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[b]Character name:[/b]
[b]Competing for:[/b] (name of your Fair One, if you have one)
[b]Poem:[/b][quote]poem text goes here[/quote]


Your character has a half hour to compose a poem in one of three formats - a limerick or a haiku will be just fine, but a sonnet might be fun if you’re feeling truly inspired - and read it aloud before the company. If they are truly, truly too embarrassed, you can RP them handing it to Joy, and assume that she will read it aloud for them (no need to wait for me to reply).

Roll 1d10 to determine what your poem topic will be:

Character name: Botein
Competing for: herself
Poem:
[9: Your character’s Fair One, if they have one; if not, something they are proud of in themselves.]
((Her generosity))


In for a penny, in for a pound as the saying goes. The day had been full of fun and games so she didn’t hesitate to join in around the table when Joy called them all over. Curious Botein took a slip of paper as the basket was passed around as the knight explained. Poems. They were to write poems.

Botein wanted to put her paper back but she knew that would be rude. Rude and uncouth. Absolutely not to be done, especially after the hospitality shown to them so she was stuck writing a poem. Maybe the bird, Hellawes, would be ever so kind as to shred her little piece of paper before Botein had to write a word… then again probably not. Her mind already trying to come up with something, the senshi wondered a bit. Just what did one write about themselves? Something they were proud of? What was she proud of anyway?

Her GPA? Her work ethic? Her friendliness? Her hair? “There once was a woman with wild red hair, She’d comb it with quite some care.” Hair, care, mare, affair? What rhymed with it and made sense?

She had only stopped herself from chewing on the pencil she had been given after realizing just how rude it would be to return it with bitemarks all over it. Botein knew she disliked it when it happened to her in class. There were just so many kids in this one class who just always seemed to forget their writing utensils. Sometimes Botein felt like she was giving away more pencils than a school store but she didn’t mind since they needed them. Besides, she got them back at the end of the class, if a little worse for wear. There was even one group that called her generous and sweet, they even promised to bring their own pens next time. They didn’t but it was what it was, Botein really didn’t mind. No strings attached and all that.

That gave her an idea. She mentally pivoted and started to scribble down on the little piece of parchment, scratching out when she messed up, but finally she had a finished poem. It wasn’t very good, in fact she couldn’t come up with a rhyme for ‘wide’ so she just reused it. Botein hoped that was okay. She didn’t really remember much from the poetry portion of the English class she had taken. She just knew it needed to rhyme and it was best to keep it relatively short, for her own sake.

By the end of the half hour she had her poem. It was bad but it was done, that was the best Botein could hope for. Bracing for laughs or at least chuckles the senshi stepped up and ran through her little limerick in one breath before giving a quick little bob of her head. She handed over the slip of parchment and hurried back into the waiting crowd to fade among the other participants. Botein was definitely not a poet laureate, and she definitely didn't ever want to be one. Who knew rhyming stuff would be so dang hard!

Character name: Sailor Tempesti
Competing for: Herself
Poem:

Character name: Sailor Bacchus
Competing for: Hildegard (He'll accept points in her honor)
Poem:


Tempesti had never been much of a poet, but she was willing to give it a try for the tournament. After all, Joy had been kind enough to invite all of them and it was only right to participate in her games. Chuckling softly as Hildegard pecked about on the ground, she decided that the not quite hen was as good a muse as any for her own poem.



Bacchus’ mouth ran dry at the prospect of performing a poem. It had been too long, he had been too silent for that. He should have expected it, there was no reason not to, but somehow he’d been unprepared for the possibility of resuming his role so suddenly. Scowling, he decided to write a short poem about those <********> berries.

“Tempesti, write this down for me.”

The stupid, frustrating characters in which people wrote English still largely eluded him, so he dictated his impromptu poem to his friend. “What were those ******** lying berries called again?”

“Cranberries, and I told you that they’re good if you put them with sugar.”

“That’s what they want you to think.”

Tempesti laughed as she wrote down Bacchus’ short tirade against the offending fruit, handing it back to him. “You’re not performing?”

“Nah, not in the mood.”

Bacchus’ response was clipped and uncharacteristically subdued. “Thanks though.”

He walked the paper up to Joyeuse Garde, handing it over with a crooked grin.

“I’m not tuned up to perform today, I’ll leave that to the Mistress of Revels.”

Character name: Emain Ablach
Competing for: Amoris
Poem:


Of course he got up and said it out loud himself. He could only imagine the needling he'd get if he not only performed poorly with Amoris as his Fair One but was too embarrassed to read a poem out loud. Luckily for Emain Ablach, literature was something he had extensive experience where he'd failed at horseback riding, and this was scarcely that much different from delivering a sermon if he thought about it. He stood up, read his haiku, and sat back down without a trace of self-consciousness.

(ell oh ell, this is what I get for doing this half asleep)

Character name: Super Feronia of Groundcherries
Competing for: Antisana
Poem:

With so many people around, he felt nervous in Antisana's absence. While he knew his friend was here somewhere, lost in the crowd, he felt lost at how to go about things without them nearby to ask questions to.

The arts had been something he managed well enough back home, ringing in ceremonies with song or with verses brought from the vinemosss, but to speak about oneself instead of the community? That was foreign to him; to give such importance to his own virtues felt wrong, but he wasn't home... With his ears drooping slightly as he fidgeted with his hands in front of him, he tried to think of the shortest way he could do things so as not to upset the host or other guests.

The problem came with how quietly he spoke, barely making a noise as he stated his short poem before falling silent again. It was hard not to make a face at how distasteful it felt to talk about himself in such a way. It was something he felt that humans did, something he still didn't exactly understand, but that was part of why he was here wasn't he?

Character name: Maus
Competing for: Kua'kua
Poem:

He gave Grieve a thumbs up as he finished. He could deal with being a loser as long as he was a good one.