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Entry tags:
- !4th wall,
- !event,
- 9s,
- @heartstone manor,
- alphys,
- ashleigh mischief,
- carly nagisa,
- cole,
- commander syrlya,
- five,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- herbert west,
- hinawa,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- junko enoshima,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- mercury black,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- reira akaba,
- rin okumura,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- taako,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- the psiioniic,
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yugo,
- yuzu hiragi,
- yūya sakaki,
- zangetsu,
- zecora
⇨ FOURTH WALL EVENT! (OPEN TO ALL)
Who: Everyone and the 4th Wall Visitors!
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
THE GRAND BALL↴![]() Heartstone Manor is a giant, spooky castle floating in the middle of a twilight filled void. It is the home of a Wyld Fae calling himself The Prince - and despite his name, he is a bestial creature crammed into a gentleman's clothing, completely obsessed with replicating the ideals of old timey human society, much like the 1800's. The Prince and his many servants all dress in a manner appropriate to to the 1500's - 1800's, and decorum and beauty are held sacred above all else. All the workers of the carnival are currently staying there, in the hope of enabling a successful diplomatic venture between the Ringmaster and the Prince. The Grand Ball is being thrown by the Prince to honour these guests, but his manner of doing this is going to come as a bit of a surprise.
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Time to improvise then. She skims the nearby refreshments table for ideas.
"Oh! Here--"
She snatches up a napkin, a chicken bone someone rudely left on the platter, and a boat full of some kind of black currant sauce, and holds all three out to him. "Ta-da. Improvised writing implement. Nyehehehehe."
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"Truth be told, if those are our only options, I'd rather use my finger instead."
Thanks to the memory fog, there is no part of Strange's mind that's pointing out this is a terrible idea. Of course, even if the fog wasn't there, Strange came up with so many terrible ideas just on his own that shoving his finger in currant sauce to write a spell isn't the most terrible he could think of.
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She trails off squinting at the bone, gaze abruptly becoming distant. She feels like... she should be upset, or concerned about the animal this bone came from? But she can't remember why, or whether there's even any rational evidence to encourage that train of thought.
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It's just casually said, as Strange dips a finger in the currant sauce. And, unfortunately for Peridot, there's really no way he can write small if he's using his finger as the utensil and currant sauce as the ink. The phrase 'Place mirror on' takes up far too much of the napkin and Strange pauses slightly to think of what to do next.
"Do you think I could use one of my claws as a pen nib? We're never going to fit the entire spell on the napkin at this rate." Absent-mindedly, Strange puts the now currant-covered finger to his mouth, as he starts to lick the sauce off.
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who's ready for a really fuckin dumb tag
As such, he tenses, tries to turn around in shock, but then just straight up falls out of his chair thanks to the combination of surprise and poor alcohol-ridden motor skills. Magician down! And turns out it's a confused magician down because all Strange can say to Peridot yelling at him is, "What?!"
bless this tag tbh
"You were licking your fingers!" she says, jabbing an accusatory claw in his direction. "And if you've taught me anything about table manners, it's that that's like, the NUMBER ONE THING you're not supposed to do!"
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Though wait a moment, he just dipped his finger in the sauce, Strange looks oddly horrified as he gets back to his feet. Is he that drunk? He must be that drunk, that's the only explanation, he had to stay on his best behavior for...something.
That finger's going back in his mouth as he finishes licking off the remains of the sauce, confused frown on his face.