Day 1: Evening

[wizardseason]

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: March 11th - March 18th, 2019 ]

The first day has come to a close, the only things left to do are get some food and get some rest. Fortunately the residents of Bamborough are hosting a party to congratulate the heroes on their first victory, unfortunately it's running for several hours this evening. There's only so much time for sleep. What kind of balance will your hero try to strike?

Unfortunately for everyone, the evil-allured knights will be treated to a rude wake-up surprise when they finally go to sleep. No matter when they finally set their head down to rest, they all wake up at the same time, in the same place. Only the evil-allured knights will have access to this post, click to see if you've been chosen.

The good-allured knights, meanwhile, are free of a visit tonight with the Princess and the Protector. The two of them, however, are due to have a chat. Questions have to be answered, after all! He's dressed in his usual attire:

He's the same height as Luka with dark skin and vivid blue eyes that match the color of the sky. He has wicked winged white eyeliner to accent his eyes and curly black hair with white tips piled on top of his head, it's a wonder how it stays up there. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he's wearing a pajama robe that looks either blue or silver depending how it's touched or how it moves. Most importantly is that he's got brass knuckles on both his hands, like he's ready to fight. But he's not here to fight, he's here to give a whisper about what comes next.

First Night Event: Bamborough: Everyone invited.

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The Weather

• Starry Night.
• 64°F / 18°C
• Quite breezy, all the trees are rustling.

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Prompts:

• Bamborough Party: To celebrate the defeat of the first monster, a full banquet is being held near the beach in Bamborough. Unlimited food, unlimited drinks, and most importantly of all was a small stockpile of blankets, sheets, pillows, and toiletries to offer any knight who might've forgotten something on the way out here. Naturally, every item is sponsored.


• You're all over Social Media!: Videos were successfully taken of all twelve knights and the princess during the first battle, and now the world is abuzz about what happened! What are they saying about your hero? How did they even get this footage? Or worst of all, how bad are they dissing your camera skills for those that recorded themselves?


• A late night walk: The first day is over, the first monster is dead. How's your character holding up? Do they seek out support from a fellow hero? Do they spend it alone? What kind of night are they having now that it's all real?


• A late night meal: Anyone leaving the Bamborough party late enough will be able to spot that a local late night ramen shop is open for business. If your hero hasn't quite eaten enough, they can drop by for a bite. But be warned, a certain sleepy villain is getting a bite to eat herself. Care to share a ramen bar meal with the enemy?

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Procedure:

Reply to the appropriate toplevel comments for events below. Indicate if a post is a private conversation with "Private" in the subject otherwise all threads should be open to interaction with others. Plan OOCly how you'd like to toss everyone around.

Comments

[tropicalstorm]

"Haha, that's the spirit! Speaking of," she steers them both towards the bar and waves down a bartender.

"Hey there, can I get a rum & cola? And," she looks at Matila, "anything for you?" Haizea is half expecting her to order a Shirley Temple or something like that.

[scandeled]

Matilda just kind of looks at Haizea in shock, as if she's just realized she has to make her own order. Until very recently, she would have ended up with a Shirley Temple, or some kind of ridiculous boozy milkshake, but now she's here on her own. She...has to order a drink she enjoys? For herself?

What the hell is this.

"I-I'll have a rum and cola too!"

[tropicalstorm]

Haizea realizes that Matilda's panicked about something and misinterprets entirely.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you if you didn't wanna drink, it just seemed polite to ask? Would you rather not?"

[scandeled]

Matilda giggles a little as if that might reassure Haizea.

"Oh, no, I'm fine to drink. It's just difficult to espouse which beverage you'd like, isn't it?"

[tropicalstorm]

Haizea's relieved to hear that, but then tilts her head to the side at Matilda's remark.

"Is it? I just order what I feel like. Somethin' bubbly sounded good right now, and I've liked rum & cola before, so I just went for it. Do you have a hard time decidin' on what to order a lot?" She asks. She doesn't sound judgmental, mostly just curious.

[scandeled]

"Oh, no, not at all! I normally just order whatever Delilah would like, so then she can have some if she wants it." She's quick in her response, smiling. "But I'm on my own here, so..."

[tropicalstorm]

"Delilah's a friend of yours, then?" Haizea remarks, before leaning on the bar and regarding Matilda curiously.

"What about what you like? You ever get to pick that?"

[scandeled]

"She's...someone I know." Her cheeks are scarlet, as she chooses her words carefully. "She really likes sweet things, and I like to see her happy, so. It doesn't really matter what I want. That's just the way things are."

[tropicalstorm]

Oho, Haizea noticed that blush. She'll be nice and not mention it though.

"That's kind of you. But, since she isn't here right now, we oughta figure out what it is that you like. Maybe then when you get back, you can tell her and she can get to see you happy too."

[scandeled]

Matilda pauses and presses up on her tip-toes to look around and make sure there's no one filming their conversation. It's kind of pointless, she can't exactly see over Haizea, but she lowers back down onto normal level and sighs a little. "Probably not. But I should figure out what kind of things I like, at least."

[tropicalstorm]

"Atta girl," Haizea says and claps her on the back once. In great timing, the bartender is back with their two identical drinks.

"Here we go, let's start with figuring out what you think 'bout rum & cola! Don't worry, I won't mind if you don't like it," she says, winks, and picks up her drink to take a big swig out of it.

[scandeled]

Matilda flashes the bartender a bright smile, chimes a cheerful 'thank you' at them, before picking up the drink.

"Okay! I'm ready!" Matilda says, a little too enthusiastically, as she tries to take an equally big swig of the drink. Which works out fine until she realizes how much rum is in her drink, and she chokes a little.

[tropicalstorm]

Oooh oh no, rookie mistake! Haizea appreciates when a bar makes a strong drink, but in this case a weaker one may have been better. "Whoa there, you uh, might wanna pace yourself? You want any water?"

[scandeled]

“N-no! I’m fine!” Matilda says, probably a bit too loudly, and just. throws back the drink like some kind of madwoman, in an attempt to prove herself.

[tropicalstorm]

"Oh my god," Haizea says softly. If the alcohol content didn't get her, the carbonation of the cola probably would. She just kind of watches Matilda chug the drink helplessly, and silently decides to take responsibility for whatever happens next.

[scandeled]

She doesn't get far before the carbonation hits her and she feels her nose and throat burning at the same time. Her throat because of the alcohol, her nose because EVERYTHING IS TRYING TO COME OUT OF HER NOSE. Matilda frantically thrusts her glass at Haizea to hold for her, pressing her free hand to her face to try not to make a complete and utter mockery of herself.

[tropicalstorm]

Haizea grabs the glass and swiftly snags as many drink napkins as she can can reach, steers Matilda away from the bar towards a wall and blocks anyone who might be looking’s view with her body.

“Here,” she says, and holds the napkins up to her face so Matilda can let her nose drain into them rather than onto the nearest surface, which at this point is Haizea. If Matilda ends up spewing rum & cola all over her, though, Haizea is prepared to accept her fate.

[scandeled]

She clutches the napkins to her face, and she’s holding it back, only now she can’t breathe like, at all. So, she makes an awful decision. She swallows and breathes, and ends up almost drowning herself in the process. But most importantly, she doesn’t shoot rum and coke out her nose. Her eyes might be watering and she might be gasping now, but hey, at least alcohol didn’t come out of her nose!

[tropicalstorm]

Haizea breathes a sigh of relief, she managed to survive!

"Well," she says, and claps her on the shoulder, "I'm impressed! Most people can't get through a chug that well, good on you. But," she puts a finger on her own chin thoughtfully, "it looks like rum & cola might not be the drink for you."

[scandeled]

“M-maybe—- urgh” She places a palm on her stomach, relieved she didn’t opt for a corset for this. She feels sick. “—maybe not.”

[tropicalstorm]

Haizea watches her pat her stomach sympathetically, she’s been there before. It’s been a long time though.

“I think the best drink for you for the rest of the night will be water. Maybe bubbly water if that sounds good to you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the last thing you want right now is more carbonation. Unless,” she looks at her with concern, “the restroom might be a better course of action?”

[scandeled]

"No, I don't wanna-- Awhmahgawd, why did I do that?" She's having so many life regrets now. "Perhaps I should slow down, next time."

[tropicalstorm]

"That's probably a good idea," Haizea says sympathetically. "But hey, now you at least know what not to order next time! Learning what you dislike is just as important as learning what you like."