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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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[Flap flap. Matoba soars and spots a wide window ledge in the tower's walls. It'd be a nice spot for a nest, he thinks.... odd as that is. But for now, he deposits Bunrun there on his paws, although his talons still remain gripped over his back to keep him in place.]
It'd be very foolish of you, for example, to try and escape from all the way up here. [His beak clicks, preening feathers, then glancing down at his prey.] I suppose normally, I would be taking you back to my nest and tearing out your throat, but I don't really have any reason to do that.
How fortunate for you. [His talons adjust, like flexing knuckles.] Shall I bring you back down, before my instincts tell me otherwise?
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His gaze returns to Matoba, preening above him. Something about this situation... hmm Something about this situation gives him a vibe, but he doesn't know what.
Tentatively testing, he shifts a little under Matoba's talons to see how much wiggle room he's got, but probably finds none. )
Do you really think you'd follow your instinct to its natural end point? Or... are you curious enough to want to?
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No...... I'm not a fan of taking wasteful actions.
And, while I don't think you'd hold experimentation against me, others connected to you might. [Mithrun dying sure taught him that, lol.] That's very inconvenient for me.
So I had better just get you back down there safely......
[Still. It is so tempting to grip his talons down....]
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If everything else is unglitched, I'll just respawn at a Chaos Gate.
( He goes a little flat and puddle-like to see if that can help him maneuver out from a gap between his talons... hmmm... )
... Though it's true it might be better not to do it in here.
( He's not trying to get Matoba in trouble. )
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[Such a strange one. Matoba still doesn't know any of the details of his injury, or the injury to his brain; as far as he's concerned, the man remains simply a strange individual, much like himself. It's natural, baby.]
....After all, Telo's home base is PVP enabled....
[Not that they could do much of that while they're animals. Matoba's grip on him tightens again, dashing the hopes of escape as he flaps his wings. Ready to take off again- hope bunny Mithrun enjoys the 'down' part of a roller coaster--]
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He begins to say something else, but that's lost to the winds - literally. Fortunately, though visibly startled, he's not one to scream, because a bunny's scream is truly a heartbreaking thing, but he does go fully still in his talons again, the one useful bit of his instinct telling him to stop wriggling while the ride is in motion. He is a perfectly round little snowball in Matoba's capable claws. )
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[Flapping his wings to brake, he finally releases the little Bunrun from his clutches onto the table with a plop and preens at his feathers.]
Well that was fun, wasn't it!