Magical Masquerade: the actual ball Closed

April 13th 2024
Quidditch Stadium
4pm

MODERATION!

If a person is drinking a random drink, we roll a dice while moderating. The following are the outcomes of the rolls:
1- gillywater
2- strawberry faux-jito
3- italian cream soda
4-sparkling cucumber limeade
5- strawberry yakult
6- cherry Shirley temple mocktail
7- pumpkin juice
8- berry spritzer

Mahiloz gets a cherry Shirley temple mocktail!
• dogbreath potion
@Mahiloz Evethisawe
Rp effect: Turns every breath of the drinker to flame, difficulty in speaking
Mod effect:spells have a 50% chance of failing due to being unable to speak properly, damage from being hit by the flames is 20 HP

Rolling to see if they start breathing fire before finishing the drink, 50% chance to do so
If the dice lands on 1-5, they breath fire.
t!roll d5
Result: 5. Mahiloz breathes fire while drinking.

Fang-Hui Ying gets herself a strawberry ginger faux jito!
• Babbling beverage
@Fang-Hui Ying
Rp effect: Renders the affected party unable to form a coherent sentence
Mod Effect: spells have a 10% chance to fail due to being unable to speak properly

Quentin gets a cucumber limeade!
• elixir to induce euphoria
@Della Barfield
Rp effect:Induces euphoria and happiness in the drinker, common side effects are singing and excessive nose-tweaking
Mod effect:+10% HP (please mention this in your stats for the rest of the rounds in this area)

Linda drinks a Strawberry yakult tea refresher!
• volubilis potion
Rp effect:This potion alters the voice.
Mod effect: spells have a 10% chance of auto fail due to the inability of speech, unless the potion is negated

Quinn gets herself a drink!
t!roll d10
Result: 5, strawberry yakult tea refresher
• volubilis potion
@Quinn Brook
Rp effect:This potion alters the voice.
Mod effect: spells have a 10% chance of auto fail due to the inability of speech, unless the potion is negated

Introducing nifflers in this round!
Nifflers attack people wearing shiny accessories or metals. (This is a random pick)
They will be attacking three people this round.
t!choose Mahiloz | Alyssea | Kaya | Brookline | Winnie
Result: Brookline gets chosen. @Brookline Quinn
t!choose Mahiloz| Alyssea| Kaya| winnie
Result: Kaya gets chosen. @Linda Ramirez
t!choose Mahiloz| Alyssea| Winnie
Result: Winnie gets chosen. @Winnie Harper
Nifflers sta 4 | eva 6 | str 2 | acc 8 (total = 20)
Actions: steal, escape, dig

The atmosphere was filled with chaos as the effects of the spiked drinks worsened, yet remarkably, many remained oblivious. Unless engaged in conversation with the drinker, others failed to notice anything amiss. However, amidst the commotion, Mahiloz Evethisawe began exhaling tiny sparks of fire, an act that drew considerable attention from those nearby.

The situation took an even stranger turn when a group of nifflers, lured by the glimmering sparks, emerged from the bushes within the stadium, while others burrowed their way up from the ground. These mischievous creatures then rampaged onto the dance floor, causing mayhem. They interrupted the dances of Kaya and Winnie, as well as their partners, and even bothered Brookline, who stood alone, by clawing at their dresses and sandals in an attempt to steal their necklaces.

NOTE:

Please mention the potions in effect, for the ease of moderation, especially if you are casting a spell.
The effects created by potions, don't wear out for next 3 rounds.

OOC INFORMATION

A warm welcome to everybody! Please proceed with the roleplay, only after reading this section.
• Your character must be indexed. If not, check out this thread !
• Moderation of this thread occurs once a week, unlike the treasure hunt thread.
• A character is allowed to only have one moderated action per round.
• Please specify your actions at the bottom of your post.
Moderated actions are described below:

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Moderated actions are those actions that requires rolls like casting a spell on someone, physically fighting (like punching) with someone, surprising someone etc. Rolls are not needed for pre-decided or consented actions, like asking someone for a dance.

• Also specify your stats and abilities please at the bottom of the post!
• If your character is moving to the crafts thread, please specify.
• All normal h.io rules are to be followed.
Thankyou for reading! I hope you have fun.

Date: 13th of April 2024

Interacting with: @Mahlioz Evethisawe

Thoughts: Teal Speech: Cayenne

Irina watched as Mahlioz picked up a bright red drink, topped with a cherry, sipping her own drink as she did. 'Damn, this really is good,' she thought.
The pair returned to their table, and Irina had aready finished nearly half of her goblet.
"Ooh, this is pretty good too," said Mahlioz happily, finally taking a gulp of her own drink as she sat down.
Irina grinned and opened her mouth to respond. "Fantastic double yay! Did we, oh, good to see? Good, good, what a - what a day what, a what, a what, day what a day, yay!"
Her throat felt ticklish and she gave a choking laugh, surprise filling her at the outburst of words. What in the name of Merlin was going on?

She looked up at Mahlioz and tried to say something coherent but instead another round of gobbledegook tumbled out. "Easy squeazy, confusion and protrusion, when did we, why did we, how would we, infusion."
A claw of panic began to creep up her throat, battling against the desperate need to continue speaking. What was going on? Had she been spiked? Irina stared down at her drink, eyes going wide as she threw it to the floor. The liquid spilled across the ground.
She looked up, frantic and dashed Mahlioz's drink from their hand.
"Don't dither, come hither, no consumption, stop, stop! Assistance needed but not forthcoming, run, get away, danger and stranger!"
Irina cried out in fear at the sudden outpouting of words, falling to the floor and grabbing onto a chair to ground her, her other hand clutching her head - she had no control over what she said. A million words flowed trough her mind, pouring out of her mouth like water and drowning her thoughts in wave after wave of confusion. What was going on? Why was this happening? Then she looked up at Mahlioz.

Actions: Dashing Mahlioz's drink from their hand (after they have consumed some)

Has consumed Strawberry faux-jito

Rp effect: Renders the affected party unable to form a coherent sentence
Mod Effect: spells have a 10% chance to fail due to being unable to speak properly[/size]

Stamina: 5 || Evasion: 4 || Strength: 6 || Wisdom: 7 || Arcane power: 8 || Accuracy: 5
|Wandmaker|

Getting Ready to Dance with Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

Emily's whole body shivered as she tried to get a grip on herself, feeling it was the only rational thing to do before she feared she would lose it. She had her hands clamped together and her feet glued together under the table, worried she would suddenly swing something if she didn't keep an eye on her own self. Not that it stopped whatever she was feeling inside where she was still looking beady-eyed at her soda like it was the most wanted man alive.

At Aurélie's suggestion to a dance however Emily pulled every last string of willpower left to appear somewhat composed, managing a smile and nodding politely. "I think a dance sounds like a great idea...!"

Anything to distract myself from this blasted stupor... Emily was even tempted to completely abandon it or hide it behind a pot plant like something out of a comedy.

She offered a stable (enough) hand to Aurélie and the two walked out into the open floor where other guests were already trying to bust a move - some more amusing than others.

"I should point out that I'm not very good at formal dancing," she said sheepishly. Though Emily felt that was the last thing she needed to be worrying about right now given that she was still in a slight agitated buzz. Not to mention the fact that Aurélie seemed a lot more free spirited than to be one for slow movements.

Emily tried to get a feel for the music playing in the background and moved her body accordingly in a slow build-up, though she felt like a stick as she kept in mind that she was still feeling uncontrollable.

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@Winnie Harper

Attire: Clothing and Mask

Percival could only grin slightly from the fact he always got bullied, which in all honesty wasn't wrong "There's a good reason for that, but I'll let you find that out rather than telling you myself" he said with a small shake of his head "I'll be honest, I don't think very highly of him" the Slytherin said with a slight frown to Winnie. Matt didn't deserve her by any sense of the imagination, it was a miracle she had stayed with him for this long.

"Tá cónaí ar mo sheanathair gar do Chorcaigh, déanaimid iarracht cuairt a thabhairt air ina theachín gach cúpla seachtain" "My grandfather lives near Cork, we try to visit him at his cottage every few weeks" part of it was a lie. Instead of a cottage, he had a large mansion in the countryside well hidden from the muggles. That wasn't something she needed to know and doubted she'd ever know by the time they had finished up their time in Hogwarts "Beidh orm ceist a chur air faoi Gobbledy Books an chéad uair eile a fheicim é. Téann sé go Baile Átha Cliath go minic le haghaidh gnó." "I'll have to ask him about Gobbledy Books the next time I see him. He goes to Dublin often for business." There was a good chance he hadn't even seen it before, but it was worth the ask.

Percival fell silent when she grabbed his hand and questioned him on why they wouldn't get along. Of course it wasn't fair, but he was doing it for a reason. As he thought before, Gray revealing his face was only going to ruin the night for both parties. The thing that saddened him the most was if they were going to speak again, and he already knew the answer to that. Winnie and Percival were most definitely going to speak again, however, it wouldn't be the same as now.

After tonight, everything was going to return to what it used to be.

Opening his mouth to reply, Percival was going to spill the beans on the whole ordeal until he saw a sneaky Niffler trying to complete a grand heist of Winnie's jewelry "What in the merlin are you doing with that!?" he grunted as the small creature began to try and dig into the dirt and make a grand escape "Oh, not so fast" The Slytherin grunted while making a dive to try and make a grab for the thief.

Brookline Quinn ✩ First Year ✩ Ravenclaw

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Mentions: Reducio open to any interactions!!

Location: Reducio Quidditch Stadium

Thoughts & Speech: Reducio Brooke -- Thoughts = italics Speech Tigeress -- speech

Quote: Reducio "Throw me to the wolves, and I’ll come back leading the pack,"

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Watching the dance floor, Brooke swayed slowly in time to the music. Thinking deeply, she hadn't realize chaos had entered the ball.

As chaos made its way through the ball, Brooke snapped out of her thinking and saw a few niffers scraping for shiny things, including what Brooke was wearing. Biting her bracelet, a niffler had a head’s start burst.

Gasping in fright, she cried aloud, “Hey! Give that back!” Brooke lunged for the tiny animal. It had taken her bracelet. What the hell are yeh actually doing yeh piece of shi..?! Oh shut up, the girl thought, cursing as she tripping over her teal dress as her fingers brushing the soft fur of the niffer.

Escaping, the niffler made his way to the grass where he dug a hole and disappeared. “Hey!” Brooke muttered, crossly glaring at the hole the sneaky little thief made. Swearing badly, she stood up and brushed the dirt and grass off her dress. She couldn't help think: Why me?

Walking back to her table with no bracelet, Brooke saw a few more nifflers running around the dance floor.

Bloody hell, how did nifflers get out the loose?! She thought, looking at others who had been attacked as well as her. Wildly, searching around, Brooke muttered, “Could this get anymore interested and worst at the same time?” Spitting out curses, Brooke wondered how nifflers could do this?

The professors?! Would they? Maybe. Or was this all a nifflers being nifflers? Brooke thought, making sire to watch. She surely wouldn't know when a muffler would attack again.

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action: being robbed by nifflers.

Outfit:

Reducio

Stats ~ Abilities

Reducio STA 8 •EVA 5• STR 6•WIS 8 •ARC 4• ACC 4 ~ lovely creature.

OOC Note:

Reducio

Date:

Reducio April 13th

Word Count: 261 . 200

Dress
Hair
Old mask
New Mask
Shoes

"I'm a half-blood too. But it was a little different for me too."

It came to her mind when she learned that he was a metamorphogus. It was a very different and unforgettable time. This moment changed her life.

"Wow. Mae hyn mor cŵl. I'm Welsh too. I just said in Welsh languge this is very cool."

She had spoken in Welsh without meaning to. She felt the need to explain this. She spoke this language between her mother and father, but she did not know it very well because she could not go out and only spoke with her family.

"I love reading books, collecting flower petals, spending time with my mouse Vick, listening to music, and meeting my friends. What about you?"

She gently petted the mouse on her shoulder with her right hand. Vick made a tiny sound. He had finished his snacks.

"Actually, it looks very boring. I mean, it doesn't look like me at all."

Confessed. She really didn't know what kind of ball he was expecting, but it seemed a bit boring. 'I wish something would happen' she thought.

While she was in the air, an idea came to his mind. While in the air, she plucked a pink cherry blossom from the trees and put it in her hair. Normally she would collect flower petals, but right now she had nothing to carry with her.

@Alejandro Garcia

banner made by ernest baird

a series of unfortunate shenanigans
@Raizel Voltrouz • @Zach Zaphiere

Alyssea let herself get dragged to the dance floor, drink still in hand and voice still partially gone. Gah, they had been spiked, hadn't they? She wouldn't have minded if it didn't impair her abilities to do, well, a lot of things. Alyssea needed her voice to communicate with Raizel and Zach; she needed her voice to cast spells; she needed her voice to communicate with her cat.

Speaking of her cat, Alyssea quickly spun her head around, looking behind her legs for the fiery feline. Rusty had followed her dutifully and out of sight. He was starting to step all over her legs on their way to the dance floor but it was temporary. Rusty would need to move out of her cape once they started dancing, though.

Zach was insane, to put it lightly. As soon as they hit the floor, he was dancing like he was being judged on Dancing With The Stars. Alyssea smiled and tried to follow his steps. She was a theatre kid so dancing randomly wasn't new to her. She waved her arms around and shimmied to the music. For a moment, she did enjoy herself.

Then, BAM!

Square on her face, a searing pain bloomed and Alyssea stopped dancing. She thanked whatever god was watching over her because at least it wasn't her nose. A bleeding and broken nose was not on her list of priorities today. Alyssea would've yelled out but considering the condition her drink had given her, she just froze.

When the shock wore off, she put the glass she had first brought to her face where she'd been hit. It wasn't an ice pack but it was close enough to one. In her anger, Alyssea looked to the ground and took one step towards Zach.

outfit of the ball Reducio

action: drinking her drink again while stepping on zach's cape stats: sta 6 | eva 7 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 8 abilities: prod. transfiguration | evasive maneuvers (10% auto-dodge) effects: 10% chance to auto-fail spells (volubilis potion)

english | russian

Amina originally didn’t plan to go to the ball this time. It was always a coinflip with her: Either she loved getting dressed up and having fun with people or it was the cheesiest thing of all time that only dumb couples enjoyed. Although tonight was more one of the latter, the Durmstrang girl found herself at the decorated arch entrance of the quidditch pitch. Admittedly, she almost turned right abc around when she saw what they had done to the area. It was beautiful, yes, but how dared they to destroy the sacred place of Quidditch? The audacity!
Well, now she was here. Why? All of her friends had left to go and she flew around a bit, got bored and decided to pay the fancy event a visit after all. There should be free food and that was already worth it. Also, who knew, maybe she could catch a glimpse at her new partner in crime, her soulmate in the face of death, Aaron.
With a certain spring in her steps, she walked straight up to the entrance, casting judgy looks at all the people passing her or standing around in groups in their fancy outfits. She herself came in the same tight black pants she had worn yesterday or her late night adventure with Aaron. She hadn’t even bothered to clean the grass stains out of it. Instead of a dress of custom, she was wearing a bright, orange sweater that had a huge bee on the front.
Some students looked at her, probably confused, why she didn’t dress up.
Amina gave them a clear ’I am not underdressed, you are overdressed’, snatched a fox mask from the ones that were displayed, put it on and stalked into the crowd.

Although she made every effort to find the whole thing stupid, she couldn't help but be enchanted by the wonderful decorations. It was almost like being in a fairytale forest.
Her lips parted a little as she looked in awe.
Then she caught the gaze of a younger pupil who was staring at her with eyes as round as galleons.
Amina snorted very non-ladylike and put her hands on her hips. “What are you looking at? Never seen a girl before? Pff.”

With a disapproving shake of her head, she turned away and struggled on in the direction where she thought the food was. On the way, she kept an eye out for familiar faces.
Then she stopped so suddenly that a few people behind her began to grumble because they had almost run into her. Her heart leaped. She had spotted Aaron. He looked irresistible in his simple black outfit that exposed his strong and toned upper arms.
Man, why did he have to look so good? Amina stood there for a second, absorbed by the sight, before she pulled herself together.
With a grin, she described an arc and crept up behind him. Then, in a flash, she put her hands over his eyes and whispered in a disguised, sugary-sweet voice: “Who am I, little Aaron?”

Interacting | @Aaron Jones

Action: Entering the ball
Stats: STA: 9 | EVA: 17 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARCP: 2 | ACC: 17
Abilities: Muggle Condition | Fearless | Foulplay | Lovely Creature (Allies: None, all may admire her) | Evasive Maneuvers

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Interacting: @Percival Gray

Outfit: ✿ | ✿ | ✿

Mentioning: @

English | Irish

Winnie felt her gut twist at Percival's words. She had always had lingering doubts about Mathias' behavior, but hearing someone else confirm them was a different story entirely. It seemed like every time she had her doubts about him that they ended up ebbing away somehow. "After tonight I'm not sure that I think highly of him either," she admitted in a small, hesitant voice.

"Fuaimeann teachín iontach... Mhothaigh mé i gcónaí sa bhaile faoin tuath. D’fhás mé suas ar fheirm agus mar sin bhí go leor spáis ann le rith timpeall. Tá sé aisteach ach mothaím i bhfad níos aonaraí agus mé i gcathair mhór, nó fiú anseo... A cottage sounds wonderful... I've always felt at home in the countryside. I grew up on a farm so there was plenty of room to run around. It's weird but I feel so much more alone when I'm in a big city, or even here..." In Winnie's mind, their childhoods seemed similar. Though her farmhouse was no mansion, a cottage felt comparable. The stranger's life sounded so peaceful. "Mura n-insíonn tú d’ainm dom b’fhéidir nach mbeidh orm ach an samhradh a chaitheamh i siopa leabhar mo sheantuistí ar an seans go bhfaighidh mé thú, If you don't tell me your name I may just have to spend the summer at my grandparent's bookstore on the off chance that I catch you," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her eyes widened when she was suddenly targeted by a certain furry fiend. She was used to animals so didn't bother to go on the defensive until she saw the heart shaped gold locket in the creature's hands. It was special to her and allowed her to hear the voice of a loved one when she was missing them. "Hey! No! You sneaky little-- That's a gift from my Grandmother!"

Her palms grew sweaty as panic set in, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps. She dove towards the creature as it darted back to the ground. Unfortunately, she did not have the sense to look before hand, or she would have noticed the stranger also going for the little thief. Their bodies collided with a surprising force, Winnie found herself landing on top of the poor Slytherin.

For a moment, she was too stunned to move, her heart pounding furiously from both the rush of adrenaline and the unexpected intimacy of their predicament. "I—I'm so sorry—" she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

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Interacting with/Mentioning: @Emiline Hunter and @Open For Interactions	Word Count: 201/200	Outfit: Reducio Reducio Mask: Reducio

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I was suddenly surrounded by chaos. People were being weird under the influence of drinks and weird furry beasts-nifflers if I remember right-were appearing! I grabbed my choker, hoping nifflers wouldn't see it as sparkly. I turned to Emiline, a bit panicked. "Um...does this usually happen at Hogwarts events?" I asked in a faint voice. It was far far far too much chaos and madness to understand. I took a few deep breaths and tried to see if there were any non magical catastrophes happening. There were people acting confused and holding a drink-magical. There were people running after nifflers-magical. I couldn't really find any non magical problems here. Perfect. I sighed aloud, extremely annoyed at myself for coming. I took a step back as if to distance myself from the craziness. All it really did was bring me closer to the drinks and the weird people having drunk the magicked ones. I felt like I was going to faint I was so stressed. "Can we sit down? It's....not great here right now. Just don't drink the drinks." And I sat, trying to calm myself. This magical horror was in my worst nightmares. And now it was coming true. 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: Being taken aback by the sudden appearance of Nifflers and trying to hide her necklace. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤: Stamina 7| Evasion 7| Strength 3| Wisdom 6| Arcane Power 5| Accuracy 7 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: The Muggle Condition

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