The Mistletoe Spin Group #6 Summer Camp 2024

norwegian ❅ russian ❅ english ❅ swedish

august 2 outfit

@Qrowley Beithir @EmmaLee LeDames

i was waitin', in the garden - contemplatin', beg your pardon

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In front of her, EmmaLee was explaining the several reasons why Astrid was in the wrong during the prank war. As if the Conspira-sea didn't also ruin the Horntail's tent. Sure, both tents were in the wrong, but not all the blame could go on Durmstrang! Yes, they were older, stronger, and overall just better, so damage could be done. But still, the girl was not in the wrong for helping her school, and since she was not here to argue more, she just nodded. "It is true that pranks on friends are the funniest, but what's done is done. No grudges?" She actually didn't really care if the English girl held grudges against her. But for politeness and just for the act, she still asked to make sure. Dancing to the rhythm of the music, in a weirdly perfect synchronization with the others, Astrid found herself passing in front of many students before the music stopped. She ended up under the mistletoe with a boy, who just covered his mouth, smiling. Then he made a gesture with his hand, probably sign language. She knew basics of Norwegian sign language, but she didn't think that he was using NSL. The message was still understandable, they were under a mistletoe, but he didn't want to kiss her. The girl just smiled and said "No problem, whatever you're comfortable with." It's not as if she was going to force him, only a week after almost being kissed against her will by Romeo and his slug.

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sta ● 11 | eva ● 9 | str ● 6 | wis ● 10 | arc ● 7 | acc ● 9
fearless - obnoxiously strong - keen eye - charmer
charmer opponents everyone
action smiling to Ren, respecting his choice
Post 1 - 2 - 3

Linda was getting tired of always changing partners. It was probably nice idea, but the longer she spent this dance like this, the more she was starting to get distracted by thoughts about Quentin.

Unfortunately, this summer camp they didn't see each other ad much as she would want due to how busy it was with sports and exams. However, thinking about it now, Linda could say she was actually starting to regret not getting more time for Quentin.

Another dance finished and she was once again with someone she didn't even know. As candle above them started to drip on them, she followed her current dance partner to the side. Are you alright? Seems like this dancing is not only keeping deciding for us with whom and where to dance but also can be as usual harmful. She thought about using spell, but decided to just leave it.

This was starting to be traditional. Hogwarts, balls, dance, we're always ending up with something bad. Why it was still going on was a mystery for Linda. As she sighed and kept looking at Quentin, she thought what would they do if they would get under the mistletoe? Would they kiss? Did he want it?

Glancing back at the candles Linda hoped none would be dripping anymore. Weren't they magical?

@Della Barfield as Quentin Gágne
@Mahlioz Evethisame as Zophyr Qethnis

Abilities Perfectionist 1 & 2 Evasive Maneuvers Muggle Condition English || Russian

Action Still JUST dancing Interacting: @EmmaLee LeDames, @Simon Kincaid Miles Thatcher and @Guinevere Russetwood @Qrowley Beithir Ren Willow-Saito Open for Interactions

August 2, 2024

Well, two things of note took place last round, and Stephen was more than glad that the music started up once again. The least troublesome of the two, but still mildly irksome, was being roundly ignored by his last partner. Social niceties be damned, apparently.

That lack of even basic, human acknowledgement was dwarfed by the near instantaneous flash of the starfire pique Stephen saw rise in EmmaLee's eyes when he teased her about being surprised mistletoe was involved in this game. Things had been going well between them, so maybe he had gotten too comfortable when he spouted off something about his eyes turning green. Clearly his teasing had hit a wrong note, but yet again, he was uncertain why.

When they met once again before the music stopped, she appeared to be calmed down and even quipped back at him about not being surprised as Mistletoe did appear in the title, which he had to chuckle at. Of course it did. That one word was probably the reason why most everyone had joined this game if folks were being honest.

It was why he signed up.

But instead of playfully building up any kind of anticipation, he had apparently opened up his mouth and inserted his enchanted dancing foot. His inclination was to try to make it better, somehow, but his track record in this area with her was more minefield than field of dreams. Maybe it was best to work against his natural instincts for now.

As the music started and he danced away from the last partner who could not takes his eyes off of his tentmate, Zophyr, Stephen smiled and greeted those still in the game. He even managed a smile for Astrid, because, well, why not? She and EmmaLee had managed to not tangle, so he could rise to the occasion as well. There was enough going on here tonight without that old grudge to nurse.

When he came upon EmmaLee, he steered far clear of any teasing and told her, most truthfully, how impressed he had been that no loud, harsh words had passed between the two, nor had blood been spilt. "I hope to be more like you one day." He quickly followed that up with, "The bird casting upon the dripping candle was quite an elegant solution. Nice use of creative magic, Miss LeDames," and there was no time for more to be said between them before the dance floor had its way with them and sent them off into the company of others.

Stephen, once again, was under a candle, but at least this one was not dripping. He greeted the girl before him, nodding first with a 1/4 bow at the waist, and then with a proper introduction. Even while stating his name, his thoughts turned to how repetitive and predictably dull this had all suddenly become. "Good evening. My name is Stephen, but you may call me, well, Stephen," and he grinned at his partner, even though his mind was on the beautiful, white-haired constellation in the lovely yellow dress, half a dance floor away from him.

Half a dance floor, or half of any distance between them, suddenly felt too far away.

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RP as Mahoutokoro INPC Kanae Suzuki Interaction with @EmmaLee LeDames
Mentioning:

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RP Date August 2, 2024 Speech Reducio "Kanae's Speech" 'Thoughts'

Outfit/s Reducio x https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/946881890399346484/ x https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/996491855042872948/ x https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/571394271786534152/ x https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/303922674875171891/ hair https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/493988652893486357/ Items: trunks, wand, and small cross body bag her height for rp reasons: 156cm (about 5'1 and a half) Post date August 3, 2024 (16:51)

The girl smiled at her partner, Quentin from Beauxbatons. "The dance is quite strange, yes but it's going well." she replied just before the music started again.

To the brunette's luck, she ended up under the Mistletoe with another girl who looked about her age. She recognised her as the girl her previous partner was looking at. The girl introduced herself to be EmmaLee and suggested to kiss each other's cheeks as a French tradition. "You have a beautiful name," Kanae complimented while giving her signature warm smile. "We can do that I guess" She went for a cheek kiss but instead of her lips touching EmmaLee's, it was just cheek to cheek like what women do when greeting each other in formal events. "Good luck to you EmmaLee" her accent showed.

"Yes, I'm from the Mahoutokoro. Kon'nichiwa" she replied. "What school do you went to?" Kanae knew it wasn't the correct word but she wanted to continue the conversation. Especially because EmmaLee was the first female partner she got. EmmaLee had beautiful long white hair which didn't go unnoticed by Kanae who was a certified girl's girl. "Your hair is very lovely, EmmaLee." she complimented again with her smile.

RP Word Count: 201/200
OOC:
Action: talking to her partner and "kissing" their cheek

Landon was starting to get used to the idea of dancing without actually having to know the steps. When the music started again and he was whisked off to the dance again, he had a small smile on his face, but the smile was a little tense because he was still anxious about the kissing aspect. He looked around as he danced and sighed a little. What were the odds he would end up under the mistletoe yet again? Landon tried to relax. There was no way that he would end up under the mistletoe again. Right? Landon was hopeful at least.

Unfortunately, Landon wasn't lucky this time either... but at least he was with Alyssea this time. He was happy to have some time with her since they had come to the dance together. She was one of his closest friends and he knew she wouldn't pressure him into things. He gave her a relieved smile, his blue eyes relaxing a little. "Finally," he said softly. "I'm doing okay but... this is my third time under the mistletoe and I had no idea this dance would require kissing..." he admitted. He wasn't one to really be that big on physical affection. He did hug his friends of course, but he had never really thought about kissing anyone before.

Landon looked up at the mistletoe when Alyssea gestured toward it. "If it's bad luck, I've already got it," he said with a small laugh. He bit his lip a little at the suggestions. He trusted Alyssea, and he didn't want even worse luck than he already had it... "A hand kiss works," he said. "Maybe it will fix my bad luck from the other two?" he said, laughing a little. He didn't think it would really work, but it was worth a shot. He flushed. He had never kissed anyone before, even on the hand, outside of his family.

As Astrid said her last words on the subject, EmmaLee tried not to roll her eyes. Of course, the Durmstrang girl didn't care if anyone got hurt, but as EmmaLee twirled away, she still said, "No grudges" as she gave her goodbye.
It wasn't like she would ever encounter the girl again or her barbarian friends. It didn't necessarily matter if any of them held grudges or not. It was almost like having a job with someone you dislike. They could dislike each other all they wanted to as long as they could get along when it mattered, and, well, hopefully, it wouldn't matter ever again.

Once she was away from Astrid, she was once again dancing with Stephen, who complimented her on her ability to remain courteous with the Durmstrang girl. Frankly, she might have continued to argue with the girl if she felt like it mattered. If she felt like the girl might admit that it had been a bad move on her friends' part, but that clearly wasn't the Durmstrang way, and arguing with a wall was wholly useless. It was better to just avoid that alley entirely.

As Stephen continued on to complement her "creative casting", EmmaLee blushed and dipped her head a little before being whirled away with no time to respond. Little did he know that she almost fully lost her temper and rained sparks upon them all. The bird spell had been the second spell she had thought of that wouldn't hurt the dancers below. Thank goodness for her consistent O in Transfiguration.

She was a little ashamed at this point of almost losing her temper. She was far too old to let it run wild like that at the slightest push of stress. Granted, she hadn't realized that this game would be so anxiety-inducing. She hadn't realized that it would put her emotions through the ringer like this, from apparently repressed feelings about the Prank Wars, to definitely repressed feelings about Stephen. She hadn't realized that a game like this would upset her so much.

Pulled from her thoughts as the Mahoutokoro girl pressed her cheek against EmmaLee's, EmmaLee made a kiss sound without actually touching the girl's cheek as well and pulled back with a warm smile that matched the girl's. "Good luck to you, too, and thank you. Ah Arigatou." She said, slowly and sheepishly reaching up to her hair to check that it was still pinned in place and also to do something with her nervousness. Frankly, she was surprised that none of it had fallen down yet, given how long it was now. She was having a hard time deciding whether she should cut it any shorter or not, so she had just let it grow to a crazy length.

"I am trying to learn Japanese, but I, admittedly, am not doing very well." She said with a small chuckle. "I go to 'Ogwarts, but I was originally born in France." She continued, by way of explaining her accent, which others had told her was slightly strange because of everywhere she had lived so far. EmmaLee gestured a bit excitedly as she took in the girl's outfit.

"You're outfit is very cute, by the way. I really love your coat and your 'at." She said, waving a hand over the beautiful white coat and gesturing to the girl's head. The white hat complemented the girl's black hair so well. "And your own 'air is quite lovely, too. Is it naturally that straight?"

EmmaLee loved her white curls, one of the reasons she couldn't seem to figure out how long she wanted it, but she admired other people's straight hair, as well. If anything it was probably easier to manage, EmmaLee thought to herself with a little inward giggle.

ACTION:
Chattering

ABILITIES AND STATS:

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Fearless | Dhampir's Aura, Terrible Presence, Lycanothrope's Intimidation, and any spells or potions that cause fear are ineffective.
Calming Presence | Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target.
Prodigal Transfiguration | Able to learn/perform Transfiguration spells above her current year.
STAMINA: 9 | EVASION: 8 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 8 | ARCPOWER: 9 | ACCURACY: 10

Group 6

MODERATION POST

Mods are short but sweet this week. Sorry!

No moderated actions for this group.

The music starts back up again, and the spell whisks everyone away to find a new partner... and by the time the violins fade out once more, each skilled dancer is paired with someone very new, in a situation that is either also new or vaguely familiar...

THE DANCE FLOOR HAS SPOKEN:
Zophyr Qethnis (@Mahlioz Evethisawe) and @Alyssea Brown end up under the mistletoe!
Kanae Suzuki (@Ara Villa) and Ren Willow-Saito (@Qrowley Beithir) end up under a candle.
@EmmaLee LeDames and Stephen Schwartz (@AngelFyre McCubbin) end up under a candle.
@Landon Matthews and Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid) end up under a candle... that is dripping wax on them!
@Linda Ramirez and @Guinevere Russetwood end up under the mistletoe!
Quentin Gagné (@Della Barfield) and Astrid Olsen (@Anastasia Varney) end up under the mistletoe!

For any questions or concerns, please owl the moderator of this event, @Aly Salinger.

Also and very importantly, please make sure your action is clearly visible and separated from the rest of your post. Preferably put it in a quote at the bottom but as long as it's separate that's fine. I would also appreciate an inclusion of any stats and abilities you may have in your posts. Makes it much easier to mod!

Removed from the Spin:
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If you have not posted yet in the Spin, you have been temporarily removed from the event (e.g. you will no longer be matched with partners). This is to make it fair to those who are being consistently active. If you come back later and wish to be active, you may rejoin at any time, but note that you'll be #dancingonyourown until the next mod post.

As EmmaLee and the girl from Mahoutoukoro chattered about their hair and outfits, EmmaLee felt the magic fill her toes for the fourth time as the enchanted instruments began to play. She curtsied to the girl with a wide smile.

"Come find me later at Cygnus tent if you'd like. It would be nice to be friends." She said brightly and with that farewell, the magic filled the rest of her body and into the spin everyone went again. The happy chatter she had shared with the Japanese girl made her feel lighter and brought her back to the fun of the game, being able to dance and talk to people. Laughing again as she passed from one partner to the next, EmmaLee let herself enjoy the game again for a while without worrying about old grudges or the mistletoe looming overhead. She'd survived one bunch of the kissing plant and could easily maneuver through the same way should she find herself under it once again. It seemed that, in general, their group was an agreeable group that wasn't out to cause any drama about who was kissing or wasn't kissing whom and none of them wanted to get violent about old problems.

EmmaLee was having such a good time once again that she neglected to notice that she had encountered everyone on the dance floor once more except for one by the time the music dipped in that now familiar way that said that this round was coming to an end.

I can't hide the way I feel about you anymore.....

As she twisted away from her previous partner and her hands entered Stephen's, the whole world seemed to slow down to an impossible pace. It was like she was moving through water and if the boy she was dancing with made any kind of quip or said anything, she didn't hear it.

...My heart can't take the beating... My resistance ain't that strong...

No... no, no, no. She should have quit while she was ahead. She should have left the moment she realized that Stephen was on the same dance floor of a kissing game. How could she be so naive to believe that they wouldn't be paired up at some point?

...A small voice keeps repeating deep inside my soul...

She couldn't do this. The possibility of him kissing her, mistletoe or no mistletoe, was just as bad as the possibility of him rejecting her. She wasn't ready for a "kiss between friends" and she couldn't handle it if he laughed at her for thinking that kiss all those months ago now actually meant something. Man, she hated kissing games.

...It says I can't keep pretending I don't love you anymore...

A thousand other scenarios ran through her head in an instant, each one more heartbreaking than the last. She had decided to talk to Stephen about their friendship after this dance, but she had thought that she could emotionally prepare for it beforehand, that she could figure out exactly what she wanted going forward before she said anything.

I've got to take the chance or let it pass by, if I expect to get on with my life!
Anymore by Travis Tritt

Just as the world had slowed when she first entered Stephen's arms, the moment the song fully ended and they were once again free to move, everything around her sped up like a car crash and EmmaLee flung her hands up, firmly, but gently covering Stephen's mouth with one hand over the other and dropped her face to the floor. She didn't want to know if they landed under the mistletoe or not. It didn't really matter anyway.

You shouldn't kiss me like this, unless you mean it like that...
'Cause I'll just close my eyes and I won't know where I'm at...
We'll get lost on this dance floor, spinning around and around and around and around.

"I... I c-can't do this." She whispered, keeping her eyes on her shoes as they burned with the beginnings of tears. Why was she such a baby? Why was she the only one who cared about kissing other people? Why did she always have to make things into something they weren't and get over-emotional about it?

EmmaLee took a deep breath, ~Don't cry, don't cry. Get a grip. Grow up!~ and said a little louder. "I can't do this, if it d-doesn't m...mean anything to you, b-because it means something to me." She said, lowering her hands from his mouth, taking a step back, and twisting her fingers together.

They're all watching us now, they think we're fallin' in love,
they'd never believe we're just friends....
that dancing is as far as it goes....

"I..." Deep, shaky breath. "I r-really like you, Stephen and... I know you just... want to be friends, but I n-need a while." She said, never taking her eyes off of the floor. The world of possible facial expressions on Stephen's face was far too much for EmmaLee to deal with right now. If she looked, she would either buckle to his whims, or run away from his scorn, so she kept her eyes on her twisting hands. "The th-things you say sometimes... h-hurt when I know you don't m-mean them like that." She continued, rubbing her cheek with the heel of her hand to prevent any tears from falling. "I'm s-sorry for being such a b-baby and messing things up between us."

Now she'd really messed everything up. He probably didn't want to hang out with her anymore if she was going to be so childish about a game and a kiss from ten months ago. She wished she could have just gotten a grip and moved on like none of it mattered to her.

If you kiss me like this, I'll think you mean it like that,
If you do, [Stephen], kiss me again.
You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This by Toby Keith

ACTION:
Losing all of her cool, leaping to conclusions.

ABILITIES AND STATS:

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Fearless | Dhampir's Aura, Terrible Presence, Lycanothrope's Intimidation, and any spells or potions that cause fear are ineffective.
Calming Presence | Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target.
Prodigal Transfiguration | Able to learn/perform Transfiguration spells above her current year.
STAMINA: 9 | EVASION: 8 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 8 | ARCPOWER: 9 | ACCURACY: 10

Linda sighed thinking about possibility to just leave the place. As another dance finished, she found herself paired with new unfamiliar person. And this time it was mistletoe... Why couldn't it be Quentin? Then she would feel more okay with it, although most likely slightly nervous.

She glanced to search for Quentin, trying to find him. Linda didn't know why she kept thinking about him so much. Was he hurt? Was he happy? Did he also think about wishing to spend more time together? Because she realized that she missed talking to him quite a lot. She didn't know the answers. As she remembered where she was, Linda looked at her dancing partner. I am sorry but I don't want to have kiss with someone other than the person who is constantly on my mind. Was she rude? Hopefully not. This was going in a great way if one was wishing to get to know new people. It was sad for Linda that dancing floor didn't seem to let them dance with those they hoped to dance before coming.

It wasn't that she was sure her current dancing partner was going to kiss or not. She just wanted to let them know that she wasn't in a mood for kiss. This had to be more special. Looking around once more, Linda politely apologized and went in the direction to Quentin. She wanted to talk to the one who was on her mind whole this dancing event.


Mentioning @Della Barfield as Quentin Gagné
Paired with @Guinevere Russetwood