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altimit2023-09-15 04:11 pm
trollophoroi) wrote in altimit2023-09-15 04:11 pm
[closed] meanwhile, at telophoroi tower...
WHO >> The Telophoroi guild and their +1s.
WHAT >> A dinner party that will surely be calm and enjoyable for all involved.
WHEN >> 9/15, evening.
WHERE >> Telophoroi @ home.
Content Warnings >> May make you hungry, more added if needed.
ARRIVAL
WHAT >> A dinner party that will surely be calm and enjoyable for all involved.
WHEN >> 9/15, evening.
WHERE >> Telophoroi @ home.
Content Warnings >> May make you hungry, more added if needed.
ARRIVAL
[ Welcome! Welcome to the Telophoroi Tower, as the guild leader likes to call it, even though only the interior itself will give that impression. It is, after all, instanced like every other guild @ home. The interior is... curious... at best. It's ominous, not even a little bit friendly-looking, all sharp corners and metal floors and walls. Metallic alien-like tubes curl around the walls and the pillars, crisscrossing the high ceilings, and creeping along the edges of walls; it could easily be a dungeon interior, provided it had actual monsters inside.IT'S TIME TO EAT
Greeting the guild members and guests alike is the Guild Grunty with a bowlcut and, just for tonight, a purple butler's outfit instead of its usual cultist robes. It still wiggles its hooves at people as they enter, though, as proclaims, ]
OoOoOo! Welcome... to your doom! [ Wait, that isn't right. It visibly sweats for a second during a pause, then remembers to add, ] And your dinner! Yes, and your dinner, hehehe~
[ It will also offer to take coats if needed, then lead them to the meeting room (now masquerading as a dining room); it's only slightly less intimidating than the rest of the tower and that's only because the lighting is nice, candles have been added, there's some very low classical music playing somewhere in the background, but it is still definitely part of the tower with the table being wicked metal with thinner imprints of those alien-like pipes running wild in the design, and the chairs are massive metal thrones, difficult to move, although green and purple cushions have been added to offer some comfort.
They will also find that there are, in fact, assigned seats.
There are some little Coronation Chicken Pies and Blue Cheese and Pear Appetizers for snacking while they wait as well as Cultist Grunty offering to pour them either champagne or, if they aren't interested in alcohol, some sparkling lemonade.
If asked about where the guild's leader, Fandaniel, is, Cultist Grunty will assure them that he's only putting the finishing touches on tonight's meal and will be with them shortly. ]
[ And after about a half hour of arrival, the lights of the room... flicker, flicker, and then shut off, plunging the party into pitch darkness. Even the candles go out, though only long enough for people to exclaim or react.Bit of a Beastly Dessert, Isn't It?
When they come back on, Fandaniel, dressed up in his own butler skin (although it doubles quite well as merely looking fancily dressed), has made his appearance at the head of the table, where his seat had been left empty right up until now. He's standing, arms spread out wide, a grin on his face, and the starter course set out on little plates before them. ]
Hello! Hello, my dear friends. I am so glad that you could all join me for our little dinner party. I do hope you have been enjoying yourselves thus far. Now! [ And lowers his arms so that he can clap them together upon saying that word. ] Let me introduce you to our meal for the evening.
[ And he'll go over what they'll be having tonight! The menu is as follows:Starter Course: Hot Tofu, a simple dish of tofu and dashi kombu with a little bowl of sauce to pour over it.And every time a course is finished, the lights will, once again, go off and, when they come back on, the course will be swapped out. It's quite a bit of showmanship, but only possible thanks to Cultist Grunty changing up the room's configuration on the fly as well as the timing it had worked out with Fandaniel. Still! It offers a very mysterious bit of ambiance to the meal. ]
1st Course: Chawanmushi with Matsutake Mushroom, a savory egg custard flavored with dashi stock, soy sauce, and mirin, steamed in a cup.
2nd Course: Unadon, grilled eel brushed with sweet and savory unagi sauce and served atop a bed of rice.
3rd Course: Shoyu Ramen, made with a flavorful pork-bone broth with wavy noodles and topped with bamboo shoots, meltingly tender pork belly, and thin-sliced green onion.
4th Course: Tempura Vegetables, sweet potatoes, mushrooms, Kabocha squash, lotus roots, and eggplant deep-fried in a crispy, crunchy tempura batter served alongside a dipping sauce.
[ Then comes the last course, the dessert course. Once again, the lights go off, they come back on, all the dishes are cleared and new plates and utensils sit before them all. There's more on the platters set across the table but each dish has a serving of sweet potato pie, done in the Japanese style, which is a far cry from what more Western types may expect from a pie like that. It's a flaky pastry, nice and sweet, but not overly so.
Cultist Grunty goes about a glass of a dark dessert wine for all. This time, there is no alternative, but seeing as dessert wines are meant to be savored in a small amount, those who want less will certainly get less. The reason why they're insisting everyone has wine will be apparent soon enough when Fandaniel raises his glass to offer a toast to them. ]
And this is where we end the night, I fear! Our last course, our dessert. Fai was kind enough to lend a hand in the kitchen with it. I would also like to thank him and Hien both for making the little treats we had before the dinner began. They were quite good, were they not? Ah, and, of course! [ He'll nod towards Cultist Grunty in his cute little tuxedo. ] Our dear Cultist Grunty has been an infinite source of aid during the past two days in getting this all set up. He handled all those little light tricks and all the dish swaps.
[ And then to the rest of the party. ]
And to the rest of you, for better or worse... [ At this point, probably worse, let's be real here. ] We've been having an interesting time in this game but I am glad you all took the time to humor me and my desire to hold a little dinner party like this. So, to all of you!
[ And that's the cue to drink and... now for the real reason he wanted everyone to drink the wine. See, Fandaniel has laced it with one of the game's potions, only! Only, well, originally the Potion of Fang and Claw, which should have given them nothing more than some cute animal ears and tails, ends up doing something wildly different.
Everyone who drinks the wine will find themselves turned completely into an animal.
Glasses will tumble to the floor, breaking and spilling wine everywhere. Armor and clothing will pop off as items, unequipped, as they no longer fit their bodies. Surprise! Enjoy spending the next 24 hours as a talking animal! ]
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[It takes him a few moments of blinking about before he sees the little red gremlin left in Hien's chair........]
[His beak clicks again.]
Were you feeling left out? [No hiding the amusement in that tone. He steps over to the edge of the table, peering down at him.]
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Then proceeds to smack his face with his tail. ]
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[Matoba hops away with a ruffled flap of his wings, then snaps his beak at Hien's stupid tail. But it's just all fur!! There's too much damn fur!!]
Don't take it out on me, what on earth did you go and drink that for??
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[ He's not going to inspect anyone else, thanks. ]
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[Have you ever seen a bird sigh? Matoba's eyes slowly close and open again, then he starts preening himself. Ugh, fur on his feathers.]
And? Can you?
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[ Yeah. He's your idiot now, Matoba. Congratulations.
he's not inspecting u!!!!!!!!! ]
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[Matoba's head- his whole body, really, but mostly his head sway side to side in a very obvious smh, returning to preening.]
Well, now what? [Idiot!!] How long do these potions tend to last? A day?
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[ Small blessings. ]
I don't know the origins of these, but we can assume that they'll also last a day. Why don't you go and do things that you couldn't before because you can fly now?
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[Now that was a little QOL he didn't expect. Thanks(?), devs.]
Hmh. That is an idea, although I don't have access to any of my equipment or spells... That could be a little dangerous, hm?
[If he gates out, that is. But he ponders, blinking at Hien again.]
I think you're a little too large, but........... [Remember what happened to Bunrun?? He's looking at Hien like that now. His talons stretch, leaning...]
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I'm small enough. If you can't lift me, that's a skill issue.
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[Bitch. With a flap of wings, he goes for Hien's face with his BEAK. HOW'S THIS FOR A SKILL ISSUE??]
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[Matoba caws again, like a warning sound, and flutters his wings to get out of the way of this panda-sumo maneuver. He can fly, Hien!! Fluttering up and away, he lands further down on the table, then dives at him again with his talons this time.]
[He grabs onto one of Hien's fuzzy arms and tries to start dragging. Huff, puff. He's so heavy.....]
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This is funny to him. ]
You can do it. Just a little more.
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[Oh, you want to GO go, panda boy??]
[Dropping his grip on Hien's arm, he reaches his talons for his face instead. Hien better grovel for mercy if he wants forgiveness!!]
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So this red panda tries to smack Matoba's talons away by smacking him from the side. ]
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[What is this, hawk karate?? A glint out of Matoba's eye reminds him that there's a bunch of shiny silverware on the table, too... He might not be a crow, but ...]
I never got to fight you seriously again. [Matoba fluffs his wings, and carefully tiptoes his talons around Hien.] This is very inconvenient, but chances like this don't come along often, hm....?
[Insane fight instincts?? Even as bird. It's almost like the predator instincts come naturally to him......]
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[ He can't tell if this is meant to be insulting or not, but he just does the same as before, trying to smack Matoba again from the side. Being a red panda isn't equipped for fighting like this, but at least he can look cute while doing it. ]
If you wanted to, you could have just asked.
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[He flutters again and steps around, waiting for his chance again.]
...Well, in your case, it's more like a defense... Those little claws of yours don't seem to be doing much.
[If there's anything Hien should have taken from the first time Matoba came at him, it's that he has little regard for his own wellbeing if it means he's chasing after what he wants.]
[He makes another dive, this time trying to grab onto a paw and flip him onto his back.]
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That's why Hien finds this even funnier as he grabs an empty plate to not shield himself from the attack, but to try and conk Matoba over the head with it. Sure it's hard holding the plate, but it's doable. ]
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[Or maybe 'clink'? 'Clank'?? Matoba's beak bounces off and he seems disoriented for a moment, shaking himself out as he stumbles back. What the hell! He doesn't even have thumbs!!]
[...Well if that's how it's going to be.]
[His talons close over a knife!! What now, Hien!! The next time Matoba comes flying at him, it's with knife in tow.]
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Anyway, Hien curls up and rolls off the table, goes to hide behind various animals including Misteaks as a Lion.
Then he sticks his tongue out at Matoba from a distance. ]
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[Don't mess with the knife hawk!!!]