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Wolfs Heart rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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 Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 1:04 pm
Gimme da' candy!
[Omg, Naf has like the best rolls ever. Good luck everyone!]
Porter looked back reluctantly at his mother. The toddler had already lost count (which he couldn't keep in the first place) of how many pae he had left, but Diona had told him this was his last. Even though he couldn't count he was quite certain that the last pae did not give him a candy per finger. Porter developed a plan he believed to be very clever and then walked up to his final pae. "Tickortees!" he said before beginning what he believed to be a very persuasive argument. "Dis is last tickortees, so I last boy, so give all candy? I don't have to share, der no more." He stared up at the pae, his big eyes fluttering their eyelashes in his final attempt to con all the candy out of the pae.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:09 pm
Love Booze is in the air! <3
Pae #1 (Player): Trager (Wolfs Heart)
Pae #2 (Player): Anatolio (Menelie)
Any Additives? If so, which and from whose inventory?: N/A
RP Response:
Trager arrived at the party donning a golden colored tiara with a shimmery piece of fabric draped across her shoulder. This was her attempt at being a princess. She began people watching instantly, looking for someone to flirt with. It wasn't as if she was a flirt or anything, she was just tired of being alone. Looking was the best place to start, and parties were the best place to look. The candy bar was busy, but mostly with young children. There were people at the punch bowl though. That seemed the most promising, so she went off towards the punch bowl, smiling brightly as she went.
Anatolio is already at the punch bowl, serving himself a generous glass of the swirling liquid. He's dressed as a cowboy, with a ten-gallon hat, a button-up shirt, chaps (which were rather a pain in the tail to get on these awkward land-arms), and a rope hanging at his side. A touch of pink catches his eye and he smiles at the lovely young woman who'd approached the table. "Can I pour you a drink?" he asks with his best rogueish smile.
Trager smiled back at the other pae, "certainly cowboy". Trager accepted a drink from him and started sipping at it. She tried to continue a conversation with the charming cowboy, "what brings you to this part of town?" trying to sound more like his costume then her own princess costume. The punch tasted really good though, and she had already emptied the cup that the new pae had gotten her.
Toli pours her another cup, and one for himself. "My pleasure, little lady," he says, tipping his hat slightly. Sadron had given him the idea for this costume, saying that it would get him "mad chicks" but he really had no idea how to utilize the personality that came with it. "Shall we retire to a more...private corner of the room?" he asks with that smile again. Talking isn't his skill--he's better at smiling and being pretty.
Trager thanked him for the new cup of punch. It was pretty charming when he tipped his hat, she couldn't help but giggle and blush. She was fairly surprised when he was aready asking her to a private corner, but she went along with it anyways. She was feeling... risky. But he hadn't even answered her question! Well she'd have to get at least one answer out of him before she followed him. "What's your name, cowboy?"
"Anatolio," says Toli, taking off his hat and placing it over his heart with sincerity. "But you, my lovely lady, can call me Toli." He winks and puts his hat back on. "And might I have the pleasure of knowing my lady's name?" he inquires.
Oi, he went from cowboy to prince charming in 2.5 seconds! Perfect."Well Toli, my name is Trager" she grinned, completely flattered by the other pae. "So where were you wanting to go?" she felt satisfied enough with what she had seen so far... the whole single question he answered for her. Names were all that mattered, right? It was a start.
"A lovely name for a lovely lady," says Toli. He glances around the room and looks for a quiet corner they might retire to. Finding one, he guides Trager to it with his hand warm on the small of her back. "Just over here, where it's a bit quieter," he says. He takes his first sip of punch. It's warm as it goes down his throat--a strange sensation to be sure. "Now," he says, leaning on the wall. "Isn't that better?"
Trager blushes, hardly visible on her pink skin. "Thank you" is all she can say in response. His hand felt good, but she hardly noticed the warmth of his hand with how hot it suddenly seemed. She took a few more sips of the cold punch, hoping it would cool her down, but it didn't seem to help at all. "You're right, this is better" Trager agreed with him. She knew she should try to start a conversation with him, get to know him, more then his name. But the way his slender body,especially his swimmer's torso, was leaning against the wall... her mind felt empty, yet swirly inside. Trager looked away when she finally realized she was staring. "I haven't really seen you around before." she finally decided to say.
Toli blushes a tiny bit, his charming facade broken for only a moment. Recovering himself, he responds, "I reside in the deepest, darkest parts of the sea, my dear Trager." He takes another sip of punch. This is amazing...his confidence level is through the surface! "It isn't often I venture out onto the land...though for you, I might be willing to do it more often." He flashes a smile. "Though if you like, I could also show you my home. I have a...unique talent that allows me to bestow the gift of waterbreathing upon a land-dweller, if I choose." He waggles his eyebrows a bit. Perhaps he'd show her later how it's done, even if no bodies of water presented themselves.
Trager giggled. Wow, she sure was giggling a lot tonight. "You shouldn't hide this package in the sea" she gestured at all of him loosely with her hand. "You have a home up here?... Oh..." Trager pondered it for a moment, it was well known that she was afraid of the water, but she was feeling oddly bold and adventurous on this particular night. She smiled, "You should bestow your gifts upon me. Trager giggled at the funny look on Toli's face when he waggled his eyebrows. "Oh Toli."
"If that is what you wish," says Toli. With a smooth smile, he leans in and gives Trager a gentle kiss. Huh. This is his first kiss. He'd always wondered what girls tasted like. She tastes like the punch they're drinking, and softness, and there's something decidedly sweet about her, more than just the punch. Perhaps it's that she's so very much not from the sea. He smiles a bit goofily as he pulls away. "It works for longer the longer I hold it," he says with a bit of a chuckle. "But you should have about a half-hour from that....too bad we aren't underwater." He can only imagine what she'd look like underwater, with the light refracted all around her, her lovely hair swirling in the water. It's a pity she wouldn't get a tail...hers would be magnificent, he's sure of it.
She... uh... uh... woah! Like salty punch. As much as she had a distaste for the salty air of the beach... this sweet and salty combination worked for her. They had moved fast, yet somehow... it felt slow and she hadn't even bushed, just grinned proudly. Trager had not expected that to be the way his gift worked... that had been convenient. "Can I hold my breath now?" she asked him, unsure of how it worked, especially with no water to test it on. Trager inhaled a deep breath, her cheeks inflated with air, turning red as she tried to hold her breath. Perhaps it didn't work that way...
Toli can't help but laugh. "No, my dear," he says, touching her cheek a bit. "You have to be underwater for it to work." He finishes his punch and shrugs a bit. "The beach isn't too far....we could go, if you want." He tries for his best convincing smile. "I'm sure you'll look even lovelier underwater." He winks.
Trager opened her mouth and inhaled deeply before beginning to breathe normaly again. She responded, "I..." that surge of daring rushed through Trager. She blushed at the complement, "You can show me your tail, and your underwater abode." She neglected to remember the fact that she didn't know how to swim, it didn't matter to her since Trager knew she could breathe underwater, at least for now.
Toli gets a big smile. That meant he got to kiss her again! He takes her hand and leads her away from the party, and they walk together toward the beach. "We should leave our costumes on the shore," he says. "I dunno how this hat'll hold up underwater." He begins to take off his costume, folding the garments and setting them on the sparse grass, setting his hat on top. "C'mon!" he exclaims, walking toward the water. It's just as well--he could feel his skin beginning to dry out. He longed for the water again. He's found that if he walks into the surf, his legs would turn into his tail before he got very far, and he'd fall over awkwardly. So he decides, to impress his lady fair, to just dive into the water. He does so, creating a big splash, and surfaces a second later. Ahh~! He grins at her. "It's a bit cold, but you get used to it quick."
When they were at the beach Trager removed her tiara, and then let the shimmering shawl drop off her shoulders. She stood at the sand watching the male dive into the water, she grinned and waited for him to surface. Trager walked the rest of the way to the water. No fear... until she dipped her foot into the water and froze. Cold was an understatement. Trager muffled a scream with her hand that now covered her mouth. Her desire to close the distance between her and the charming Toli was greater then the distaste for the cold. Her usual fear of water was nonexistent at the moment. Trager jumped into the water, a jump that started with a trip, followed by flying through the air, flopping into the water, and sinking like a rock. "Oh hai" bubbled out of her mouth.
Toli giggles at Trager's clumsiness in the water, and swims over to her. "Hi," he says. He folds her in his arms, his body warm against the cool water, and gives her another soft kiss. After he breaks the kiss, he doesn't move his arms from around her waist. He gets sort of a goofy boyish smile. "Hi," he says again with a little giggle. Touching his nose to hers, he adds, "You're very pretty....Especially underwater." His brain feels somewhat fuzzy, and all he can think about is how much closer he wants to be to her, like he wants to be able to be inside the same skin as her. He can't help himself. He kisses her again.
Trager warmed right up when Toli got close to her, but it didn't compare to the heat that flushed through her when he held her. Her body relaxed in the water, and she had ceased to stop flopping like a fish out of water. Not that she had magically learned to swim either, she just floated in a dream-like state. Trager melted into both of his kisses. It was uh... just for the sake of being able to breathe underwater. "Wow, I should be able to hold my breath as long as you now" she grinned when the kiss broke. "Now... show me your place?"
Toli looks around to get his bearings. "My home is somewhat far from here," he says with an apologetic shrug. "I'd be happy to show you another time," he offers. "For now...I'd rather spend time just with you." He touches his nose to hers again.
Trager grins, as if the grin ever left her face in the first place. "Alright, its a date" She curled up into his chest and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She was enjoying the peaceful float, but if they weren't going underwater... then all that kissing... oh.... Trager leaned in to kiss him again.
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DaemonGabrielle rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:09 pm
Pelagios took off his shoes and leaned back against the wall with a sigh. This night had gotton worse and worse and worse. He started off looking like a little blue bombshell and was ending the night looking like bedraggled zombie who got in a bar fight. Heck, even his fruit chi-chis has run off and left him. Sad part was that he didn't even know which part was worse. The drunk pae all running off to "talk", the old fart who kept touching/pinching/grabbing said lady parts, or momma ninja who seemed determined that he left this party in a body bag.
Giving another sigh, he grabbed his shoes and limped toward the door.
He was sooooooo going home.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 9:01 pm
Love Booze is in the air! <3
Pae #1 (Player): Eudora (Teigra)
Pae #2 (Player): Paloma (Menelie)
Any Additives? If so, which and from whose inventory?: n/a
RP Response:
Paloma had already had a couple cups of punch, and she's feeling AWESOME. Clearly now she should be the center of attention. Giggling madly, she gets up on a chair and begins to dance. She whoops and squeals with laughter, though she's careful not to spill the punch on her costume. She's dressed as a belly dancer, with a gauzy pair of pants and a spangled bustier. Her wrists and ankles all have little tinkling bells on them, so she jingles wherever she walks. Soon, however, Paloma gets bored of dancing and, satisfied with the attention she'd drawn to herself, scans the crowd for an interesting playmate. "You!" she exclaims, pointing to a pretty smoky-colored Fae. She jumps off the chair and walks over to her. "You're pretty! I'm Paloma."
Eudora was in a pleasant mood. There was a party going on, she'd successfully managed, not only to get her father to come with her, but had left him talking to someone at the drink table! There was hope for him yet! Well, at least he was being semi-social tonight.
Once her father was engaged in conversation, the dark Fae had grabbed herself a cup of punch and taken her leave, setting out to explore the rest of the party. She hadn't expected the loud Fae that appeared in front of her, nor her compliment. With a smile, Eudora responded, "Oh my, thank you! You're quite pretty as well! I'm Eudora," she offered her hand in greeting, as she'd been taught was polite.
Paloma takes the offered hand and bows elaborately over it to kiss the back of it. "I'm enchanted to meet you," she gushes, perhaps a bit drunkenly. "Have you had any punch?" she asks. "It's fabulous. Here, I'll get you a cup!" She disappears momentarily and brings back two cups. "Brought one for me too," she says with a giggle, wrinkling her nose cutely. "So Eudora, how'd you get so pretty? Did you fall out of a pretty tree? I bet that was it..."
Even Eudora had to blink at the barrage of questions. What this what she sounded like to others? Oh my...
She took a step back, relaxing a bit when the other Fae disappeared shortly. She took the time to compose herself and she was a bit more ready for the next onslaught. She took the cup with a smile, offering a simple "Thank you." Then, she tilted her head at the following question. "A...pretty tree? I've seen a lot of pretty trees before, but I'm not sure what falling out of one would have to do with anything. Wouldn't falling out of a tree make one all disheveled and dirty?" She frowned, looking down at herself, suddenly concerned about her appearance. While she'd been more concerned at getting her father out here tonight, she didn't have much time to plan on her own costume. She ended up recycling an old idea and had looped one of their sheets from home around herself in a toga-type dress...but she thought she'd done well and that others wouldn't be able to tell how she'd had to rush...
Paloma laughs, drinking deeply from her cup. This punch is amazing! "You're funny and pretty!" she exclaims delightedly. Paloma had picked a good new play-friend indeed. "But yeah, you fell outta the pretty tree, because you're too pretty to stay in the pretty tree, so you fell out of it." She nods sagely. "I like your costume," she adds a moment later. "Didja make it? I like it." She bets it'd look better in a pile on the floor...
Eudora wasn't sure whether to be amused or alarmed by the strange Fae's behavior. Maybe there was something wrong with her? Was she sick? The poor thing. Someone really should have taken her home and put her to bed by now. Maybe she could keep her reasonably calm by talking with her for a while.
"Why, err...thank you," she nodded, taking a sip from her cup. "Yes, I did make it. I thought a party called for something both fun and comfortable," she answered sensibly. It seemed like a good idea anyway, considering the last time she went to a dress-up party, it had ended with forays into the woods for ingredients and showdowns with spirit-possessed Pae...
She cleared her throat, taking another drink. Odd punch, this. "And you? That's a lovely costume as well."
"Did I make it?" asks Paloma, looking down at herself. "Nuh-uh," she answers, shaking her head. "Iordanes found it. Dunno where, said it'd look nice on me. He seemed to think I shouldn't come to this party though....can't imagine why...it's been so much FUN!"
Eudora shrugged, sipping her drink as the other Fae talked. At least she seemed to be relaxing a bit, now that the other was calming down. Or seemed to be. She had no idea who this 'Iordanes' was, but that wasn't really important, she decided. Though...where the outfit had come from? That was going to drive her mad.
"Well, parties aren't always safe places to be, I guess," she chuckled. "Despite what you'd think. Still, I think this one is okay."
Paloma nods her agreement, and then suddenly the world around her spins a bit. "Woah....I think I should sit down..." She takes Eudora's hand and pulls her over to a pair of chairs. Paloma plunks down in one of them, running her hands through her hair to try and steady her vision. After a while she sort of forgets why she was doing it, though, and is just running her hands through her hair. She fixates her gaze on Eudora, and realizes that she has such pretty hair too. "Can I play with your hair?" she asks. "You can do mine later too, if you want," she offers.
Eudora didn't have time to question where the chairs might have come from. Those little Avalon fairies were strong! Well, there were tables, so they had to have brought them out here too, right? Preoccupied by her train of thought, she drained her cup as she sat in the magical chairs. She relaxed, leaning back and stretching, then forward again. Alright, forget the crazy lady, she was going to enjoy this party, no matter what!
"Wait...my hair?" She frowned, reaching up reflexively to stroke her locks. "I don't know...why? I mean, it's just hair. Hair's not special. You got hair too," she rambled, slightly more than usual. "It's just like....um....hair and stuff."
Paloma stares at Eudora, wide-eyed. Clearly this is a woman who's never had her hair played with before. "Oh my gosh," she gushes, getting up a bit wobbily and standing near Eudora. "You've never had your hair played with? Here, I'll show you. It's divine." Paloma stands next to Eudora and lets the dark fae's long tresses cascade through her fingers. She starts gently, and works her way up to her scalp. She uses her fingernails to gently massage Eudora's head, occasionally combing her fingers back through her long hair. She feels slightly calmed by this, smiling to herself. She's always liked the way girls smell, noting the pleasant scent that wafts from Eudora's hair.
"No, no, it's not that...well, it is, but why would one play with hair? It's not a toy, it's hair? Daddy always did my hair when I was little, but wouldn't call that playing with it," she rambled, barely noticing when the other Fae started taking down her hair and playing with it. She had to admit, that felt kinda' nice...besides a couple of tangles when she'd first taken it down...but wasn't this weird? She'd never heard of it before anyway.
It wasn't helping, but now she was starting to feel sleepy. First relaxed, then sleepy. Why? She let her eyelids droop, peering through half-open eyes at the rest of the party. "'S nice," she had to admit in a slightly slurred voice.
"Of course it's nice," says Paloma, equally calm now. Her previous craziness had worn off a bit, it seems. She keeps playing with Eudora's hair and eventually puts it into a nice thick braid. "There," she says, satisfied. She moves back around front to face her, and kneels in front of her. She's about to express that it's her turn now to have her hair played with, but something moves her, and she leans up and gives Eudora a soft, tender kiss. She giggles softly and cups her cheek, kissing her again...
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