Now Kiss!

[unheiring]

Who: The Entire (Adult*) Population of the Grove
What: Spin the Bottle Round Three
When: Somewhere in Magic Month
Where: The Inn Lobby
Warnings: Magic will probably go haywire because what's funnier than your emotions spiking and making your windy magic go woosh

*Younger muses can set up their own Spin the Bottle behind the Inn or whatever. Be some punk little rebels I don't care, I'm not your dad.

After two months of terror, it's time for a little whimsy — or so Luca Aurelius says, at least. And since Ain is a perpetual bad influence on him, Luca defaults to the most menacing game he knows: spin the bottle.

The rules are simple, plop down in the middle of a circle and get comfortable. Or maybe you got roped into this by a friend and now you're trying to put on a brave face? Either way, it's time to wait: the bottle will land on you eventually, right?. At that point, the rules are simple: kiss!

You can be brave about it and lock lips, or something mildly more. Or if you're trying to play it cool, a kiss on the hand or cheek should suffice. Luca isn't really enforcing any strict rules. The bastard isn't even playing, what the hell.

(Or, to put it all simply and break the fourth wall: drop your character. Add a little description about their behavior/demeanor prior to the kiss, if you want. Then, wait for someone to tag you, while you do some tagging out of your own! Spinning the bottle is a mutual affair, after all. Just remember to take any escalations off comms and to your inboxes, you fucking menaces)

Hope you're ready to resolve some of that tension you've been ignoring!

Comments

[loansharpedo]

5 shells.

[Corbeau answers without missing a beat, folding his arms as he watches Urbain fight to ignore him.]

Give me everything. With strawberries. That’s the way you would like it, hm?

[justacityboy]

'Kay, you owe me five shells for my shopping I guess. [Urbain says this very flippantly, now wiping down the counters even though he just cleaned them because. yeah. He's trying to ignore Corbeau being like, at his back right now.] And yeah, pull apart bread is at its best when it's sweet.

[Maybe you just like sweets.]

[loansharpedo]

I can think of a lot of things that are at their best when they’re sweet, can’t you?

[He asks casually, walking over to Urbain’s other side.

Are we still talking about bread?]

Some things are just…naturally sweet. A little punchy, but that’s what makes them fun.

[justacityboy]

[Urbain is now feeling cornered, because there's a wall on one side and a Corbeau on the other side and his options are either "run into wall" and "run into Corbeau". So naturally he chooses the wall, inching closer and closer to it as he tries to escape.]

W-well, I wouldn't... I wouldn't make strawberry pull-apart bread punchy. I guess I could add a lemon zest to it... [we are not talking about cooking but Urbain's stupid little brain does not realise this.] But that's too much if I'm adding cinnamon to something sweet like a strawberry so I dunno, it would taste bad. Just sweet.

[And then his hip hits the wall. Fuck—]

[loansharpedo]

[Urbain tries to slip away…which just encourages Corbeau to take a step closer, not making any indication that he notices he’s trying to flee again.]

So what could you add to give it a little…kick?

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Make it talk back a little?

[justacityboy]

Uh—

[Shit. If he moves forward, he crashes into the kitchenette. Moves too far to one side and it's Corbeau. A step backwards and he's going to trip over the little table and chair set behind him after a few steps. Urbain boldly turns around to fully face Corbeau with his back to the wall, his face red and his eyes darting back and forth as he seeks an escape.

Where is Floette when he needs her, why did she abandon him DID SHE GO BACK INTO HER BALL??? GIRL]

A... a bit of star anise gives it some bite...?

[He's not sure they're talking about cooking either anymore.]

[loansharpedo]

Mmm…

[And now he’s even closer, to the point where Urbain will have no choice but to stare back, Corbeau watching Urbain like a predator stalking its prey.]

Sounds delicious, doesn’t it?

[His voice has dropped to a whisper now, and he keeps approaching until they’re a mere foot apart.]

…I can’t wait to get a taste.

[justacityboy]

[i'm moving these sluts]