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To successfully complete the Spinel Lady's favor, you must roll three six-sided die. These will select your solo/duo story elements! If an element has (Fail) next to it, disregard any further rolls and write a short post relating how you got there. You may then retry, but only after your first post is filled!

If you're soloing it, you just fill in that post with your character's progress through the favor. Should you choose to RP this favor with another player (or more than one friend!) please make a thread in the event forum and link it in your roll post when you're done.

FIRST DIE: What has she asked you to do?
1 - Request a waltz from the orchestra pit
2 - Locate one of her servants
3 - Entertain her with a human poem
4 - Refill her glass of wine
5 - Ask an otherbeing to dance
6 - Check that the food on the other tables is still well-stocked

SECOND DIE: How do you feel about this?
1 - I'm not pleased, but I hide it well.
2 - I'm neutral about it.
3 - I'm enthused. At least I don't have to do anything weird!
4 - I'm neutral about it, but I paste on a happy smile. (Fail)
5 - I'm apprehensive about it, but will give it a try.
6 - I'm ******** pissed. How dare she. (Fail)

THIRD DIE: Do you successfully perform the favor?
1 - Yes, but in an ungraceful way. (Fail)
2 - No, but I got a really funny story to tell the Lady when I get back. (Fail)
3 - Yes, and it's perfect, because I'm perfect.
4 - No, and I think I need to get new clothes before going back. (Fail)
5 - Yes, and it took some doing, but I did it.
6 - No, but I did something else I think the Lady will like. (Fail)

Please quote shibrogane when you're done for information dispersal!

algernon mercer || 25/25 || ahaha PASS

"Darling, would you do something for me? I'll make it worth your while, and it won't be too terribly onerous--" The Lady smiles, all sharp teeth and dark eyes. "--I have my boys for that."

Alg of course was attentive, especially to women with a commanding presence. No matter how uneasy she made him feel, how uncomfortable the behavior of those around her (people he knew who were not acting themselves), Alg was ready and willing to help. It had been ingrained in him by the women who filled his youth.

"What can I help you with?" He took her hand in his, his hand warm and gentle as her fingers perched lightly on the edge of his own.

She needed to find someone, one of her servants, possibly one of her boys. The way she spoke of them left a bad taste on his tongue and an uneasy feeling in his gut. It was like witnessing abuse and being unable, or unwilling to step in. But Algernon wasn't aware of the arrangements that lead to this hierarchy, nor who she truly was to command all of them with such little effort. They all seemed very devoted to her.

"I'll be right back-" He murmured in Jeremiah's ear, kissing his cheek gently before he stepped away, not feeling much anxiety about the task. It was a bit of a relief really, find someone and come back. It could definitely have been worse.

The ball was full of servants, all wearing ruffles or lace to rival the guests, some draped in fabric, but none were exactly who he was looking for. A vague description had Algie away much longer than he liked, peeking in rooms, halls, and in and out of conversing crowds until he found the servant in question and informed them, very politely, "Your lady is looking for you. If you'd accompany me back."

Alg returned, servant in tow, and smiling successfully at the lady. "As you requested."

To Shun, there is a slight nod. She hasn't forgotten his shitty attempt at a joke. Algernon, however, receives a pleased smile, which somehow seems to lack so many teeth as her smile at Thorne earlier. "One good turn deserves another, dears. Six of us are on the committee to choose the tithe... but a seventh will be chosen before moonrise by the deer triplets."

So this time, the Spinel Lady wanted her to dance. The good news was that Autumn was a balling as ******** dancer, and smiled brightly at the request. She turned with a flourish to find her dance partner, eager to dance the pants off the ******** (not literally, she hoped), only to stop in her tracks at...

a plant. Okay. How the ******** was she expected to plant-dance? Well, whatever. She'd already made an a** of herself several times in front of this woman, and if Melany or whoever wanted her to dance with a plant, so be it. Autumn approached the creature, and with a polite curtsey, asked the seemingly lifeless plant if it would entertain her with a dance.

Several dances later, large leaves on her arms whirling her about the floor, Autumn found herself laughing. Were she slightly more sober, she might've mulled over how ******** odd it was that she was presently dancing with a plant. Who was a stellar dancer, logic be damned.

She returned, sometime later, cheeks flushed and smile bright. Autumn offered the same curtsey to Melany, not letting her earlier ******** get to her.

"My apologies for my earlier missteps, your ladyship. I've enjoyed your party a bit too well, and I'm not at my best," she apologized, fully owning her drunken shenanigans, "but I've completed what you requested of me, if you'll accept my sincerest sorries."

[success!]

alois scholz (unmasked) || 25/25 || tipsy

"Right, your boys. Of course." Alois parted from the Spinel Lady and made toward the orchestra pit at the far end of the room. A waltz. Am I supposed to know which one to pick? The hell am I supposed to know what her waltz tastes are. He wasted little time considering her tastes and focused on his own instead.

Snapping his fingers, he caught the attention of the conductor. "Ze Spinel Lady wants a waltz. Shostakovich Waltz No. 2 should suffice-"

Yet a server accidentally shoulder checked him, and a plate of hors d'oeuvre spilled across his shirt. Alois ground his teeth.

jeremiah mercer || 25/25 || not happy

She asks him to recite a poem and, without knowing why, he finds himself compelled almost to speak the poem before he can stop himself.

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

The chill of his spine hits him hard, even with Algie's presence nearby and the masked silver-haired man finds himself having to take a moment away. To be treated like a play thing has never gone over well with him and the feel of her magic left his skin feeling oily. For the moment, he would leave it be.

jeremiah mercer || 25/25 || getting trolled

Algie has left to find the restroom, leaving Jeremiah alone for the moment and she smiles at him again. It is not a smile one ignores, not with the way she sets off his danger sense and the fact that her teeth are too sharp, just as Sunny's once appeared.

Again, she asks, recite me a poem.

Of man’s first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing heavenly muse, that on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspi-

It takes a great force of his will to stop, to push back. To stop himself from launching into the entire thing. She laughs and there is that smile at him. Too sharp, too knowing. Jeremiah is scowling now, not quite sure he enjoys the fact that she flaunts, so obviously, that they are play things. His skin crawls and this time it is not because she reeks of danger.