Twirl the Flagon — Group 4 Summer Camp '22

Attempts to 'hug' break ribs @Jack Burnett

Interacting with @Leonard Oaksworth

Sitting down next to the twirl the flagon he was debating if it was the wisest choice to have signed up for this activity. It mostly involved kissing or hugging whoever was chosen, but it was even more awkward when you have a girlfriend at the time. Gray wasn't going to go out of his way to kiss anybody, but if they came to him he couldn't really stop them considering it was their choice. He was sure San would understand, as she was probably going to be in the same boat as him.

Percival watched Leonard, a fellow dormate spin the bottle next and sure enough the bottle landed on him. Even though they were in the same dorm, they still hadn't talked to each other very much. He seemed alright, way less crazy compared to the which was always fresh to see in a room full of maniacs. Gray eyed him as he approached, unsure of what he was doing until he knelt down and kissed him on the cheek.

At first, the pureblood didn't react and instead stared straight ahead of him. But after a few moments, he looked to the boy and slowly shook his head "If you are going to kiss at least put something behind it Leonard..." the boy sighed. He didn't care about other lads kissing him or if they were of muggle decent. It was a matter of if someone was going to take things way out of proportion and do something that would get him into trouble.

Either way, he was going to try and make the most of the night...

Just when he was starting to think of himself as being lucky for the bottle not landing on him, his luck ran out. Some foreign student Jack didn't know managed to get him. Jack blinked, internally trying not to panic as he wondered what he was supposed to do. The guy was taller than him (which wasn't saying much given that Jack was only around 5'1") and he didn't want to seem like he was intimidated by the stranger.

Standing up as the other young man did, he found himself soon hugged and was overcome by waves of both alarm and relief. He was alarmed to be treated so intimately by a guy who was clearly older than him, but relieved it was a hug and not a kiss. Well, at least until that hug turned out to be stronger than originally anticipated. "Oy! Are you trying to break my bones or something?!" he complained as he feebly tried to free himself, his strength being the weakest of his stats.

Eventually, however, he was let go and the older boy returned to his seat. Jack did the same, plopping back down onto his cushion with heaving breaths as he felt his sides for any cracked ribs. Maybe it had been some idiotic show of power. Jack glared at the other young man for a few seconds before looking away. At least they likely wouldn't meet again after this game considering he was from a different school.

Hadrian Zuheir (@Aurelia Notrésvace's iNPC)

Stunning Banner by Winnie Harper

Interactions: @Leonard Oaksworth @Ivy Bellamy =========================

Mentions: @Evelynn Decipio @Percival Gray @Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher

A veritable treasure trove to those who entertained fantasies of passion within waking dreams. A game with underlying inscriptions detailing deeper ambition for intimate connection.
It was an activity of which the boy had partaken with a certain level of enthusiasm in days past. To let his lips grace those who called a pretty face their home, and to mingle with the lovesick machinations of his imagination, if only for a moment. Truly, it was the very making of enjoyment for one such as him.
So then, where was the zeal that normally drove him to related excursions?

The swipe of a hand, the displacement of a tent flap, and an inscrutable sweep of hazel eyes would announce his arrival to the scene. Faces greeted his inspection, some familiar, some foreign to his recollection, all distinct in a variant collection of features. Yet, for all their diversity, each one seemed to blend into a singular composition of commonality, serving only to deepen his peculiar apathy toward the night’s event. Each one, that was, save for the two people who had become constant pieces of every puzzle painted with snapshots of his life.
Both always seemed to be there, to the point where any happenstance felt incomplete without either presence. But even so, their respective existences had somehow seemed to repel one another up until now; like oil and water, they had inexplicably avoided contact for over a year, despite near perpetual association with a mutual factor, that being Marshal himself. As such, the Gryffindor was overtly pleased to see Leo and Evelynn in the same place that evening, though for vastly varying reasons respectively.

His gaze would lock momentarily with the nimbus return of the latter, igniting a spark of what resembled his ardor for past experiences of the game. This, however, originated from somewhere deeper than the passing dalliances of Spin the Bottle, and the fire stoked from its touch burned hotter than any parody of affection‘s flame ever could.

Moving in turn to the side of his best mate, he greeted the Slytherin with a compulsory smile and an acknowledgment that his attendance was an anomaly. ”I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up. Time to show you everything you’ve been missing out on, my friend.” Despite the mischievous tint of the words, Leo might notice a lack of the conviction that normally propelled similar statements from the blonde’s mouth.

The game’s commencement passed without initial intrigue, until the snake seated beside him took his turn in consigning the glass bottle to a fated spiral.
Bracing one hand against the sand, fingers sinking partially amidst its grains, Marshal shifted forward. He watched with keen interest as the twirled flagon was robbed of momentum, tip decelerating until it finally settled upon the spinner’s target, another denizen of house Slytherin. He recognized Leo’s ordained match as Percival Gray, though familiarity only extended to face and name.
Curiosity filled a glance thrown at Leonard, as though attempting to read the over-inspected thoughts undoubtedly racing through that anxious mind. But no outward indication would be given until his friend planted a tentative kiss on the other boy’s cheek, the action void of sentiment - a fact that Percival voiced apparent distaste for.
”Don’t worry,” Marshal would whisper in Leo’s direction upon his return. ”You’ll get paired with a more exciting partner eventually. Keep the faith.”

Speaking of partners whose pairing would elicit excitement, the mantle of setting the bottle askew soon fell to Evelynn.
A single elbow instinctively found Leonard’s ribs in an effort to direct his best mate’s attention to the same place upon which his own eyes were securely fixed. Surely the other boy shared the overwhelming, unashamed desire that the tip should come to a glorious resolution on one Marshal Mozor. After all, supporting one’s aspirations was what best friends were for, right?
In a show of evidence that destiny did not share that same purpose, the accursed bottle came to a stop, angle indicating an individual that was decidedly not himself.

Knitted brows observed Eve’s journey across the irregular circle’s interior. But although they indicated displeasure, the boy found comfort in confidence that the redhead harbored no interest in the more passionate option the game offered. She would simply provide a quick peck on the cheek - much like Leonard had to Percival - or perhaps even a hug. Her purported rivalry with romance would stand strong, and all would be well until that bottle finally landed on-
Eyelids shot upward as Evelynn leaned forward, embracing her target’s features with both hands. Phantom fingers caressed his own cheeks, sending a tremor down his spine as he watched in silent trepidation. The set of her posture was determined, eyelashes fluttered closed. And in that moment, the horror of understanding hit him.

When her lips met those of another, the hand staked in the sand flinched forward, as if prepared to reach out in a plea for the torture to stop. But instead, he forced it into a fist, pulling it back to rest in his lap. Fingernails dug into his palm, knuckles bleached with strain.
It was torment. As much as he wanted to look away, his gaze remained fixated on the image of them. Of her. Of him.
An aching rush overtook his stomach, driving him to do anything that might end this eternal moment. And yet, he could do nothing. Nothing but watch.

As the kiss progressed, another emotion fought amidst the writhing pit within, surfacing as an absurd disdain that had nothing to do with rampant jealousy.
HOW could the stranger reciprocate her kiss with such LITTLE EMOTION, he wondered feverishly. Nowhere to be seen was the ardor, the relish, the unparalleled reverence that such a sacred privilege should have uncovered. This was the holy grail, the paramount honor of a mortal existence. He’d been presented the kiss of a goddess, and was treating it like that of a peasant.
The kiss was being returned, of course, but there was clearly nothing behind it.
Senseless though it seemed to be, Marshal was far from accepting of such an indifferent reaction.

The horrific moment finally came to an end, but it still left him seething in its wake. Teeth ground together, his demeanor remaining stiff, even as the bottle’s neck settled on him. He hardly even registered the fact until Ivy approached, eying him uncertainly.
Eyebrows raised in shock. His questioning expression carried the situational innocence of one who’d been torn from a trance.
”Eh?” The poorly enunciated query tumbled involuntarily from his tongue, but was lost beneath Ivy’s own supplication to the entire group.
She turned back to him with a grin and leaned forward, planting a quick kiss upon his unsuspecting cheek.
The feel of her lips against his skin was soft, their delicate imprint sending forth a small wave of electricity that radiated out from the point of contact. It was so sudden, yet he couldn’t help but enjoy the experience, nor did he resist as her arms wrapped around him.
Her warmth was comforting, especially in an instance where he felt so unsettled. He truly did need a hug right then, and the realization guided his own arms around her form. Hands flattening against her back, he pulled her closer to him, the pressure gentle in its sincerity. His chin arched over her shoulder, the floral scent of her hair wafting to his senses and anchoring this memory in his mind forever.
The merits that earned her a tandem reward with Evelynn for the honor of Prettiest Lioness were not lost on him.

The hug would only last a few moments - if Ivy allowed it to. He would release his hold if she attempted to pull away - before he pulled back, an almost grateful smile flashing until she turned away.
The moment she did, however, hazel irises would flick toward Eve, a measure of guilt in their depths. Not that he had a single thing to feel guilty about, of course. She had only just finished kissing a stranger - willingly, no less.

Action: Accepting Ivy's kiss on the cheek and warmly reciprocating the hug.

rping as cielle johansen.
interacting with charles alluring @henry knight

Spin the Bottle was a game that Cielle had played many times with her friends back at home. She didn't mind it, really, but having never played it with people from school, she approached the tent she'd been assigned to a little apprehensively. She'd signed herself up hoping that it'd feel like she was back at the circus with her friends, but now that she was here, she knew that the atmosphere was completely different. It wasn't a bad vibe, just a different one - the only problem was that she didn't really know anyone here. It was one thing to play Spin the Bottle with your friends, jokingly trading kisses and hugs between laughs, but it was another to go up to a rando you'd never met before and plant a kiss on them.

Her eyes landed on Charles and Hadrian in their respective spots, and she internally sighed with relief. Charles was admittedly a newer friend of hers, but he was... quite the character, to say the least. They'd gone from being on opposite sides in a brawl back at Durmstrang to sharing a tent and racing each other to the bathroom every morning. And Hadrian - well, let's just say that he was the name Cielle put down for her angst card. He was really quite charming, and she almost wanted to say that she was developing a crush. It was a shame that the summer was almost over, but at least they had a few days left.

She nearly froze up when the bottle landed on her. Cielle knew that she likely would have stood there with her mouth gaping open like an idiot if she hadn't registered that it was Charles who she was meant to kiss/hug. And now he was whispering something to her in Russian, something about being gay - wait, what? Cielle's gaydar was really off these days. She blinked at him confusedly after he stopped talking for a second, and glanced over at Hadrian. Would he be offended if she kissed someone else? Oh well, this was just a harmless game of Spin the Bottle. He could understand that, right?

Cielle leaned in and reciprocated Charles' kiss before taking her seat again. Maybe when it was her turn to spin the bottle, luck would be on her side and she'd get Hadrian.

action: reciprocating charles' kiss

Why did he always seem to subject himself to these types of games? There were many familiar faces in the group that he landed himself within. Some of these faces were familiar, friendly even, but that doesn't mean there wasn't the flare for the dramatic individuals of the group as well. There wasn't much for him to do but to wait for the moment though, sitting between some individuals and letting himself try and relax as his golden hues stare blankly at the spinning bottle as turns flew by.

With his knees rose up, feet flat upon the surface of the pitch, he'd let his chin rest upon the top of his knee caps and just zone out until it was made aware to him that it was his turn to spin the bottle. Adorning all black, as always, a hoodie's hood pulled over the top of his head with a little tuft of hair poking from beneath it. The teen would stand and make his way over towards the bottle and let his foot kick the thing, spinning it, uncentering it slightly as he stood there with his hands within the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

Thankfully it seemed to land on someone he barely knew, of his house, and that probably at least heard word of him but didn't seem to interact with him at all. The girl, he couldn't bother remembering her name, was of no interest in wasting his first kiss on that's for sure. As he slowly made his way over towards her, she seemed to be willing to accept some sort of nice gesture from him at the least and he'd just very simply give her a brotherly type pat on the shoulder, "There there," he said as if trying to console a toddler.

After that, he'd just smirk toward the girl as those golden hues bore down upon her for a quick moment before the boy turned, letting his hand drop, and walked back to where he sat within the group. This was typical of him, not very friendly, and normally somewhat of a jackass. Sitting back down where he was previously stationed, he'd withdraw the ivory-colored aspen wood wand he owned and start spinning it within his fingers like a drum stick.

@Haley Rose | Action: Patting the girl on her shoulder.

MODERATION POST—Round II

Evelynn Decipio was the first to make a move, a perhaps ironic action for the individual with the greatest rivalry against romance. Allegedly. But what did the school know anyway. In a move to prove everyone wrong, she defiantly spun the bottle, pointing to Miles Thatcher of Ilvermorny. His champion status would temporarily escape her as she stalked over to plant him with a kiss. One that the romantically inexperienced boy would return in kind so as not to be seen as backing down from a challenge.

Charles Alluring was next, excited for the prospect of potentially being able to mack with a certain someone. The bottle would not deliver, however. At least not this round. Instead, he would find himself face to face with tent-mate and Horntail Horde comrade, the more than a little apprehensive, Cielle Johansen. Disappointment was an understatement on both accounts, likely, Despite his inclinations, however, Charles would go in for a reciprocated kiss.

Leonard Oaksworth had arrived with one goal in mind: prove to his best mate that he was capable of kissing girls, and therefore being cool. Arguable. But he would make his best go of it, spinning that bottle. And having it land on dorm-mate and not-a-girl, Percival Gray. With luck, at least the latter was more exciting than the a book cover. Also arguable. Rather than a hug, as some might have expected, Leo would choose to go in for a kiss. Albeit on the cheek, but nevertheless possibly reinforcing certain notions of his batting for the other team. And Gray not only allowed it, but mocked the lack of passion behind it.

One of castelobruxo's own, Verona Andréas (who looked uncannily like Rafael D'Spacito), would set the bottle spinning after the realization that the game was not as innocent as he had thought it to be. Part of him seemed to hope that his first kiss would be a special one, not stolen in a game, but that didn't stop him. Olive Adair would be the lucky lady to receive the honour of his target, to whom he would offer the choice of action. She seemed to share his thoughts, preferring her first kiss to be special. This must have checked that box, then, given that she told him to kiss her. There would be no brush of lips, however, Ronnie preferring to plant a peck on her cheek.

Next up, Ivy Bellamy. If fate had spared everyone else torture and torment, it had saved all of it for this one moment. Marshal Mozor. Given the increasing suspicions of something transpiring between those two by their mutual secret crush, the world must have been mocking them. No kiss would be given to Marshal, a gesture to kindly spare his reputation. A hug instead. And one that would was not only accepted, but appreciated. In a game of quick, awkward hugs between strangers, this one might stand out. Heart-felt and prolonged. It spoke to an emotional depth that few other actions had.

Hadrian Zuheir, the group's eldest participant would take advantage of a certain amount of freedom in his betrothral, and tease Ilvermorny's champion in the process. Ultimately, however, his one goal would be a certain Durmstrang. A mutual desire, really. But not to be. Not yet. Instead, he would land on Jack Burnett. If strength could be personified, it would look like Hadrian. What the snake had done to deserve the body crush disguised as a hug, nobody knew.

Last up, Zykeal Lane. The little show of colour he had worn at the end of the school year had been lost to black again as he made his way in, lazy contempt all over his features. It was a mystery what he hoped to gain from this game, but there he was nonetheless. Haley Rose's thoughts on being paired with Zyk would be an enigma, but one thing was clear, she would accept nothing more than a hug. As it happened, she wouldn't even get that. Only a pat on the shoulder would be offered to her. As to what that could possibly mean, she would be left guessing.

THE BOTTLE HAS CHOSEN AGAIN!

Reducio

@Zykeal Lane spins the bottle, and lands on @Marshal Mozor
@Verona Andréas (@Cassandra Ironwoods's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Jack Burnett
@Ivy Bellamy spins the bottle, and lands on @Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid's iNPC)
@Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Percival Gray
@Haley Rose spins the bottle, and lands on @Hadrian Zuheir (@Aurelia Notrésvace's iNPC)
@Cielle Johansen (@Ivy Bellamy's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Olive Adair (@Sienna Lenoir's iNPC)
@Leonard Oaksworth spins the bottle, and lands on @Evelynn Decipio

Additionally:
—The order of the spins listed is not necessarily the order they happen ICly, nor do they have to be posted in that order.

Players have until Midnight on Monday, August 1st to post

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INTERACTING: Cielle Johansen (@Ivy Bellamy) Verona Andréas (@Cassandra Ironwoods)
MENTIONING: Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid) @Evelynn Decipio
COLOR GUIDE: 580404
TRUNK: ✕✕✕
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Though his lips were never to touch hers, Olive still felt her face turn red with a soft blush as Verona kissed her cheek. She had never kissed anyone and the only person who had kissed her had done it in a friendly manner, and so this was certainly a new experience for the American girl. Once they drew back apart, she gave him a smile and gentle nod of the head before turning back to the game. She could tell that she was still blushing as she looked away from him. She hoped that not a lot of attention was on her since she felt like a hot mess.

A thought suddenly occurred to her that there might’ve been someone in their group that liked Verona and had some strong feelings towards Olive for kissing him. Perhaps there was someone who was thinking the things about her that she had been thinking just moments ago about the Hogwarts girl (Evelynn). An interesting prospect to consider, but hardly any of her business now she thought, as the bottle began another spin.

The bottle came to slow, and finally stop on her. Looking up, she identified the spinner of the bottle as a pretty girl with a pixie cut. Olive pulled herself up and made her way across the circle to where the other girl was. She gave her a smile and waited for the other girl to make the first move.

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STA: 7 | EVA- 7 | STR- 2 | WIS- 7 | ARC- 5 | ACC- 7

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