Summer Camp 2025 Carnival Games Open

Action: Arcane Plane Game → Challenge
Stats: STA 5 | EVA 6 | STR 5 | WIS 4 | ARC 8 | ACC 7

Lucille was ecstatic to try the carnival games. She couldn't wait to try her luck and, let's be honest, earn some tickets on the side. As she entered the ground, the sun relentlessly shining in her face, she took a second to take it all in. Shading her eyes with her hand, she peered out, trying to make out the games between the throngs of students scrambling around, eager for a turn.

As she observed, one game certainly announced its presence, with a student being thrown in the air. With a start, Lucille tried to see what had caused such a dramatic outcome, only to see a basilisk. Not a real one, of course.

The basilisk was situated in what seemed like a dungeon, and from the color and aesthetic of the booth, she guessed it represented Slytherin. Certainly not her house, but it intrigued her nonetheless. As she began walking closer, she was soon able to see that the booth was labelled "Bucking Basilisk."

Lucille quickened, almost running towards the booth, wanting to be next in line. She guessed it was similar to a mechanical bull, and, although she liked to think she was good at those, a skill picked up from her experience on horseback, it usually turned out to be an all or nothing situation, quite like most things Lucille was part of. She usually ended up either doing terribly or doing amazing, no in-between.

But, of course, she figured the basilisk might feel different to ride and thwart her expectations, not to mention the wizard version was probably more difficult than the Muggle ones, or so she assumed. Either way, Lucille wanted a chance, and she quickly stepped up to the booth to take it.

STATS
STA 7 | EVA 7 | STR 6 | WIS 5 | ARC 6 | ACC 4
ACTION
Bucking Basilisk: Challenge Mode

Speech -- Thoughts

The carnival games was reminiscent of a muggle arcade. It reminded Pam of that one playzone her father would often take her to, during those five-or so years they had lived in India. The way the Carnival Games had been organised gave her a sense of serious deja vu.

She wondered through the throngs of people, scanning the games which had been set up. Some of them rang familiar to certain muggle games, like Whack-a-gnome, Pam guessed would be what was called Whack-a-mole.

Quite honestly, she was super excited. For starters, it had been, like, forever since she'd played any of those games, and she couldn't wait to try her luck at them. Admittedly luck was, very rarely on her side. Well, that wasn't going to bother her today.

She walked down the path, simultaneously scanning for familiar faces as well as a game which might interest her enough. Sure enough, one such game showed up in front of her in due time, "Chalice Choice" written across the top. Well, now we know my first game. What's the muggle equivalent of that though—?

The game seemed like seemed like something that would need a mix of smarts and pure instinct. Admittedly, Pam's instincts served her 50-50; it wasn't too bad. In most cases, the problem was that she couldn't tell when to listen to her instincts and when not to.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

As the crowd moved on, Pam stepped up quickly until it was her turn.

Action: Chalice Choice - Challenge
Calming Presence | Muggle Condition
Sta: 6 |Eva: 7 |Str: 5 | Wis: 9 |Arc: 7 | Acc: 6

──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

CARNIVAL GAMES

─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Brightly colored pennants fluttered from enchanted poles, swaying slightly in the warm August breeze as if they were cheering on the passing children and campers darting between booths.

Prat, with sun catching his posh navy blue edge of his jacket, moved through the crowd beside Siobhan with a steady and observant gaze as they passed by several booths with a modest scoop of gelato is one of his hands.

This what the part where he would declare he was above al this, fair and carnival gimmicks, but he was actually curious. Even if every muggle fair his uncle’s ever ranted about was supposedly a scam. His tongue flicked across the spoon again. "Are muggle fairs actually scams like my uncle says, where the games are rigged?" He asked her, the only muggle in immediate proximity.

He kept his pace unrushed, letting Siobhan match or stray however she pleased, offering the occasional commentary about the booths they passed. There was one with flower crowns, another throwing your professors into a water tank, and more still. A bit chaotic. A bit ridiculous. But the event in it's entirety wasn’t unpleasant at all.

His stride slowed down when they turned a corner and came upon a booth draped in crimson and gold. Immediately, his attention was fixed on the prominent anvil centered within. It was theatrical, gleaming, heavy-looking, and embedded deeply with a replica of a sword. Something this extra was right up Prat's alley.

The name of the game read: Godric’s Might.

Now that, at least, looked simple enough.

"Hm." Prat finished the last of his gelato and discarded the paper cup in a nearby bin before stepping forward. "That one," he nodded, "looks tolerable."

The line wasn’t long, and Prat joined the queue with an idle posture. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, hands tucked neatly into his wrists, while his gaze remained locked on the setup. It reminded him of old tales.

His grandfather would often mock them as "propaganda," but Prat did find their underlying patterns of symbolism and hope oddly sweet. The idea that a relic might only respond to the 'worthy' was quaint, but theatrically satisfying for the boy who was born as the center of attention in his family.

When he neared the front, he glanced once toward Sio, a touch of dry amusement in his voice. "Any chance you’re the secret grandchild of Gryffindor himself? I could step aside."

He didn’t wait for a reply before moving into place. The booth volunteer gestured him forward with a practiced flourish. Prat stepped toward the anvil, rolling his shoulders and letting his palms press together with a slow, deliberate rub. He approached the sword without hesitation, rather he was filled with excitement.

The setup was not only beautiful but intricate, all unnecessary flair, really, but it did give the illusion weight and added a sense of realism.

Prat wrapped both hands around the grip, fingers curling into the hand. He stood silently for a moment, grounding himself. A deep exhale passed his lips as he angled his weight evenly.

He pulled.

─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

XXXXXXPlaying Godric's Might, safe mode.

@Siobhan McCarty

Date: 28th August | Time: 10am | Mention: @Agata Ríos Matos | Playing: Playing Goldfish Scoop - Challenge Mode

┍━━━━

──────────── ☽ ☼ ☾ ─────────────

━━━━┑

xo

Bea knew that today would be fun. Her and Agata had decided to attend the carnival games in all their glory. The day was hot, sunny and the heat bore down on the both of them. Sweat gathered at the back of her neck where her short red curls sat. Wiping them, she looked around at the games area entrance. There were so many to choose from. Grabbing Agata's hand, she dragged the other girl over towards one of the first that caught her attention, no matter if she wanted to go somewhere else or not. "Let's play this one. Look! It has water." Cheekily, she quickly slapped a hand in the water and splashed it towards the Peruvian girl. Giggling she turned towards the stall attendant, and announced that they would play. "The two of us will play." After receiving the instructions from the attendant, Bea sat down. On the bench in front of her sat a delicate pink paper scoop. She picked it up, examining it closely. It seemed kind of too delicate for this sort of thing. How on earth were they meant to scoop out a lot of fish? Internally, Bea rolled her eyes at herself. That was the whole point. Of course they weren't meant to. Otherwise it would be too easy. Turning to Agata, she raised an eyebrow. "Loser has to go in the dunking booth." Bea wasn't competitive at all. No way. Raising her scoop, eyes locked on the water, she waited for the whistle. When it blew, her wrist darted the scoop into the cool liquid, her magic channelled down into the net.

xo

┕━━━━

──────────── ☽ ☼ ☾ ─────────────

━━━━┙

Sta 10 | Eva 10 | Str 4 | Wis 17 | Arc 8 | Acc 10
Sixth Sense | Perfectionist | Spell Spread | Impartial | Nonverbal Magic

Date: 28th August | Time: 10am | Mention: @Beatrice Forsyth | Playing: Playing Goldfish Scoop - Challenge Mode

┍━━━━

──────────── ☽ 🌕︎ ☾ ─────────────

━━━━┑

xo

Agata hadn't expected when she had met the small Scottish redhead, that she would be dragged around the fairgrounds like some limp doll. Granted, Agata held her ground most days, steering the exuberant other girl towards some activity that they would both like. Like now for instance. Agata knew Bea would want to do carnival games, and Agata nodded along. What was the point of a carnival if you didn't try at least some of the games, right? Rolling her eyes at Bea's excitement, she found that she had landed herself in front of a fishing game. The stall itself was average. One that gimicked and magicked up to the max, with cool water and little fish bobbing in the water. She smirked. This should be easy. What she wasn't expecting though was Beatrice splashing her in the face. "Arghh!" Scrunching her eyes shut, she wiped the water off her face, annoyance scrunching her features. "Really, Bea?" Rolling her eyes, she sat down, inspecting the water. She listened as the attendant told them the instructions, and then to Bea's proposal. She laughed.. "You're so on Forsyth!" It would be good to see the other girl dunked for her cockiness. Picking up her paper net, she waited for the whistle and then cast it deep into the water, hoping to nab some fish.

xo

┕━━━━

──────────── ☽ 🌕︎ ☾ ─────────────

━━━━┙

Sta 10 | Eva 9 | Str 6 | Wis 14 | Arc 5 | Acc 15
Fearless | Potion Mastery | Poison Resistance | Comprehend Languages - Parseltongue | Terrible Presence

2025 International Summer Camp

Aug 28th

London Quidditch Stadium

THE GAMES

DISCOMBOMBULADDER

Ruth stepped up to the ladders eagerly excited to try her luck at the complicated and complex game as she thought her experience with the Hogwarts stairs would help her in her endeavor.

Discombobuladder [Safe]: 50 Prize Tickets

She ultimately played it safe landing her 50 tickets which was a good amount.

BUCKING BASILISK

Pyce stepped up to the booth with there friend Hecate immediately nervous to see the mechanical basilisk and not wanting to ride it and instead watching there friend Hecate ride it before ultimately trying it.

Bucking Basilisk [Safe]: 50 Prize Tickets Prize

they decided to play it safe as they were still nervous ultimately got 50 tickets and did a pretty good job.

Lucile approached the Basilisk with determination and confidence in his eyes as she had experience in riding horses so how much different could riding a mechanical Basilisk be she thought.

Bucking Basilisk [Challenge: Sta]: [d80: 8] + 12 = 20 Prize Tickets

She took on the Basilisk like it was a challenge determine to overcome it but ultimately she failed but still got 20 tickets which wasn’t bad at all.

POTION PLOP PANIC

Rafael who seemed ultimately annoyed with the heat and by the presence of children inclining Aodhan loud energy decided to approach Potion Panic as he assumed it would be quite simple.

Potion Plop Panic [Challenge: Eva]: [d80: 37] + 14 = 51 Prize Tickets

He didn’t do as good as others only gaining one ticket above those who would have played it safe but none the less still gaining a fair amount of tickets.

TROLL HAMMER

Stella who looked like she been waiting for the carnival the whole week approached the troll Hammer with the determination to beat her friends Pyce and Hecate.

Troll Hammer [Challenge: Str]: [d80: 8] + 12 = 20 Prize Tickets

She sadly did not beat her friends on there first game as the booth operator jokingly said to her better lucky next time as she would get them eventually.

GODRIC'S MIGHT

Prat approached Godrics might with a question on his mind looking for answers he was wondering if his uncle was correct about all muggle carnivals being scams or was it all a lie.

Godric's Might [Safe]: 50 Prize Tickets

He ultimately played it safe winning himself 50 tickets but rather that answer his question or not it was unclear.

STREELER STEALER

Aly approached the booth looking to end her summer with a bit of chance as she had a keen perspective with it came to chance games but she also had her own question about the shells as she wanted to know if they were real or not. But she wouldn’t get the answer too.

Streeler Stealer [Challenge: Wis]: [d80: 72] + 16 = 80 Prize Tickets

Ultimately her keen sense didn’t fall her as he ended up getting 80 tickets starting her end of her summer off right.

Aodhan approached the booth with a goal in his mind, to get experience thebcarnival as he didn’t get to do that much the year before, he noticed the Streeler shells looked familiar but wasn’t enough to put a finger on it before ultimately deciding that this would be the first game he would try.

Streeler Stealer [Challenge: Wis]: [d80: 52] + 15 = 67 Prize Tickets

Seems he was right in his decision as he won 67 tickets doing ultimately well for his first game.

CHALICE CHOICE

Malcom who was ultimately thirsty from the heat approached the booth looking for a way to cool down and quench his thirst.

Chalice Choice [Challenge: Wis]: [d80: 17] + 15 = 32 Prize Tickets

While cooling himself down he also ended up winning 32 tickets in the process without evening realizing it.

Pamela walked around the carnival with a hint of nostalgia on her mind thinking back to times with her father before ultimately trying her lucky at Challice choice as it was a. 50/50 chance.

Chalice Choice [Challenge: Wis]: [d80: 71] + 14 = 80 Prize Tickets

and ultimately luck was on her side as she ended up winning 80 tickets proving she was rather lucky.

GOLDFISH SCOOP

Beatrice dragging along her friend Agatha to the carnival decides to play Goldfish Scoop excited to try out all the games at the carnival with Agata.

Goldfish Scoop [Challenge: Arc]: [d80: 65] + 8 = 73 Prize Tickets

She was itching for a challenge and it paid off as she ended up winning 65 tickets Agata on the other hand not so much.

Agata who was dragged along by Beatrice to accompany her to the carnival decided to play Goldfish Scoop along side her with a competitive nature almost as she hopped Beatrice for dunked for her cockiness.

Goldfish Scoop [Challenge: Arc]: [d80: 39] + 5 = 44 Prize Tickets

Ultimately she didn’t do as well as Beatrice only getting 44 tickets which wasn't bad at all to say the least.

ARCANE PLANE

Puck like many others there had been waiting for the carnival games to open as he was eager to see and test out all of the magical carnival games they had there.

Airplane Toss [Challenge: Arc]: [d80: 17] + 14 = 31 Prize Tickets

He decide to do a challenging mode facing it head on resulting in him getting only 31 tickets.

SNITCH SNATCH

Dealla with her bragging and boasting attempted Snitch Snatch as she was positive she would catch a lot of the snitches.

Snitch Snatch [Challenge: Acc]: [d80: 34] + 17 = 51 Prize Tickets

But in the end she ultimately only got 51 tickets which wasn’t too bad but she wasn’t the amount she thought she’d get.

Meanwhile Madhup listened to Dealla talk as you could clearly see his love in his eyes as he watched her try and catch the snitches before ultimately trying himself still worried about them getting in his hair.

Snitch Snatch [Challenge: Acc]: [d80: 26] + 19 = 45 Prize Tickets

He only got 45 prize tickets which wasn’t bad at all but wasn’t as much as Dealla got but it was the romance of the momment that count!

OOC Information

• You must be indexed to participate in the games.
• The thread is moderated weekly and runs for four more rounds.
• For information how to play, please see the first post.
• If you have any questions about this event, please contact Damien Dragonclaw or Dealla Prince!

(apologize for the delay!)

@Aly Salinger@Dealla Prince@Madhup Hexum
@Aodhan Shaw
@Malcom Mcgregor
@Pyce Rotanski
@Stella Drake
@Ruth Fairchild
@Rafael Kraus
@Puck Maudley
@Lucille Rosenhart@Pamela Graham
@Prat Pass@Beatrice Forsyth
@Agata Ríos Matos

Evony did a slow spin as she looked around at the huge Stadium around her. She wasn’t a big Quidditch fan, but even she had to admit that this was pretty cool. Her shoes sunk into the soft grass as she approached the area crowded with various carnival games. She kept her arms tucked into her sides as she dodged people (and their food, drinks, and oversized prizes) walking in all directions, all the while trying to take in and comprehend all the games.

There was one game in particular that caught her eye: a large mechanism with moving ladders and a large red button at the top. She watched as a student misstepped and fell from one of the moving ladders, just as they were about to reach the button. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to try this game… She wasn’t really a fan of heights, and honestly, the line looked a bit long, but something about it made her smile. Yes, it was the Slytherin in her, beckoning her toward a challenge. She approached and leaned over the railing as she waited in line, excited to see more participants attempt the game.

The next two students seemed to be racing against some invisible clock - it wasn’t until after they finished that she overheard that they were attempting to race and beat each other’s time. Okay, Evony loved a challenge, but she wasn’t that competitive. No, she had every intention of playing this game SAFE. She watched the moving ladders and tried to discern if there was any kind of pattern. When it was finally her turn, she gripped the first ladder tightly and took each step carefully and slowly. It probably wasn’t super exciting to watch, but it certainly still felt like a thrill to Evony as she transferred ladders and slowly climbed her way closer and closer to the big red button.

Speech -- Thoughts

Pam skipped along the path, wondering where she was now supposed to go. The first game worked out pretty well for her, and it was a whole lot of fun. She wanted to try out something different this time though.

She scanned the games available, making a mental list of the games which drew her attention, even if a little. It wasn't like she had forever to spend here, so she needed to be smart with the games she picked out.

With that in mind, she wandered until she came across a closed space, 'Snitch Snatch' written across it in bold letters. The name drew her attention immediately, since she had spent way too long eyeing the seeker position in Quidditch. Not to mention she was probably not very good at it. Maybe this would get her some practice? Seems unlikely though, she mused, reading the description of the game, Catching one snitch should be harder than catching five of them, right? Probably.

She shrugged, heading for it anyway. She had given the previous one her all, this one, she would be more careful. Well, it would be fun, right? She stepped through the crowd towards the booth, stopping in her tracks as she stepped on someone's foot, "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you're not hurt!"

Action: Snitch Snatch - Safe
Calming Presence | Muggle Condition
Sta: 6 |Eva: 7 |Str: 5 | Wis: 9 |Arc: 7 | Acc: 6

Stella stared at the 20 tickets in her hand. Drat! She had been too confident. Her only saving grace was her complete certainty that Pyce likely didn't get more (or at the very least, not many more) tickets than her. She would have loved to try her hand at the Troll Hammer again, but-

Lilah had a schedule. Stella needed to stick to it. This one loss couldn't get her down! Stella stuffed her meager amount of tickets into her pocket and started looking for the Discombobuladder, her second game of the day. The sooner she got this one done, the sooner she could regroup with Ren and Lily to get a quick bite to eat. Stella's stomach rumbled. Snacks sounded really good right about now.

Stella found the booth easy enough. She watched a few other kids play it before stepping up. She could not be overconfident. Pyce was the observant type. She could be too, when the situation called for it. So she observed. The ladder part would be easy enough. Stella had been climbing all matter of things since she could walk. It was the moving that was going to be the tricky part. Her balance was alright, but it was the needing to climb and balance at the same time that might throw her off her game.

She took a deep breath. She could not afford to lose another game. Stella stepped up to the booth. She could do this. (She better do this. If she lost a 2-on-3 with Pyce and Hecate, she'd never live it down.)

Action: Discombobuladder - CHALLENGE
Stats: Stamina: 6 ✧ Evasion: 5 ✧ Strength: 6 ✧ Wisdom: 3 ✧ ArcPower: 5 ✧ Accuracy: 5