Summer Camp Truth or Dare Group 1 Closed

Moderation Post - Round 1

Dale Kurt give Gia Adelard a dare
Gia Adelard give Jack Warren a dare
Jack Warren give Lance Palmer a dare
Lance Palmer give Winter Wolfhartz a dare
Winter Wolfhartz give Isaac Lee Shu Hui a dare
Isaac Lee Shu Hui give Lisa Alistair a dare
Lisa Alistair give Noah Jupe a dare
Noah Jupe give Maximilien de Fostoncy a dare
Maximilien de Fostoncy give Autumn Ivy a dare
Autumn Ivy give Milena Orlova a truth
Milena Orlova give Violet Carrington a truth
Violet Carrington give Ethen Emrys a dare
Ethen Emrys give Falentra Black a dare
Falentra Black give Dale Kurt a truth

Important Deadlines:

By 23rd July - Week 1 (Pose your questions/dares)
By 30th July - Week 2 (Fulfil the given truths/dares)

You can fulfil it earlier or continue to roleplay. These are just the last deadlines for things. If you are not given a question/dare in Week 1 then please contact me and I'll give you a random one.

For the Attention Of:
@Lindsey Springhall (as iNPC Maximilien de Fostoncy) - @Dale Kurt - @Falentra Black - @Isaac Lee Shu Hui - @Lance Palmer - @Lisa Alistair - @Ethen Emrys - @Autumn Ivy - @Jack Warren - @Glen Pope (as iNPC Milena Orlova) - @Violet Carrington - @Gia Adelard - @Winter Wolfhartz - @Noah Jupe

Truth or Dare, Maximilien’s Dare

Daring @Lindsey Springhall

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Noah’s T-shirt

Truth or dare.

He knew this one from a school camp some years ago. Every kid had played it at some point in their lives, and if they hadn't... Well, they'd see very quickly what it was all about.

Dressed in a grey T-shirt bearing the intricately drawn symbol of Phoenix Cabin above his left chest, Isaac stepped forward with the piece of paper bearing his name. Placing his hand into the cold, purple flames, the paper dissolved, and a new slip materialized between his fingers. Pulling it out gently while walking away, he returned to his assigned Truth or Dare group while inspecting the name of his partner.

Lisa Alistair.

He looked up, and there she was, printed in bold on the back of her shirt. Blonde locks of hair, marine blue eyes that made her resemble a creature of fantasy. She was pretty for someone her age, and he smiled almost guiltily. Normally, he'd make an exception to behave better around girls, but everyone here knew what they had signed up for. He wasn't going to hold back just because she had a cute face.

@Lisa Alistair

"Hi," he began by introducing himself with a small wave. Bringing the piece of paper up to his chest, he turned it around and showed it to her for confirmation. "This is you, right?"

He spent a moment to consider, his eyes passing over the food stand some distance away. Unfortunately, he was quite good at these games.

"I dare you..." he began. "To smuggle three hundred cookies into your cabin now."

It wasn't so much the consequences of the dare that amused him. It was the ridiculousness of the image he had in mind of seeing her run to-and-fro from the food stand to her cabin with dozens of cookies while having to justify why she was ransacking the stores to anyone who asked. His eyes crinkled apologetically before he added an additional caveat.

"Those cookies cannot leave the cabin for the entire Summer Camp. Good luck!"

@Ethen Emrys

Violet wasn't sure why in the world she had signed up for truth or dare, but it was clear that she wasn't happy when she realized that she had signed up for the game without knowing, Truth to be told, she didn't even look at what the game was, she just signed up anyways. Maybe it was to overcome the shyness and embarassment that it gave her to sign up for anything, especially knowing the fact that she was going to judge everything and everyone participating.

Taking a chocolate bar alongside her to cheer her up a bit more, she went to the grounds with her Kelpie t-shirt with her name on her back, towards where her truth or dare group was. She didn't know anyone of her group, so she wasn't going to interact with any of them except r the truths and the dares that she had to do / give. She sat down, as she looked at the person she had to give the dare to. By the looks of his t-shirt, his name was Emrys- Ethen Emrys.

For a second, her mind was blank and she was unable to think about what she was going to ask Ethen to do, but then a flashback to the day she was bonked by Aurora Ranvier came back to mind and she knew exacly what to say.

''Emrys," she started, looking at the Hufflepuff. "I dare you to bonk Miss Jensen...with a water bottle."

Interacting with @Falentra Black, @Violet Carrington, and @Hjørdis Jensen

There was always something enticing and exciting about the mystery of truth or dare. Leaving your own fate to another. Ethen adored such opportunities to allow himself to be whipped forth by another to do some unknown task. Excitedly, the young boy shuffled his way forth into the sunny day for whatever awaited him. Each of them had even been granted a glorious shirt that proudly displayed their cabin animal and even had their name on the back. Ethen believed it was a good idea as he would have absolutely no idea who anyone was otherwise.

Shoving a menagerie of snacks into his pockets, Ethen contemplated also filling his arms with as much as he could carry. However, he reminded himself that he wasn’t there to snack himself into a food coma...at least for now. As he joined his designated group, he did recognize several of the faces at least vaguely but hadn’t had many extended encounters with them. He could recall ever getting trapped in a foxhole with any of them so he didn’t yet know their true heart yet.

Plopping down like a three-fourths filled bag of jasmine rice, Ethen had decided to allow the gods...or at least one of his peers to offer him a dare and he had, likewise, been granted a slip with his victim by the name of Falentra Black. His mischievous serpentine eyes wiggled about until leveling on the presumed target. He had no knowledge of them nor what they might be willing to do or not do, but that mattered little. He knew what was needed to make the area more lively.

“Falentra Black...if that is your real name!” Ethen announced. “I dare you to roll around in the dirt singing about how you are a good little goblin!”

Nothing like a good song and entertainment to start the day off. He felt like he could have done far worse but, he thought it would be better for just a little warm up...However, the girl who sent a dare his way didn’t seem to share the sentiment.

A young Kelpie-shirted girl had suddenly said his last name and pulled his undivided attention. He didn’t recognize the girl but her dare brought an instant smile to his face and he began laughing. “I know not who you are miss...but you have condemned me. I accept your challenge, the hunt begins,” Ethen said, rising and giving a dramatic bow.

‘Bonk’ he assumed meant that the girl wanted him to hit Professor Jensen with a bottle. The great mother of snakes had once aided him and Lt. Reid in stopping the spread of imaginary lava. To attack the woman now seemed like a dark betrayal against one of his most powerful allies, but the sanctity of a dare could not be infringed.

Quickly going to fetch a water bottle, Ethen tested its weight in his hand. It was balanced and slightly cool. It would do for a makeshift cudgel, he believed. So he began wandering away from his group to hunt down the elusive and powerful Professor Jensen. Holding a pair of finger in the air, Ethen pretended to check the wind direction as if he was some grand tracker out on a moose hunt… If the moose also had a terrifying repertoire of magic it could use in retaliation.

Sure enough, it didn’t take Ethen long to locate the woman off on her own and seemingly minding her own business. He exhaled deeply, still a ways off and far enough that he could back down. But he would never dream of dishonoring himself in that way. So the march began. Step after step, Ethen began to slowly close the distance between him and the old witch.

Still, several paces away, Ethen halted and locked eyes on the woman as he planned out his attack. He realized if he got any closer, he would be in danger of an instantaneous retaliation which could mean his doom. It was too risky. He would never have the chance to run away back to his group if he got any closer.

His fingers flexed on the bottle as he realized what he must do. In a swift and sudden motion and without saying a single word to the woman, Ethen launched the bottle from his hand directly at the professor’s head. He was close enough that his aim held true and he could hear the audible thud and crackle of the bottle as it careened into Professor Jensen’s head. It was a ranged bonk but a bonk nonetheless. A bonk that would go down in legend as a perfectly aimed and glorious bonk.

Only as a terrified Ethen turned to run from the woman, did he realize he could have poured out the water so that it wouldn’t have actually been painful to be hit by. He suddenly felt stupid and wanted to apologize to the professor. But it was too late...the damage had been done for the dare and as he scurried away he wondered what sorts of terrifying retribution he would face... But he tried to put it out of his mind with the hope that other students would have to do far worse.

Reducio

Actions:
Daring @Falentra Black to roll around in the dirt singing about how they are a good little goblin
Completing Violet's dare for Ethen

@Dale Kurt @Ethen Emrys

Having her Dragon logo shirt on, Falentra would have made a quick turning to the goblet to collect a random piece of paper that held a students name. Taking a quick look down at it whilst making her way towards her given group, it would read Dale Kurt. She had heard of the name before... in fact, he was of the same house, wasn't he? Either way, it didn't mean she was going to go easy on him just because of that.

Upon arriving, she decided to get straight to it. No small talk was needed here, at least not on her end. There was a few ideas that were skimming through her mind while her eyes searched the crowd for the boy. But for which one she was to narrow it down to was quite frustrating. There were the obvious 'who's your crush?' and similar petty ones, but she wasn't interested in that. She wanted to dig that bit deeper, an attempt to find out something that no other new.
Not far from where she were stood the fellow Slytherin. An approach was made and so she wasted no time in getting to the point. ''Dale?'' She started the conversation by waving the paper in front of him, her eyes locking an instant hold on his. Now should she put this sweetly, or be blunt about it? The second one seemed more...appropriate, when it came to her. ''Tell me. What is your worst fear that nobody knows about, but you.'' A smirk followed, a wicked one at that as she awaited his reply.

After receiving his answer, if it was given-- be it true or false, she would have been approached by a Hufflepuff that she hadn't seen before, or at least, never acknowledged. Like herself, he didn't wait around. A dare was given, one which she had now regrettably signed up for. She was expecting to do something badass or that could have got her into trouble but not.. this. This was embarrassing. Worse than that. Despite the matter, she was not going to shy away. ''Tch. I accept.'' Falentra gave the boy a tut, and a scowl before making her way over to a more spacious muddy area. She stood there for a moment debating on how to go about this. Getting herself dirty, which she despised mind you, was a task in itself, but singing. God she dreaded that part so much.

Rather than standing around and making herself look more stupid that she was about to, she instantly dropped to her knees then followed by laying herself on the ground, slowly and painfully rolling herself onto her back. A few forced mumbles would follow, an obvious sign that she was struggling to keep this up. ''I'm.. a good little goblin.. I'm... I'm a good l-little goblin..'' The agonizing pain she was experiencing was unbearable and so she would stop seconds after starting, her cheeks even starting to flush. There was no way she could continue, and so she jumped to her feet and used what dirt she had on her hands so cover her cheeks in attempt to hide away her flustered face.

With a quick dust off, she would stand there glaring at anyone who dared to laugh at her, or even look her way at this point.

Abilities: Fearless

STAMINA 𝟩 . WISDOM 𝟣𝟣 . EVASION 𝟫 ARCPOWER 𝟣𝟣. STRENGTH 𝟧 . ACCURACY 𝟣𝟤

Action: Giving Dale his Truth, an attempt to gather what she could of him for future use, maybe? Accepting, with fury, Ethens dare.

❀ Open to Interactions ❀
Interacting with: @Violet Carrington
Dialogue Colours: English ❀ Russian

It felt strange to her – and therefore fitting for Hogwarts, she supposed – that they would dedicate a day to this. It seemed immature and potentially humiliating … Well, Hogwarts had few Pure-Bloods as far as she knew, so it made sense that they would have to worry less if at all about embarrassing the family name.

The only reason she’d signed up was because her family had indirectly told her to. Not in so many words, but the mingle and see how they tick had been heavily indicated. Funny, how she was basically told to approach these inter-school trips the same way they approached excursion into the Muggle world. Go there, observe and mingle and participate in their activities just enough to learn what you can so you can blend in if you ever need to – and if they have any interesting advancements we haven’t discovered yet, make sure to bring information about that, if not the thing itself, home to study. (Frankly she doubted there would be anything of the latter to find at Hogwarts, considering how messy this school seemed to be. Did they even have time for anything other than the chaos, catastrophies and craziness that seemed to be ever present here if the rumours were any to believed?

But her parents’ instructions only went so far and she refused to stoop so low as to do one of those ridiculous dares. If she had to participate, she would stick to truths.

With a touch of trepidation she picked up the piece of paper with the name of who she’d have to give a truth. Violet Carrington. [She had assumed that since she picked truth, she would get a truth in return.] Casting a look around to see if she could find the person whose name she’d gotten, she meandered around for a short moment, not spotting her target.

When she caught sight of the name, the girl seemed to be grouped with some others already. Making her way over, Milena contemplated what truth she should ask for. Her instincts wanted her to ask for something serious, but this was Hogwarts and she doubted that they were supposed to ask deep, meaningful questions here. Something more fitting to this school then, even if she did not know which school her target belonged to. It did not matter, they were all currently guests at Hogwarts.

Upon reaching the other, she would have a brief moment of wondering if she was to introduce herself first as she normally would, or if this game meant she was not to. Since they all wore their names she found the latter more likely. “Violet Carrington? What is your most outlandish, ridiculous hard-to-believe memory?”, she would ask with her ever-present polite smile. In her mind that question fit Hogwarts’ atmosphere to a T. “That is, what is the strangest thing that ever happened to you?”

Action: giving Violet Carrington her truth

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Stats: ❀ Stamina: 7 ❀ Evasion: 10 ❀ Strength: 8 ❀ Wisdom 12 ❀ Arcane Power 10- - ❀ Accuracy 8

Abilities: Human ❀ Perfectionist ❀ Evasive Manoeuvers ❀ Calming Presence ❀ Sixth Sense ❀ Non-Verbal ❀

Outfit: the provided T-Shirt ❀ Skirt ❀ Shoes

──────────────── Summer Camp 2021 Reducio #ac1f53 interacting. @Jack Warren mentioning. @Violet Carrington abilities. evasive maneuvers statistics. sta 8, eva 7, str 4, wis 7, arc 8, acc 6 ────────────────

Arriving at the assigned Truth or Dare spot, Gia looked around immediately for any familiar faces. Spotting Violet Carrington, whom she knew from a few Quidditch matches and also just because they had both been first years back during the school year, she nodded towards her. She was mainly on the lookout for the person she'd been assigned to give a dare to, though, because she had one that she thought would be perfect.

Truth or Dare had always been one of the Gryffindor's favorite games. Not only because daring other people to do things that they normally might not agree to doing was so much fun, but also because it was a good way to get to know people. And also because of the first reason, of course. Mainly because of that.

Everyone was supposed to be wearing their shirt that they had been given, which was in each person's favorite color and had their name on their back, so the soon-to-be second year was pretty sure it wouldn't be too hard to find Jack... whatever his last name was. Still, she didn't spot him for quite some time. When she finally did see him, Gia rushed up and gave a quick introduction.

"Hi! I'm Gia. I think you're the person I was told to give a dare to?" the young girl grinned at the older boy, a gleam in her eye. When and if her question was confirmed, she would say, "I dare you to go to the Great Lake and jump in. With all your clothes on. And to yell the silliest thing you can think of while doing it." She looked up curiously, wondering what the boy's reaction would be. "Oh, and it would be even better if you went into the part where we're technically not supposed to go swimming—but, what? You didn't hear me say that." This part was said in a slightly quieter voice, so that no one else could hear. Then, Gia gave a small laugh and waited to see what he would do.

action. giving Jack Warren a dare

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]T[/font]ruth or dare always seemed to be a go-to for summer camp, Jack guessed. With a swaggering gate, the boy walked up to his assigned place. Tossing a small slip of paper into the purple flamed goblet, he grinned at what he wrote on the slip. Jack 'The Man, The Myth, The Legend' Warren. If that didn't explain how Jack felt about himself, there would be no other explanation worthy. There was an understanding of why he needed to wear the shirt with his name on it, but it felt a bit redundant. Most everyone should know who he is, considering he was a prominent fixture of misguided adventures within the halls of Hogwarts. Plus, he was a prefect, which might have helped get his name out there, at least slightly.

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]L[/font]ooking down at the paper in his hand, all it said was 'Lance Palmer.' Jack had no clue who the kid was, but going back to colored t-shirts, he guessed it made sense now. He hated uniforms, but the prefect supposed it made sense in this case. Just annoyed just the idea of finding somebody, the boy just yelled, "LANCE PALMER! GET OVA' HERE! I GOT YOUR DARE!" That should do the trick, Jack guessed. If the lad, known as Lance, ever found his way over to the screaming Jack Warren, the prefect would turn and give the kid a stern look. Crossing his arms and standing tall, Warren would try his best to keep himself as tall as he could. "Alright, mate. Here's your dare, kiddo. You must sing a love song to the first person you see after me." Honestly, Jack wasn't great at picking out dares. Good thing this one seemed fun, at least. (Have Fun!)

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]O[/font]nly moments after finding his dare victim and doling out his punishment, the moment they had been waiting for had come. A girl with a grin that matched his spoke up behind him. "Gia-noice. I'm Jack." The boy wasn't terrified of much. He couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh as he heard his dare. "You know I'ma prefect, right?" He just shrugged before glancing towards the waters of the great lake. Quirking an eyebrow, Jack just looked back down at Gia. "'Ight then. Sounds like a dare."

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]W[/font]hooping aloud, Jack took off in a dead sprint towards the water. The boy's whole mentality in life was just a complete screw-it type. The grass flew under his feet as the boy sped past groups of people and dashed at full gallop. The dark waters grew ever closer, and the boy could feel the wind against his face. Finally, a loud whoop escaped from the boy's mouth as he lept in slow motion over the deepest part of the lake he could reach! His arms flailed widely, and he kicked his legs as if he was already in the water. "THE SILLIEST THING YOU CAN THINK OF WHILE DOING I-" The final word of his 'silly yell' was cut off as a loud 'Sploosh!' echoed from the boy impacting the water with his stomach.

@Gia Adelard & @Lance Palmer