Twirl the Flagon — Group 5 Summer Camp '22

Interacting with: @Winnie Harper as Felix Kolbeck

After kissing Alec, Serena felt a very slight tingle on her lips. Was that a normal reaction to experiencing a kiss? Maybe it was just because she was unfamiliar with the sensation? The fourth year quickly waved off the strange feeling and turned her attention back to the bottle spins. It seemed as if some people had left the game. There were only six people left, counting herself. So it was no surprise that the bottle again landed on her.

This time, Serena did not recognize this person, not even from the halls or common room. So that meant that this boy was likely from another school entirely. She smiled as the boy introduced himself as Felix.

“Nice to meet you, Felix! I’m Serena.” Serena giggled at his joke. “Well, in that case, I’m fine with a kiss,” Serena said.

The fourth year felt slightly more confident after getting that first kiss out of the way. As she got closer to Felix, she closed her eyes and leaned in. Serena felt her lips lightly tingling again. Was it in anticipation of what was to come? It was hard to say. She again brushed the sensation off as her inexperience with this sort of thing.

Action: Attempting to kiss Felix

Elena had gotten lucky once but that didn't mean it would be the same all the time. One hug, a cheek peck and one miracle from Merlin above had seen her through and she glanced around at their dwindling numbers. Maybe she could actually make it through without too much trouble, the girl thought to herself knowing there was at least one more bottle spin in it for her as her gaze swiveled to rest on the object watching as it spun almost as if picking apart the potential participants choosing and pairing them. The suspense was almost unbearable as it shuddered to a stop, another girl and the Gryffindor shoulder's almost sagged with relief. Unless the other girl felt different, the brunette could merely pass this off as a exchange of mere friendship as the bottle sat there waiting for them to commence whatever it was they chose to carry out with it as the Gryffindor girl clambered to her feet.

She'd seen some of the more bolder actions the other participants had thrown themselves into and was sincerely hoping this girl wasn't anything like that. Truth be told, she had been too focused on trying to make it through this to really focus on what everyone else had been doing in response to their bottle pairings and with a lessened amount of people now, it made it a bit easier to respond to the situation but it still carried it with some degree of nerves. She lifted her arms in a question to Irinia, the message clear as day as she closed the distance. "A hug never hurt anyone." She said with some slight jesting allowing Irina to have the final conclusion in whether she would wholly retreat from the situation or perhaps swoop in for something bolder although Elena doubted it but you could never be too sure, right?

Regardless of what route they traveled down, Elena sought solace in the fact that this perilious activity that the Gryffindor had been misguided into was slowly giving her the light at the end of the tunnel. "Elena." She said in an introduction to the girl her fate was interwined with for the next couple of moments, perhaps a silly moment they could look back on later if the chance arose or on the other hand, a moment to stuff away into the darkest corner of the globe never to speak about again. Both options were perfectly understandable to her wondering just how Irina would react trying to push down the armada of nerves that were racing through her veins.

Interacts with: General thread members.
Mentions: General thread members.

Action: Marion complains loudly about the absolutely unreasonable attack and attempts to leave the tent.

Slightly late exit post, here we go~
@Jack Warren | @Annie Morgan as Milosh Rehnquist

Her spell hit home with satisfying impact, her first minor success on this cursed night. She'd saved Milosh from potentially getting his soul sucked out by an evil child-eating monster, not that he'd know to appreciate it. Dee remained tense, eyes on Marion and wand in hand, waiting for the reaction that was certain to come. But whatever retaliation she had expected, it hadn't been the (very reasonable) one of Marion jumping up and complaining about being attacked out of nowhere, her voice full of justified indignation.

Dee jerked back when Marion stormed towards her, only to blink and turn when the girl went past her, out the tent flaps that she herself had been heading towards not two minutes ago. Her body still refused to lower the wand as the girl disappeared into the darkness, her heart beating fast, still waiting for a counterattack that was apparently not coming. Which... made sense, if she took a second to think about it. Marion had been keeping a low profile at this school for years (probably), she wouldn't want to mess it up for no reason. Dee though, she'd have to be careful in the future.

Her first impulse was to follow, but there was a reason she'd never tried to go out and confront the hag on her own. Despite her brain sometimes shutting off in critical situations, logic told her she was likely no match for Marion, not on her own. So she stayed, breathing heavily, and finally forced her wand down.

"You'd thank me if you knew what I know," she snapped at Milosh preemptively, no matter whether anyone was planning to call her out on her actions. She'd had her reasons, and if she seemed slightly crazed to the other present students at this point, that was hardly her problem.

Still, her hand was trembling as she put her wand back into her pocket and turned back to Jack, suddenly feeling exhausted. "Let's go?" she asked, more of a question than before. [Unless he's brawling with Erin or something.] This was not how she'd imagined the evening to go.

Action | Leaving unless interrupted

Alec Mason

Attire

Well, the night had gone about as well as it possibly could have. For some weird reason Dealla was going around picking fights. As well as spin the bottle, or Alec supposed, 'twirl the flagon', had started out or gone: The game felt to be descending, going downhill quickly. The more downhill the game was the faster, further, quicker the game detaches and falls apart int chaos and insanity. Shuffling as he sat on the pillow, Alec was starting to think it was about time he had begun to leave.

The lesson learned after many a ball had always been you run off before everything begins to devolve into chaos. You never wanted to be the one thrown into the middle of the fighting. Alec's eyes flickered back to the middle of the circle when the bottle spine was relevant to him. The bottle landed on some tall older guy(Arjan Oberoi@Serena Towers, Alec didn't know who he was, nor did he care to know who the other was. Since the whole twirl the flagon game was going down in flames, it didn't seem like the best option to simply 'keep on keeping on'.

Besides the first kiss Alec had that night, with that girl Dealla(@Dealla Prince) had picked a fight with, it was oddly leaving him with an incredibly discomforted feeling about playing twirl the flagon in general and what had just happened. Alec had some weird kissing experiences in the past. However this one with the brunette had made it into top three. Looking back the very thought of it made his skin crawl. The experience left Alec ill at ease in the most strangely inexplainable way. Alec took in a deep breath. He would glance towards his pairing with an uncertain look.

He had two options in this situation. Alec could run up and kiss the tall guy before he peaced out or peace out and hope that one rejection doesn't mean he'll take offense. Alec, well, he decided he would have to find a good easy middle or medium. Standing up Alec spoke towards his pairing, “hey mate, sorry, but I'm gonna head out.” Able to manage a smile, Alec decided to make a joke out of the situation, feigning arrogance he was aware he didn't have(though, admittedly, part of him wished he did). He winked and teasingly spoke, “kiss yourself for me if the sting of rejection is just too much.” Was it a savage move on Alec's part? The whole thing felt less savage than he'd originally felt it would be turning out. He thought those were nice words to end the night on. With the situation now deal with and at it's end, Alec excused himself and exited through the tent flaps.

It wasn't that late and yet, still, a comfortable bed seemed to be calling his name.

Action: Past the post due date, besides, Alec doesn't know how to feel about everything that has just gone on.

Alec is heading out and leaving the thread.