Givethanksing Chaos Mode

[chasseurdebeaute]

WHO: Anyone
WHERE: Woolietown and pastures
WHEN: Day 43, evening

[HELLO WOOLITOWN AND PASTURE RESIDENTS, if you have been in the pasture for at least a few days, a happy little blond cube with a hat, bobcut, and glowing blue collar gem is appearing before you! If you are very very recently arrived and he has not seen you yet, you may just have to share the cubecall with whoever you're standing near.]


Bonsoir, tout le monde--it has been quite some time since I have had the pleasure of calling everyone in the pasture! In fact, perhaps it is overdue! Those who have been here since the beginning may recall we had a get together once, where we introduced ourselves and shared fruit between flocks. How fortuitous then, that another such occasion can easily be arranged!

The host of our latest ritual has generously helped us to transform our signature fruits into dishes to gift as we please! It would be a shame not to experiment a bit, non? Please join us at the buffet, where we may give our names and trade recipes, and do our utmost to express our Love and Thanks for our bonds old and new!


((ooc: THIS IS A LOVEBOMB RITE, AS WELL AS A RITUAL POST IN CHAOS MODE. Characters can just top-level wandering by and get jumped if you like! But if they engage with the premise, they can give a lil introduction--since not only do we have new faces, a lot have also chosen new names!--and people can reply to each other to fulfill their own flock's recipe. Ash gave the OK that this would basically make an dish that's a mash between flock foods. Effects can also be a mash, or sort of random (or I assume the effect can just be: makes you feel a little more full), GO WILD.))

DAFFODIL RITE | PEONY RITE

Comments

[arrowace]

[ Tch. Clearly a trap. But the darts are simply too slow to be of any actual use, and also worst come to worst they can just turn into a big frog and jump on top of him. Truly there are no drawbacks to simply springing forward after him. ]

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[We love to walk into traps in the house of bluebell. Rubato yoinks them along with Now Kiss—redirecting their momentum to dunk them mercilessly into the shallow end of the ice cold creek.]

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[…shoves them back in when they get up, just for good measure]

[arrowace]

[ Usually so good at schooling their reactions, they make a small alarmed peep at the temperature. WHEW!!

They stay down the second time though, at least briefly. ]

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[Taking off his coat and boots, rolling up the pant legs, and splashing in also—]

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[i-i-instant regret]

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Mm! My head is feeling much clearer. I hope yours as well, Caesura-kun?

[arrowace]

[ they just stay down in the water, let their woowoo undead amphibian blood take over enough to make the cold feel sleepy and comfortable, but not enough to show any signs of transformation. They look up at him with hooded eyes, sated, satisfied, guileless. ]

Mm. You . . . resisted that well. Did . . . you like it? Knowing you are worth pursuing?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[His chilled shuffling back and forth stills a bit with surprise]

Is that what you meant by it?

[arrowace]

[ nod nod ]

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Aah…

It is undeniable that the thrill of fear runs very deep.

[arrowace]

[ OK but why does that sound like a “no” ]

. . . Too deep?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[going over to them so he can reach down to pull them out of the water, at least so he can get back on the shore]

It is normally very difficult to surprise me, did you know?

[arrowace]

[ Takes his hand. With all their fucking fleece and leather they have easily doubled in weight just from getting soggy. ]

Yes. I know.

[chasseurdebeaute]

[He's still shivering--definitely from the cold but like, probably not not also from coming down from the adrenaline rush.]

Oh? fuehehe--I see... Well, because of t-that, it is rare for my emotions.. to be so heightened--..as to make it so di-f-ficult to reason... I have not e-even understood why that happened. I am. awhirl with feelings--everything with shapes th-that escape me, fufu...

[arrowace]

[ They want to offer him warmth, but they have none. They do nudge him into sitting, at least. ]

Oh. I made you afraid. So you would . . . run.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Non--I would have run for the j-joy of it, Monsieurmoiselle--it was so that I would feel pur-s-sued, you said--why? [pulling them down next to him, mushing them to the ground]--You were drunk--aah, I'm cross with you...

[He doesn't sound that mad, just like 'oh, I identified another emotion' among the mix of feelings going on right now, though he does look a bit intense]

[arrowace]

[ They flinch when he says he’s cross, but put it away quickly. They look away from him, worrying at their lip until they can get the words in the right order. ]

You pursue beauté. That which— makes you feel. And . . . you . . . make me feel . . .

[ their hand touches their chest ]

And I— I wanted . . . I want.

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[stares, squeezing the hand he's still holding]

[arrowace]

[ finally peaks back at him ]

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[shivering a little less]

You will--need to tell me what it is that you want. in more detail.

Not right now...? But. mm.. as well as I think we un-derstand each other--there are many things I can't simply know, even showing me...

[arrowace]

I can’t— do not want what norm— . . . what most people seem to want. But with you . . . I . . .

[ tries several times to continue but eventually just sighs. ]

Mm. Not right now. We should . . . get you warm. Dry.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Hehehe--Oui! I am chilled to the bone!

[arrowace]

[ They stand first this time and offer their hand. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[grabbing the clothes he put aside, taking their hand]