Summer Camp Spin the Bottle Group 3 Closed

Interacting with: @Opeila Winters Mentioning: @Levi Drakos | @Santario Martin | @Aurora Ranvier | @Hanako Tone | @Nicholas McCowan OPEN TO INTERACTIONS!

Date: August 28th, 2021 Outfit Outfit | Slippers

───Despite Winnie's initial horror it seemed the game hadn't been as terrible as she previously assumed it would be. There were some nice interactions, a handshake/fistbump between Santario and a Ravenclaw boy in the same year as her. Levi and Nicholas had shared a nice hug with each other, much to her own envy. She also would have liked a nice hug from someone she knew.

Then there was Hanako offering to kiss a girl who he claimed he would soon forget. Gosh, how was a girl able to resist such charm? She couldn't help but laugh at the interaction. It didn't seem like Kid#1 had much of an issue with the request, much to Winnie's surprise. She would have tossed a slipper in the boy's face but to each their own. Aurora had rather adorably denied a kiss from a girl who seemed to be from another school. Winnie wondered just who she was saving that kiss for.

She was only pulled out of her haze through the words of the girl sitting next to her. It was someone who Winnie recognized, but she couldn't place her finger on where she recognized her from. Books... Something to do with books. She was in Slytherin and the visage of a lovely girl, beautiful in the traditional sense but also seemingly intelligent and strong. Winnie definitely wouldn't mind if the bottle landed on her, but she recalled something about how she shouldn't touch her... Oh dear, her head was starting to hurt. "Oh?" She offered the girl a shy smile, "It was... It was um..." How was her summer again? Her brows knit together as she tried to remember, reach into the fog and pull forth... Something. "It was nice, I think I spent most of it in London." As she usually did. "How was your summer? Are you enjoying the game? It's a bit awkward since I have a boyfriend..." Boyfriend because she had one of those now, right? Or perhaps she was misremembering, who knew what the month of August would bring.

She was caught up in watching the bottle spin around again soon enough. Before long it was her turn, and it was with more confidence that she spun the bottle, knowing that she wouldn't have to kiss someone for certain. It was then that the bottle landed on a certain girl she somewhat recognized. It seemed all faces were familiar shadows to her these days. "I'd offer you a kiss, but I'm no thief." She joked, giving the brunette a small wink. She leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the girl's forehead instead, leaving behind another strawberry-scented kiss mark. At this point, her trail of victims partners would be easily tracked down so long as she reapplied. Which she did after returning to her seat.

Action: Kissing Opeila on the forehead.

Interacting| @Autumn Ivy
Mentioning|@Winnie Harper

Niklaus had always had the upper hand, from the time he was born to now. He was always the older one or the taller one or the one who just knew what he wanted to do and did it. But as Winnie gripped his chin and turned his head and kissed his cheek, all thoughts rushed out of his head, and he had lost the upper hand. His lips parted shocked, a small gasp escaping, before he got composure, and return to his seat looking away as he thought about what just happened. Of course Nik have been kissed before, he was already 12, he had had stupid little kisses with girls and one boy, though he never admit it. But when she kissed him it was different, he didn't know if it's because of the strawberry print that she left behind are the fact that she took control over it. It just made him want to know her more.

But as time went on, it was his turn to kiss another and her turn the same, so thoughts of Winnie had to be pushed farther in his head. Soon he stood in front of the other girl a smile on his face, and a gentle, "hug?" escaping from his lips he decided that maybe he'll leave the kissing to the others.

@Evelynn Decipio @Winnie Harper @Hanako Tone @Percival Rainwood

"Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so.", Opeila responded to Evelynn's claim that they got off lucky. Honestly, the Slytherin agreed wholeheartedly. Her first interactions with Evelynn had been under weird circumstances, but at least since the two of them had organized the dorm battle together, she had begun to somewhat like the Gryffindor, although they were barely more than strangers.

And the bottles were spun again and Opeila prayed to every god she knew that it would be neither Hanako or Percival for her. How bad had her luck been to get put into a team with both of them? If it landed on Hanako she would run away, that was given. Percival... Opeila honestly didn't know.

When it was the Slytherin's turn to spin the bottle, she pressed her eyes shut. A silly thing, it wasn't like not looking would change anything, but Opeila was really stressed out by possibility that the bottle could land on Percival. Instead, when she dared to look again, it pointed at another familiar face- Winnie, the girl who was crushing on Jack Burnett. Opeila wondered if Jack knew about it by now and how he would be going on about it. The boy who didn't want to make friends surely wanted a girlfriend even less.

Maybe it was her hug with Evelynn moments before that made Winnie assume that Opeila was not quite keen on having her first kiss stolen in this game, so the redhaired girl kissed her on the forehead instead, saying that she would offer her a kiss but wasn't a thief. "Thanks, I appreciate that.", Opeila said, smiling back at her.

Interacting with/Mentioning: Niklaus Turgenev ^{@Michael Miller}

English: #6C4971
French: #AE989A
German: #5A7189
Mandarin: #2A3C54

Viola watched the bottle intently, waiting for its spinning to stop and land on her. It took a few turns of gawky teenagers giving and receiving awkward kisses until it did. Well, it was less that the bottle landed on her, and more that it was her turn to spin it. Viola found that she liked spinning the bottle more than she liked it landing on her. Although the game was one of luck, being the one doing the spinning gave her a weak sense of control. Her strategy was simple. If she had an idea of what the other party wanted, mirror it. If she had none, go for a kiss.

After the frankly odd interaction with the last person she had gotten to make a choice with, she realised her hopes had to lower, at least for the Hogwarts students. People here were strange.

She watched the bottle spin and land on boy with deep black hair and deeper brown eyes. She smiled sweetly, seemingly no malice behind her eyes, as she analysed him in her mind. He definitely was not a Beauxbatons student. She had seen him play in the last round, getting kissed on the cheek and freezing up.

He asked for a hug, which was, in her frank opinion, so boring. Still, a hug meant it was on him. If he had rejected, that would have been on her, and it could not be on her. Still, she shrugged internally and moved on. Clearly the guy didn't react well to cheek kisses, and Viola couldn't imagine how he would react to a real one. It was such a shame too, the guy clearly carried himself with a silent intelligence and strength. She chuckled lightly.

"Well, you're no fun. But if it's a hug you want, a hug you shall receive."

Action | Hug

Banner from Winnie Harper

Mentioning Santario
Interacting With @Lamont Runesby
Permission was granted to lightly godmod Lamont going for a handshake.

If the dark-haired Ravenclaw had leaned in to kiss Santario—and who could’ve blamed him—kissing the boy would be sort of like kissing Santario by proxy. Perhaps some lip gloss would linger on his lips, the remnants of what could have been, but no, just a sweaty hand. Was that a weird way of thinking about it? Surely. Would Levi have realistically sulked in a shadowy corner because his silver trophy had the smudges of another person’s fingerprints? Probably. Still, the thought did grace his mind as he watched the ghost twirl and point to the boy, a favor gone sour from his specter friend.

Shaking hands with Santario by proxy was not half as good an accomplishment, and Levi was rather uninterested in the happening. Instead of jumping at the opportunity, the Gryffindor loomed in his seat for a second, watching as the other pairings would approach one another, lips brushing or arms wrapping around awkwardly. The worshipping circle was full of aliens, learning the basics of human interaction such as where to put one’s hands in an embrace. The hips? Upper back? Lower back? It felt like none of them knew comfort intimately, just as a bystander as the concept was beaten into submission.

Levi’s heart was beating not quick, but hard, breaking his bones from within with audible cracks and a painful bruise waiting to rise. There was a certain apprehension, a curiosity if anyone was watching him, judging his movements. How would he impress them? He could be bold, dive for the Ravenclaw’s lips, or be nonchalant and accept the handshake the other boy appeared to be offering. The brunet admittedly had no qualms kissing a fellow student, a gentle peck (as an experienced romantic, the only favor Percematt ever did), and the best case scenario was that his partner falls head over heels in love and decides to devote the rest of his life to making Levi’s every wish bloom like the beauty himself.

However, similar to the case with Mop, the last thing he desired was to look like a creep. So as long as the other boy would extend his hand, Levi would be reaching to accept it.

Action Accepting a handshake, hug, or kiss

Interacting| @Gia Adelard | @Winnie Harper Mentioning|

Outfit Reducio

English | [French]

Open to Interactions

Action| Offering Gia a handshake

[font=century gothic]INTERACTIONS @Percival Rainwood[/font]

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[font=century gothic]MENTIONS @Opeila Winters[/font]

Thankfully for Evelynn, Seilun was willing to go through with the hug. Not only that, but she also seemed to have been of the same mind that the spins certainly could have been worse. Although the question did beg to be asked as to why the Gryffindor had even bothered to go through with this in the first place when she could easily have simply stood and relocated herself. Yet, there was something almost addictive to this activity that so many seemed to consider a game. And as much as Evelynn abhorred the idea of pressing her lips against those of another, neither could she quite ignore the fascination she felt at watching the outcomes and choices that others made as the bottle spinning progressed.

Perhaps it was this that had led her to sit back down instead of taking the opportunity to take her leave. Besides. She'd already had to spin. Given her luck at the Gryffindor common room games of the same variety, her luck was fairly consistent. Nobody ever landed on her. The notion that someone might on this occasion hardly even occurred to her. Unfortunately, she was far from untouchable and would realize that shortly as the bottle would find itself pointing at her. Blinking, she looked up to regard the spinner. A boy from her year. Slytherin, she recalled. One of the ones that had trespassed in the dungeons, in fact. And one who had shamelessly moved in to kiss the last person he had landed on.

Evelynn acted reflexively. Innately adverse to backing down from a challenge, running away was not really an option in this moment when survival wasn't in question. But neither did she want to be kissed. Even a hug in this circumstance was not ideal. She knew nothing about this boy; had no connection. Physical touch in either of those forms seemed improper. Thus, without hesitation, Evelynn offered up a hand, palm down and fingers lightly curved. Like a lady to a receiving lord. A squeeze of her fingers, a shake of her hand, a kiss upon its back... there were a number of ways to interpret the action. But all of them would spare her from a more embarrassing outcome. Assuming he obliged it.

[font=century gothic]ACTION | Offering her hand to Rainwood (although if he does go in for a hug/kiss, she'll go into freeze mode and won't back down from it)[/font]

──────────────── Summer Camp 2021 Reducio #ac1f53 interacting. @Logan Baird [Rosella Sokolov] @Santario Martin mentioning. @Gabriella Haworth abilities. evasive maneuvers statistics. sta 8, eva 7, str 4, wis 7, arc 8, acc 6 ────────────────

Gia smiled back when the other girl introduced herself as Rosella. It was a pretty name, the Gryffindor thought to herself. After Rosella returned the kiss on her cheek, Gia sat back and waited for the rest of the players' turns to happen.

A little while later, another round had started. This time, her turn happened because someone else spun the bottle and it happened to land on her. It was someone she recognized, although vaguely. What was her name, again? It started with an S, she thought... Oh, that's right. She was one of the captains of the duelling team for Slytherin. Santario.

As she tried to figure out who exactly had spun the bottle just then, Santario had stood up and made it across the circle to where she was, hand extended. Nodding in reply to the older girl's question, Gia quickly took the Slytherin's hand and shook it. If the other person didn't want to kiss another either, she would respect that. The game was kind of weird after all... you were basically spinning a bottle to find out who you would kiss. Or give a hug to, or shake hands with.

Sitting back whenever Santario made her way back to her seat, Gia shrugged to herself. This hadn't been quite as bad as she'd been expecting... honestly, it wasn't bad at all. Wondering how Gabby was doing, the almost-second-year turned around and tried to spot her friend but ended up not succeeding. Oh well. They would probably meet up again later.

action. shaking Santario's hand

The hug was too long, Drakos's embrace lingering past the point of comfort. It made Nicholas slightly uncomfortable, and he found himself growing limp toward the end of the embrace as he hoped for the experience to end. He grimaced as theu broke off, his dark hair falling awkwardly over his eyes and serving too somewhat hide the confusion that danced behind his pupils. Why had the other boy done that? The laugh and wink that followed seemed to provide two answers. It was either some elaborate joke at his expense or Drakos was a very peculiar, very clingy boy. He did not know which one was more worrying.

The aftermath of the spin was immediate though, Nicholas found himself stunned by the game. He had thought he could handle it, perhaps he was wrong. Spells being flung at him constantly he understood, wishy-washy and gooey social situations, he could not. Maybe he should have offered a handshake, like Martin. It was too late for that now, he was in for a knut, he had to remain in for the galleon.

The Russian boy who had spun the bottle that landed upon him did not possess his shyness, he oozed confidence as he sauntered over and offered any number of options. Fear briefly processed in Nicholas's mind as the Amero-Russian asked him if he had been kissed before. His brain froze and he did not reply, before he forced the panic down. The boy's continued speech had been given him an out, he had to take it.

"A hug will do fine, yeah," His final syllable was nervous, high-pitched and filled with the desire to run.

Still, a hug was a hug, and as long as no one kissed him, he would be fine. Thank the good lord that the visiting student was polite about it.

Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Interacting with @Levi Drakos & @Haley Rose (Nate Smirnow)
Open to interactions!

[font=times new roman]DATE ..28/08/2021 .. TIME ..LATE EVENING.. OUTFIT ..X ..
TAGS ..@Levi Drakos [/font]

[font=times new roman]ACTION: a handshake an unplanned kiss[/font]