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Entry tags:
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- chara: kai,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
- falco grice: owlie,
- gideon nav: floral,
- illarion albireo: lark,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- johnny lawerance: josh,
- kainé: ava,
- katsuki bakugou: megan,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- l lawliet: lexil,
- lexi howard: argustar,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- ochako uraraka: roxy,
- oscar pine: basil,
- paul atreides: beth,
- peter graham: jhey,
- renfri: alex,
- ruby rose: josh,
- sakoto hojo: kari,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- sayo yasuda: doom,
- shouto todoroki: blythe,
- shōyō hinata: owlie,
- the emperor: rona,
- tinya wazzo: argustar
Birthday Party
Who: Paul Atreides and all his CR
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze
Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary
When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!
The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).
In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.
It is also where all the food and drinks are.
There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.
There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.
At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.
And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?
The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.
In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).
(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)
There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.
…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.
There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!
Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.
That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.
So, fuck around and find out.
The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.
Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.
Enjoy the party! Mingle away!
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Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze
Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary
When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!
The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).
In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.
It is also where all the food and drinks are.
There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.
There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.
At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.
And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?
The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.
In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).
(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)
There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.
…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.
There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!
Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.
That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.
So, fuck around and find out.
The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.
Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.
Enjoy the party! Mingle away!
((ooc: if you have any questions or anything, please hit me up at
WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS I'M SO SORRY
Then they wince, as if in fact struck by a migraine.]
Really is connecting me to other possibilities, could've sworn I heard-
all good!!!!
[They figure it's probably best if they let Sayo sift through the illusions on her own rather than repeatedly trying to destabilize them. That's how they turn nasty.]
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They came to visit, apparently. I don't remember much of it, but they left... something behind. Or was it always there?
Gah.
[Most of those thoughts were dedicated to how shapely Will's ass is, but Sayo is not going to repeat that around an eleven year-old.]
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I was someone I could've been, for a while. I imagine it was supposed to prompt me into believing I could be that person. Someone who had suffered, who still had doubts, but was none-the-less content to live with the family they had gained.
It's all a saccharine lie. Taunting you with what's out of reach.
* Don't trust that miracle. It will only break you in the end.
[The voice sounds disembodies. Like it's a ghost within Sayo's head, or soul, like Chara has wormed their way in there and is giving her commands. Only they're not commands, it's advice. Sayo's heart isn't nearly rotten enough for them to give commands to it.]
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Will did say that Bernkastel was the cruelest witch of all.
I didn't believe him at first. Of course not, I made her, or at least I thought I did. And yet...
It only makes more sense the further I am from that miraculous week as Lion. With Lion? No difference. [A faint, ghostly outline appears by Sayo, touching her shoulder. Despite her avowal of miracles as poison, she hunches at the contact, looking down at her lap.] Her kindness was a mirage, something I projected onto her so I could make my own wishes more palatable.
...it's obvious, when you think about it. What is my life but a long string of miracles that I simply failed to notice?
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The Chara that exists in Sayo's fevered mind is yet another splinter from the human that was Chara Dreemurr, and right now they are testing the limits of their existence.
Bernkastel is not a name they are familiar with, but they aren't sure they agree. After-all, Satoko Hojo asserted that they, Chara, are a Witch like her. Their existence within this limited space would break the mind of a lesser demon, but they are used to being fragmented in this way. They web their fingers together with a hum, and then they speak again, in the same tone they had once whispered their name to
the anomaly, their partner, the player, friskGod.]* After-all, I am a fiction myself.
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Is she a splinter of a Fragment of a piece imprinted on an alien reality? When she imagines it like, that, the true/false boolean of the first status hardly seems to matter.]
So am I. Whether to the Sayo Yasuda who is currently high on Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or if I am her, then I am a fiction to every person who penned my tale. Does it really matter how many layers deep we are?