible. ]

cali. oc.

[caligina]

one | fear.
Another fucking trial?!

( The shriek could be heard by the dead. Or the undead, in this case. The blonde haired woman has the look of someone who'd much rather be using her hands to tear to shreds whatever's in front of her, but instead, those hands are cast in front of her, controlling the monsters in the Colosseum.

Of course, if anyone takes a close enough look at those monsters she's turning into puppets, they'd quickly notice that they're all very, very dead, corpses left by those who fought here before her. )

Why not let me kill something instead, you cowardly fuck? ( The work of controlling them doesn't slow her insults down, although she doesn't seem to be targeting it to anyone in the Colosseum in particular, screaming towards the roof of the cave instead. ) How's this even a trial? Give us the fucking dead and say, here do what you always do.

Mae-Rath fucked your mother, Var Himel! Fucking sadist-

( She might stop if you talk to her. Maybe. )

two | sorrow.
( Cali likes the skull mask that adorns the top part of her face, though her hair's left loose, unstyled, vaguely knotted and matted. It isn't like she's given that many reasons to dress up, to be seen by anyone but the priests and the others like her. She likes the dress, too; it's pretty, like the things people wear to church, made of the rich materials the priests wear for the good services.

It just doesn't quite go with her unkempt appearance, or the lack of shoes. Doesn't work with the way she grabs snacks from the tables without reserve or thought for the other people around her. None of this is familiar, and the music is different from anything they hear in the basements of the church. More joyful, lighter.

Keep her away from the alcohol, for everyone's sake, but right now, Cali taps the nearest person on the shoulder and points to one of the desserts. ) Okay, but where can I get that? Is it in a shop, because it's the shit.

Two

[deadsinger]

[Alexio had two contradictory impulses upon finding the party. First was to arrive wearing his armor and no adornment beyond the skin belt at his waist - let the world part around him, like the Dead River to a particularly stubborn stone - and simply see what was provoked by his disrespect. These gods were not his, and Cyrana herself - glory to the Laughing Goddess, may she reign eternal - was no great lover of tradition. The Laughing Goddess praised the survivors, the quick and the clever and occasionally the cruel, for their survival.

But she also loved a game, and Alexio can see one unfolding before him.

An interesting one, at that.

So he's fallen to his second impulse, which is to play the part, and has dressed himself accordingly. The clothes are rich and very red, a long tunic with embroidery around the collar and sleeves, and earrings shining to compliment his many rings. He's tracked down loose trousers and a fine pair of boots, shining and carefully tooled. Even his hair has been slicked back and a jeweled dagger gleams in his belt. One must not be foolish, after all.

The belt, however, he's kept. It's a matter of honor. His enemies died well and it wouldn't do to forget that. So he wears their scalps, tanned and ever so carefully braided, at his waist. Occasionally he pats it, remembering the past.

He turns with a smile.]

I believe you simply take it, sister. Though I do not think it is made with shit. That would be quite rude.

Irisviel von Einzbern | Fate/Zero

[ritualized]

two;

[She is absolutely the brave one. The opportunity to attend an event like this couldn't be squandered, and it was with amazing gusto that she took to the task of finding an appropriate outfit. And accessories. And maybe even something that looks like a corsage. Anyone who promised to attend with her has been equally decked out in matching attire. Shopping was possibly as exciting as the invitation itself, and, while not overdressed, her outfit is definitely one that will stand out in some way.

She's not impolite, and she knows what it's like to be unable to participate in something, to simply be an observer, so there are some wallflowers she leaves completely alone. Anyone who looks more shy than averse, however, is fair game, and at risk of being approached by a silver-haired ball of excited energy.] Would you join me? This will be my first dance of the evening.

three;

[Her experience with cellphones is a mere sliver above "none." An unexpected call is baffling enough; an unexpected call from someone Irisviel doesn't know might as well be an earthquake. Who even has this number? Her expression is suspicious at first, even worried, but as the topic of conversation becomes more and more inane, the more completely lost she becomes.

Irisviel is currently holding the phone a good foot from her face, still barely able to hear the talk on the other end, which must mean the other person is still talking. Desperate, not wanting to hang up if it's important, she excuses herself quietly and makes deliberate, perplexed eye contact with the nearest available physical being.]

I don't know who this is? [There's undoubtedly a question in her voice, as if whoever she's trapped in her gaze will have the answer or will at least, perhaps, have a better understanding of this technology.]

other;

[Obligatory general wildcard. Something with fungi or whatever else your heart desires! I'll match format if you prefer prose, as well.]

no, this is patrick (3)

[sheathes]

I will take it. [ Saber is hardly an expert, either, but thanks to the Grail's knowledge handout she might actually know more than Irisviel — not like that's hard. She reaches for the phone and holds it up to her own face, listening for a minute. ] Yes? ... No, this is not [ insert some other name here ]. Please excuse me.

[ Showing off that B-rank Charisma right there... not. Hopefully it wasn't anything important, because she's already hung up, and she sure as shit doesn't know how to use any kind of redial feature. She frowns as she hands the phone back to Irisviel. ]

We should familiarize ourselves with the technology here, Irisviel. That is the second time such a thing has happened today. [ She got a weird call too and it was not fun. ] Did Kiritsugu not teach you anything of this? [ Mages and technology................. smh. ]

Matt | Death Note

[irrelevantcode]

II -> SHALL WE DANCE?

[It's not hard to slip into somewhere without a second glance when they’ve pretty much asked for all the trouble they can get with these masks. While forcing himself into a suit isn’t Matt’s idea of a good time, the promise of food is enough to lure even someone who has no desire to interact with anyone there, at any point.]

[Right now, there’s a cloth sack he’s been keeping for odds and ends he finds along the way, and as the party bustles around him, Matt is picking through some of the smaller portions, wrapping them in napkins, filling the sack just below the point of bulking between his suit jacket. A piece of bread here, something sweet for later; he’ll be able to stock up for at least three days if he plays this right. Fill himself here to hold him through the next day or so, keep what he needs for after.]

Hey, uh —

[That is the last of those square things; he hasn’t seen them replenish them once yet, and well. He was reaching for it, so.]

You probably don’t wanna eat that.

[Even if the mask effectively conceals his mock-concern. If it were up to him, Matt would be tucked into a corner bouncing a digital ball back and forth until he maxes the score — again — but in lieu of what would have been simple methods of just creating money out of thin air back home, he’s been pushed to scavenge like a lowbie.]

[So he'll scavenge. And he's getting that square.]

MY BODY IS READY

[torrefied]

[Whether he wants to eat what he'd been reaching for, whether he's irritated about someone telling him what not to do - these thoughts leave Mello's mind immediately the second the machinery of his brain pulls together the recognition of Matt's voice with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke (Matt's brand, he recognizes that too, after spending so much time in close quarters with him) to form one solid conclusion. His head turns sharply toward Matt, eyes wide under the mask of lace he's selected to go with the all-black suit for the evening.]

Shit, [he breathes out, heartbeat hammering in his chest. Mello moves quickly, closing the short distance between them, peering intently through the eye holes in the mask for verification.] Matt?

Alistair | Dragon Age

[adorabastard]

one

[ One of the downsides of constantly fighting darkspawn is that, when it comes monsters, Alistair expects for them to look ... well, monstrous. Think spikes, scales, rot, horrible smells; that sort of thing. Even desire demons have horns. The thing that dances around him now is.... ]

You know, they're actually sort of cute. In a very mushroom-y way. Are you sure they're actually dangerous?

[ That question is directed to his companion: YOOOOOUUUUUUUU. ]

two

[ Alistair arrives in a nice suit with no tie. (Who willingly puts a noose around their neck?) Through his dog-like mask, he takes a look around ... and promptly decides that this was a terrible mistake. ]

Right. Well. No Orlesian parties for me, thanks. I'll just. See myself out.

[ Time to flee! ]

three

[ In a voice far louder than necessary: ]

THE INSTANT NOODLES MELTED.

two.

[whip_poor_will]

[As Alistair turns to abscond the scene, a woman -- sporting sunglasses and a dressy outfit of red and black herself -- appears in his way. Looming well over half a foot over him, she peers down with a grin.]

Leaving so soon? You've only just arrived.

[Has she been watching him? It may have felt that he had been watched.]

Daisy Wick | Bones

[determinatae]

Scenario One
[Daisy was still trying to figure out what was going on. She was slightly hungover but that didn't explain the new surroundings or the brightly colored mound of something in front of her.

She narrows her eyes before turning around to look for more of an explanation.]

Hello? Is this- What is this?

Scenario Two
[Daisy had learned more, to be sure, but the party seemed innocent enough. She had found a simple red dress and foregone the mask. She stands on the edge of the party, attempting to study the room. She could pretty easily be surprised.]

Two!

[lifetothefullest]

Hey, Daisy. Wine?

[He offers her a glass, holding one of his own as well as a plate of snacks all balanced carefully in his arms. At least his hand has healed enough that he's not concerned about dropping anything.]

subject delta - bioshock

[drilldaddy]

| one |

[ Mushrooms. ]
[ Just-- cute little mushroom things. Were they honestly trying to pick a fight with him? Apparently, judging by the vigor with which they threw themselves at his shins. They certainly wouldn't get anywhere, but it was an admirable attempt regardless. Really, Delta could simply crush them-- but the thought was enough to make him feel bad. He wouldn't call this tiny thing a threat, and it was absolutely not enough to warrant a violent response. The pair had caught him by surprise, yes, and it was kind of a wonder that he hadn't immediately punted the closest one on reflex; these particular mushrooms were far luckier than it knew, even if the most bold of the pair was currently wasting that mercy on trying to headbutt its way through his suit. ]
[ This was far better than a splicer, if he was honest! Far less hooks and screaming to be sure, and Delta wasn't going to complain about having an easier time. But if this mushroom wanted to fight him so badly, so be it. He bent down, trying to grab his pint-sized assailant before it could continue the onslaught-- when it easily darts out of reach, a low rumble escapes him, not quite a threatening growl yet. Rather than scamper away while it had the chance, the mushroom goes right back to its previous efforts, The light from within his helmet remains a neutral yellow, but the novelty's worn off rather quickly. He's getting a little frustrated, and after his second and third swipes miss their mark again and again, the rumbling returns, louder this time. ]

[ Delta pauses to take a deep breath, straightening up before the mushroom can get the idea to go for his 'face'. He shakes them off of his legs as best as he can, stepping back to give them space; they'd only started attacking him after he'd gotten close to...whatever it was. All he'd done was walk-- which was just about illegal to these things, if he had to guess. He'd really rather not pick a fight, but if the mushrooms weren't going to give him any other option, they weren't going to last much longer. ]

| two |

[ Delta was far from the dancing type, to be perfectly blunt-- this event really couldn't be further from his area of expertise, and he figured he looked just as out of place as he felt. At least he'd tried fitting in to the theme, even if he wasn't sure if it was appreciated; duct taping a plain half-mask over the front of his helmet had to count for putting some effort in. The pink bowtie he'd purchased was similarly secured in more or less the proper place, although a little more crudely than the mask. Dressing up wasn't exactly easy, given his suit, but he'd tried! He'd give himself credit. The invitation had said formal wear, but had left out specifics-- this was the nicest he'd dressed in well over a decade, so it had to count. ]
[ Dancing, however, was out of the question. If he stepped on anyone's toes, precisely how he was liable to--? Well, it wasn't going to end without some frantic first aid and possible surgery. He wasn't too bothered about it, really, content to stand out of the way of things and simply watch instead. At best, Delta would drum his fingers on the side of his thigh in time to the beat, maybe tap his foot; aside from that, he remained in the same spot, staying on the sidelines with his back to the wall. The refreshments were tempting, and he couldn't help but eye the spread from across the room as he idly worked out a plan to pick something up. Perhaps a piece of cake? ]

[ As he shifts in place to get a little more comfortable, it's entirely likely that he might jab somebody with an elbow in the process. He'll do his best to avoid any unnecessary attention, sure, but-- accidents do happen. Hopefully nobody spills their punch. ]

| three |

[ There's a man in a large diving suit perched atop a chunk of rubble, elbows propped on his knees as he listened to the phone in his lap. Whoever was on the other end of the line had absolutely called the wrong number. Were they ever going to realize their mistake? They'd been rambling for roughly five minutes straight, perfectly content to divulge far more information than Delta cared to know about what was going on in their life-- and unfortunately for him, outright interjecting was far from easy, unless he just wanted to deafen his impromptu caller. (That would be rude, but-- it was a little tempting.) All he'd wanted was to sit for a minute and relax; instead, he's got somebody who has no idea who they're talking to carrying on a conversation entirely on their own. ]
[ He stares down at the device, clearly exasperated despite the utter lack of visible expression. Even though the call isn't on speakerphone, it's still quite audible-- the chatter hasn't stopped, and it doesn't sound as if it will any time soon. Delta admits that he's stopped listening for the most part, for their sake; he's given up on trying a few small noises to get their attention, with his first attempts only being considered responses. If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't sure he could get a replacement, Delta very well might have tossed his phone; he'd just gotten that Pong app, though. ]

[ Slowly, he presses his palm to the window of his helmet, giving a disgruntled sigh. He visibly perks up when the voice stops for a moment, hopeful-- and when it picks right back up where it left off, his shoulders droop immediately. Dammit. ]

two

[wendigoner]

[ Hannah Washington is not used to things - people? - like Delta. She knows Glacius, and he's... an ice alien. So, close enough. ]

Oops - [ The big scuba guy bumps her, and it's enough to send her staggering sideways a bit. She's a fraction of his size, after all, and she'd been lost in thought, as she is most of the time these days. ]

Sorry! [ Hannah says quickly, instinctively a tiny bit afraid of this guy, this stranger who looks like a Scooby Doo villain. ] Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going...

RED Engineer | Team Fortress 2

[funslinger]

One

[Lacking the metal to build any of his handy machines have left Engie with little choice but to go gunslinging...literally. The robotic hand installed on his arm does decent enough damage that a couple of punches does enough to knock a Mushbloom out, and if it's one on one? Then it's time to give the Gunslinger a proper whirl; one revved up engine, a rapidly spinning metal prosthetic and a shrieking Mushboom later, and Engie's got quite a vicious smirk on his face as he looks down on the chunks of shredded Mushbloom scattered at his feet. He gives one lump an idle kick and watches it go splat a few feet away with a satisfied smile, drawling:]

Dominated, spores.

[To say that he's not anxious about the turn of events would be inaccurate but hey, waking up to find yourself in a city underground with no way to go back home? It almost sounds like just another whacked up Halloween/Smissmas. To put it less politely, it's just more of the same insane shit he's had to deal with since he signed up with Reliable Excavation Demolition, and Engie's pretty certain that come hell or high water? He'll figure out a solution one way or another. Just a matter of time and speaking to the right people.]

[drilldaddy]

[ The noise of the engine had drawn him closer, wading through a wave of mushbooms as he approaches from behind. This individual is far more inclined to taking care of the matter in a very...hands-on way, as Delta is quick to note-- but he's handling things quite well on his own. He can't fault the guy for defending himself, either; there's plenty of the mushroom things around, and they're clearly causing a problem here. ]
[ Delta gives his drill a spin, more to give Engie a more noticeable warning before he passes him. He moves rather quickly, scooping up the nearest mushroom and throwing it like a football-- it's...pretty gone, dude. Wherever it lands, it's not anywhere near where they were standing, and that's what he was going for. While Delta's relatively sure that the mercenary doesn't need too much help, given how he took out that last mushboom, he's here anyway-- at the very least, he can help the RED clear this mess out a little quicker. ]

[ He turns and flashes Engie a thumbs-up, staying back until another of the monsters approaches. He's on the defensive for now, but that's entirely liable to change depending on what their adversaries do next. ]

magnus burnside | the adventure zone

[armcollector]

one

[Okay, there's a problem.

It's not that Magnus just woke up in a clone made of his real body, after losing his temporary mannequin body, after losing the original body his Mama gave him. No, this string of body-hopping is not quite the problem. It's also not so much a problem that he doesn't know where he is. Rather, it's not the most pressing problem; he'll attend to that later. It's partially the problem that he is surrounded by mushroom monsters that seem to emit some kind of spores, which he's just going to assume are poison because that's how mushroom monsters work, and he is completely unarmed. Not even a Phantom Fist to his name.

Because the main problem -- the situational nug, if you will -- is that he is wholly, entirely, totally, completely, all-encompassingly naked as the day he was born.

Technically, he was just born, if you really think about it. The body he's in was just born a few seconds ago, having gestated in a vat of strange liquid goo in the back of the Fantasy Costco for what must have been several months. But the Magnus that lives in this body? He definitely knows enough about the world to immediately cover his bits. Holy Pan, this would be less of a problem in the backroom of the Fantasy Costco, but right now he's clearly outside in some kind of battleground full of monsters and his entire dick is out.

If the Door had opened just a few seconds later. If he had the time to fight through the invisible monsters he was surrounded by just moments ago, make his way to the summoning crystal Taako left him, summoned the Flaming Raging Poisoning Sword of Doom into his hands, fought off said monsters, and finally had time to put some fucking pants on, he would have. He deffo would have, I promise, because he does not want to be in this embarrassing situation any more than anyone else wants him to be. Magnus does not walk around outside, fully nude on a normal day.

But this is shaping up to be the opposite of a normal day.]

Wow. Just, wow. I really wish Barry had not destroyed my Stone of Farspeech right now. Really glad he's alive, really, can't stress this enough, I really missed that dude, but, wow.

[And now he's talking to himself, because how the hell else is he supposed to keep himself sane in this situation?

Especially this very specific situation, because right now, one of said mushroom monsters has started to take an interest in him.]

Do I punch the mushroom, or do I cover my bits. Punch the shroom... Cover hog...

Wait, what am I saying? I've got legs.

[Everyone is now treated to the amazing image of Magnus censoring his own junk with both hands while he kicks carefully at a giant, sentient mushroom. It just kind of falls over.]

two

[Magnus is one of the first out on the dancefloor. No, this does not mean he knows how to dance, but what good is wearing a camo-print tux if you're not gonna flaunt how your butt looks shaking in it?

He is making a complete idiot of himself, basically doing some awful version of the Cupid Shuffle to a song that is definitely not the Cupid Shuffle. Also, did I mention that his tux is camo-print, with a mask in the shape of a bear's face over his head? Awful, just awful.

Dance with him?]

wildcard

[You choose the scenario!]

two lmao

[pocketspa]

[Of course. Of Course Magnus is doing this, in public, in a space Taako has to witness. Why wouldn't he be, he's Magnus, and... okay, it's endearing, it's incredibly endearing, but Taako isn't gonna say that out loud. He's found himself a lovely glittering silver dress and matching shoes, but he's not letting go of the mongoose mask, so... nobody's perfect.]

You enjoyin' yourself there homie?

taako taaco | the adventure zone

[pocketspa]

one

[Alright, all things considered, this isn't the weirdest place he's ever woken up.

Taako is no stranger to waking up on the floor of a cave, and much less so to waking up mid-combat, even if neither of those things make any sense for the situation he was in before blacking out. Still, to those who might be viewing him, he looks rather blase when confronted by this mushroom, leaning on a rather intricate umbrella and gesturing to no one in particular.]

Mushrooms? Jeez. What a trap this is.

[The mushroom squibbles at him further, attempting a charge, and he rolls his eyes, lifts the handle of the umbrella, and it opens, shooting out three darts of light from the tip that auto-seek onto the mushroom person, striking it down easily. Once it falls, he pokes at it cautiously with his foot until it's pretty apparent that it's dead, at which point he folds his arms in obvious dismay.]

Seriously, what is this? Some level one pity party? I get more danger than that from sleeping in the same square mile as Magnus.

two

[Now this. This is the kind of event he can get behind.

Taako arrives purposefully 15 minutes late- late enough to make a proper entrance, for people to ask where he is, but not enough to have missed anything important. He's decked in a glittering silver, floor-length dress, with matching shoes, long hair done up in a bun and impeccable makeup to round it out. He's even done his nails. If anyone else here thinks they're the belle of the ball, they're mistaken, because it's Taako Time Tonight, and he is comin' to collect.

That being said, if you are an attractive dude, he'll be sliding into your field of vision effortlessly and placing a hand on your arm, getting up nice and close.]

Hey, handsome. You busy? I bet not. C'mon, let's take a spin.

one kjdfn

[armcollector]

Huh? Did someone say my name?

[Magnus wildly spins on his heel toward the direction he heard that ultra-familiar, wholly-unique tenor.

Also, he's fully nude, so there's that. I promise his junk is covered a la Raiden in the latter half of Metal Gear Solid 2. Except Magnus doesn't really do battle cartwheels. He leaves the flipping around to Taako, whenever the flip wizard in question can get off his lazy ass for once and make an acrobatics check.]

I promise, my doctor tells me that moving slightly in my sleep is completely normal, and under no circumstances is it to be called "sleep-thrashing". Because that would fall under the sleepwalking category, probably.

[Aaaand there's Taako. It wouldn't be the first time his fellow adventurers saw his entire hog, and it might not even be the last. Magnus rushes to his friend's side.

Taako may be fully capable of taking on these mushroom guys alone, and Magnus may be more than completely unarmed,
but he still feels the need to be there for his buddy when there's monsters about.]

Taako! I'm so glad to see you, you have no idea! Do you have an extra pair of Fantasy Me Undies!?

Luke Skywalker| Star Wars Legends

[farmboyjedi]

1. [Luke isn't sure at all how he got here or what planet it is. He can tell he's inside a building of some sort, although he can't see outside from this vantage point, there aren't any nearby windows. It's just a long hallway of some sort. He pulls out and ignites his saber, his guard up, not knowing what he might run into next.

The mushroom creatures startle him, but perhaps not as much as they would some others. He's seen a wide array of life forms around the galaxy, and, though he doesn't recognize these immediately, they don't make him panic or anything.

They're dancing now, and Luke tries to out-maneuver them.]

Whoa....it's all right, calm down. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me.

[One lashes out at him, and his instinct is to react with his saber, slicing through the creature to protect himself from the attack. But the sleep powder catches him off-guard.]

Whoa....what was that?

[He's stumbling, blinking, trying to keep his wits about him, but it's not happening. He's confused and groggy, knowing he's going to collapse into sleep in a moment...]


3. [Luke really isn't sure who is on the other end of this call. They're talking like they know him well, but he definitely doesn't know the voice. He wonders if it would be easier if he could see them, like a call back home with its hologram image of the other person. ]

I'm...I'm sorry, I think you've got me confused with someone else. I don't think I know you...

[Then he hears them say something about him being their boyfriend. That's even worse.]

Now I know you've got the wrong person...you can't be my girlfriend because I'm married.

3. [Wildcard] If you have a scenario idea, please go ahead with it.

Hotaru Kotobuki | ShootAround (webcomic)

[goldpoints]

[She's not as new to hostile creatures popping up and following her as she'd like to be, but Hotaru still has to admit she never could have seen this one coming. Not in a million years.]

What the heck kind of drugs do they have there?! And my arm still hurts -- [She doesn't have time to consider whether she was given the wrong medication on purpose as part of some weird scheme. Instead, she reaches with her good arm for her axe and awkwardly readies it towards the mushroom monster. This is really something out of Lyanna's games or books or something...] O-kay, here goes!

[Swinging an axe when your other arm is broken and causing a balance issue is Hard. So is dodging an unexpected puff of sleep powder.]

Augh -- not a zombie thing. You better be edible, shroom! And...non-hallucinogenic?

[Alternatively, a wildcard option! Hit me up w/ whatever, m'dudes.]

[farsighting]

( Entering through the door means two things to Elise. One: wherever she is now, it certainly isn't home. It's wildly unlikely that Ana Sofia had some arena hiding in the forest behind her house and she got dumped there as some sort of pre-emptive attempt on her life; she'd have woken up for that.

Two: her brother, Hotaru -- hell, no one is around. The ordering of that list is significant to the severity of her emotions at the idea that they aren't present. If they aren't here, that means she isn't with them. In kind, she isn't able to protect them.

She'd already had to deal with two of these "cute" bastards. The first was the most difficult since she didn't have any weaponry and just had to rely on trying to somehow kill it with her limbs somehow. By the second she'd learned to try and cover most of her face with the mouth of her long tanktop, and her own trick to mushroom murder was to treat them like the real thing: rip the cap off. It's a little awkward and not the most efficient method, but feasible.

The trick to maneuvering around them is to lay low, but it appears that other people haven't gotten that far. For instance, she spies this one person trying to bludgeon one with an ax while wobbling unsteadily. Whatever, her newfound skills aren't going to be used for life-saving handouts. Except upon further inspection...this damsel in distress is familiar to her. Despite the changes to her appearance, Elise actually recognizes Hotaru almost immediately as soon as her eyes lock onto her.

That's all it takes for her to make a running leap onto the creature, seemingly coming out of nowhere, and to wrap her legs around the bulk of the body while furiously wrangling it; she squeezes the head between her arms and grabs into the cap. It takes a few minutes to do what her crossbow and arrows could do almost instantly, but eventually, the dog-sized creature is dead amid a flurry of spores, sans the top of its head.

Elise gets up, slightly out of breath, dusting off her top before pulling down her makeshift dust mask. There's probably a lot she could say to Hotaru, but her eyes bore into the most concerning part of this picture. )

What happened to your arm?

Legolas Thranduilion | Lord of the Rings (bookverse so he's a shit)

[verdantprince]

[one]

[He's not... afraid, exactly. On edge is more appropriate, for someone who spent his life in Mirkwood under the shadow of the Necromancer. At first he slips his bow from his shoulder but the move so unpredictably that he hates to risk wasting his arrows. Even if he can recover them after, there's always the risk of the shafts snapping on impact with the ground or a stone. And these... creatures don't seem to speak as plants and stones of Arda do. Or maybe they're ignoring him.

Eventually, he slips his bow back to his shoulder and draws a sword and a sleek white knife.]

Come! You wish a fight, you shall face the Elvenking's guard!

[two]

[Woodelves. And parties. Oh Eru, what has been done. A gleeful young elf is happily throwing himself into dances and drinking more alcohol than anyone should safely be able to drink. And surprisingly still completely sober. He doesn't even stumble or slur.

Are you one of his mostly unsuspecting dance partners? Or are you going to comment on his lack of intoxication? Or something else?]

Two

[fracturedbeauty]

[Yukari's eyes go wide and he almost (almost) yelps as he gets pulled into the dance. Just where did this guy come from? He hadn't even seen him. Yukari glances around the room, wondering where Curufin is in this moment of upheaval. And while Yukari is getting pulled into a few dance moves, he's contemplating just how bad of a fit he should throw, since his lover is nowhere in sight.

He is rather surprised, however, when he looks up at his abductor and sees that it is another Elf. He runs over the statistics in his mind. By being with Curufin, he knew of Celebrimbor, and that there was an uncle here whose name he either did not recall or never came up.

Well, Elves are centuries, even millennia, old. Perhaps this is said uncle. With a reluctant sigh, Yukari finally steps into proper stride with the dance moves, following Legolas' lead. He certainly hopes this guy is harmless as far as the law of attraction goes. Just because Yukari is pretty doesn't mean he wants people flirting with him.

With each step, Yukari throws in flair. If he's going to dance, he might as well do it properly. And when he speaks, he does so flawlessly.]

Elf-chan, do you have family here, or are you a new Elf?