Truth or Dare — Group ONE Summer Camp '22

Action: Dare Kayle Realma to tell the cutest boy on this ship that she likes him.
In the next round, Emmie picks DARE

Dialogue: ✕ | Thoughts: ✕ | Quotes: ✕
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Pretty? Her? Monica could feel it, the red over taking her face. She had never been called that before? Only models, actors, and her sister got called pretty... not Monica. Who knew such a sweet comment, could completely make her night? "Um... Thank you." Her words were faltering, she never got nervous in front of people...not like this. "What is wrong with me!?"She listened with great intend to Hiro's answer. "Wow, quite the dare devil. To take on a dare like that, despite it being against the rules? This game was made for him."
"Wow that is quite the truth! This game was made for you, really take on challenges to the fullest. And I would say that counts for getting away with it, hands down."
The irony of Hiro's answer wouldn't truly be felt, until but a moment later, when Monica was approached for her dare.
A quite nice looking boy walked up to her, someone Monica had never met before, but it was incredibly obvious that they didn't speak much english, and it seemed apparent they were not having the best time, though that could just be dew to lack of understandings, and difficulty with the language, so Monica didn't dwell on it long.
Watching attentively as he used his wand to gesture to his hair, point back at her, and uttered the word "Blue"
Like a deer in the headlights, it all clicked in her mind at once, "Dye my hair?" Up that was indeed what the dare was. Plain and simple.
"What would mom think? Was she allowed to do that?"
In a moment, her second guessing was quickly overshadowed by a surge of thrill. What an idea, what a fantastic dare! Monica had dreamed of colouring her hair, and this seemed as good a time as any.
She perked up, looking her challenger dead in the face, all while trying to communicate best she could for him to understand, "Okay... but, I don't know a spell to do that..." She lifted her wand and mimicked a dying firework sound, though it could be argued that is sounded like a deflating balloon, then pointed to his wand, and back at her own hair. "You can make it blue?"
Grabbing her hair, trying to make her point clear, she welcomed this student to cast a spell, and turn her hair blue.
After some time, it seemed like he got the idea, so Monica turned around, and let the kid cast his spell. She closed her eyes and held her breath, then when it was finished, she located a mirror, or some sort of a shinny object she could see her reflection in.
Sure enough, her black, silky hair was transformed to a deep, radiant blue. It rather looked nice, and suited her quite a bit!
Turning back to her new found hair dresser, grinning from ear to ear,"Thank you kindly for the dare, I think I wear it rather well."
She get back to a place to await for the next cannon to fire.

Reducio

Let it be known from here on, Monica has blue hair!

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ACTION: Got the Truth from Hiro, was dared by Raul, and had her hair dyed blue. (Permission was given from Nicholas for this action)
NEXT ACTION: DARE
| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: Hiro Bakugo(@Kim Sato's iNPC) |Raul Correa(@Nicholas McCowan's iNPC)|

Amazing banner by Kim Sato

this post is as Nick Iris

He was looking forward to this game, even if he would get a bit embarrassed. That would be fine! It was part of the game after all. the cannon wnt off and the name on the slip of paper Nick grabbed was 'Raul Correa, Truth' He sighed "Truths so lame... Oh well" He was disappointed with what his 'partner' had chosen. He was looking forward to making people act a bit stupid. He dis know not everyone would chose dare, so he made so back up truths.

As he was looking for thus Raul person there was a tap on his shoulder. A person asked if he was Nick Iris. Which he was. They introduced themselves as Pax, and stated the they where going to attempt to make his life a 'living hell' He smiled at Pax. "Hey, I am Nick. I doubt that you will make my life 'hell'. I'm willing to do any stupid dare that you come up with" He told them. It was true, he came in here promising himself that he would do any dare.

The dare he was given was an interesting one, Have five crackers and tell a boy that he thinks there cute. With the crackers in his mouth. He looked were Pax was looking and saw a boy, he wasn't bad looking. No not a all. He laughed a bit, it was going to be embarrassing. "Very well then, creative dare" he said as taking the crackers.

He walked away from Pax putting the crackers in his mouth as he did so. When he reached this Marshall he tapped his shoulder. Nick covered his own mouth with his hand. It was rude to talk with you mouth full. He was also positive that Marshall did not want to see a mouth full of chewed up cracker. "I think your cute" It was very muffled, who knows if he understood him. He did the dare that was all that mattered. Right?

He turned around swallowing the crackers, and smiled at Pax.
Then went right back to looking for who the cannon gave him. He had found him, after asking around for a bit. "Hey! Are you Raul Correa? I'm Nick! So what was the last lie that you told someone?" He thought this was a clever truth. Now if anyone he knew was near by would know that he lied.

WC: 398
Interaction: Raul Correa @Nicholas
McCowan , @Pax Zhang & @Marshal Mozor || Mentioning: no one
Action: doing Pax's dare, and asking Raul a question

Next round!! Nick will be doing another dare!

Stunning Banner by Winnie Harper

Interactions: @Evelynn Decipio @Pax Zhang @Quinn Root as Nick Iris @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi

Mentions: ====================== =================== =================== ===================

If one thing could be said about any Hogwarts planning committee, it would be that they certainly weren’t afraid to go a bit overboard.
The mental genius of his own pun bestowed a smirk upon the boy’s face as he climbed aboard the dormant facsimile of a pirate ship. The lengths gone to by those who had plotted the events to take place throughout summer camp were remarkable, to say the least. And all it took to prove as much was a simple glance yonder in any direction, whereupon the locale of their own scaled-down ocean would become readily apparent.

Of course, the true culprit behind this event - along with another game which would take place at the water’s edge - could be summed up with the use of a single name.
She accredited the effort to the other committee members and anyone who had assisted in its arrangement, brushing away any accolades or recognition on her own part. But Marshal knew that it was her mind which had conceived of this affair, and her mind alone. He knew the painstaking care that she had put into every detail, and just how much a positive reception of it all meant to her.
He knew, and he knew because she had told him personally, if not in so many words. For all her defenses, and for every effort she put forth to appear indifferent, he continued to find that he understood the meaning buried behind a curt word, or lost in the depths of those stormy irises.
Did that mean he could claim to make sense of half the things she did? Most assuredly not. The girl largely remained an enigma he could not quite fathom.
But every day, he unveiled another layer that she kept so heavily guarded. Every day, he learned a little bit more.

And one thing this had taught him was that she held a certain enthusiasm for the organization of social events, and managing their every detail.
Evidently, that enthusiasm also extended to the very outfits she would wear to them.
A flash of fascination lit his eyes as he took in her appearance, complimented by the involuntary grin to tug at his lips. There was something about the way the themed attire altered her image, while yet accentuating the natural beauty that was ever present, that stirred his heart anew.
”Impressive indeed,” he assured in response to her query. White teeth made their presence known as his grin widened, genuine enthusiasm coloring his voice as he added, ”This is awesome! You outdid yourself.” His chin would then raise slyly at her following comment. ”Don’t worry. I have some ideas forming.”

Evelynn proceeded to solicit the attention of another individual, of whom quidditch association demanded recognition.
He raised a hand in greeting, then swung an almost gloating look at Eve when Pax echoed his own compliments for her work on the event. An eyebrow subsequently arched at the comment regarding her outfit.
”So I wasn’t the only one thinking it!” he exclaimed.
For his part, Marshal hadn’t entirely slacked off concerning the theme of piracy. Blonde hair was tamed with a red bandanna, wrapped around his forehead and secured with a knot in the back, while one hazel eye had been eclipsed by an obligatory eye patch. A linen shirt adorned his torso, non-existent sleeves leaving the definition of his arms exposed, and a deep v-neck reaching midway down his chest. Tattered breeches extended down his legs, ending just below the knees.

A polite nod was also offered to the owl perched atop the girl’s shoulder. ”And I must say, Janus, you’re looking particularly majestic today as well.”
The bird would forever hold a special place in his heart, as the one whose winged talents had initiated correspondence between Eve and himself outside the walls of Hogwarts. Such a beautiful creature.

”I look forward to hearing your deepest, darkest secrets, Pax!” He called after the departing co-captain. ”Or if you choose dare, just be prepared.”

Finally, the time arrived for dares to be done and truths to be told, signaled by the eruption of a cannon. Marshal plucked the swirling strip of parchment from the air before turning it over to examine its contents, eyes immediately darkening as he did so.
Arjan. The giant mass of a meat-head from the ball that now seemed so long ago. The ball that Evelynn still could not recall, but that he would never forget.
He was going to enjoy this.

The muscle-bound sore thumb wasn’t difficult to spot amidst a group of relatively normal-sized people. Crossing the deck, Marshal appraised Arjan with a cheerful grin - an altogether too cheerful grin, especially considering the fire that flickered in his eyes.
The same crooked cheer infested his words as he spoke. ”Long time no see, Arjan.” He presented the paper, wrist drooping lazily to one side to reveal the name written there. ”Looks like I get the pleasure of presenting you with a dare, and I think I know just what it should be. I dare you to loudly inform the entire group that you’d much prefer to kiss a mirror than anyone else.” His head cocked slightly to one side. ”I suppose that’s more of a truth, though.”

His sadistic savoring of the moment was interrupted when the voice of one self-proclaimed Emma joined the fray.
Glancing to the piece of parchment she presented, he noted the handwriting there, indicating his name.
”Pleasure to meet you, Emma!” His response lacked any of the hooded ire previously directed at Arjan. ”That’s right. Dare is the only way to go.”
What was to follow would be the dare, although it hardly qualified as something that would require one to be particularly daring. At least in his opinion.
He responded was good-natured. ”That’s the dare? I’d do that on my own!”

Minutes later saw the boy doing exactly what the girl had proposed. Seeing as he was already dressed in the piratest attire he could muster, the only addition acquired from the chests of accessories was a plastic parrot, which he’d fixed to his shoulder with a strap. The poor thing had a heck of a time maintaining its vantage point, however, as the boy traversed the edges of the deck. One foot suspended above the ground, the other partook in a succession of leap and landing, dull thuds punctuating his words as he repeated the line with ample enthusiasm.
”My name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed the whole way around!”
While balancing on a single foot may have presented a challenge to some, the coordination gained from his experience in multiple sports - muggle and magical alike - attributed to a relatively smooth execution of the dare.

The moment he stopped, gaze panning the area to find his peddler of dares, another face greeted him, partially covered by a single hand.
"I think your cute," said the face. Or, at least, that was what Marshal thought the garbled mess of a sentence entailed. The face - a face that was distinctly not female - then retreated, leaving the Gryffindor’s mind to flounder helplessly in malfunction.
Fixated as he had always been on the female population of the human species, the idea of another boy holding any sort of interest in him beyond a platonic bond didn’t quite compute. In fact, he would have been aghast at the very thought that anyone could prefer his company to that of - say, for example - Evelynn. Girls were simply too attractive. What could he ever hope to offer in comparison?
A single, unintelligent word acted as a response to the stranger’s back. "Uh…" He trailed off, only watching the retreating figure in bafflement.

Next Round: Dare

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 17 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 8 | Accuracy: 12
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

Interacting with Eloïse Duciel (@Astoria Swann and @Marshal Mozor | Mentions @Evelynn Decipio

The props kind of ruined his whole vibe, in all honesty. This pirate thing was ridiculous, surely! At least, it was to him. Mostly because the eyepatches would hide his beautiful eyes - or at least one of them. He was not a fan of wearing hats either - that would ruin his wonderful hair! Sigh, dressing up in costumes was just tiresome to him. Unfortunately, everyone else seemed to be getting into them and enjoying themselves. As such, he figured that he would be a spoilsport if he did not play along - and that simply would not do! This was Arjan. He needed to, at the very least, look the part.

Eyeing up the objects, he grabbed a false pistol and tucked it into his belt. It did not really scream 'pirate' with his very casual shorts and t-shirt look but it was far better than wearing something that would ruin his beautiful looks! No one could criticise him for being a spoilsport this way, at the very least.

Tossing his name into the cannon, he looked around. There were a couple of faces that he recognised but for the most part, the people were new to him. There was also a disappointing number of cute girls that he could flirt with but whatever, it was fine. He just needed one and he had spotted the familiar face of a redhead that he had met before [Evelynn Decipio]. That was enough.

For now, though, he made sure his hair was brushed properly before grabbing the piece of paper that had been thrown at him. Scanning the name, he quirked an eyebrow. It was not someone he knew. Was it someone he had meant? He was pretty sure the name was not familiar to him though. Before he could do anything, he was interrupted by some boy. A small little twerp that claimed to have him. Arjan's eyes scanned the paper, confirming that his name was on it - simply because he did not believe his word. He recognised him. The boy was around that cute girl, he was kind of harassing her, right? Pretty sure that was what was happening...

Quirking his eyebrow at the dare, he nodded, "Very well. But let me find my partner first, and then I'll get to that." He stated, as a matter of fact, not bothering to wait for a reply. He would do his dare but for now, he had another task.

Approaching any unknown girls, "Is there a Miss Duciel here?" He asked in a polite tone. He might have been arrogant and annoying but he could pretend to be something he was not. All of those pureblood gatherings had really helped him learn to be civil even if he did not wish to talk to someone.

When he found the girl, he'd smile at her, leaning down slightly to match her height as she was quite a bit shorter than him with a bow of his head, "Miss Duciel, pleased to meet you. I'm Arjan Oberoi. A little birdie told me that you were after a dare. Let's see..." A smirk grew on the edge of his lips. Leaning closer, he whispered into her ear so that only she could hear it, "I dare you to go up to that boy-" He paused to indicate to Marshal Mozor as subtly as he could, "And say 'There you are, honey, I missed you today' and give him a kiss, which can be on the cheek, and a hug - or at least, a hug, if you're too shy for the kiss, without admitting that this is a dare or anything," He said. He gave her an out to just give him a hug, rather than a kiss because he did not want to force her into something she did not want to do. He might have been rude and arrogant, but he was still a gentleman when it came to things like that. Besides, who could blame her if she did not want to even kiss Marshal's cheek? Arjan would not! The girl probably wanted to kiss Arjan, after all.

I was not quite able to get all of my moderation posts completed today. I apologize for the delay. Moderation will be up within 24 hours.

MODERATION POST—Round II

Emma Wynn had her reservations about Truth or Dare, but had ultimately decided to participate here over some of the other camp activities in order to make the parents proud. Pride was definitely the emotion for such a compromising game. Emma's intended cannonball would drop short of her catching it, leaving her in a moment of embarrassment. Not to worry. Resident flirt, Marshal Mozor, would be her target when she unravelled the paper. No wonder she was blushing. Her dare would be exactly the kind of silly shenanigans that he would get on board for, though. Already dressed like a crewmate, Marshal finished the look with a parrot, went to the edge of the ship and hopped on one foot as commanded, belting, "My name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed the whole way around!”

EmmaLee LeDames was giggling with excitement as she approached the setting of the game. Until the nerves settled in. Sparing a few words for her tentmate, also Emma (how did this group get so many Emma's????), she would be bestowed with the name of Astoria Swann. A particularly excellent inquiry would be presented with regard to the most childish thing she still does. However, the girl would be seemingly want nothing to do with the answer, departing from the situation.

@Astoria Swann did not post this round and thus has been removed from the game.

Mathias Pride would (should) be an expected face on the ship, given his penchant to take challenges way too far. And apparently he had been expecting some back alley for such illicit deals rather than the brightly decorated setting in which he soon found himself. Not that it really mattered. He'd make the best of a situation and would quickly track down EmmaLee LeDames. Anyone hoping to press some buttons ought to be minding Mathias' antics. His dare for her to beg Emma not to leave her was a crafty one. She wouldn't even find it embarrassing, though, as she spun her extensive plea not to be left alone.

Monica Evans was awed by just what magic could do to accentuate a situation. The possibilities suddenly became endless, her creativity for truths and dares exponentially magnifying on the spot. Her first victim would take the form of Hiro Bakugo who had chosen Truth. Many who had done so would find their way relatively easily paved. Contrary to what might have been expected the questions were rarely very probing. Monica's were not among that calibre. Hers would dive deep, seeking to know if he had ever lied to get out of trouble, and the details surrounding it. His response: an elaborate story of a high-speed chase on a boat evading teachers left and right as they tried to turn his hair back to normal.

Hiro Bakugo would spend some time familiarizing himself with the ship, the contents of the chest sparking Machiavellian machinations of the mind for devious future dares if only he would get the chance. He would get the chance. Oh, would he ever. Mathias Pride would be his first target, the poor boy tasked to turn around ten times (which was bad enough on its own for anyone with a weak constitution) before trying to get the first person they bumped into to tell them "you're so hot". Easier said than done. Especially given that the first person he would bump into would prove to be an unfortunate dead-end. He would have to try again, perhaps. At least the group was trimming the uninterested from the dedicated.

Evelynn Decipio would make her way to the ship. Unlike most others, she would not marvel at the setting. There was no need; she already knew what to expect. She had also come decked to the nine's with an elaborate costume to fit the theme, complete with the dignified nearly white barn owl Janus perched on her shoulder in place of a stuffed parrot. Receiving Emma Bennett, she would approach the girl with every intent to draw out a delicious piece of information and make the Truth worth it. Perhaps the girl could feel the devious intent, for she retreated, offering no answer.

@Emma Bennett did not post and so was removed from the game.

Pax Zhang had the (mis?)fortune of being paired in the same group as their quidditch captain, although seemed enthusiastic enough about that. One compliment on the 'fit later, and they were bee-lining it to their target, Nick Iris. It seemed the lion was keen on wrecking some havoc with the game and would not at all hold back as they delivered a unique dare. Nick would play along, shoving his mouth full of the horribly dry crackers before interrupting Marshal's hopping shenaniganry to tell him a very muffle and distorted "you're cute", leaving the poor boy at a loss of words.

Raul Correa would find himself in the unfortunate situation of not having ready access to an on-demand-translation service. I would have to get by with a combination of gestures and his minimal English. Drawing Monica Evans, he would presumably fumble his way through an attempt to dare her to let him change her hair colour to blue. Maybe. Perhaps. Or maybe he'd asked something else. Who could really tell. Anyone could probably respond to his challenges in whatever way they sought fit and he might not be able to do anything about it. At any rate, that was the interpretation Monica would have that very interpretation. A moment later, she would be sporting locks of luscious lapis lazuli.

Emmie Bailey was an adorable Hogwarts student to be who had found her way amidst a host of older students. Dressed ready for the game, she would collect a name from the cannon. Unfortunately, that target would be off their own game, deciding to bow out before getting in too deep.

@Kayla Realma failed to post this round and is removed from the game (was owled to inform directly of the game when the misspelling of their name was pointed out).

Nick Iris, one of Ilvermorny's broom racers, had mixed feelings about the game—excited for the challenges even if they would leave him feeling a bit embarrassed. A sentiment he came by honestly as he disparaged the lameness of his target's choice. Raul Correa had selected Truth and he would be presented with quite the question to divulge the deets of the last lie he had told. Of course that would require (1) that he understood the question, and (2) that he was capable of describing the answer. Why is the interpreter stick never available when its needed???

Marshal Mozor would find himself lost to his own thoughts initially, caught in the middle of admiring the setting, and a moment of reflection. Interrupted by his co-captain, he would offer Pax his regards before continuing the tail-end of his conversation with Evelynn. Then it was cannon time which could not possibly have been kinder to the boy. Arjan Oberoi. What luck. Finally a chance for some pay-back for the confrontation over a year back. They do say that revenge is a dish best served cold; and this one was icy. Whether Arjan took issue with the dare would be another matter entirely. He was hardly ashamed of his own appearance. Quite the contrary, in fact. He was tasked with the dare to announce to the whole group that he'd rather kiss a mirror than anyone else. Was it really a dare if that was just facts?

Arjan Oberoi might have been the only one not outright caught up in the theme of the set. The props, he silently declared, were an outrage designed specifically to upset his perfect coif and veil his most becoming features. The nerve of the organizers. Still, despite his abhorrence, he would grab a singular slightly-out-of-place-with-his-shorts prop. Just so he could have the not-a-party-pooper pass. Eloïse Duciel would be his target, and the young girl would be challenged to traipse up to play a role in rescuing a certain ginger from an alleged harasser by pretending to be the latter's new squish. Or something. It really was a shame the girl ducked out without a word. Arjan would have to find another way to clear the field for his flirtations.

@Eloïse Duciel did not post this round and thus has been removed from the game.

Sixteen had come onto the boat, but only twelve would carry into the next round. Four had bowed out early, apparently in over their heads in the shark infested waters. As a result, a handful of students had been left wanting, but the cannon would not leave them unoccupied for long. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Four shots rang as crumpled paper cannonballs would loose themselves at specific targets on the deck.

Evelynn Decipio would receive a Truth that stated, "When was the last time you cried? Answer out loud so everyone can hear."

Pax Zhang would receive a Dare that stated, "Act like a dog until your next dare."

Emma Wynn would receive a Truth that stated, "When was the last time you lied? Answer out loud so everyone can hear."

Emmie Bailey would receive a Truth that stated, "Do you have a hidden talent? Answer out loud so everyone can hear."

THE CANON HAS FIRED!

Reducio

@Evelynn Decipio is given Arjan Oberoi, who was assigned Truth & Dare
@Pax Zhang is given Emmie Bailey, who selects Dare
@EmmaLee LeDames is given Pax Zhang, who selects Dare
@Raul Correa (@Nicholas McCowan's iNPC) is given Nick Iris, who selects Dare
@Hiro Bakugo (@Kim Sato's iNPC) is given Monica Evans, who selects Dare
@Nick Iris (@Quinn Root's iNPC) is given Evelynn Decipio, who selects Dare
@Mathias Pride is given Hiro Bakugo, who selects Dare
@Emma Wynn is given Raul Correa, who selects Dare
@Emmie Bailey is given Marshal Mozor, who selects Dare
@Monica Evans is given Mathias Pride, who selects Dare
@Marshal Mozor is given Emma Wynn, who selects Truth
@Arjan Oberoi (@Serena Towers's iNPC) is given EmmaLee LeDames, who selects Dare

—Players will finish any outstanding truth questions/dares received the previous round
—Players will finish any outstanding truth questions/dares received the previous round
—Players will then ICly receive another fire of the canon to receive their next target
—Players will administer that new truth/dare to their target
—You are free to react to a received truth/dare as soon as you receive it (you don't have to wait until next week if you don't want to)
—Those who do not select a choice for the next round, default to receiving both at the behest of the canon

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