Summer Camp Truth or Dare Group 3 Closed

Moderation Post - Round 2

Pericles Dralt give Earl Gray a dare
Winnie Harper give Pericles Dralt a truth
Levi Drakos give Winnie Harper a dare
Mathias Pride give Levi Drakos a truth
iNPC Irina Afanasyeva give Matt Pride a dare
Serena Bowen give iNPC Irina Afanasyeva a dare
Phaedra Stavrou give Serena Bowen a dare
Martyna Romero give Phaedra Stavrou a truth
Earl Gray give Martyna Romero a dare

Important Deadlines:

By 7th August - Week 1 (Pose your questions/dares)
By 14th August- Week 2 (Fulfil the given truths/dares)

Important: I won't be doing a post at the end of week 1 this time. If you don't get a truth/dare, message me and I'll give you one. But other than that, next mod will be 14th August - or earlier if everyone has posted beforehand.

You can fulfil it earlier or continue to roleplay. These are just the last deadlines for things.

For the Attention Of:
@Serena Bowen - @Levi Drakos - @Winnie Harper - @Pericles Dralt - @Lavinia Cloven (as iNPC Irina Afanasyeva) - @Earl Gray - @Phaedra Stavrou - @Martyna Romero - @Mathias Pride

@Rhea Miller - feel free to post reacting to your truth/dare and you'll be rolled in next time, if you wish to continue
@Percival Rainwood - feel free to post reacting to your truth/dare and you'll be rolled in next time, if you wish to continue

| @Phaedra Stavrou | @Earl Gray | Mentioning Matthias, Winnie, Levi

"Dralt the bad boy," Matthias had said. Pericles stared back oddly, lips pressed into an intentionally inexpressive line. The story with the woods was one of his chief regrets, though perhaps not the explicit meal the stranger had hoped to hear. He abruptly lacked an appetite for the half-eaten bag of crisps in his hands.

“Getting all sentimental on me, Dralt?”
Pericles smiled off to the side, the tips of his ears a concerning shade of pink. "Sentimental" was a term designed in the eighteenth century, when the "cultivation of feeling" became "fashionable". Even in modern times around certain circles, like very cool teenagers, or very stuffy purebloods, it was unfashionable to express too much care or emotion. Yet Pericles had been raised in a house which more or less enabled him to wear his heart on his sleeve. Instead of outright denying the fact, or laughing it off like he should have, he gave a tiny shrug of one shoulder. At least Phaedra moved on before things could become awkward.

“Merlin. That probably sounds really stupid. But you know what I mean. Err...unconditional acceptance?” Hearing something so human from the deified upper-classmen was strangely comforting. His stare stilled instead of averting, and the start of a small, genuine smile started up. "That doesn't sound stupid," the pale heir stated softly. “You ever had someone like that? Someone you can sit in a comfortable silence with without feeling the need to fill it? Those are the best kinds of friendships.” At the question, his eyebrows arched, a stretch of silence playing out while he rolled it over. He was quiet by nature; it was when he was around his friends that he liked to talk, though after tonight, he might practice being a mite more introspective instead of filling that sacred silence with speculation and idle inquiries. Finally, he nodded, concluding. "Yes, I think so." “Now don't go off blabbing, Dralt. I've an image to uphold.” He looked genuinely concerned at that, sitting straighter, drawing breath to explain he wouldn't dream of going around acknowledging the existence of Phaedra Stavrou. Then the jest seemed to somehow catch up with him. A cautious, creeping grin grew. Peri preoccupied himself before he could act too chummy, and looking down, began rolling the bag of crisps closed. "I won't," he murmured, summoning up a sliver of impish snark. "If anyone asks, I'll tell them you are an ice queen." His smile suggested he would never.

In a much more amusing move, Phaedra dared Earl to act possessed. Pale hair, dark eyes, an eerie voice. It was all in good fun, sure, though the hair-raising performance still sent goosebumps shivering over Peri's arms. He smirked outright, delighted in the way a horror-movie junkie is when the killer claims their first victim. Never had he seen metamorphism used in such a way. The fun was disrupted when he heard Winnie crying out at Levi for the cruel dare he had apparently posed to Mathias. Frowning, the Ravenclaw shot a look at the older prefect present, the look seeming to say Do we help? How? He had started to stand when he saw tears in the younger eagle's eyes, but then she was putting her lips on both of them, so the debacle must have resolved. The worried frown turned into a disdainful grimace. Even when they weren't actively locking lips, they were going about it. A polite attempt was made to hide it by moving towards a bin, pretending to prioritize throwing away the half-eaten snack. Honestly, how had he made a point of giving the spin-the-bottle games a wide berth, only to still be stuck in a group of underage serial smoochers?

Before Pericles could spend too much time lamenting present company, or contemplating a quiet escape from PDAville, another name wafted into his hands. He read Earl Gray, Dare with a pensive hum. Was it rude to test their gift of metamorphism? Earl didn't seem to mind using it for play.... Peri would err on the side of caution, keeping his dare ambiguous enough to be performed however the dear Puff found fit. "Earl?" A "please" wasn't customary in this game, right? "I dare you to show us your best impersonation of a teacher."

Interacting with: @Levi Drakos | @Mathias Pride | @Pericles Dralt Mentioning:

Date: August 12th, 2021 Outfit Personalized T-Shirt | Skirt | Sandals | Hairpins

───Realization was a funny thing, with one small piece of information suddenly the dots between little mysteries could connect with ease and a layer of fog could quickly disperse. Unfortunately for Winnie, this time realization hit her like a freight train. Levi and Mathias. They had dated before. They had history, hurt feelings, and broken promises between them.

Underneath the twinkling starlight, Winnie could not find her breath, a sinking feeling in her gut that felt as though she had swallowed a cannonball. She was uncertain what this feeling was, as she had never experienced it before. It was like anxiety but came with a bit of a twist, a desire to shield Matt from the Gryffindor and intercept all interactions between the two. To make it known that Pride now belonged to her and her alone.

... Jealousy? Possession?

“How... How long did you date? All of first year?” She asked, her voice having trouble finding its volume. Had they written each other poetry? She had found a few rough drafts of poems in her journal that she assumed were for Pride, and one dated back to the night after the blossom ball. She couldn’t quite remember putting pen to paper, but the proof was there. Her feelings so profoundly stated upon the parchment, ink-stained from the damn quills wizards insisted on using despite the invention of ballpoint pens. How could she have so aggressively chased a boy who was still healing from his previous relationship? Perhaps she was his rebound?

“I didn’t even know Levi was interested in men. I didn’t know you were too, n-not that I have an issue with that. I think it’s lovely that you can love someone no matter their gender.” Despite Winnie’s overtly traditionally feminine appearance, there was definitely a tomboy hidden within her. She had no issue breaking gender roles. She just also enjoyed wearing pink and there was nothing wrong with that.

She couldn’t blame Levi for still desiring to stay by Mathias’ side. He was such a sweet boy, after all. Gentle and attending, offering words when the fog stole them away from her. She could, however, blame him for desiring what was so obviously her’s now, especially after he had discarded the precious person that was Matt.

“People tend to desire what they can’t have.” It was something she had read underneath her covers with the light of her wand. Romance novels she had stolen from her mother’s collection during winter break. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Does he make you feel uncomfortable, Mattie?” Her voice was now one of concern. Yes, like the knights in children’s fairytale books, she would offer the boy her protection. She was strong. She had been in physical fights, trained for Quidditch. She was a force to be reckoned with. She could protect the Slytherin.

It would seem the game wanted to interrupt their heart-to-heart because soon the flame was giving her another name; Pericles Dralt. Truth. She was a little disappointed she didn’t get to give another dare, but... This would do just fine. She would see Pericles standing not too far from her, nearby Earl. She did not know he had witnessed their... drama, or she would be mortified. She raised an arm and waved over to him. ”Mr. Pericles! If you could only read one book for the rest of your life, what book would you pick? Think about it and get back to me!" She didn’t want to interrupt his current quest to give the Hufflepuff a dare, so she would allow him to get back to her with his answer.

She turned back to the Slytherin just in time to overhear his truth for Levi. She balked over at the redhead at first, unable to comprehend what had just happened. A good kisser? Why did that matter? Especially coming from Levi. "... Matt! W-Why would you ask him that?! I am standing right here."

Banner from Winnie Harper

Mentioning n/a
Interacting With @Mathias Pride & @Winnie Harper

If the sting of wax paper being wrested from bare shin’s grip repeatedly was not enough for the sadistic hunger of ruthless preteens to feast upon, there were various mental wounds accentuating it. Mostly, it was Percematt’s hand gripping the dagger. Long red marks on tender, languid skin would be peeled open, the bone shed as a spare set of rattles, infected by the pain of fluster. As if they were adding insult to injury, the locked lips between the pair of gingers went on for decades. Further enkindling the scorch were the giggles in the back of his mind, echoing against its chasmic and feral interior, and their ancestral, intimate familiarity would clink obnoxiously in his ears like tinnitus. As cordial as the sapphire core to the orange flame, yet it was that hellacious, basal blaze that seared the worst scar.

The young Gryffindor had been sure to mutter “Truth,” between lowering contortions as his leg ran smooth, in need of a full breath that dangled just out of reach, even if the spiteful dare had hardly been the blue root for the burns he was enduring with gritted teeth. The goblet would spit out a normal person who would ask him his wishes if he had a genie, and Levi would groan some sham sentiments about fulfilling lives for his loved ones and a healthy family, tugging at thin heartstrings. Safety would come, the clock would strike, and the entire crowd would be rushed away from one another in stream droplets. Dirt had gathered beneath his nails from where they clutched the dirt in search of stability, and the boy’s light palms retained a brownish tint from resting on the ground as his chest heaved up and down, lungs inflated and deflated with a certain dark shrivel to the latter.

Sure, he’d heard Winnie hail him with a forlorn emotional cast to her accented call as he stormed away to the safety of the Dragon Cabin, but she had this delicate tinge to her voice that could fade into the sound of the clouds coming and parting. Its waves easily drowned in the sun’s bright beams, and he would go untouched by desire, obligation. Percematt did not have that same virtue to his vocal cords, there was a harsh drawl, a melodramatic sigh to every open syllable word. Spoken with true purpose, the words would knock every part of his ear, leaving fractures in the cartilage, fresh piercings.

"I was Levi's first kiss," Someone, somewhere, shed a single tear. You just learned that a few minutes ago. “Me and Levi dated first year, he dumped me at the Blossom Ball.” What a surprise, the Lorax was spitting ardent lies as weaponry, straight from his arsenal stocked to the inaccessible heaven with fables. Instinct rattled to defend his honor, whatever vestiges left, tell the true story of the Owlery where it was solely Levi and the galaxy’s intertwined moon and stars bearing witness to reality: life and death in the wrong places. However, this instinct would soon dig a grave for the cadaver of a man who unsurprisingly sounded crazier than the one accusing sexualities and failed romances left and right. Any legend of couth would die with him.

"Had no idea you two were friends. Had no idea he was still jealous," Said like a real patient. It was a shame that the youth of their generation was born with such a psychedelic imagination, where hatred crosses with love in casual watery laps, made into a dreamt fantasy where the two bleed and leak together. Jealousy was about the last thing he felt; more as though the young brunet had been undermined. His hard work, his serenading Winnie in the Rehearsal Room with a song that made the heart and its valves dance and twirl, stolen by Percematt. Claimed. His credit. His trophy.

Winnie, of course, took not only the bait but swallowed the hook so it could abduct her heart from her chest and surrender it to Percematt, who would then (appropriately) dine on it. The sweet girl whispered to him, such a sugary manner Levi thought he could hear her and her nothings, but that only her spectral, disembodied affections coming to embrace him. He reached one hand to his shoulder, rubbing it gently, not bothering to defend himself for the time being. An emptiness, a leaden fatigue had filled his will since the shriek, and the silence was utilized for planning rather than collapsing further into the crevices of the vindictive Earth.

Levi watched as the couple went back and forth, and the doves flocked to the treeboy in a lonely frenzy, draping him in their coral and lavender ripped streamers, dropping a shimmering costume tiara and veil atop Winnie’s long copper hair. A piece of paper sprung from the goblet at the second it wove in the light breeze, jarring him and settling by his feet, with the letters obscured by grass and the foggy red haze that stayed behind his corneas. When it touched his fingers, a chill ran to his bones, and as it unraveled and revealed the words beneath the folds, the lion knew that was the frigid touch of divine intervention. Winnie Harper – Dare.

When his gaze glided skyward once more, Percematt was hovering in front of him sporting a ballsy grin that resulted in rolling hazel eyes and a huff of exasperated breath. Hit me with your best shot, he wanted to taunt, but he knew that the taller student would take that literally and bring a loaded glock from the band of his trousers. The girl whom it seemed to revolve around was behind him as his shadow, the twelve-year-old with fingerprints along her title and a surface the sunlight was lost in rather than reflected in. Her luster was dwindling the longer his paws lingered.

"So Levi Drakos, am I a good kisser?"

Hmm.

His girlfriend complained from over his shoulder, a wise protest as Percematt laid their “relationship” on the line to do little more than harass Levi, a mere pawn in a game of chess he didn’t want to play. So, he’d flip it. Change the rules. Grab the table and bash it into the ground, bludgeon and crack the debonair pieces, start anew with a board of checker pieces and the dealing of a poker hand. Who was this kid to decide the rules, just as he dangled the truth above the Gryffindor, the truth that damned them both to Hell? And none of his self-righteous thoughts did a damn thing to clear the miasma of hysteria and frustration at the ignorance of it all. At the death around the corner, and each remained frolicking through roses of their own creation, of Percemat’’s creation.

“Not as good as your girlfriend.” The boy bluffed, not meeting the eyes of his opponent yet with a smirk playing on his lips. Percematt wouldn’t know better; Winnie could deny any chemistry sizzling between them, but how reliable was her memory now? “Ask yourself, Winnie. Why would he ask me that? Winnie, I dare you,” He’d flash the slip of paper in her direction, as though asserting his dominance over the situation, “to go on a date with me tomorrow. A short one if you wish, even platonic. A walk, perhaps, with me, mister eyes of warm honey, spun like soft moss.”

Action Giving a dare to Winnie | Answering his truth
NEXT ROUND - TRUTH

August 12th, 2021

That girl named Serena had completed her dare and Irina was very happy. It was nice to see someone else yelling that the drinks were poison, even if she did dare them to. In honesty, this might have marked the end of her revenge for the potions at the ball. She had told the campfire story and now had done this. It would just be being dramatic if she continued going with it. Now there were other things that she would be ready for revenge for. In example, too many of her fellow Koldovstoretz students were exploded with no one held accountable for it. She wouldn’t go after them herself but if they were to ever come across her again, Irina wouldn’t hesitate to take her revenge.

The dare she had to do though, was so weird that she almost puked on the guy (Levi). The tension created from it was so awkward that Irina took a few steps back. She didn’t want to be involved with them for longer than she had to. After moving back to goblet to enter her name again, she received a piece of paper that made her want to do a villain laugh. It said, Mathias Pride - Dare. He was the one who gave her the awful dare of liking the other guys face. It was time for Irina to have a little fun with her revenge.

She walked back over to the group (Matt, Winnie, and Levi) and stood a few feet away while she thought of a dare. Only one idea really came to mind and after listening to some of their conversation, Irina knew it was the right one. The conversation was about the three of them being like a love circle-ish yet the Winnie girl was now dating the Matt guy. Striding over to Mathias, she leaned in his ear and whispered her dare. “I got you so I dare you to make and sing a love song to the same guy I licked.”Now it was time to watch her payback take place and Irina was excited to watch it.

Action: Daring Mathias Pride to sing a love song to Levi Drakos

@Levi Drakos, @Lavinia Cloven (Irina Afanasyeva from Koldovstoretz) and @Winnie Harper

Interacting with: @Levi Drakos | @Mathias Pride Mentioning:

Date: August 12th, 2021 Outfit Personalized T-Shirt | Skirt | Sandals | Hairpins

───There were no whispers of jealousy when the Russian girl leaned in to whisper something into Mathias’ ear. Whatever her intentions might have been, the mischievous nature was lost beneath the context of the night. Whatever odd behaviour would come next was in part because of a dare. Unless the girl simply enjoyed whispering things into random boy’s ears.

Matt said something about singing to the girl instead. Huh? Why? Then it clicked, what the dare was and how cruel it would seem on her end if she had actually overheard their conversation. It didn’t seem to bother Matt too much, though, because pretty soon the boy had broken out into song. A familiar one at that. Wasn’t this muggle meme? Was Matt a fan of the internet or just the song? Either way, if the intent had been to make her jealous, she was not jealous in the least. Instead, a smile would grace her features. She even clapped her hands after he had finished. The boy’s voice was lovely, but that didn’t surprise her. He had sung for her in the rehearsal room before. She could remember how fast her heart had pounded against her chest, the rhythmic beating almost matching the strum of... guitar strings? Hm... "You’re very talented, Mattie, but that doesn’t surprise me."

Levi... He was still standing there, a figurative spotlight casting a glow on his form. It seemed he had been selected as the nightly entertainment in some cruel twist of fate. He seemed to take the news with stride, or perhaps he was dissociating and had cast out all of Mathias’ accusations. Silence was often quoted as being golden, but Winnie found it to be terrifying. It was a necessary nothingness that seemed to both scream and whisper every unspoken word between the trio. The time between each word never seemed to decrease and left the Ravenclaw desperately grasping for some semblance or clue to decipher his thoughts, to peer into that clockwork mind of his and see what made him tick. After what felt like an eternity, the Gryffindor would finally speak.

"So Levi Drakos, am I a good kisser?" Matt had asked the boy, much to Winnie’s torment and horror.

“Not as good as your girlfriend.” Levi replied.

Blue eyes widened in complete shock, the girl’s mouth falling agape. It happened all at once; the heat rising in her cheeks as if scorched after spending too long beneath the ruthless August sun. The tips of her ears also stung and darkened. The stubborn strength she had possessed minutes earlier was nowhere to be found. ”I... I have never...!" Her hands would raise up from her sides, palms pressed outwards as if the Gryffindor had pulled some sort of weapon. Although his words alone seemed to do the trick. "I’ve only ever kissed Matt, h-here and in the rehearsal room..." His playful smirk would only serve to confuse her further, what sort of unseen confidence did this boy possess and why was it aimed in her direction? He did, however, pose a good question. Matt’s truth still didn’t make sense to her.

The cherry on top of everything-- her name written on a card. Her promise to complete a dare was in the hands of her boyfriend’s ex. There was plenty he could have done with it as well, things to mess with her, to harm Matt... Instead, the boy had asked for a date. A date? "... I have a boyfriend..." She gestured towards the Slytherin as if Levi had somehow forgotten his very existence. It was obvious the boy was planning... Something. Perhaps to pull at her heartstrings in an attempt to use her as a puppet to do his bidding. What did he want? To capture her and break them up, only to run after Matt? It was a trick, but... She would go. She also wanted to speak to the boy privately and clarify that he was no longer with Matt, that she had no plans on letting him go soon.

It was then that Levi would whisper a line to her that knocked the wind from her chest. It was one she had scribbled down in amongst the chaotic musings of her mind. "... How did you--..." She had assumed it was the start of prose for Matt, but... How could Levi have known that? She hadn’t fail to notice his eyes and the brilliant dance of hazel hues that made up their colour. It could not be a coincidence. Those words belonged to her. "A platonic short date." She agreed, her fingers nervously twirling the tip of her hair around her pointer finger.

Interacting with: Irina Afanasyeva @Lavinia Cloven

Oddly enough, no-one seemed to react to Serena screaming that the drinks were poisoned which really said a lot about the wizarding world and how numb everyone must have gotten to strange events and happenings. Or maybe she was too obvious and everyone correctly assumed that it was just a dare.

Either way, Serena walked back over to the cauldron and put her name and the word ‘Dare’ inside once more. It then spit out another name. Unfolding the paper, she saw that it was the same girl who had just given her a dare. Well, that at least would make it easier to find her.

Serena quickly located Irina and walked over to her. “Hey, looks like I’ve got you this time, Irina!”

Serena thought for a moment about what she could suggest for the dare. It was difficult coming up with something on the spot. Maybe Serena should have thought of some before the game and made a list. Oh well, she would just have to keep that in mind for next time. For right now, she would just say the first thing that came into her head.

“I dare you to show off your best dance moves!”

Action: Giving Dare to Irina