Twirl the Flagon — Group 4 Summer Camp '22

Action: Hugging and offering Haley a brotherlike kiss on the cheek

Owl / DM for Interaction

For a moment Ronnie gave Jack a minute or so to prepare for his hug. For the Portuguese boy, there was nothing big of a deal behind a simple hug. But it is just his opinion. For others that are not custom or so keen on physical touch, a simple hug from a stranger could make them feel uncomfortable.

Ronnie smile softly to encourage or perhaps Ronnie wanted to ease Jack a bit for what was to come. Once Jack was readied to be hugged by the Castelobruxo student. the blue-grey eyes boy engulfed him with a hug. A warm and almost brotherly-like hug. Soon once the hug was ended, Ronnie parted his way and returned to his seat.

Then the game continued on. Ronnie had lost count of how many rounds were already in. All he knows in this round, Charles is the one that took the initiative to spin the bottle first. The bottle spun and spun and spun. While the bottle is spinning, Ronnie unconsciously held his breath. Once the bottle stopped and it landed on Haley, Ronnie was curious about what Charles would do in that kind of situation.

After giving Haley a compliment, Charles then decided to give the redhead a brotherlike hug and a kiss on her cheek. Ronnie smiled at the display. So what he assumes throughout the summer is true. Both Charles and Haley share a sibling-like bond since Charles mentioned that Haley is like a sister to the blonde.

When the bottle stay doormat and nobody touch the bottle, at first Ronnie feel a bit hesitant to touch the bottle but as the old saying said the show must go on. And so the fourth year brave himself as he spun the bottle. Perhaps it was just how nervous he is or perhaps he did not know his own strength.

The bottle spun for quite a while until gradually and slowly came to a stop. As the game went on, the angst deep within the Portuguese boy grow. Ronnie then looked up to whom the bottle pointed. At that point, Ronnie is about to get up and leave the tent but he is determined to sit this through and finished the game.

Sooner or later he needs to kiss someone. He could not hide under a hug or perhaps a pat on the shoulder to blanket his inner nervousness. It was inevitable and it seems at this point it was the time to prove Ronnie was not just another pretty face in the group. Ronnie took a deep breath and stilled himself.

His heart beat erratically and thundered inside his ribcage but at least the one he will kiss was not bad on the eyes. After asking people who sat beside Evelynn to move a bit to the side, the dark-haired boy was seated beside the lioness. It's funny how the universe works sometimes. One minute he got jealous that Evelynn was kissing Charles.

And now he will be the one that kissed the Gryffindor girl. "Hello,"Greeted Ronnie to the other girl. Ronne then took a deep breath to still his inner tsunami-size of nervousness. Once he centered enough and less than a nervous wrecked, the blue-grey eyes boy face the Prefect. Ronnie then put his hand on the side of Evelynn's neck.

In theory, he knows how to kiss someone but he never applied it before. Nobody told him kissing someone could make him this nervous. Once Ronnie put his hand on the side of Evelynn's neck, he put his thumb against Evelynn's cheek. He rubs his thumbpad against the girl's cheek softly and slowly.

To be honest the thumbpad's caressing is more to ease his nervousness than the other girl. Evelynn seems to have no problem kissing others, unlike the Portuguese boy. "I am going to kiss you now,"The Castelobuxo Duellist said to Evelynn as his way to ask the other girl's consent. Once his inner nervousness and turmoil calms down a bit, he closed his eyes and leaned forward.

If Evelynn decided to kiss Ronnie, Ronnie would capture Evelynn's lips between his own. He will give the girl a chaste and soft kiss. But if Evelynn decided to not reciprocate Ronnie's kiss, a hug will do just fine.

Action attempting to kiss Evelynn Decipio

@Cassandra Ironwoods as Ronnie

@Henry Knight as Charles

Haley looked at the boy a little confused, just for a moment her eyebrows were drawn together and she wondered why it was she who had to make a decision? After all, it took two, didn't it? There wasn't much time to think about it or talk about it, because suddenly he was standing in front of her. Haley didn't say anything but just looked at him, her gaze slightly upwards as he was taller than her.

When he gently tucked her hair behind her ear, goosebumps spread over her body, but she tried not to let them show. It was the moment when, for a moment, she had hoped for a kiss. She finally got it, a kiss on the forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment at the gesture before turning back around and walking to her seat without another word.

One might think that Haley had fallen for the boy, but that was not it. It was the gestures, the touches. It was what she missed.

She sat back down next to Charles and tried to laugh. "It's not like we shared a kiss but I got one." She glanced briefly at Ronnie, "Certainly not. At least not from Ronnie, the American isn't really interested in me though." She remarked to his comment. "I bet I get paired with Ronnie." She laughed now, just to tease Charles a little.

Haley went quiet for a while after that, her thoughts circling around what she had been feeling. She hadn't been aware that she had missed those affections and caresses, but it had been nice. A little chaos reigned inside Haley, how did one deal with that? Realising you were missing something but couldn't have it? She had no control over it and couldn't just decide that she would fall in love again now and so would the other person and then everything would be fine. Her thoughts were pure nonsense and she tried to concentrate on the game again.

Just in time, because it was her turn to spin the bottle again. It spun and spun and not as she had hoped, it didn't land on Ronnie, but on Charles. Haley looked at the bottle, then at Charles and then back at the bottle. While she was confused one moment, the next she started laughing. She already guessed that Charles was brooding and she also guessed that he wasn't going to kiss her. She wouldn't hold it against him and she could understand why. "No worries!" she assured him with a soft smile before leaning forward, taking him in a tight hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek as well. Not in a romantic way, but between two good friends. Between brother and sister.

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INTERACTING: Cielle Johansen (@Ivy Bellamy) @Percival Gray
MENTIONING: Charles Alluring
COLOR GUIDE: 580404
TRUNK: ✕✕✕
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The older girl stood and kissed Olive, and Olive quickly kissed her back before they broke apart. The kiss hadn’t been emotional, but it was good enough for the game. She smiled back at the girl and went back to take her place across the circle again.

This time, she would finally get a turn to actually spin the bottle instead of just being the one it landed on. She took the bottle in hand and spun it in the middle of the circle. It spun around the entire circle a couple times, before it finally came to rest on a boy whom Olive was unfamiliar with. However, she was fairly sure, at least, that he was from Hogwarts.

Crossing to where he was in the group she raised her eyebrows slightly, almost daring him to get up and more importantly, showing that she would not be going down to his level. She hadn’t missed how in the last round he had been inconsiderably rude to the boy he had been kissing. While she didn’t exactly know that boy either, she didn’t like seeing people be rude to others.

If he were to stand, Olive would wait for him to tell her what he wanted to do, whether it be a kiss, hug, or whatever else there was in this game. There was no telling whether or not she would agree with him, but at least she was giving him the choice.

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

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Interacting with @Sienna Lenoir @Zykeal Lane and @Jack Burnett

Percival didn't take much bother of what the other student had to say about his kiss. He said it needed work, but more than likely it was going to be the best he'll get for the rest of the night. As Gray leaned back in his seat, he heard the annoying Jack Burnett clap and whistle for such achievement. He seemed to have great pleasure in watching Gray out of his comfort zone, something that made Gray sigh deeply. Without looking, he slowly raised his middle finger at the boy, not bothering to waste his breath on the ginger at all.

Looking on, he saw a girl spin the bottle and steadily land on him. On further inspection, she looked younger than he was, possibly a first or second year if he was being generous. Kissing her would be out of the question, he didn't fancy doing that with a girl that was two years younger than him. One year or the same was understandable, but two was certainly pushing the line.

Gray got to his feet after a few moments of silence and stood before the girl, his head looking down at her slightly "We're hugging, nothing more, nothing less" he stated bluntly, before opening his arms wide and hugging her for a few seconds. Eventually, the pureblood pulled away and straightened his clothing. Giving a slight nod to the girl he walked off, kneeling next to the bottle to give it a spin.

The glass spun fast, its speed only decreasing after a few seconds of rotation. When it came to a halt, he looked up and saw the boy it landed on. This time he knew this student was the same age as him, considering he had seen him in some of his classes. Gray didn't know his name, but in all honesty that didn't seem to matter at all.

Percival wandered over to Zeke and stood there silently, his curious gaze looking him up and down "You have an option here, kiss or hug. If you're going to choose the first at least try compared to some of the others" he asked of him, opening his arms wide and closing his eyes to know that he was ready for him to come over.

"And please, don't even think about doing something stupid..."

Jack was fine with the brotherly hug from Ronnie, but it made him miss his real adopted brother, Ruka, a little. Nevertheless, he parted from the Castelobruxo student with a smile. He seemed like a kind, thoughtful guy to be so considerate and Jack was grateful for it. He made a mental note about the kid for future reference.

When Percival Gray looked his way at his congratulatory clapping and whistling, Jack found himself flipped off and couldn't help laughing at that. Of course Gray would take it as an insult; at least coming from him. Never mind that Jack was actually being sincere about his admiration. He wouldn't have even guessed that Gray had been out of his comfort zone when he'd kissed the other student since he had behaved so confidently.

Then the bottle was spun again and Jack cursed his rotten luck. Out of all the possible people who could have landed on him, it was the same foreign student who'd decided that attempting to crush his ribs without a word would be appropriate. Jake made a face, glaring at the other boy as if daring him to try such a stunt again, as he waited for the bottle-spinner to make his move.

Hadrian Zuheir (@Aurelia Notrésvace's iNPC), @Percival Gray, & Verona Andréas (@Cassandra Ironwoods's iNPC)

Stunning Banner by Winnie Harper

Interactions: @Zykeal Lane ===============

Mentions: @Evelynn Decipio @Leonard Oaksworth

As if the cruelty of the game could further deepen the wounds it had already opened, the bottle would yet spin, revolving upon an unseen appendage of fate as its keeper weighed variant options. Time and again, it fell onto another participant, like an authoritative finger sealing the destiny of its victims on a whim. And like pawns in a game of wizard chess, they inexorably obeyed, stepping dutifully in place for the ultimate enjoyment of a hidden governor. Be it for the sake of decisive attack, or a ploy of distraction whose goal was met through mortal injury; in the end, none of it truly benefited the pieces in any way. They were but martyrs whose pain would be buried beneath the facade of a fleeting thrill.
All based upon the decisions of a container cast in glass, mere suggestions that impelled unquestioned loyalty to the will of its command.
Yet the longer its torment dragged on, the pitiless titters of fate echoing in hollowed ears, the more resentful Marshal became toward its apparent authority.

Thus, when that implicating finger found him once more, the realization washed over him like warm water on a summer afternoon. Dissatisfaction at the one who’d directed the spin scarcely registered against the wall of animosity that had been erected betwixt himself and all those around him - built particularly thick on the side of his supposed best mate.
Features pinched in fury snapped from Leo’s face as a boy topped with ginger hair knelt before him. One pair of eyes met those bathed in a hood’s shadow, the former eclipsed by the deepened steeple of a brow as the latter burned a message into them. The red-head’s words carried the substance of harmless advice, and under normal circumstance, Marshal likely would have taken them at face value. However, as a result of fresh betrayal, the spurned lion experienced a lapse in his ability to see the best in people.
The momentarily heightened sense of negative intent made clear the underlying threat in that hooded gaze.

His patience was spent, the fuse that represented self-control almost entirely reduced to ash, leaving the hungry spark that devoured it dangerously close to the gunpowder that had built in his chest.
”And what is that supposed to mean?” he bit back, unable to keep the vitriol from coating his voice. The retort tore from his throat at a more extreme volume than he intended, but appearances hardly seemed relevant at this point.

He felt isolated. Alone amidst the people whose proximity to his heart had been sorely misplaced.
Leo had taken his trust, his loyalty, his friendship, and crushed them all under the merciless heel of his shoe. In one fell act, the true colors of a snake had shown through, leaving Marshal to wonder how he couldn’t have seen it sooner; to wonder why the other boy would tease him along on a string, only to sever their connection after two years of near constant companionship. It made no sense, but then, nothing did anymore. And making the effort to decipher the nature of reality only twisted the knife that had been placed in his heart.

Evelynn had done nothing, save for take part in a game with more fervor than he’d ever thought possible, and yet the space between them only seemed to widen as she watched with apathy from her perch.

As though caught in a waterfall of sand, cascading over the brink of an island occupied only by him, both of them seemed to fall away, fading into the unrecognized abyss below. Anger waned as solitude settled in, every heartbeat throbbing with percolating numbness.
He was alone. In a crowd of people, it was suddenly apparent that not a one of them was there for him. They didn’t care. Even those he’d placed above all else couldn’t do the same in return.

She would never see him as more than a helpless boy who couldn't hope to become anything on his own.

And he had never truly been real. Nothing more than an idealistic fallacy of the brother he’d never had.

Like a thin sheet of glass, moisture coated his eyes, noticeable only in the sheen of firelight that rebounded off its surface. Eyelids firmly lowered, imprisoning the tears before they could coalesce and manifest for all to see. A sharp intake of air through his nose was quickly disguised by a cleared throat.
He wouldn’t allow it to show. Pictures of his father’s unfailing grin wafted before closed eyes. He never had.
And so he never would.

Hazel irises were unveiled anew, vision reforming in time to represent the image of the boy who’d spun him throwing the derisive mimicry of a kiss to the air in Evelynn’s direction.
Instability of emotion conquered rationale for control over instantaneous reaction. Anger clamored over jealousy, while anguish overstepped regret, every twisted sense and sentiment born of this accursed game flowing into his legs as he lifted to his feet.
It was horrible. Darker emotions than the past preceding his attendance of this school had ever evoked now charged through him, hatred bleeding through his veins. Hatred for the emotions themselves, for the situation in which he’d found himself… and for the one in the mirror who simply wasn’t enough.
But it was also beautiful. As every one of those dark thoughts consolidated into a singular moment of clarity, and every twitching muscle in his dominant arm guided that hand to the waist of his sweatpants, the weighing gravity of it all granted certainty as to what he should do. He needed a release; some way to unleash the mounting effects of insignificance. And in absence of will to do so upon Leonard, there remained one target at which this release could be directed.

Fingers closed around cherry wood. Thinning pupils set his aim even before the wand was removed from its sheath, smooth surface brushing against the skin of his hip as it was lifted upward, then subsequently directed at the hooded red-head.
Grim resolve rendered its monotone effect on the sole word that rumbled from his chest. ”Flipendo.”
It couldn’t be denied. The incantation was delicious upon his lips. But it left a bitter aftertaste.

Whether the ill-advised spell realized its purpose or not, another instant would see a wave of horror wash over Marshal’s face, wand still extended in lasting proof of the action he’d just taken.
Disbelief at what he’d done permeated his countenance. Yet a different feeling altogether was what clogged his lungs, breath frozen in his throat while he stared vacantly at the space his spell had been aimed. The only other thing he recognized was the sudden abandonment of all emotions that had led him to this extreme.
Now, in the wake of thoughtless retaliation, he only felt empty. Numb.

Another moment later, his statuesque visage was shattered. Breaking the hold that had pinned him in place, he would whirl around and sprint from the tent, escaping the light for the blanket of night if nothing stopped him by force. He did not glance at Leonard, nor did he meet the gaze of Evelynn. He needed to escape.

Action: Casting Flipendo at Zykeal. Attempting to flee the tent.

MODERATION POST—Round IV

Inisible is the pain fo rejection and regret, black tendrils slithering themselves insidiously around their target to suffocate their breath and darken their hearts. It is a phenomenon that can take two forms. In both, it starts unnoticed. In one, the victim perishes, imploded into themselves and their own self-loathing and pity. In the other, emotion overrides the capacity of their being, exploding outwards to take out anyone in its path. This group would bear witness to hte latter.

Charles Alluring was falling hard for Ronnie and could not at all seem to clear him from his mind during the game. Even the faces of those he paired with would be mentally plastered with Ronnie's likeness instead. Although that could only go so far. There was no way he would take that same approach after being spun by Haley Rose, the sister-by-choice. The girl had also been hoping to get Ronnie, but took the result with a laugh: a bear hug and platonic kiss on the cheek.

Verona Andréas, meanwhile, seemed to be suffering with a building of anxious anticipation. As the game went on, he became more and more dissatisfied. Quite aware of the fact that he was crushing on a couple of people who actually happened to be present, he wanted to "get over" his first kiss. To seal that accomplishment away and enjoy the release of the nerves that would come with it. His opportunity would come in the form of Evelynn Decipio who was less than impressed to have been paired with the Rafael D'Spacito look-alike. Deciding personal discomfort was preferable to any show of vulnerability, however, she would accept the kiss, unknowingly taking another first kiss for the collection in her little black book.

Returning from a mutual kiss with the Durmstrang girl, Olive Adair would finally take matters into her own control and have a spin of the bottle. "Rude boy" Percival Gray would serve to be her partner for the pairing and she would walk over to him, look down at him, and then... stand there. Whether he recognized the challenge for what it was or not, Gray would get to his feet and take the control from her. Deemed too young for anything else, a hug was all she was going to get from him.

Then it was Percival's turn to spin. As though sharing a pole with every girl in the ring, Percival would be progressively paired with every boy, it seemed. This time, Zykeal Lane. The offer would be given, the challenge laid bare. The only question remained was whether Zykeal would do something stupid or not... Or ignore the gesture entirely.

Jack Burnett would catch a slice of luck, it seemed. Hadrian Zuheir the bear-crusher had taken his turn, the bottle once again pairing the two. This time, however, Jack would not fall victim to another attempted murder. In fact, it seemed as though the foreigner would lose interest in continuing the game, making no move at all. Unfortunately, Jack would miss out on a potential lovely interaction. On the plus side, he would assuredly live to spin another bottle.

And then there was Marshal Mozor. The source of the broiling and simmering emotion. Already heavily dosed with jealousy, he would dash the dish with a healthy dose of dismay. Resentment and indignation would be added to the mix and set to boil. And for the garnish, an over-abundance of betrayal. Needless-to-say, he had been served a steaming pile of emotional garbage, and the figurative table-flipping would send it flying. Zykeal's air-kiss to Evelynn would serve the final straw, leading Marshal to jump to his feet to send a rushed jinx flying at the brooding ginger.

Reducio

Very nearly a horrible backfire, Marshal would just manage the casting adequately enough for light to fly from his wand. Whatever shock and disgust at his own actions might have appeared in the split-second after the loosing of the spell, it would make little difference. The damage would be done as it collided with Zykeal to send him stumbling backwards. Given no attempts by anyone to interrupt his flight from the tent, his hasty exit would be uninhibited.

Marshal Mozor successfully exits the thread.

@Ivy Bellamy, @Leonard Oaksworth, Cielle Johansen (@Ivy Bellamy's iNPC), Hadrian Zuheir (@Aurelia Notresvace's iNPC), and @Zykeal Lane did not post in this round and thus will not be included in the next round's spins. They will be considered to have taken their leave from the game. They are, of course, welcome to make an exit post and/or to react to any outstanding interactions.

THE BOTTLE HAS CHOSEN AGAIN!

Reducio

@Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Verona Andréas (@Cassandra Ironwoods's iNPC)
@Olive Adair (@Sienna Lenoir's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Haley Rose
@Percival Gray spins the bottle, and lands on @Jack Burnett
@Jack Burnett 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 Sunday, August 21st to post

Action: Bluntly kissing Ronnie then apologizing, being flustered