17 Jul 2022, 18:15
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
EXPLANATIONReducio› Students have been separated into smaller randomized groups (15-16 per group)
› Round A: Students have (ICly) each received their target as determined by the firing of the canon (determined by me OOCly with randomized rolls) and have been told the choice (truth or dare) of that individual.› Round B: Students either answer the question, fulfil the contract of the dare, or choose to back down (either through RP or failure to post) from the game. Additionally, students will again write either TRUTH or DARE in a note at the bottom of their post for the next round's considerationRight now, you must write your character arriving on the ship, receiving the crumpled paper from the canon with the name of your target and their choice of either truth or dare, and then administering that truth/dare to the individual
› Round A and B repeat in this way with a newly randomized assigned target. Students will have one week each round to submit their posts
› Failure to post by a round's deadline will result in the assumption that the character froze up and declined to continue. They will be removed from the game
› All IC rules still apply and IC consequences are possible depending on the situationSite rules and rating will also always apply. All dare and truths must comply with them.ICly, the game takes place Aug 14th
〘 THE SETTING 〙
Marooned and out to sea. Those that had the daring gall to sign up for this summer's rounds of Truth or Dare would find themselves sectioned off to longboats and rowed out to their designated ship, each flying a massive flag to identify their numbered groups and anchored to the deeper areas of the magically flooded stadium. Were the ships functional? Absolutely not. Lack even a full hull below the black mirrored surface of the water, they could be considered massive props at best. Still, they made for an impressive setting for the fun to be had.
Drawing parallel to the boats and climbing to the hull, students would climb the steep wooden steps up the walls of its body to spill out onto the wooden ship deck. Chairs and cushions had been arranged in a circular medley of seating for those in attendance. A table had been set up at the bow of the ship with any finger food or refreshment a student might possibly desire.
To port, students would notice a number of chests. investigation would reveal them to be packed to the brim with costumes and props: from hand hooks to eye patches; stuffed parrots to false pistols; pirate coats to large colonial chapeaus... if it might conceivably have anything at all to do with pirates or sailing, it could be found within this veritable treasure trove.
Then there was the structure of the ship itself. While the deck served as the primary place of gathering and play, there were other features to consider.
At its centre, a large pole served as the mainmast, metal rungs leading up to the crow's nest high above. Roped shrouds descended at an angle from there to attach at the rails of the deck to port and starboard. The port side also boasted a long gangplank that extended well beyond the edge of the ship to hover threateningly over the water. Not to cause any worry, however, any who might find themselves taking a long walk off a short pier would find shark-shaped floaties waiting in the water below and easily accessible ladders to climb back up to deck.
To the stern, stairs could be found to either side framing a pair of doors and leading up to a raised platform overlooking the deck. There, with a great view of the false ocean ahead, stood a replica wheel to imitate a functional helm. It wouldn't steer the boat anywhere, of course, but that didn't mean it wouldn't still be fun to play pretend.
And finally, beneath the helm, what would normally occupy the captain's quarters and officer's room had been refurbished into something of small sitting areas. In a pinch, they could each be used as a private changing room; or, alternatively, a quiet place to decompress if the chaos of the game became too much; or even as a place of banishment or seclusion should a dare require it...
But how would they determine to whom they would present their truths and their dares? This was, perhaps, the most enticing prop of all. A small canon would sit in the middle of the social circle. At the start of each round, all players would be required to load their names into its barrel. Swiveling about, it would go from student to student and fire off a crumple piece of paper into the waiting hands or lap of the recipient, thereby assigning their victim target.
Ultimately, the ship was at the full disposal of the young witches and wizards who would find themselves playing the part of its new crew. In the name of Truth or Dare, imagination was the only limitation. What happened on the ship, stayed on the ship (maybe). And at the end of the game, the students would be loaded back into the rowboats to be taken back to shore.
THE CANON HAS FIRED!Reducio@Felix Kolbeck (@Winnie Harper's iNPC) is given Vivienne Beaumont, who selects Dare
@Lillian Ward is given Annie Morgan, who selects Dare
@Reena Delgado is given Cassius Myrtle, who selects Dare
@Kim Sato is given Leonard Oaksworth, who selects Dare
@Leonard Oaksworth is given Kim Sato, who selects Dare
@Cassius Myrtle is given Della Barfield, who selects Truth
@Stephen Schwartz (@AngelFyre McCubbin's iNPC) is given Ivy Bellamy, who selects Truth
@Serena Bowen is given Bubba McGarry, who selects Truth
@Ivy Bellamy is given Reena Delgado, who selects Dare
@Esmeray Rosslyn is given Serena Towers, who selects Truth
@Serena Towers is given Lillian Ward, who selects Truth
@Kamila Yavlinsky (@Marina Oriel's iNPC) is given Stephen Schwartz, who selects Dare
@Annie Morgan is given Esmeray Rosslyn, who selects Truth
@Bubba McGarry is given Felix Kolbeck, who selects Dare
@Vivienne Beaumont (@Adelaide Barlowe's iNPC) is given Kamila Yavlinsky, who selects Dare
@Della Barfield is given Serena Bowen, who selects Truth
Next Moderation: July 24th
20 Jul 2022, 00:55
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
| date: Sunday - 08/14/22 time: 02:00PM year: second school: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry |
hair color: black outfit: completely white outfit accessories: pride bracelet, pearl bracelets more accessories: hoop earrings |
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ㅤ──────────────────────| ── | It had been hectic. But that was to be expected, as Kim was one of the members in charge of planning out the summer camp this year. It had been his first time shouldering such a responsibility that would encompass the entire student body and even foreign students too. But thankfully, it seemed to have gone off without many issues. That is, so far at any rate. The month still wasn't over but if things kept going the way they had been, Kim didn't think anything bad would happen. But one thing was for sure, he was very tired from all the work he'd been doing, not to mention dealing with the hot and humid weather. He ran a hand through this month's black hair. Kim had changed the tone just a few weeks ago. July's color had been a bright red and he'd been tempted to leave it like that for August too. But he'd eventually decided to go back to his original, natural color for this month. He was currently dressed in a completely white outfit because he considered white as being the color to soak up the least amount of heat. A pair of hoop earrings could be seen at his ears and he donned his usual pride bracelet, as well as a set of pearl ones too. But for today, Kim had gone without a necklace. Mostly since it was hot and he didn't want it sticking to his neck when he had things to do. There were a lot of things. But despite his responsibilities, he still found time to take part in some of the activities offered that summer. Truth or Dare being one of them. Evelynn had set that game up and Kim was looking forward to seeing how it turned out. Kim went with all the others, a rather large group, and tried to stay as far apart from them as possible. Without being too obvious. As the boat reached the ship, Kim let the others get out first and when no one else was left, he got out too. Being the last to emerge onto the ship, he was able to claim a space away from the majority of the group. It made him feel a lot better and he was able to look over the entire ship that had all been set up beforehand. Evelynn had done a good job preparing things, it looked great to him and he wondered whether he should have done more for his own events. Well, it seemed as if everyone had enjoyed themselves. That was all that mattered, right? Kim noted the plank as his blue eyes swept across his surroundings and then his attention was drawn back to the front of the ship. Where the cannon lay within plain view of everyone. The rules were stated and Kim went forward to place his slip into the cannon. When his turn came and the cannon fired off a slip, he caught it to reveal the name. Leonard Oaksworth. He didn't recognize the name. Or did he? Kim thought for a bit and then shook his head, it was almost familiar. But also not familiar at all. Why did he feel that way? Could he have heard the name in passing before somewhere? Upon meeting up with his partner, when it eventually happened, Kim inclined his head towards the person. He didn't recognize the boy's face, so he definitely hadn't met him before. But his name, that was a different matter. However, his name didn't matter right now. The game was the only thing he should be focusing on at the moment. "Yo." Kim said, raising his hand and giving Leonard his trademark greeting that he gave to everyone, no exceptions. He glanced down at the small slip of paper in his hand and then looked back up at him. "You selected dare, I see. Let me think." Kim said as he thought for a moment and then a faint twitch of his lips could be seen. He walked over to the chests and rummaged through them. Eventually he found what he was looking for and came back to his partner. "I have just the thing. Put this on. Then, I dare you to go over to that gangplank and jump 20 times on it without stopping or falling into the water." Kim challenged him and stepped towards the other. To give Leonard a silk blindfold he'd found inside one of the chests. It would be interesting to see if Leonard would accept the dare and try to carry it out, or refuse and be eliminated. ────────────────────── ㅤ ㅤ──────────────────────
actions: Kim decides to do dare again as his choice for the next round when it comes. notes: Kim meets his partner Leonard and gives him his dare. ------------------------------ tags: @Leonard Oaksworth word count 771 coded by draven mirador |
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21 Jul 2022, 01:21
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
Stephen had to admit it. He had initially felt disappointed that the summer camp was going to be held in a professional quidditch stadium, but his muggle upbringing had him underestimate, once again, what magic could do. The organizers managed to do a simply mind-blowing job of replicating a number of life sized pirate ships, anchored at sea and in the middle of deep waters, all within the stadium grounds. It was nothing short of miraculous, quite honestly. And looked to be loads of fun!
He had been notified that he was in Group 3 for the upcoming Truth or Dare games, so he looked along the shoreline for the longboat that would take him, his fellow adventurers, and truth tellers out to the ship. He was ecstatic when he saw that his tent mate, Bubba McGarry, had also been selected for his group. That was going to guarantee some very interesting Dares and Questions, Stephen was quite certain.
The row out to their ship was not a long one, and when their long boat pulled up along side their ship, the long boat occupants pretty much all stood in tandem to climb the stairs along the side of the ship to reach the deck. The long boat must have been enchanted to prevent a capsizing because Stephen knew his muggle physics well enough to know that that standing up business, done as haphazardly as it had been done by everyone, should have had them all in the water with the plastic shark floaties. But they were all still dry. Nice.
Stephen thought of trying to rock the boat, but thought the better of it right then. Those kinds of hijinks could be saved for the game. As he had been the first in, he was not the first off. When he reached topside, he was intrigued to find there were a series of pirate chests along the port side, which is the left side for you landlubbers. They all contained a bounty of pirate costumes and accessories, for both the boys and the ladies. It was tremendous. As he was going through the trunks for the males, he was doubly excited to see that he would be able to accessorize his pirate garb with a steampunk kind of vibe. He decided right then and there he would transform himself into Captain Rigel "Rattlebones" Notleigh, space pirate! "Now that's what I'm talking about!
Grabbing a cutlass which he ran his fingers over to make certain was a prop and not deadly sharp, he looked around for someone to cross swords with. His attention was drawn to a boy standing back from all of the excitement, dressed in white. Stephen took a few steps over in his direction, but did not get too close. Some people liked a lot of personal space, and this kid looked to be one of them. He smiled at the boy and introduced himself. Hey, man. How're you doing? I'm generally known as Stephen Schwartz, from Ilvermorny, but tonight I have decided to be Capt. Rigel "Rattlebones" Notleigh. I don't want to bother you, but I just wanted to make sure everything is okay with you. If you have need or want of a friendly face later on," and at this point Stephen produced a genuinely happy smile that was accompanied by a theatrical flourish of his hand, "I'll be around." And then he nodded, slowly stepping away in case the guy actually did want something, he'd have plenty of opportunity to speak up, otherwise, he was going to explore the rest of the ship and then settle down for the game at hand.
The cannon was yet another fantastic touch. He wrote his name down and put DARE on his slip of paper and placed it in the cannon as instructed. Having situated himself on a beautiful, aubergine cushion, he watched with a look of bemusement as the cannon would fire a slip of paper at those playing, announcing who their target was for the round and whether that person had chosen TRUTH or DARE. The fellow he had spoken to earlier was the first to go, and gave out a brilliant dare of jumping 20 times, while blindfolded, on the plank without peeking. Hope the guy challenged had good balance or into the drink he would go.
When the barrel was pointing in his direction, it shot the crumpled piece of paper at him and he discovered one Ivy Bellamy, a person completely unknown to him, had been chosen for him to torme ask a question of Truth. Hmmmmm. Asking interesting truth questions was harder than coming up with dares. And who was to say she would even answer truthfully? Unless she was Pinocchio, how would we know?
Looking around the group of students, he said "Okay, Ivy Bellamy. Where are you? Time for you to unload some truth on us. When Stephen spotted her in the group, he asked her, "What is one thing most people believe to be true about you, but actually isn't?"
He was not at all certain it was a great question, but the evening was still young. There was plenty of time to have fun, even with questions of truth.
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Interacting with @Ivy Bellamy and @Kim Sato
Mentions: @Bubba McGarry
Chooses DARE for next round
The magic is real.
21 Jul 2022, 19:43
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
[ august 14, 2022 ]
✦ @serena towersEsme had accepted the fact that even the simplest, most ordinary things turned into the exact opposite here at Hogwarts. Even so, she was definitely not expecting... all of this for a game of Truth or Dare.
Having been told she was part of group three, Esme made her way over to the boat they would be rowed over in, looking around with wide eyes. By the time they made it to the actual boat and climbed aboard, her excitement had only grown. This was going to be a whole lot of fun—she'd played the game many times before, and could already tell that there were plenty of supplies and areas to explore for dares (and maybe also just for fun). But the part Esme actually liked the most? The cannon. Everyone was told to write down their name and choice of either truth or dare on a piece of paper and put it in, and the cannon would then apparently pick a random student to shoot your paper out at.
Taking a slip of paper and picking up a pen, Esme wrote her name and the word "TRUTH" on the front. Sure, lots of people thought of it as the easy way out, and maybe it was, but there was something thrilling on it's own about not knowing what question you would be asked, and what answer you'll give. At least, that's how it was for her. Maybe at some point in the next few rounds she'd try a dare... but then again, maybe that wasn't the safest choice, seeing they were on a boat. Surrounded by water. Aaaand she didn't know what type of people these were, and what types of dares they would give.
Yeah, for now it was safer to start with truth, she thought to herself.
Once everyone had put their names and choices into the cannon, it started its process of shooting the papers back out again. In only a few seconds, the face of the cannon was directed at her and she caught the paper before it fell on her lap, quickly scanning it to read the name: Serena Towers. Of course, it was only now that Esme realized that, not knowing who this Serena person was, she would have to go find her herself. There was a good amount of people as well... most of whom were either shouting out their person's name or had already found them, so the volume wasn't the quietest. This could get awkward.
On one hand, Esme had gotten a little bit better at talking to other students and people she didn't know, so she could walk around and ask for Serena. On the other hand, she still didn't really want to do that, which would mean... shouting out the name instead, like a few had chosen to do. Still not fun, but maybe a bit better than walking up to strangers face to face and asking if they were this person. So that was what she was going to do.
"Serena? Serena Towers?" Esme called, trying to be as loud as she could without actually drawing much attention to herself. Which yes, probably defeated the purpose of calling out at all, but still. She was trying, alright? When she eventually found the older girl, Esme would give her a small smile and say, "Um, you wanted a truth, right? Okay, what's one thing you'd do if you knew there would be no consequences for doing it?" It was a little random, but a question that she'd been asked herself once before, and she thought it was a good one. It made you think a bit before answering, didn't it?[ 614 words ]
stamina 7 | evasion 6 | strength 4 | wisdom 7 | arc power 8 | accuracy 8 ✦esmeray chooses truth for the next round
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21 Jul 2022, 19:58
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
English|Russian
Kamila was not exactly sure why she had wanted to sign up for up this game, but she had, so there was no turning back now. She glanced around herself so many other students. No Koldovstoretz students though, which she was a little annoyed about. Oh, well. This was not the time to be upset if she wanted to win, which she did, Kamila needed to focus.
Kamila looked over at her competition. He had selected dare, "You want a dare? Alright."
Kamila thought for a second. Did she want to be mean, or did she want to guarantee him failing. "Win at all costs" as the saying goes.
"I dare you to give me the recipe for pryaniki in Russian. Simple enough right?" Kamila had made pryaniki with her grandmother many times and knew the entire recipe. Pryaniki was a Russian gingerbread spice cookie. She doubted this boy knew how to make pryaniki and even if he did know how to. Reciting the recipe in Russian. Kamila had not met a single student from a magical school other than Koldovstoretz that could speak Russian.
"So what are you waiting for. It's not like I told you to ride a shark or anything." Kamila smirked.
Notes: Choosing dare for next round Word Count: 205Interacting: @AngelFyre McCubbin as Stephen Scwartz Mentioning: N/AActions: Daring Stephen
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21 Jul 2022, 22:20
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪
▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FOURTH YEAR ▪
Reducio@Serena Towers
@Flash Holmwood as Yefim
@Adelaide Barlowe as Vivienne Beaumont
There was no way in hell that this year's truth or dare could go as poorly as last years.
Right? ... Right?
At the very least it seemed like Arjan wasn't a part of his group, which already put him in a better mood. Actually, the only person he knew from his group was his pal, Serena. Fine by him, either he would learn to tolerate these people or he would leave disliking them. Either way, it was better than staying back in the tent and listening to Yefim nag him about working out. He already felt awkward enough with his newly formed muscles. Not to mention the new hair his mother had forced on him. It was like he was becoming the very thing he had sworn to destroy.
He hated looking at himself in the mirror.
So he would take his self hatred out on another person. Vivienne Beaumont, according to the balled up piece of paper the canon had shot at him. Whoever the hell that was.
He decided to go hunt her down, but not before glancing at the props. Did he had to wear something dorky? Whatever. He grabbed an eyepatch and slipped it on. "VIVIENNE BEAUMONT, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" He shouted, not bothering to search for the girl. Regardless of whether or not she would come to him, he would give her a dare. "Your dare is to try and wear as many of these props as you can for the rest of the night."
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22 Jul 2022, 00:27
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
Bubba had never played truth or dare before but he'd signed up for it because he figured it'd be nicer to do than twirl the flagon and he wasn't at all keen on that. Still, as he stepped up onto the deck to get ready for the festivities, he was quite nervous. Last thing he wanted to do was give a really cringeworthy answer to a question he hadn't seen coming. He surveyed the deck to see if anyone he knew was there. It looked like the only people he knew were Stephen, Lillian, and Reena. That would hopefully at least reduce the chances of someone trying to set him up to look like a fool, still, he was nervous.
He went and got himself a cup of iced coffee from the table of treats. He was nervous and food seemed like a bad idea in that state. Sure, some coffee will help that along quite well but why not. As he took a sip of the coffee he looked over at the chests full of props. Those would surely come in useful if whoever he got picked dare. Some people had already retrieved their assignments from the cannon and he walked up behind a burly-looking older boy in a leather jacket. This guy clearly thought he was a badass. His mind exploded with ideas of how to have some fun if he got him. The burly boy got his assignment and walked away.
It was his turn. The cannon blasted a balled-up piece of paper and he caught it first try. He unwrapped it to find out the name of his victim. Who the hell is Felix Kolbeck? As he walked back over the deck trying to find his victim, he heard a very loud voice to his left shouting for a Vivianne Beaumont. Mr. Burly was clearly all charm, if only he were so lucky as to get him.
There was nothing for it now, he raised his voice slightly and called, "Felix Kolbeck?" To his great surprise and pleasure, Mr. Burly turned around and looked at him. This was too good. It was time to bust Mr. Badass down a few pegs. "Right, introductions, name's Bubba, and I see you've picked dare." He looked at the ridiculous collection of pirate accouterments and decided on a plan. "What I want you to do for me is dress up in the most ridiculous pirate outfit you can assemble - and hey, I get costume approval." He paused, finalizing the second part of the dare in his head, "Then, you're going to climb to the top of the highest yardarm and sing I Want It That Way - in a proper pirate accent." He finished before adding, "And hey, pump up the volume so we can all hear it."
@Winnie Harper
STA 6 | EVA 6| STR 5 | WIS 13 | ARC 9 | ACC 7
Charmer, Foul Play, Wandmaker
Charmer, Foul Play, Wandmaker
22 Jul 2022, 00:44
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
pretend this says second year until i get a new bannerRoleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
French | English | Spanish
Kamila Yavlinsky (@Marina Oriel)
Mentioning:-----------------------------------
Outfit: x
Upon arrival at her group's designated ship, the French girl audibly gasped as she climbed up the wooden steps. She done a quick scan of the area with her eyes; chairs and cushions, some treasure chests that looked to be filled with cool pirate props, and a table of refreshments. Most importantly, right in the middle was the cannon that would determine her target. Of course, she had chosen dare and couldn't wait until someone assigned a hopefully fun dare for her. Vivienne walked over to the cannon to receive her victim. Kamila Yavlinsky was scrawled on the paper, who had selected dare. Before she could go searching for a Kamila, someone called (the more accurate description would likely be screamed her name, and not in a pleasant way) for her.
She rushed over to the sound of the voice, crumpling the paper in her hands up for now. She'd search for Kamila later. "Hi! Yes, hello, that's me! I'm Vivienne Beaumont," she smiled at the boy, who looked kind of intimidating at first glance, but he was probably a very nice individual. Vivienne definitely would not judge someone because of their looks. "Ooooo! That's a really fun dare! Okay!" She smiled once more before she headed off to the treasure chests to complete her dare. How should she fit as many of these props on as possible? "Okay, let's do this," she muttered encouragingly to herself. She slipped one of the eye patches on over her eye, then she put on one of the hats before sliding on a pirate coat over her clothes. It was way too big for her and it definitely appeared to be nearly drowning her, but it would do. Then, the brunette put one of the hand hooks on her left hand before perching a little fake parrot on her left shoulder and then, finally, to top the look of, she grabbed a fake pistol with her remaining right hand.
Returning back to the boy who gave her the dare, she smiled brightly at him, "How do I look? I think I look very piratey now." Dare successfully completed, in her opinion.
Whether the boy would compliment her for a job well done or completely ignore her, Vivienne would leave to go in search for her target. "Kamila Yavlinsky?" She called, hoping to be heard over everyone else, "Are you there? If so, I dare you to..." she trailed off for a moment, tapping her chin with her hooked hand as if she was deep in thought. Then, dramatically, she would flourish her hand holding the pistol towards the plank. "WALK THE PLANK!" She would finish.Vivienne is choosing DARE for the next round.
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22 Jul 2022, 08:30
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
August 14, 2022
Lillian stepped aboard the ship confidently. She was used to water and boats, and this arrangement had her feeling quite comfortable. Unlike a few others, she wasn't too intrigued by the chest of props and wasn't too eager to dress herself up as a pirate. Her jeans and T-shirt would have to do. Taking a seat on a chair, she focused her gaze on the swiveling cannon. Every time it fired, she would hold her breath, anxious it might be her name, and then breathe a sigh of relief when she wasn't.
Truth or Dare was just about as daring as Lillian went. It was a game she was used to, and had played quite a few times. She almost always chose truth, and answered almost every question directed at her. She didn't have too many secrets, and people usually had a tendency to ask the same things in this game. The difficult part was thinking up truths and dares. Which was why she hoped the cannon would take its sweet time getting to her.
Unfortunately, the cannon had other plans. It spun and slowed, and Lillian held her breath, hoping the name wouldn't be hers as the cannon seemed to be landing on the person next to her. Contrary to her predictions, it slowed to a stop facing her and fired a small piece of paper at her. She picked it up carefully, making her movements slow and deliberate. It might have looked like she was doing this for suspense or dramatic effect, but really she was racking her brain trying to think of acceptable truths and dares.
She couldn't stall forever, and finally read the paper. "Annie Morgan?" she called out, looking around the group to see if anyone had perked up after hearing the name. "Annie Morgan," she repeated, just in case she didn't quite catch it the first time. "I dare you to swim a lap around the ship," she said after a bit of a pause. That seemed like an okay dare. Of course, if Annie couldn't swim, Lillian didn't know what else to give her.
Lillian stepped aboard the ship confidently. She was used to water and boats, and this arrangement had her feeling quite comfortable. Unlike a few others, she wasn't too intrigued by the chest of props and wasn't too eager to dress herself up as a pirate. Her jeans and T-shirt would have to do. Taking a seat on a chair, she focused her gaze on the swiveling cannon. Every time it fired, she would hold her breath, anxious it might be her name, and then breathe a sigh of relief when she wasn't.
Truth or Dare was just about as daring as Lillian went. It was a game she was used to, and had played quite a few times. She almost always chose truth, and answered almost every question directed at her. She didn't have too many secrets, and people usually had a tendency to ask the same things in this game. The difficult part was thinking up truths and dares. Which was why she hoped the cannon would take its sweet time getting to her.
Unfortunately, the cannon had other plans. It spun and slowed, and Lillian held her breath, hoping the name wouldn't be hers as the cannon seemed to be landing on the person next to her. Contrary to her predictions, it slowed to a stop facing her and fired a small piece of paper at her. She picked it up carefully, making her movements slow and deliberate. It might have looked like she was doing this for suspense or dramatic effect, but really she was racking her brain trying to think of acceptable truths and dares.
She couldn't stall forever, and finally read the paper. "Annie Morgan?" she called out, looking around the group to see if anyone had perked up after hearing the name. "Annie Morgan," she repeated, just in case she didn't quite catch it the first time. "I dare you to swim a lap around the ship," she said after a bit of a pause. That seemed like an okay dare. Of course, if Annie couldn't swim, Lillian didn't know what else to give her.
Interacting with: @Annie Morgan
Word Count: 351
22 Jul 2022, 13:53
Truth or Dare — Group THREE
"Rattlebones", after asking his question of truth of Ivy Bellamy, was very much enjoying listening to the dares that were being presented to the other players. He felt moderately disappointed that he seemed to be the only one, by choice, to dress up like a pirate, but hey. To each their own. Stephen was a dead on serious kid when it came to his studies, but he tried to remind himself that he was still a kid. And this kid particularly liked cosplay, so it amused him that one dare doled out had been to do what he did naturally when he first came aboard -- to dress like a pirate. He was giddy with the anticipation of whatever cool dare would be assigned to him. It was going to be great. He could just feel it.
It was not long before the cannon fired a crumpled piece of paper to a girl with pretty, long, blonde hair. Stephen had noted she seemed perturbed earlier and had not really spoken to anyone. She had been dared to walk the plank just a few minutes earlier. If his memory served him, her name was Kamila Yavlinsky. He perked up when he heard her say his name. Her accent was definitely of a Russian dialect, so he pegged her for a Koldovstoretz student immediately.
She wanted him to what? Recite a cookie recipe? In Russian? Umm. He smiled at her, but it seemed obvious at the outset that she was out for what no plastic floatie shark could conceive of --blood, metaphorically speaking of course. Stephen was always up for good competition, but the spirit of the gamesmanship was important to him. She, and he, were coming at this game from two different angles.
So be it. He didn't need things to be easy. No fun in that. But her smirk? Not an attractive look on an otherwise pretty face, especially when that face was also about to eat some crow.
He cleared his throat and took a drink of water. Looking her steadily in the eyes he repeated the dare. "I'm to recite a cookie recipe? In Russian? Uhhmm. That's a tough one." Then he took another drink of water.
Russkiye pryaniki (pryaniki)
"Ingrediyenty
Pechenʹye:
3 1/2 stakana nebelenoy universalʹnoy muki plyus yeshche nemnogo dlya prisypki
2 chaynyye lozhki molotogo imbirya
2 chaynyye lozhki molotoy koritsy
1 1/2 chaynoy lozhki koshernoy soli
1/2 chaynoy lozhki pishchevoy sody
1/2 chaynoy lozhki svezhenatertogo muskatnogo orekha
1/2 chaynoy lozhki molotogo kardamona
1/4 chaynoy lozhki molotoy gvozdiki
1 chashka (2 palochki) nesolenogo slivochnogo masla, komnatnoy temperatury
3/4 stakana fasovannogo temno-korichnevogo sakhara
3/4 stakana meda 1 bolʹshoye yaytso, komnatnoy temperatury
1/2 stakana slivovogo dzhema (moy dedushka predpochital abrikosovyy)
Glazurʹ:
1 stakan sakharnoy pudry
3 stolovyye lozhki svezhevyzhatogo limonnogo soka
Shag 1
Pechenʹye: v bolʹshoy miske smeshayte muku, imbirʹ, koritsu, solʹ, pishchevuyu sodu, muskatnyy orekh, kardamon i gvozdiku.
Shag 2
V chashe elektricheskogo miksera s nasadkoy-lopatkoy vzbeyte maslo i korichnevyy sakhar do polucheniya odnorodnoy massy. Vzbitʹ s medom i yaytsom. Vklyuchiv mikser na nizkoy skorosti, dobavʹte muchnuyu smesʹ; smeshivayte tolʹko do obrazovaniya testa. Testo budet myagkim. Razdelite testo popolam, zavernite kazhduyu polovinku v polietilen i skatayte v pryamougolʹniki. Okhladite do zatverdevaniya, ot 1 do 2 chasov.
Shag 3
Razogreyte dukhovku do 350 gradusov. Zastelite tri protivnya s bortikami pergamentnoy bumagoy. Bystro rabotaya s odnim pryamougolʹnikom za raz, raskatayte testo tolshchinoy 1/4 dyuyma na khorosho posypannoy mukoy poverkhnosti, perevorachivaya, podnimaya i posypaya testo (i skalkoy) po mere neobkhodimosti. Ispolʹzuya kruglyy rezak diametrom 2 1/2 dyuyma, vyrezhʹte krugi i perenesite ikh na podgotovlennyye listy. Stryakhnutʹ lishnyuyu muku; zamorozitʹ do tverdogo sostoyaniya, 1 chas. Povtorite protsess s ostavshimsya testom.
Shag 4
Sverkhu na polovinu kruzhkov polozhitʹ po 1 chaynoy lozhke slivovogo dzhema. Slegka smazhʹte kraya testa vodoy, zatem nakroyte yeshche odnim krugom testa i prizhmite kraya drug k drugu, chtoby zapechatatʹ. Sformiruyte iz kazhdogo pechenʹya akkuratnyy krug, yesli neobkhodimo, na listakh na rasstoyanii 2 dyuymov drug ot druga. Vypekayte, poka ne podnimut·sya i ne vysokhnut, ot 14 do 16 minut. Datʹ polnostʹyu ostytʹ na listakh.
Shag 5
Glazurʹ: vzbeyte sakharnuyu pudru i limonnyy sok do polucheniya odnorodnoy massy. Okunite verkh kazhdogo pechenʹya v glazurʹ, zatem perelozhite na reshetku, poka glazurʹ ne zastynet, 1 chas. Glazirovannoye pechenʹye mozhno khranitʹ v germetichnom konteynere pri komnatnoy temperature do 2 dney.
Reducio
Ingredients
Cookies:
3 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
2 teaspoons ground ginger
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature
3/4 cup packed dark-brown sugar
3/4 cup honey
1 large egg, room temperature
1/2 cup plum jam (my grandfather preferred apricot)
Glaze:
1 cup confectioners' sugar
3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Step 1
Cookies: In a large bowl, whisk together flour, ginger, cinnamon, salt, baking soda, nutmeg, cardamom, and cloves.
Step 2
In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat together butter and brown sugar until smooth. Beat in honey and egg. With mixer on low, add flour mixture; mix just until a dough forms. Dough will be soft. Divide dough in half, wrap each half in plastic, and pat into rectangles. Refrigerate until firm, 1 to 2 hours.
Step 3
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line three rimmed baking sheets with parchment paper. Working quickly with one rectangle at a time, roll out dough 1/4 inch thick on a well-floured surface, turning, lifting, and flouring dough (and rolling pin) as needed. Using a 2 1/2-inch round cutter, cut out rounds and transfer to prepared sheets. Brush off excess flour; freeze until firm, 1 hour. Repeat process with remaining dough.
Step 4
Top half the rounds with 1 teaspoon each plum jam. Brush edge of dough lightly with water, then top with another dough round and press edges together to seal. Reshape each cookie into a neat circle, if necessary, on sheets, spaced 2 inches apart. Bake until puffed and dry, 14 to 16 minutes. Let cool completely on sheets.
Step 5
Glaze: Whisk together confectioners' sugar and lemon juice until smooth. Dip the top of each cookie in glaze, then transfer to a wire rack until glaze is set, 1 hour. Glazed cookies can be stored in an airtight container at room temperature up to 2 days.
Cookies:
3 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
2 teaspoons ground ginger
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature
3/4 cup packed dark-brown sugar
3/4 cup honey
1 large egg, room temperature
1/2 cup plum jam (my grandfather preferred apricot)
Glaze:
1 cup confectioners' sugar
3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Step 1
Cookies: In a large bowl, whisk together flour, ginger, cinnamon, salt, baking soda, nutmeg, cardamom, and cloves.
Step 2
In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat together butter and brown sugar until smooth. Beat in honey and egg. With mixer on low, add flour mixture; mix just until a dough forms. Dough will be soft. Divide dough in half, wrap each half in plastic, and pat into rectangles. Refrigerate until firm, 1 to 2 hours.
Step 3
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line three rimmed baking sheets with parchment paper. Working quickly with one rectangle at a time, roll out dough 1/4 inch thick on a well-floured surface, turning, lifting, and flouring dough (and rolling pin) as needed. Using a 2 1/2-inch round cutter, cut out rounds and transfer to prepared sheets. Brush off excess flour; freeze until firm, 1 hour. Repeat process with remaining dough.
Step 4
Top half the rounds with 1 teaspoon each plum jam. Brush edge of dough lightly with water, then top with another dough round and press edges together to seal. Reshape each cookie into a neat circle, if necessary, on sheets, spaced 2 inches apart. Bake until puffed and dry, 14 to 16 minutes. Let cool completely on sheets.
Step 5
Glaze: Whisk together confectioners' sugar and lemon juice until smooth. Dip the top of each cookie in glaze, then transfer to a wire rack until glaze is set, 1 hour. Glazed cookies can be stored in an airtight container at room temperature up to 2 days.
He continued to look at her, but now with a soft smile. "YA zhdal, potomu chto pytalsya vspomnitʹ nekotoryye izmereniya zakvaski. I dlya zapisi, YA by nikogda ne poyekhal na akule, no ya mog by podumatʹ o morskom konʹke. "I was waiting because I was trying to remember some of the leavening measurements. And for the record, I would never ride a shark, but I might consider a seahorse."
You overlooked my last name. My great grandparents, on both sides, were Russian émigrés. I also speak Romanian if you'd like a borscht recipe recited later," and he winked at her while laughing good naturedly, hoping she would laugh along with him.
ENGLISH || RUSSIANInteracting with @Kamila Yavlinsky
Stephen requests DARE next round, please.
The magic is real.