you and me in the moonlight

[crosslaced]

Who: You!
What: A year end party MINGLELOG to help everyone recover from the Shit we’ve been through.
When: Forwarddated to Nov 24
Where: Enso E4, close to the ST Temple
Warnings: Mark as necessary, but none expected.

As the end of November draws near…… it’s time for that player plot the mods hinted at in their latest announcement.

Laurent’s Witch Labyrinth! -no, actually, it’s just a party.

[preparation]

All day on the 24th people are hard at work setting up on the golden beaches of Enso. The Storyteller’s Temple can be seen from the site and vice versa; it’s just a short walk away. There’s quite a bit to be done, so every extra pair of hands are welcome!

[the party]

As evening falls, a series of torches light up the party site for the lost; most prominent are the three large campfires spaced out across the beach, offering a variety of gathering spots for those who don’t like the loud partying going on at the other one.

There’s more than enough food to go around. An entire Cariborn is being dug up from the sandy soil way up the beach, having been roasted in the ground. There’s a wide variety spread out on tables… of handwaved origin… maybe they’re the ones left around from 4/20?? It’s probably fine. Herb- baked vegetables, fresh fruits, meat of various types, pizza!! and yes, Muffet’s Magic Blackberry Alcohol abound.

We’ve also got party favors. Amongst them, it seems like..... owo are these sparklers?

Come hang out! It’s a well-deserved break.

[activities]

The children (and adults so-inclined) have some cute party games to have fun with. There’s a simple little ringtoss area set up, with rings that aren’t even proper circles (listen, Laurent tried) and wooden stakes in the ground to be ringed.

Across the wide stretch of sand there's a lot that can be done- want to build some sandcastles? Pick some shells? Fight some crabs? The beach is dotted with doodles in the sand, inviting you to join in.

The biggest attraction is perhaps the petting zoo- well, it’s a cluster of animals just hanging out, but you get the idea. Located far up on the beach and away from the danger of the waves, the petting zoo has three whole Chocobos, two whole Tigerlilies (one of which is clearly guarding the Chocobos), and one whole horse. Sometimes two horses, but the grey wandering one is wearing a plaque that says “I BITE. PET ME CAREFULLY.”

[storyteller?]

Yes, ST-chan is invited! I’m leaving it to them to top-level or tag out at their leisure. Keep an eye out for the bunny god, they’re Coming.

Comments

super ota

[devilstongue]

[ 'Party', they said, and Molly shows up like he's sprouted into reality from the word alone. Bright-eyed and grinning, he sashays towards the festivities with his tail flicking in excitement. What kind of party would a weird place like this scrounge up?

He's not disappointed as he arrives in a flurry of overly colorful clothes, his coat of ridiculous amounts of embroidery and the two-patterned pants and thigh-high boots - but he's forgone his shirt and doublet for a ridiculous crop top, courtesy of Beau's clothing stash. It shows off even more of his horizontal scars all over his throat, belly and arms - as well as the snake and snapdragons tattooed down his right arm.

His horns have their usual baubles in them, but also twined with the mana pool narcissus flowers. All to be as obnoxious as possible for today. He wants to know how people react to the literal (not) demon, because he promised that he'd make sure Nott would be safe here. (Plus he just likes being a little shit.)

Naturally this game is a little bit void when he sees the amount of unusal people here, but it doesn't mean he still can't play. So Mollymauk is socializing, talking to people, shamelessly flirting, drinking probably too much and happily trying a bit of everything. Maybe he'll even juggle fruits for the kids and bored adults! ]

[catpiper]

[The juggling fascinates her to no end. It's an unexpected, impressive display that she's never seen before. It captures her attention for some time until she feels like yes, this is a party trick she can master. She tries to mimic the gesture, tossing an apple in the air and catching it with Great Success!!

Then she tries two and it's less successful. They both plop to the ground.

How's he doing this?? Magic probably. That's usually the answer. The elves can probably juggle too? That seems right. A mere human like her cannot hope to achieve the level of hand eye coordination needed for this little display.

But it's not gonna stop her from watching out of the corner of her eye, copying the way he flicks his hands to catch and throw the fruits. No matter how many times she drops them. She will throw these apples, so help her.]

[devilstongue]

That's very good!

[ Molly says with a sweeping flick of his tail, grinning at her. ]

You can do it if you change your technique a bit, I'm sure. Just move it more in a circle rather than from hand to hand.

[ He slows his own juggling down a bit, showing her a little before he catches the apples in his palms and uses some slight of hand to make them 'disappear'. (It doesn't matter that the apples fall out of his sleeves thanks to him not wearing his normal shirt.) He gives a showy bow, clearly in his element. ]

You know, in all the confusion from last time we met, I'm not sure I even got your name? That's a tragedy, isn't it!

[catpiper]

[Cool, so she doesn't need any kind of otherworldly arcane powers to throw fruit in the air. There's an intense expression on her face as she watches his hands, unable to catch how they disappear, which is definitely a trick way out of her wheelhouse. She doesn't seem to notice the ones that plop out conveniently after they 'disappear'-he's just hoarding some apples too. It's fine.

She taps her apples together, clapping for him in the dumbest way possible, and bows back. Not that she did anything extraordinary. She just wants to copy him.]

It's Ren-that's who I am. Now it's not a tragedy.

[But she does remember his name at least and has to ask-]

Did you find Beau? Did you get to hold her hand?

here come the cool kids

[barberian]

(The two of them are a sight to behold: Molly in his technicolour coat of dreams, Yasha in her a new shirt and a ripped pair of jeans. All thieved from Beau, of course, and it's nice to have cooler things to wear out than her furs. She's even scooped her hair back from her face in a herculean effort, braided it neatly back behind her ears. She has her arm linked through Molly's companionably, for both the purpose of being close to him and so she can drag him over to look at various things.

The food table, for instance! She's made an important discovery. She finds and holds out a square of chocolate to him insistantly.)

Try this.

the coolest dumbasses

[devilstongue]

[ Molly has stuck flowers in that pretty braid and behind her ears and pretty much everywhere he could reach, beaming in joy. He feels really good right now, all the bullshit of this place washed away for this night of food, drink and people.

His world is about to get even better when Yasha sticks a piece of something brown to him, and he takes it from her with a curious look. Without hesitation he accepts it and pops it in his mouth. Immediately those red eyes widen, and if he had any form of visible pupil it would have dilated like crazy. That was the best thing he's had since he discovered strawberries, and Molly makes a pleased sigh. ]

That is... wow. What is that?!

i love them sm

[barberian]

(Yes, Yasha does feel particularly festooned this evening. It's always nice, to let Mollymauk have his fun. And the islands are littered with so many different types of flowers too, it had been fun to help collect them.

She chuckles at his reaction to the food, pleased.)

It's called 'chocolate'. Ren told me it makes people happy. (It has certainly worked on Molly!) I like it.

[lightlessfuture]

[ The Knight has seen plenty of colourful people. They have, on occasion, met some very sparkly, colourful bugs. But Molly is a fascinating blaze of colour and they're immediately drawn to politely hover around and try to pick out every pattern they can.

This amuses them for a short while, and then they notice his horns, and that sufficiently distracts them from basically anything else (even the scars, which they note as...concerning?? But also something they're not going to ask about because you don't ask strangers about their scars unless they tell you first).

They're not certain if this person understands sign language, so they resort to just sort of wandering up and tugging very gently at his extremely gaudy and thus probably extremely important coat to grab his attention. When his attention is sufficiently grabbed, they'll wave politely.

Hello. ]

[devilstongue]

[ The tug at his coat is surprising by itself since it's so far down that Molly just assumed it snagged on something - but then he turns around to free himself and sees the little creature (?) waving at him.

He has no idea what it is supposed to be, but the little wave told him it was at least some kind of sapient creature.

Curious, Molly crouches to take a closer look. ]

Hey there?

[lightlessfuture]

[ Compared to the tiefling in front of them, they're almost entirely monochrome; a featureless white mask lacking anything but eyesockets and a grey cloak with the hood pushed back. Vaguely buglike on first glance, but...off, if given more than a cursory inspection.

They step back a bit to allow him space, since he's nice enough to crouch down for them.

They can't respond with words to his greeting, but luckily, there's paper for that. They fish out a piece of paper from their cloak and hold it up as high as they can (not very, they're like two feet tall and that's with horns) for his inspection.

CANNOT TALK
I AM FRIENDLY
NICE TO MEET YOU ]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter is not a...social person by nature, exactly, but almost everyone they know is here, so they are here as well. They do brighten up when they see Mollymauk, however - first, because they recognize him and second, because they now have a guarantee that he made it to the islets all right. Or, at least, he did not perish in between then and now.]

[And, thirdly, though they do not recognize it as something conscious on their part, it is because they are...relieved, in some sense, to have someone else here who looks as strange and out of place as them.]

[They wave their greeting, approaching with a bit more verve than they would have some time ago.]

made it to islets?

[devilstongue]

Oh, hello!

[ Molly grins at the weird person that had helped him earlier, a little more prepared for the hovering text this time as they 'speak'. It still takes him a moment to read it, but then the tiefling is nodding to the Drifter. ]

I did, though I think I ended up on the other side. I found my friends, though, so it's all good.

[ He shrugs a bit, obviously doing fine right now. ]

Are you enjoying yourself?

[hyperlit]

[They...aren't sure about whether or not they're enjoying themself, per se, but they're not not enjoying themself, which is the important thing.]

many people
all in one place

[They tug at their cowl, pulling the scarlet material a little more securely around the neon blue of their skin. They...stand out. It's hard to forget it, how much they stand out.]

[want_to_belong]

[For a friendly guy, Prompto had spent a lot of time busying himself to the side of the party, definitely not making himself the center of attention. It was a lot of people and he wasn't used to that many. But that didn't mean he wouldn't be sociable. He did go to get some food and mingle a little bit, even if it was awkward.

Molly's was a familiar face that he certainly wouldn't mistake for anyone else, and while the scars concerned him he didn't think it would be very polite to point them out. Instead he waved when he saw him before trotting over.

His own magnificent tank top would be a fitting rival for Molly's choice in clothing, so it wasn't quite like he could criticize there. It was mainly black as well - his typical color of choice if anyone paid attention, which had more to do with the kingdom he came from than having any sort of gloomy personality.]

Hey, what's up? You look like you're having a good time. Didja check the petting zoo?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly raises a hand in greeting as soon as he sees Prompto, fangs bared in a happy grin as he goes to meet the blonde. Some people were a bit of wallflowers, but Molly pretty much made it his job to drag them out of that - so he hands over a drink. ]

I sure am having a good time. This is just what I needed... and a lot of other people too, I'm sure.

[ He looks around a bit, seeing all the smiling faces. It fills his heart with so much joy. ]

I did see your bird there! I like the idea, we didn't have animals at the carnival but I think this would have been great for the kids.

[want_to_belong]

[He accepted the drink despite wondering what it was. Technically he was old enough for alcohol now, wasn't he? So it shouldn't really matter...]

Sometimes there were little petting zoos as carnivals or something. They were one of my favorite parts as a kid.

Animals he could sit there and pet? Yes please.]

Nothing like chocobos in them. We lived in a big city, so I never actually saw a chocobo until we left. It'd have things like cute little sheep and stuff. Whenever there was a carnival that had one I'd always ended up spending most of my time there.

[Because he lacked other things to do.]

/dog song intensifies

[mamaterasu]

[It's not as startling to see a demon in the dark as it was about a year and a half ago, but it is still...unsettling. Ammy has been stashing foods of all kinds into her mouth and on poorly wrapped napkins (she's a wolf, what do you expect?) to take back to one of her many dens for later snacking. It's not like people aren't literally handing her food here - she's the community mutt, after all - but some of what she's tried is so...so good.

Those cheesy triangle bread rolls? Fucking incredible. She has probably eaten a whole box's worth, or two, and is still craving more. It's just so good. And there's more than just one type to choose from!! Whoever created this is a genius. A culinary genius and she will personally give them her godly blessing in the form of the wettest, slobberiest kiss in the world. Praise be to you, my fair friend.

Rounding the corner of a table with her good, Ammy nearly collides with Molly's knees as he does his own round, and she yelps, backpedaling and feeling the hair on her neck and back stand up. Alas, all her poor treats go splattering to the sand, and try as she may to snap at even one of the pieces of pizza...all she gets is a single, sad pepperoni as the slice falls...face first, into the sand.

Rip. ;__;]

[devilstongue]

[ Something hits him and almost tips him over, so Molly expects it to be a rambunctious kid.

Oh. Dog. Big dog.

He isn't very used to animals, as the carnival didn't really focus on that, so he's a little uncertain how to react. The lost pizza is really sad, however, and he's not heartless. It wasn't as if it was completely ruined, after all. Molly picks the lost slice up and brushes off some sand before holding it out to Ammy.

It looks a little silly for such a demon-looking man to seem so apprehensive about a cute fluffy dog, but Molly likes his fingers, thank you very much. Besides, who knew if this was the magical dog Beau had said she met? ]

Here you go?

[mamaterasu]

[Eh, not so big - actually a bit smaller than the normal wolf by about an inch or two - it's mostly fluff and a lot of leg.

Ammy's attention is mostly on...everything that Mollmauk it. His face, his skin, his horns and everything dangling from them, the gaudy cloak that'd make a kimono seller scream with horror and outrage...woof. You sure are something, good sir. She tilts her head from side to side curiously, ears perking up when presented with the somewhat cleaned off slice of delicious wonder. She tests it with a sniff first, then a testing lick - still a bit gritty - and takes a few nibbles.

Hm... Acceptable. The pizza is grabbed carefully and snapped up into her mouth in three good bites, licking over her nose and whiskers before going back and smattering Molly's palm with her tongue and sticky saliva. Listen, she has to make absolutely sure she got every scrub and every speck of that lovely pizza sauce. It has such an array of flavors she's never experienced before in her life!! Sweet, savory, a bit salty...it's amazing. An explosion of flavor she is not going to pass up on.

Even if it was a bit sandy. She forgives you.]

[lesbeau]

[Honestly, she's actually glad he took that shirt- it suits him very well, even if she'll never actually say that. But here he goes, making a goddamn spectacle of himself right in the center of everything, like he always is. At least he's not naked in a tapestry this time.

So at some point over the night she finds her way to him, drink in hand, just to put all her weight on his shoulder and see if he'll try to dump her into the sand.]

So, enjoying being a goddamn nuisance to everyone here? I'm serious, you better be picking up the jackass slack around here, I'm working too damn hard.

[devilstongue]

[ He most definitely will, even if trying to trip a monk is kind of a useless endeavor. Molly is kind enough to try to save her drink from spilling, at least. ]

Hello, unpleasant one! I don't think I can catch up to your level of assholeness quick enough, but I'm making a good attempt.

[ He's just generally being an obnoxious mess right now with flirting and talking and just blinding everyone with his horrible outfit, but he's getting to the drunk stage and who the heck knows what will happen then?

(Hopefully not too much nudity.) ]

You better be having fun or I'm throwing you into the petting zoo.

[lesbeau]

[She's at least 36% sure it'll be nudity, at which point she will disappear into the night and he'll become someone else's problem. Likely Yasha's. It's fine. What is she, his babysitter?]

Oh shuttup, I can have as much or as little fun as I want. Besides, there was a fighting ring down near the water, so mostly I've just been uh, beating the shit out of people.

[So like, the best thing.]

We have plans to steal like a bunch of food so we don't have to keep hunting and shit for a bit, yeah? Because that sucks and I bet they won't notice some of it missing.

[deathfindsaway]

[The first time he sees Molly, he honestly thinks he's hallucinating.

It's not that tieflings are weird to him- he's been alive a long time, and it's not like they don't exist back home. But seeing a bright purple one in that garish a coat and a crop top covered in whatever that is makes him think it's Taako for a split second and something has gone very, very wrong in the time it took him to get a drink. Hell, maybe he's accidentally gotten super high again. It's really difficult to say.

Thankfully, he vaguely remembers this man from the Storytelling, and that makes it easier to recall that he's his own person and this is not some disguise self calamity zone in which his boyfriend tries to win him over using a handsome face and makes six thousand horny jokes.

... But also he should make sure. So he finds himself running into him as he's pouring himself another drink, and makes an attempt at starting a conversation.]

Have you had some of this already? It's quite good.

[He gestures to the pitcher in his hand, which happens to contain Muffet's blackberry liquor.]

[devilstongue]

[ To be fair, Molly is definitely not above making six thousand horny jokes. Especially not right now because damn, Kravitz. What a nice face. Fuck, nice everything.

The explosion of colors that is Mollymauk is even brighter with that smile that's now radiating off him. He had flirted his way through people already, but this was definitely going to be more of a serious attempt. ]

Oh, I have. It's quite excellent, isn't it?

[ The inviting tilt of his voice isn't exactly helping with that Taako-resemblance, but at least Molly's voice is very different. ]

I don't think I've seen you before, and I would definitely have remembered that face. What's your name?

[deathfindsaway]

[Okay, going well. Sort of. He still has that familiar look he's seen on Taako's face before that gives him the distinct impression he's going to be eaten alive, but he can unpack that later. He'd say he looks good enough tonight, though forcibly more informal than he'd like, in a subtle enough shirt, long dreads tied back from his face with a few left looping by his cheekbones and slightly pointed ears. He hasn't been convinced into jeans yet, though. We're just not there yet. But hey, scythe swinging requires nice arms, so he's got some nice shit to view.]

Oh uhm, no, I-- don't believe we've met. You do stand out enough to keep in memory.

[He puts the pitcher aside and extends his hand for a shake.]

Kravitz. Yourself?