songerein | { stroke of midnight }

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{ stroke of midnight }

STROKE OF MIDNIGHT

Although the Masquerade is being held on the night of the Fourteenth, some new problems arise in the days after. This log is split into two sections, the Masquerade and Around Town. Everyone is free to participate in either or both, whichever catches your interest.

More details on everything can be found here and here. As a reminder, events double as our TDMs and information can be found here with arrival details here. Any outside characters participating in the log are canonly logged as appearing in Songerein in February and will remain in Songerein from the IC date of February 14 through 28. TDM only characters can only thread within this log. Anyone who apps in and is accepted will have their character count February as their first time in the game without any disruption, so all content will carry over. Those who do not apply will disappear which should not seem too unusual, however players in game can choose to retcon and pretend a character was never there to begin with if it would be easier; or even think their presence was just a dream.

IMPORTANT! All outside characters MUST have "TDM" in their subject line, even if you might not app. This will help people differentiate those who are already in the game and those who are not.

TDM threads are required for samples. Refer to the Game Info for general information and feel free to toss any questions here. Reserves will open Wednesday, February 22nd and Applications will open on March 1. Our next cycle after won't be until JULY.

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Katekyou Hitman Reborn - Hayato Gokudera
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Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time - Link
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Marvel Cinematic Universe - Kate Bishop
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Xenoblade Chronicles 3 - Sena
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I. MASQUERADE

It's time for the masquerade and the carriages will start arriving before sunset. Upon arrival, everyone who leaves the carriage (or mercilessly spat out if they try to resist) will be greeted by fairy godmothers with an eye for the most dramatic and extravagant fashion. It's a masquerade, after all! For those who already arrive with their outfits, the fairy godmothers may add a little embellishment here and or just change it completely if they think it could look better. For those who did not, they will create a whole new outfit that would fit the wearer perfectly—with magic of course. They will also create the masks and half of the glass slipper brooch that everyone will wear. The masks are enchanted so that regardless of obvious personality or physical traits, they are somehow unrecognizable at first. While it is possible to figure it out through interaction, or if it's someone they already know well, it's more likely they need to reveal their identity first. These outfits can be kept even after the masquerade is over.

A. Get in the Carriage. As the pegasus drawn carriages begin to arrive to transport those who have decided to attend the masquerade, there is some commotion from others. The pair of coach mice—who are only about four feet tall—can be found smiling and cheerily squeaking about the masquerade as they grab and literally throw protesting individuals into the carriage, whereupon the door will immediately shut behind them. Ho ho ho, it'll be such a grand time! Will anyone try to help the poor soul? Or perhaps help the mice? Maybe you're a struggling victim instead. Should anyone want to try and drive the carriage, they might have a chance…but good luck having the pegasi listen to them. Eventually the carriage will land and take them to the front of the castle where the masquerade is hosted.

B. Half of a Pair. Near the entrance, everyone is encouraged to pull out one or more of the shoe brooches contained in a large bowl. The rules are simple: 1) use the brooch to lead them to the person wearing the other half; 2) spend whatever time or activity with them, be it general socializing, a dance, a walk in the gardens; 3) keep the brooch or return it to a designated "Used" bowl. The brooches will absorb whatever kind of dreamotion energy is formed between the two, and the stronger it is, the brighter (if positive) or darker (if negative) it will glow. The interaction can be romantic, platonic, or hostile. For those who do happen to "click" and wish for some privacy, there are numerous terraces and balconies available. Some are public, but there are quite a few with curtains, so be sure to close them to signal the balcony is occupied!

C. Dancing in the Air. The main draw will be the dance floor, and the ballroom is wide and spacious to accommodate numerous pairs to dance to their hearts' content—the music is played by enchanted instruments so they'll keep going without much of a break! Of course, what makes this dance floor truly special is how it uses dreamotion energy to lift everyone up—literally. Pairs who are having a fun time may find themselves floating up and dancing in the air instead of on the ground. Somehow they can maintain some balance…but it's just as easy to lose it.

D. Royal Banquet. There are numerous tables one can use and be served an assortment of foods. In fact, one could make special requests and somehow the dragons serving will be able to make it, or at least as close as possible. One just has to imprint the idea of the dish onto a special card that the chefs will use to recreate it. There are also two bowls filled with special tear drop chocolates, one with only white, pink, and red, and the other filled with the other colors. The "game" is to randomly choose one from each bowl and share a kiss depending on what is picked.

E. Out in the Gardens. Every castle has extravagant gardens, and this one is no different. Filled with numerous pink, red, and white flowers, the gardens have their typical fare…with not so typical effects.

Extravagant mazes that one could easily get lost in are common, but what's special about these gardens is that the flowers will emit a soft, sweet scent that will feel as if they are walking through a dream. In fact, the section they are going through will begin to change to look like a place from their world and must now find their way out. When this change happens, only those who are in the area will be affected and no one else can enter the area until the main person affected gets out. Those inside can help, and there are no threats—it's all in simple fun…unless the place evokes certain memories and emotions for the person. Might not be as fun for them, then.
A crystal greenhouse where the temperature is perfectly warm (or cold!) and houses various different flowers. Here some may recognize flowers from their world, the scents also creating nostalgia. There are instructions left that indicate anyone can try to help grow the flowers. The key ingredient will be dreamotion energy, and should they succeed in creating a blossom, a small marble containing a symbol of their home. There are also special daisies that can be used to play the "they love me they love me not" game. If the last petal is "they love me," then become extra flirty and clingy. If it's "love me not," they become angry, jealous, and possessive. The effects only last for a short time…unless they keep plucking flowers.
The white fountain in the center of the gardens will have a bit of a musical playful side. It will splash colorful water at any who pass by, chime-like notes playing out as it does. But if one were to drop a flower that has absorbed positive dreamotion into its water, it will calm and let people sit to look and relax. There is also a strange frog wearing a crown that claims to be a prince. For those who believe its words that a kiss will free him from the curse, they will be sorely disappointed as nothing happens and the frog just laughs and hops away.

II. AROUND TOWN

A. Mask Up. Attracted by the masquerade, some enchanted masks have found their way to town and are now finding their way onto people, be it by tricking their victims to be put on or just forcibly latching themselves on. Depending on the type of mask, the wearer will behave based on a festive, dramatic emotion. While wearing the mask, the dreamotion that is projected is stronger. Examples are angry emotions will cause tremors and cracks on the ground, happiness could blind people or will cause confetti to fly everywhere, while sad ones will cause clouds and drizzling rain to appear overhead. The only way to remove it is to somehow make the other person feel the opposite of whatever emotion the mask is using. Once the mask’s emotion is countered and stabilized, it could be removed or even fall off if the countering emotion is strong enough. Masks can also be captured and collected before they attach to someone.

B. Special Messages. Throughout the month, valentine's are being delivered to people all over town. Some are even receiving some from the fae and dragons who live outside… Perhaps some caution should be had from those. Regardless, while the messages are brimming with both platonic and romantic (and questionable) love, the messengers are a bit… Well they need help.

Insightful Mockingbirds. Special mockingbirds are flying around and perch on random shoulders. They have the ability to "read" a person's thoughts and repeat them out loud. Without warning. Hope there aren't any secrets because that bird is going to make it public, especially if it's an observation or thought—good or bad—about another person. Good luck shooing it away, too—it'll stick around for a while because it might enjoy sowing this bit of chaos.
Arrow Delivery. The group from last year have decided to use their prank arrows for good and start a business in delivering special Valentine's messages via arrow. A "shot to the heart" in the less literal sense this time! While some of their archers are skilled, others are…less so. Some are hitting a bit too close to comfort or way off the mark. Some messages are going to the wrong person entirely. Help avoid, retrieve, or even deliver these messages around town.

C. Candy Kisses. A special assortment of flat bottomed, tear shaped chocolates are currently selling like hotcakes and can be found practically everywhere. Their main selling point is they come in different colors and each color has a special effect that will make the eater want to kiss the person near them in a certain way (see chart). Some people are deliberately swapping the wrappers around, so be careful!

D. Bleeding Hearts Return. It's Valentine's, yet Cupid is nowhere to be seen. That is because he's still corrupted from last year and now he's thirsting for love, any love. Using the Bleeding Hearts from last year, Cupid is using them to gather all that jealous, possessive love, but of course that's going to make it worse. We're not tackling Cupid here, but the main goal will be helping those who are afflicted by the Bleeding Hearts and purifying them via dreamotion instead of just destroying them. Purifying the Bleeding Hearts with pure love—romantic, platonic, familial, reminders of how they are loved and cared for by others—will help Cupid. Of course this could backfire and make the person feel worse, so be careful!

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[ Indeed they are adopting it, though that gives way to another question: ]

It is not a custom of your world, either?

[She thinks for a moment, but ultimately shakes her head.]

I've never heard of a holiday by that name, or anything that resembled all of this. What about you?

In a manner. [ There’s a mild wave of his free hand, and itmay seem that he’s about to leave it at that.

But then he volunteers: ] A day for one to give gifts, followed by a month later for the recipient to reciprocate, if they so choose. It was based off an old legend of gods, but the modern era has since commercialized it.

[His expanded answer is a surprise to her, which is telling for her suspicions. She'd thought she knew, but maybe...? Then again, he speaks of both old and new as if he'd witnessed both.]

...I like the idea of that. An exchange of gifts, with time to think about what you'd like to offer in return. It's unusual, but in a good way.

[ It was a custom many enjoyed, no matter ancient or modern. He nods quietly in agreement, although he offers a small correction: ] If the other would wish to give something in return. They are never obligated to.

Another sensible policy. It would be bad if someone who received their gift was put in a bad spot as a result. Or if one didn't want to give the wrong impression too early.

[Such as, someone sharing their feelings with another before they were ready to do so...]

[ Her words strike deeper than he’d care to admit. While he doesn’t exactly appear uncomfortable, he shifts his weight and frowns. He looks at the contents of his glass. ]

Best to determine, first, if the other reciprocates. Otherwise, as you suggest, it burdens the receiver.

[ How unpleasant. He truly should have walked away, instead of answering.

…It can be said that the youths of his Star do not treat the holiday so seriously, as it is meant to be sweet and fun, filled with love, gifts, and chocolates. ]

[That strikes a chord with her as well, and is sufficient proof for her to recognize who this is. She'd been close anyway, so this merely cinches it. Now the only question is, what to do with this yet-unacknowledged information.]

I won't disagree. But on the other hand, how would you know, if you didn't ask?

[She hesitates for a moment, debating, but he probably knows already. No sense in delaying the inevitable. Thus she adds, more quietly,]

Isn't that so, Somnus.

[ Masks off… figuratively speaking. Although the necklace was an obvious give-away.

Honesty softens his tone, ]

I needed time to think, as well.

[Now that she's said it, she can see through the illusion as if it had entirely fallen away, and his face is clear enough- as much as she can see around the mask at least. He's a much easier read than before, that's for sure.

She smiles gently, without judgment.]

I thought as much. Something was compelling you, wasn't it?

[The more she looked back on it - and the longer his silence lingered after the fact - the more she suspected it wasn't entirely on the level. And then she'd had to sit back and really examine whether or not that suspicion left her feeling disappointed in the aftermath.]

An arrow’s enchantment. [ He acknowledges this with a slight nod of his head, and although he lifts his glass once more, he refrains from taking another sip. ]

However… [ Even now he struggles to determine if the arrow had been completely able to wash him over with feelings of adoration, or if there had been a deeper foundation for the effect to overtake him so easily. If he had been struck by the arrow, and someone else happened to walk by, would he have fallen so easily?

He is unsure if he is ready for any conclusion, because if it is the latter, it would be best to keep distant.

But it would be a disservice to her to leave it at that, much less brush off everything he said as an effect by a curse. ]

…Much of what I said remains true. [ He looks at her intently, an expression that the mask does not hide. ] You are an admirable woman.

[She'd expected the confirmation, but not the continuation, so her eyes widen a little as he speaks. Her first impulse is to respond with a quip or a quiet dismissal (admirable? All she knows how to be is herself), but something in his eyes makes her stop. This is Somnus, after all, and now it seems he is himself again. Yet still, he can say something like that. He must know what kind of impression he's giving, after everything, looking at her with an intensity to his gaze that can only be intentional.

"Admirable" does not equate to "attractive" or "desired", though. There's a wide gap between those when left unspoken.]

Thank you, [is her quiet answer, finally.] I admire you, as well. And what you said was... [...words. Words are hard.] ...Despite my answer at the time, it didn't make me unhappy. [Vague, but accurate.] Am I right in thinking you're... conflicted?

[ A pause, and then a nod.

He recalls her saying she had been flattered, but her expression suggested anything but. If nothing else, she it seems she knows him well enough to determine that he wasn’t in the right state of mind…. That alone proves how valuable their relationship is as it stands, a friendship strong enough to see through illusions.

This world has been both cruel and kind to him, and one of those kindnesses comes in the form of having met her. He must not ruin it. ]

Have you ever fallen before, Kisara? [ His tone suggests that he’s not looking for a confirmation if she wishes not to give it, but rather, it is part of an explanation. ]

[There's some comfort to be found in his response; if he's conflicted still, then she has a better excuse for her own uncertainty. Not that she needs it, exactly, just... it is nice to be on the same page. God knows they could use more equal footing between them. part of her hesitation is that she'd like to feel more confident around him, and him feeling uncertain actually gives her some security in her own... uncertainty. Which sounds absurd, but it is what it is...

As for his question:]

I haven't, no. And I'm not especially experienced witnessing it around me. I suppose what makes me hesitate is I don't know what to look for. I don't... want to muddle things up.

[In this, it seems, they are well matched.]

[ Given her history, it is not surprising to hear this. Given the options, between a relationship and surviving, most would choose the latter, and in her circumstance, it may not have even been a choice to not pursue someone. She needed to live.

Yet, with all of what she has accomplished in her world, it is curious to hear she has reservations. But exploring this is not the point of his question. ]

Then you should know that roots take to soil before ever showing their bloom.

[ In other words, it does not come from nothing. Like seeds hidden in the ground beneath one's soles, those that tend their garden may remain ignorant of the prospect of a flower beneath. Then, still shadowed by other plants-- that is, duty, legacy, or even a goal to liberate one's world from whatever threatens it-- it may remain hidden while it grows. Whether the gardener deems it a weed or otherwise, as well as what it represents, is up to them.

But if it's anything the arrow's enchantment showed him, it is that he values her company as it is.

He lets the statement stand alone for a few seconds, his expression remaining stone. ]

[She nods thoughtfully, giving those words the consideration they deserve. It's by no means an alien concept. Similar to building friendships and rapport between companions, it isn't normal to just jump into things. "Love at first sight" is a storybook tale, not something that tends to happen in reality. She'd watched a relationship happen in real time between Alphen and Shionne, but theirs was an unusual situation, the electricity between them being quite literal, considering her thorns. They'd fought and bickered and fussed and cared for one another. It was fairly obvious to anyone with eyes where they had the potential to end up, and truly, good for them. Anyone who made each other happy like that deserved a happy ending.

But as for her... as for them... she enjoyed his company, his thoughtful way of managing his words, his commanding presence. She'd enjoyed it even while he still stood as a suit of armor, but ever since he'd revealed his true form to her, she'd noticed more the nuances of his expression, the subtle shifts that accompany his tone of voice. How he'd begun to let himself be more human. And sure, it helps that his face is a handsome one. But she'd approached him before then, over and over, to spend time with him.

She'd approached him at the wedding, intending to ask him to dance. They'd bickered then, in their own way, parted unhappily, and she'd wondered if that would be the end of it. Had been grieved to tears at the thought of him finding her unworthy. He'd sought her out afterward, taking the time and care to apologize, and in the time between she'd managed to forgive him for his careless words. She'd chosen the dress she wears right now to accompany the jewelry he'd given her- not for him, but he'd nonetheless been in her thoughts. He was... rooted in her soil already. She knew that much. She only didn't know what was growing.

So, rather than worrying about what the answer is just yet, she instead offers up that same question she'd discarded months ago:]

Would you like to dance with me?

[He can refuse. Perhaps it's too presumptuous, too publicized. But if he accepts... well, maybe she'll pay more attention to how she feels when he rests his hands on her.]

[ Earlier, he had admitted that he needed time to gather his thoughts. A definitive answer, if there is any, still eludes him. But with the arrow and this exchange, he has become aware that there is... something. Something different in the way he treats her, regards her, and thinks of her compared to others. A dangerous path, that, and one he cares not to pursue. The conclusion of that path means distance is the correct option, but their status quo allows him to remain. Between the two, it is the latter he selfishly seeks, for he can naught but find himself drawn to her company.

Thus, Somnus raises his arm, placing it lightly across his chest. Holding her gaze, and without lowering his head, he bows towards her, holds, straightens, and then offers his hand. ]

It would be an honor.

[ Truly, he thinks. Who would ever say no? ]

[An honour, he says. That's a kindness she won't soon forget. With a gently brightening smile she accepts his hand, fingers curling around his. For all her labour-hardened callouses, it is a softer touch than one might expect. She is admittedly still unsure - as much about the dancing as their mutual intentions here - but she's had more practice with the former by now, and for the latter, she's willing to try. In the moment, she's happy to allow him to take the lead. She has no desire to push when they're both so uncertain.]

You may be missing your armor before long, and I'm sorry in advance if I misstep. I'm still getting used to these heels.

[At least the music currently playing isn't too boisterous, so they can take their time a little.]

[ Her palm makes contact with his, and his fingers curl around hers. Like this, he leads her toward where others already dance. A rhythmic string melody plays at court, and it is accompanied by the faint percussion of chimes and an accent of flutes. As for what the fae dance, it appears to be a simple piece with a few turns for flair, fairly similar to something from his own world. Just in case, Somnus counts the dancers' steps as they approach, committing them to memory.

At the edge of the dancefloor, Somnus turns to face Kisara. He lifts their joined hands to the side, pointing them in the direction they will travel as they dance. The preemptive apology is clear, but he has no intention of having it be necessary at all. ]

Allow me to lead, [ His reply is low in pitch as if seeking permission, and with that same cadence, he speaks again almost as giving a promise: ] and I shan't let you stumble.

[ He lifts his other hand to her upper back, where for a moment his fingers twitch against her skin.

...Her dress is backless. Of course it is. He knew this.^{He knew this.} ]

[She'd intended to let him, expecting him to be more experienced and as usual a stickler for tradition, so his offer is responded to with a nod. This particular societal norm isn't bothersome to her at least, and his guidance is welcome.

She shifts into the dance position, edging closer and more into his personal space than she would normally stand, the proximity making all the more evident their new height difference. As a suit of armour he'd loomed tall over everyone, but as a human - ghostly or not - he's closer to her own height. Now not only are his features more prominent, but they are ever closer to her own face. Impossible not to stop herself from turning a little pink at the realization.

She feels his fingers on her back, and both the contact and subsequent twitch makes her blink in surprise. Leaving her back exposed is so second nature to her by now that she hadn't considered the mechanics of it- people don't generally touch her there, after all. Meanwhile, a dance sort of requires it. She feels a slight shiver go up her spine, almost anticipatory. His fingers are cool to the touch, but it isn't an unpleasant point of contact.

She glances up at him, gauging his expression.]

I'm in your hands, then.

[Literally and figuratively, it seems. Hopefully he's alright. (Hopefully she's alright.)]

[ After waiting for the appropriate timing, he brings her into the dance, keeping them near the other couples that appear to be new to the steps as well. ] Divide your attention, [ As he brings them through the first set of steps, he instructs. ] between the timing of the song, the steps, and your partner. [ He keeps his eyes leveled with hers, expression calm through the mask. Whether it's over-confidence or self-assuredness, he doesn't appear wary of any potential toe-stepping. In fact, his attention seems fixed upon her as he remains diligent in his movement.

Meanwhile, his hand remains upon her back, unmoving from its spot, respectful, while allowing some space between them in case she needs to look at her feet.

Somnus leads her across the first set of measures, then the next as the beats repeat; overall, a simple pattern to follow for beginners, but with room for improvisation for those more advanced. ] Do you see the pattern?

[Kisara is not typically a clumsy person; she moves with confidence, shoulders back and chin up, cautious or bold when the situation calls for either. She lives like someone who grew up too fast and understands herself well. Her thoughts on her own dancing abilities were honest, lacking the experience to excel right from the start, but she is a quick study. As they move through the steps, her movements following his feet as well as his advice, she shifts her gaze quickly between taking note of their shifting feet and focusing on his eyes. By the time they finish the second rotation, she's looking more assured than she'd been from the start.]

I can see it. It's not complicated... I can keep going.

[The longer they dance, the more she'll watch the latter instead of the former, until she's able to keep her eyes on him without looking down. He looks so calm, practically unreadable. Rather than gawking at her own feet, she wants to watch his expression, to see if he's able to drop that mask of his. The mask beneath the mask, that is.]

[ And what she’ll find behind the mask is something different now that they’ve begun. His expression is quiet as before, but the slight lower of his brow shows that he’s also focused— or perhaps attentive, given how he does not demand too much in the way he leads, but instead guides and adjusts her pace. Contemplation swirls like a current within his eyes; even now, even during a dance, he appears to be thinking.

And rather than seriousness shading his brow with intense thought, instead his mien appears lifted. ]

There is a turn. [ As the tempo builds, he turns his head slightly, dipping his head forward, closer to her ear to speak above the music. The earring she wears sways, nearly catching at his chin. ] A spin, on your part.

[ He draws back to measure her expression. They needn’t try, if she doesn’t wish, but as if in preparation, his touch between her shoulder blades becomes a mere dust of his fingertips, ready to allow her to spin.

She may have seen the step before, one in which the dancer steps out with their right foot and spins to show off the trail of their gown (or wings, given their company), only to come reeling back to their partner’s arms. ]

[A slight shiver passes through her, hearing his voice so close to her ear, offering guidance towards the next step. As they draw back again and he leads her into it if she wishes, her expression is a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation, both because it is new yet exciting. She's witnessed it, of course, watching from the sidelines as those around her twist and turn, gracefully leaving the embrace of their partners to greet the world and come back again. It looks... fun. So yes, she wants to try it. At his unspoken question she nods, sliding away from him and twisting her body step by step, lifted on her heels to make each one light and quick, until their only connection is their joined hands. The world blurs around her, a rush of colour, more dizzying than a two spins- in and out - ought to appear. The fabric of her dress flutters at the edges, though it's too tight to flair outwards in a way that is truly satisfying. Next time, she thinks, she might try a fluttery dress. Just to see how it feels. She halts at the end of the first twist, her free hand outstretched, and she looks fleetingly toward him. He's watching her.

She closes her eyes, reversing the turn, trusting her instincts and his guiding hand to pull her in again, and just like that, she's back in his arms. Face flushed, she looks up at him, and her eyes are bright, her smile broadening. She did it.]

I've never done that before, [she says, a laugh in her voice.]

[ It should come as no surprise surprise that she masters the steps to dance. Kisara is a seasoned warrior, and one of her caliber should be capable of adapting to a simple set of repetitive moves with an occasional turn, which she completes without a single stumble.

But she does more than that. She's smiling, her voice carries as breathless laugh, her eyes are bright with joy as if he had somehow given her something, when she could have done this with anyone else with the same results. She returns to his arms, and his palm happens to catch her in a position slightly lower than it once was, the small of her back.

His tone is distant. ] Perhaps you will be the first to fly in this dance. [ Because when her fingers had slipped from his from the spin, it had almost seemed she had been about to float away from him. Or maybe it was his imagination.

It doesn't matter.

Without missing a beat, he brings them into the next steps, following the pattern of the other dancers. ]

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