The Mistletoe Spin Group #6 Summer Camp 2024

norwegian ❅ russian ❅ english ❅ swedish

august 2 outfit

@Qrowley Beithir @Della Barfield

i was waitin', in the garden - contemplatin', beg your pardon

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The blond boy in front of her didn't look like he would be talking, so the girl just smiled kindly at him, having to tilt her head up a little to actually see his face. When the music continued, she just waved and said "goodbye!" before being danced away. She waltzed around the dancefloor, trying to memorise the faces of the people she had been paired with. There had been the red-haired girl, EmmaLee, the white-haired boy, and now a boy that she recognise. Her feet stopped in front of a guy that was taller than her. She knew him from somewhere... Yes! He was a Quidditch player. Smiling at their shared hobby/passion, she extended her hand for a handshake. Free to him to take it or not. "Hi, I'm Astrid, from Durmstrang. You're a Quidditch player, right?" They were under the mistletoe, but the girl wasn't going to start anything kiss-related without clear consent of the other. Memories of the dark, cold slugs were still fresh, and consent was important. So, looking up and pointing to the branch above them, she just said "I could just kiss you on the cheek, I guess. Or... You're French right? We could just do a bise basically air-kisses on both cheeks or whatever you call it."

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sta ● 11 | eva ● 9 | str ● 6 | wis ● 10 | arc ● 7 | acc ● 9
fearless - obnoxiously strong - keen eye - charmer
charmer opponents everyone
action proposing to Quentin to just give him a kiss on the cheek
Post 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

The whole event quickly began to feel tedious. The constant dancing was wearing her feet and legs out, and only talking to each partner for a couple seconds made everything that much more confusing. It seemed everyone she had met had someone they were looking for; Guin could quite clearly tell from the way they looked longingly over her shoulder or behind themselves or just clearly not at Guin. It wasn't that big of a deal for the Slytherin, it wasn't like she was going to be sad and go sob away or something. But it made her question whether or not it was time to find a nice boy to fall in love with and dance romantically around with. She'd never had a boyfriend before, and obviously zero out of zero were from Hogwarts or any magical school really. Was she really that unattractive? That wasn't a cute thought. Guin preferred thinking that everyone else was just too in awe of her and didn't like reaching out to such an icon. Her ego was really getting out of control for no reason. Anyways.
Her involuntarily-dancing feet led her to a girl younger than her. The girl then spilt out some sappy apology about how she didn't want to kiss someone other than the person constantly on her mind. "Aw, how romantic," she said to the girl. "No kissing is fine with me. Hope you get to dance with your true love later~" What was up with all these younger kids being in love and making her feel single?? When Guin was in third year she definitely didn't remember being in love. She remembered stressing over that one A grade she got, and the fact that her mom sent a chain of angry owls about how she thought Guin's standards were higher. What would she say if Guin started dating? She didn't know, and anyways, tonight wasn't the time to think about that. She smiled politely to the girl she stood in front of. Guin didn't even know her name.

@Linda Ramirez
action: going on a little mental monologue, agreeing with not kissing

RPing as Zophyr Qethnis from Uagadou

Genderfluid, pronouns at the moment: he/him

☽ Kirundi | French | English | Swahili | Arabic | Tswana | Xhosa ☾

Date: August 2 2024 Time: Evening

Interacting with: Ren Willow-Saito @Qrowley Beithir, @Alyssea Brown Mentioning: X

Once the music stopped again, Zophyr was relieved to find that there was no wax dripping on him this time. The relief was short-lived, however, as instead of a candle, he looked up to find mistletoe. And the partner he was facing was not Ren. N-not that that would have changed anything, of course, it wasn't like he would have been happier with the mistletoe if it had been Ren, it would have been the same, obviously, just- oh gods, he had to get his brain to shut up.

Thankfully, the girl in front of him was happy to give him a distraction. "Thank you!" he replied sincerely, with a signature grin. Hey, speaking of outfits, what was Ren - nope, moving on. "I quite like your dress as well, the pink and cream go very well together."

At her introduction, and mention that she'd rather not kiss on the lips, he nodded. "All good with me. I'm Zophyr - from Uagadou. An air kiss sounds fine." Perhaps a little embarrassing, but since when did Zophyr get embarrassed? And he wanted to leave the event with at least something that had happened. It didn't seem like the rest of the students around felt like obliging.

Action: accepting the air kiss

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Outfit drawn by me and inspired by drkav's art here Art here --> made by the amazing Qrowley Beithir, here's their shop (:

Group 6

FINAL MODERATION POST

Yes and no, both words are thrown about as kisses run rampant on the sixth dance-floor. Astrid Olsen suggests to Quentin Gagné that they perform a French cheek-kiss, whilst Alyssea Brown and Zophyr Qethnis show 'em how it's done nearby. On the other hand, Guinevere Russetwood and Linda Ramirez agree to not do that. And lastly, EmmaLee LeDames freaks out about being paired with the very person she wanted to see.

The music has faded out, for good this time, and the enchanted instruments drift slowly to the ground. It seems that the event is over, officially, but will the dramatics continue? Only time will tell...

THE DANCE FLOOR HAS SPOKEN:
@Guinevere Russetwood and Kanae Suzuki (@Ara Villa) end up under a candle... that is dripping wax on them!
@Alyssea Brown and @EmmaLee LeDames end up under the mistletoe!
@Landon Matthews and Astrid Olsen (@Anastasia Varney) end up under the mistletoe!
Zophyr Qethnis (@Mahlioz Evethisawe) and Stephen Schwartz (@AngelFyre McCubbin) end up under the mistletoe!
Ren Willow-Saito (@Qrowley Beithir) and Quentin Gagné (@Della Barfield) end up under the mistletoe!
@Linda Ramirez ends up under the mistletoe! #dancingonyourown

For any questions or concerns, please owl the moderator of this event, @Aly Salinger.

This is the last "paired moderation" post, aka the last time you will be paired with a partner. The music has faded out and the event is technically over. Next Saturday, August 17, I will do one last moderation for any spells/actions that have been cast in this round, and that will be the end of moderations for this event, though you are welcome to continue RPing in this thread following that.

Removed from the Spin:
Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid)
If you have not posted in the last three rounds of the Spin, you have been removed from the event and were not matched with a partner for this final round. You are welcome to continue RPing as if you have been here, but you have simply been dancing on your own.

Abilities Perfectionist 1 & 2 Evasive Maneuvers Muggle Condition English || Russian Ency

Action Cast Orchideous; Picking up where she left off Interacting: @EmmaLee LeDames @Simon Kincaid Miles Thatcher @Mahlioz Evethisawe Zophyr Qethnis @Alyssea Brown Mention: @Qrowley Beithir Ren Willow-Saito Open for Interactions

August 2, 2024

The music did what it had done all evening and it started up again, separating him from the brunette who had either not had the time to tell him her name, or maybe worse, the inclination to do so. Stephen could not entirely blame his partners, as he was distracted by thoughts of EmmaLee, but he had at least tried to make light conversation with his dance partners in the time allotted them. This game was just not going well for anyone in this group it seemed. As a concept it sounded fantastic, but the reality of it was another thing. As his feet were carrying him away from the second person in a row to have said absolutely nothing to him, he had a thought that something was needed to shake it up - just to add some levity if nothing else.

He had decided that his plan would likely garner a swift and hard punch to the face (and an undeniably deserved one), but if the music stopped and he found himself standing in front of Miles, it wasn't going to matter whether a candle or mistletoe would be hanging above their heads. Either way, he was going to plant a kiss right smack dab on Miles' lips and wait for the fireworks to erupt. Miles would want to destroy him and grouse about it for a week, but then he'd forgive him. Stephen was sure of that much. Well, sure of the forgiveness part anyway. The timeline for such could be off by a few days or a few months.

He was not so lost in his silly little scheme that he ignored the people he encountered in the reel dance. As partner after partner came and went, Stephen smiled and acknowledged each and every one. When the music finally began to slow, his smile took the express train right to his heart. What it left behind in its place he did not know, but all thoughts of Miles were extinguished in an instant when it was clear that it would be the beautiful EmmaLee who would be standing in front of him.

When her hand slipped into his this time, knowing it wasn't going to be slipping away almost immediately, all he could hear in the moment was the raw power of the surf crashing upon the rocks in Monterey. It was one of his favorite sounds. It always astonished him he could hear the ocean, even on calm days, from miles and miles away before reaching it. His own heart felt as if it was pounding with the same power within, and he wondered if EmmaLee could hear it, too.

He wasn't nervous.

He was excited.

He was determined.

He didn't bother to look up to see whether it was a candle or mistletoe above their heads. It didn't matter. He'd had a plan all evening for this very particular encounter, and now it was time to put it into action.

Until it wasn't.

As she quickly retracted her hand from his, he caught sight of the clear distress tormenting her normally serene features as she put one delicate hand firmly over his mouth followed by the other. All had suddenly gone quiet. Then she looked, not at him, but down."I... I c-can't do this." she whispered. The crashing sound he was now hearing was no longer one of waves. It was, and felt like, the shattering of his breaking heart against the jagged rocks.

He stood stiffly still, looking down at her luminous white hair and the gentle curve of the back of her neck as she continued to speak. Even with all his internal background noise, he heard her every word. When she stepped back and started to fidget with her hands as she often did when nervous, he wanted to search her eyes, but she kept looking down. He wanted to protest that she, that all of their time together, that all of his thoughts about her, meant something to him, too, but he was stopped cold and dead to rights. Her words ruptured any hope that she might believe him when she spoke the real truth of the matter.

He had hurt her. There it was, plain and simple. She had said it. He could no longer be confused about the reason for any of the tension between them for the better part of the past year. His silence after their first kiss had hurt her. His playfulness as a way to bridge the uneasiness between them had hurt her. His ignorance about how to handle the whole situation had done absolutely nothing but hurt her. He couldn't and wouldn't offer up any excuses. He had none.

All he had in the moment was the bittersweetest of apologies to offer, and was going to do just that when the enchanted instruments started the music up again. No! No! Not now. But before he had a chance to say anything to her after her confession, they were once again moving in opposite directions and towards other partners.

Guilt and grief washed over him as the enchantments had him moving flawlessly, but mindlessly, through the dance. The smiles and nods he had had for everyone all night long were non-existent now, and he passed partner after partner with not so much as a nod. This was just perfect. This whole dance was a metaphor for the past however many months since their first, and only, kiss. EmmaLee probably thought his DNA was coded to do nothing but be silent and walk (or dance!) away from uncomfortable situations. He took a deep inhalation in at that thought and found the music slowing down once again.

When it stopped, he was happy to see Zophyr standing across from him. At least he could forgo the dull introduction. He and Zophyr had been sharing a tent for a couple of weeks now, and while they weren't exactly friends, they were at least comfortable acquaintances with one another, so Stephen felt almost certain that what he was about to do would be forgiven. He looked up to see they were beneath the mistletoe. He shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Zophyr, I know you are no more interested in us kissing each other than I am, but having spent the last two weeks with you and observing how your eyes go to a certain other someone on this dance floor every chance they get," and he tilted his head in Ren's direction with an understanding smile, "I am hoping you will forgive me for being so rude as mine have been doing the same," and this time he tilted his head in EmmaLee's direction, but with a more uncertain smile. "I just missed my golden opportunity with her, but I'm breaking ranks, and gentlemanly decorum, and am going to try and remedy that situation right now. Life is too short, my friend, and we are young just once. Maybe you should think about breaking ranks, too," and Stephen winked at him before turning around and hurriedy heading over to EmmaLee before the music started again and carried him away.

He approached her as she stood with another girl he did not know, but one he had passed by in the reels a number of times during the course of the evening. EmmaLee could see him coming over the girl's shoulder, and her eyes grew large. For a moment he thought she was going to turn and run, but she didn't.

As he drew closer, he brought out his wand and performed the Orchideous spell. When he at last was standing next to her, he did not address EmmaLee, but instead he addressed the girl opposite her. Offering the wintry white rose he held in his hand to her, hoping she would accept it, he also offered his apologies for the interruption. "Please forgive the intrusion, but this cannot wait. I know this is terribly inconsiderate, and you will just have to trust that I'm not normally inconsiderate, or maybe you don't have to trust that at all, but either way, I need to step in and speak to your partner," and he then turned to EmmaLee. "Right now."

And before she could utter a word, or the music start up again, Stephen bent down and swooped EmmaLee into his arms and carried her off the dance floor.

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OOC: As the Orchideous spell is meant to be a gift and not being cast for any kind of advantage, I'm hoping there doesn't have to be a roll as Stephen really wants Alyssea to have the rose. If she will take it. ;-0

Also, Stephen and EmmaLee's writers have longstanding permission to godmod each other.

Thank you, Aly, for moderating this. it was fun!

ACTION:
Being carted off.

Thank you for the fun game Aly. :3

ABILITIES AND STATS:

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Fearless | Dhampir's Aura, Terrible Presence, Lycanothrope's Intimidation, and any spells or potions that cause fear are ineffective.
Calming Presence | Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target.
Prodigal Transfiguration | Able to learn/perform Transfiguration spells above her current year.
STAMINA: 9 | EVASION: 8 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 8 | ARCPOWER: 9 | ACCURACY: 10

RPing as Zophyr Qethnis from Uagadou

Genderfluid, pronouns at the moment: he/him

☽ Kirundi | French | English | Swahili | Arabic | Tswana | Xhosa | JSL...? ☾

Date: August 2 2024 Time: Evening

Interacting with: Stephen Schwartz @AngelFyre McCubbin, @EmmaLee LeDames, Ren Willow-Saito @Qrowley Beithir, @Alyssea Brown Mentioning: X

Everything happened very quickly. After Miles, Zophyr now found himself in front of Stephen, another tent member. But Stephen seemed very preoccupied. Zophyr did not even have the time to say hi before Stephen began to speak.

Ah. Well, it seemed his near constant glancing over at Ren had not gone unnoticed. Red bloomed in his cheeks, but Stephen was not finished. As he explained he was in the same situation, except he'd just messed up and wanted to remedy that, Zophyr could do nothing but listen in shock. Everything was so fast, he didn't even have the time to look up and see whether it was mistletoe above them.

Because suddenly Stephen was no longer there. After a last few words of advice, that Zophyr wanted to ignore but couldn't help but store away in his mind, Stephen winked and left the dance, going right over to EmmaLee and whisking her away from the Mistletoe Spin.

Well then. That was rather unexpected.

Zophyr was left under the mistletoe (he had the time to look up now that Stephen was gone) without a partner and with only an expression of shock on his face. It wasn't often he was taken by surprise, but this had been something else. Not that he hadn't noticed the way EmmaLee and Stephen looked at each other and the way they acted in each other's presence - they could sometimes be slightly obvious - but out of everything Zophyr had been expecting for them, this was not it.

Alyssea Brown, his last dancing partner, was standing just as alone as he was - it seemed she'd been EmmaLee's partner before the blonde girl was carried away by her soon-to-be boyfriend. Zophyr debated going over to her for the rest of the round, but decided against it, instead giving her a small understanding wave from where he was standing. There couldn't be all that much time left to the round, could there?

As Zophyr's eyes tended to do, it wasn't long before they had made their way to where Ren was standing. The Uagadou student had a little more time than usual now, and he spent it admiring the Japanese boy's outfit. It wasn't long before he realized they'd gone for similar vibes - Zophyr as a butterfly, Ren as a moth. How fitting. He couldn't help but grin.

And then Ren's own eyes, red as Zophyr had never seen them, had made their way to the third year's before he could look away. He could feel a blush start to creep up onto his cheeks, but Stephen's words came back to mind. Breaking ranks. He could take advantage of this situation instead of being a hot mess. He'd practiced for this moment. He could do this. Hi, he began signing, in a rather sloppy JSL. You look very... he paused, searching for the sign. Pretty, today. Well- always. More today. Ah, he really needed to get better. But it was a start.

Action: much confusion. then standing on the dancefloor alone, waiting for the round to be over, and signing at Ren.

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Outfit drawn by me and inspired by drkav's art here Art here --> made by the amazing Qrowley Beithir, here's their shop (:

Roleplaying as iNPC Quentin Gagné of Beauxbatons
English | Français
interacting: @Linda Ramirez

Quentin had waited patiently to be matched up with the one person he had actually wanted to share a mistletoe with—surely the magical dance floor could suss out what he wanted and it wouldn't be so nefarious as to let him down?

Well, it turned out that was exactly it. The dance ended. Students began to form small groups, unmoved by the floor, or they began to leave. The mistletoes had been spun, and now the fun was over. This left Quentin a bit frantic. He tried to find Linda in their group—and her fiery red hair was easy to spot. She was still standing under one mistletoe all by herself; he was facing her back He had lost track of her during a few rounds, and he hoped she hadn't deemed someone else more worthy of kissing.

Well, old boy, it's now or never. At this thought, his knees began to quake and that familiar fluttering reappeared in his stomach. You can do it. And with the trembling became worse, now reaching his hands. Quentin, c'mon nothing's frightened you before. And that last thought pushed him into action: he grabbed Linda's, twirled her around as gracefully as he could, and planted his lips on hers.

It was the most terrifying thing and the most wonderful thing!

The latter feeling would keep him on cloud nine the rest of the summer, and the former feeling would cause him to run off the dance floor without so much as a word to Linda.