OPEN | Mid-Summer Bacchanalia

[vapelife]

⌛ Who: Dionysus + you!
⌛ What: Mid-summer Bacchanalia
⌛ When: July 17th
⌛ Where: Haemus Mons, Kyoto, Western Kingdom
⌛ Warnings: Copious amounts of drugs and sex, violence


Bacchanalia

The long awaited Bacchanal that Dionysus has been inviting everyone to, refugee and local alike, has finally arrived and once the sun has begun to set the party is in full swing. Haemus Mons and the grounds surrounding the temple have been decorated with wildflowers and grapes and the music, drumming, pipes and occasionally some singing, can be heard quite some distance away. The stairs ascending up the mountain are lined with lanterns to help lead the way. Seating — mostly cushions and blankets — have been brought out to locations around the courtyard to give guests places to relax. Maenads, female followers of the God Dionysus, can be found around the courtyard as some indulge in the festivity and others attend to other guests. The God himself is difficult to miss early on— his massive form dwarfs even some of the largest refugees, faintly glowing with divine energy, the curls of his hair looking more like flowing wine than strands.

The invite makes it clear that wearing a mask is strongly encouraged although the definition of a mask is kept loose. Guests that arrive without a mask at all are usually stopped by maenads, many already drunk and topless, who insist on pinning a veil in their hair to hide their face. All guests will be offered crowns of ivy and flowers, should they choose to wear one. One cheeky maenad even suggests only wearing a crown and mask.

The preparation is worthy of being called a feast. Surrounding a central table there are baskets of fresh fruit — figs, apples, assorted grapes, berries, and even Nippon's native wine fruit — most grown on the mountain in the Gods’ personal garden and orchard. For those more interested in meat, there's an abundance of plates with thinly sliced cuts available. What kind of animal is that though? It looks maybe a little undercooked, too... And no utensils are offered. Seems the host expects the guests to eat with their hands! For those with more of a sweet tooth (Thanks Ranpo), there's also assorted mochi, sweet breads, and hard candy to suck on.

The wine is endless and overflowing and of various flavors and varieties, some with additives such as herbs or honey as were common where the Gods are from. Should a partygoer feel adventurous, they might try the wine sweetened with sweet-love bee honey for a mild aphrodisiac if the intoxicating properties of the wine itself wasn’t enough to set their mood. Unfortunately, for the already drunk or unobservant, it can be easy to indulge accidentally, thinking that the honey was of the normal variety!

Wine is not the only mind and body altering substance that's available to guests. Uki laced candy can be found around sitting spots and tables, and a maenad will be happy to share or give a pipe to those interested in smoking. For those looking for a more energized experience, maybe they'd enjoy a fruit smoothie laced with watisthat powder.

This sure is A Cult

In the beginning of the night, Dionysus has detangled himself from his festivities to invite interested guests to participate in a ritual for a boon— one of his Mysteries. Those who choose to join are led out of the courtyard to a more secluded area of the woods around the temple by torchlight, into a small clearing where a fire pit has been built. Upon arrival the God lights the pit and maenads begin to distribute small pots with a sip full of thick, fragrant undiluted sweet wine.

After drinking the wine, they are instructed to think of something they wish to let go — a memory, a part of themselves, a relationship — anything causing a burden or worry. Although it's not necessary, Dionysus and the maenads explain that the ritual works better if you announce the burden out loud, but the ritual is technically complete when they throw the pot into the fire. The more pots that shatter in the fire turns the smoke increasingly purple, though it remains quite thin, never choking. Upon shattering a pot, a participant will be blessed with euphoria for 24 hours as if a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Until the effect wears off, other people that might be close enough to look the participants in the eyes might notice a faint purple glow deep in their pupil. Huh, that's weird.

Party Monster

Dancing is an important part of a party, but especially so in a Dionysian one. Throughout the night groups of dancers form when the beat of the music calls to them, sometimes with enough people it's difficult to tell who might be touching who. Maybe that's the point, as these groups sometimes collapse and break off into sudden displays of group sex. Maybe all the bumping into each other and the random groping is the culprit, or maybe it's the thick, sweet smell of uki in the air now.

On a more romantic side, the Danceweaving God eventually gets up and joins in on a chain of dancers that are prancing around the courtyard, dragging each other in a long line. As the line weaves, unsuspecting people are sometimes dragged in, grabbed as the dancers pass by. These aren't entirely random-- the maenads explain to guests the dance is a reenactment of Lord Bacchus' courtship of his mortal wife and that dancers will grab people who they're interested in. How deep that interest goes is up to interpretation, but should a guest get pulled into the chain they have something to think about once they break off from it!

Wrestle Mania

Is a party really a party until a fight breaks out?

Thracian Gods are some of the more aggressive ones in the pantheon, and Haemus Mons is currently resident to all three of them. The God of Wine is appreciative of a little bit of chaos, so after conversing with the Lord of War, Ares, he becomes quite enthusiastic for a display of combat. A portion of the courtyard is cleared out to give combatants space to wrestle or fist fight without accidentally crashing into a table or into other partiers. At least, not easily.

If the amount of alcohol being served isn't enough to encourage a bit of a fight, a little bit of black and red smoke drifting around might do the trick. When breathed in, this smoke creates a feeling of aggressiveness. This just mixes with other feelings from intoxicants or boons they might be under the influence from, and since the Gods insist that wrestling or fighting needs to be done either completely nude or either wearing just their underclothes, there's a good chance the aggressiveness could lead to some very interesting fights.

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Not all parts of Haemus are open to the public. The maenads attempt to warn guests from wandering too deep into the garden or orchard unattended, but as they aren’t guarding it, there's not too much stopping guests from wandering there at first. The garden itself is easy to get lost in, filled with flowers and vine trellises that are sometimes so dense it blocks out the moonlight. Further into the garden it begins to appear more... alive. Did that flower just shudder, or was that a bug or animal? It's difficult to tell, since the whole garden seems to breathe and move, and an unfortunate guest might find that they're going in circles as the plant life seems to shift around them.

They might eventually stumble upon a circular clearing, and though the branches from the nearby trees block most of the sky, the area is still strangely lit by a purple smoke that hovers close to the ground. Should they be brave enough to enter, they'll find there are several colorful plants here that can't be found in the rest of the grounds. One in particular has juicy, sweet smelling bell shaped fruits that seem enticing. Should a guest eat these, they at first taste like a cross between strawberry and bananas, though have a strange, bitter aftertaste. Within about 10 minutes of eating them, they cause vivid hallucinations that start particularly mild, like shifts in colors, but over four hours ramp up in intensity. Hopefully it's a good trip!

Most of the wanderers are caught early though; while no humanoid guards the inner garden, some guests might find themselves suddenly chased out by an angry leopard.

OOC Note

🍇The glow in the pupils is from a temporary possession with Dionysus' spirit. He cannot read their minds, however they may feel more unified with others at the party and more willing to be loving as if they took a good rave drug.
🍇Should a character want to have a little more privacy, they are welcome to go inside the temple where they can find guest space, however the woods might just be good enough too.

Comments

Who needs prompts when you got TLs like these

[infernaltouch]

[Listen, if there's a big area full of sin and debauchery, it's gonna attract demons.

So here's a demon.

And he's wearing a mask just as he was asked.

....It's a surgical mask. He didn't quite get the memo.]

[sweetsleuth]

1 | What if we kissed at the Dionysian Cult?
[It's been a weird couple of weeks. Despite physically recovering from last month's ordeal, mentally, he was still a little fractured. As easy as it would be to shake off everything and indulge in an overindulgent party, certain lingering scars will keep him from indulging too much.]

[Which is why he'll be more or less parked at the snack table for most of the night, wearing a cat-themed mask over his eyes, and slowing eating his way through the various sweet breads available. The mochi goes untouched.]

Hey, so this party... it's kinda cult-y, huh? But I guess I've never been too religious myself.

[Just casual party talk, nbd.]


2 | #Just Trauma Things | cw: references to kidnapping/dubcon likely
[Ranpo is among those invited to the ritual early on. Mostly out of curiosity, but the prospect of letting go of some worry or burden is, admittedly, an enticing one. Especially right now. But when he realizes that involves saying it out loud, he's torn. It feels a little personal, and at this point, he's here more or less stone-cold sober.]

...do we have to say it outloud?


3 | Party Cat
[Towards the middle of the night, Ranpo is finally relaxed and really enjoying himself, mostly thanks to the effect of Dionysus' boon. He has a bit of wine, snacks on some uki-laced sweets, and maybe decides to rest his head in someone's lap here and there. While it might take a bit more affection to get him purring, the cat ears are out, and his tail is wagging happily behind him wherever he goes.]

Are you gonna join the dancing too? I dunno, I think I might sit it out... it looks a little too... handsy.

[Says the catboy to the person who's lap he's resting his head in?? This is different okay.]


4 | Curiosity Killed The Catboy
[Of course Ranpo was going to go exploring where he shouldn't. He's already been warned not to once, which is hardly going to actually stop him. And eventually, he makes his way to strange looking berries. Tasting them was a bad idea. He knew this, but the uki-imposed poor impulse control meant he was thinking this to himself as he put it in his mouth.]

[And anyone else who tries to go exploring will eventually run into Ranpo, sitting in a corner with his kneels pulled up to his chest and his hands over his face. As soon as he hears someone coming, he looks up, and says one of two things:]

[For those who are disinclined to help strangers, or people who are clearly under the influence of something themselves:] You can't help me. Go away.

[For close friends, or inherently kind strangers who can and will help when asked:] Can you take me home?

3

[accidentallich]

[There will never be a time when Gershom will not pet a catboy friend, even if it is a little embarrassing in his current state of undress.]

Oh, I couldn't possibly, I'd die of embarrassment.

1

[dreamvour]

Your mask is cute.

[hers is a little different, a fox instead of a cat. His casual talk, though, sounds perfectly normal to her. She takes a piece of bread, looking it over curiously]

It is pretty cult-y. Not necessarily in a bad way. Do you think it's a western thing?

Chuuya Nakahara | Bungo Stray Dogs

[darkdisgrace]

[An honest to goodness Bacchanalia of all things... there was no way Chuuya was going to miss this, not for anything. He's isn't particularly interested in the mask requirement so he settles for a simple black mask that covers his upper face, and after some teasing from the maenads Chuuya ends up discarding his shirt as well with a laugh.

Hey if this is the dress code, he sure ain't going to complain.

Which means he can be found wandering the party shirtless from the get go, dressed in only pants, his gloves, that slim black choker of his and his mask. It certainly presents an enticing image at least, given his fighter's physique.]

Dirty Dancing
[Chuuya's already the type of person to go wild at parties, and even early on it seems like this one is going to be taking it to a new level for him. A not so secret fact is that in spite of his love of wine, his tolerance is shit and he's prone to getting crazier and louder the more he imbibes.

It really doesn't take much wine at all before he's joining in with the dancing. Maybe he's the one being dragged into the mass of dancers, or maybe he drags someone who catches his eye along with him, but regardless he's grinning and laughing, cheeks flushed from the warmth of bodies pressed closed and the wine he's been drinking.]

Come on, join me!

Indulgence - The chill prompt
[Or maybe he can be found indulging in drink and food, catching his breath in between dances. He's got a crown of ivy in his hair that's gone askew and left red strands just a bit flyaway from all the activity, but he doesn't seem to mind, a glass of sweet honey wine in hand. He's open to talking--and maybe more--if someone seems interesting.]

Wrasslin' - CW: Violence, sexual content
[When the call for displays of combat come, Chuuya is almost too eager for a fight. Even before the smoke came into play his pulse has been thudding in his ears, a hunger, a need for something more, for the push and pull of a fight or a rough fuck. It was the type of spark that could go either way with him, and he wanted to be set aflame.

He steps into the ring, stripping down without shame. He's had enough alcohol that he doesn't even hesitate, even with the audience.]

Well? If we're going to do this, it better be quite the performance. Let's try to make this amusing for all of us, eh?

[That last part is said with a grin full of eager violence and a promise of 'more' if he's kept entertained.]

Wildcard
[Wide open! Chuuya is here to party, and will be pretty wild the whole time, eager to dance, fuck and fight. He'll probably be found passed the heck out naked on a table the next day, that's how hard he's going.]

Wrasslin'

[baneofallevil]

[ Alcohol was a dangerous thing and had Venti not given her so much to drink alongside sweet words? Xiao would be level headed and not be tempted, but there was numerous factors at work here and she felt a buzzing underneath her skin that had her unable to stay still.

Only when the redhead stepped into the ring and stripped down, calling out like that did something deep down bubble to the surface. ]

You sound so sure of yourself. Think you'll come out victorious?

[ Xiao's voice is calm, if not confident as she rose up and strode forwards. He was wearing nothing but even through the alcohol's dimming haze on her mind, she still had morals to some extent so it meant when she stripped down? The world got to see her in just a flattering pair of lacy black and teal underclothes. ]

If people want a good show though. I think we could provide it.

rasslin

[jasidian]

[ Klaus is gonna crack his knuckles and let some ruby-red magical energy flow through his fists as he looks Chuuya in the eye. The last time he saw this lil dude was when he was drunk off his ass, so this is a side to him he hasn't really seen before. ]

I think we can manage to make it more than entertaining.

[pomodorato]

[ cw: smut likely in several of the prompts. ]

Bacchanalia

[ Romano has always been aware of the type of stuff his grandfather, Rome, got into. However, there's a vast difference between being aware of it (and choosing to ignore it) and having it shoved in your face like this. He had immediately scorned the bit in the invitation regarding wearing a mask but turning up without one has immediately drawn the attention of several of the drunk and distinctly topless maenads... Well, if they insist on giving him their attention and fitting him with a veil... Honestly, while Romano has always appreciated beautiful women, it's pretty clear that he doesn't know where the hell to look in this case. There are so many of them.

As much as he apparently disapproves of Dionysus, Romano is more than happy enough to partake in the wine on offer - probably just a little too much. This whole thing is a lot okay. At some point during the evening, he finds himself being offered wine sweetened with honey - just regular old honey as far as he's aware. The taste is sweetly intoxicating and a deep, dark flush begins to spread across the Italian man's cheeks the more he consumes. He's already had several giggling maenads suggest that he take his clothes off and honestly he's really starting to feel like it, as he observes the other guests in the courtyard from his cushion. ]

Party Monster

[ Romano is definitely drunk and high enough to partake in the dancing at this point. Surprisingly, he can actually be almost as charming as his brother when he feels like it. Especially to women though. Between the free flowing booze that he's already had more than his fair share of and the uki fumes, the Southern Italian is actually smiling at various points during the dancing and apparently somebody managed to persuade him to take his shirt off.

He's not quite sure what's happening with all of the grabbing and groping as the chain starts but he might as well be drunk on a beach on the Amalfi for all he cares at this point.

Feel free to grab him or assume he grabbed you, whether by accident or design. ]

General/Wildcard

[ Romano will definitely retreat to either the temple or into the woods on several occasions throughout the evening. Feel free to run into them there or otherwise hit me up if you want to plot something a little different! ]

Bacchanalia

[tomate]

[ Spain had been (slightly) older than Romano during the time of Rome, and had snuck into some of the... festivities that he would throw just for a chance to see what was going on. It was a lot, too much for Spain to understand at the time. It was a gradual realization, over time, as to what was happening. Now? Spain is fully aware and can appreciate what's going on.

The maenads come to him when he arrives, and he easily greets them, flirting in return, not one to turn down someone beautiful. He laughingly turns down the offer from the maenad to only wear the mask and crown, but does agree that it's far too stuffy to be wearing a shirt at the moment, so that's gone (and likely never to return).

The drinks flow and Spain is sure to grab one as soon as his glass empties. His face flushes, but he finds nothing wrong with sweet honey wine, it reminds him of times long past. He's enjoying everything going on when a sight catches his eye. ]

Ah, Romano! Are you enjoying yourself?

[ He walks quickly and soon enough, he throws an arm around Romano's shoulder, wine sloshing out of his wine and bit onto Romano's shirt.

Whoops. ]

Oh, that's no good, we should do something before that stains!

Party Monster

[vapelife]

[By the time Romano is drunk, the god host was quite well gone as well. He has a stamina for festivity that most wouldn't have though, having been born a daemon of revelry, and he's dipped in and out of the chain a few times through the night.

Like the wine, he's form had flowed through the night, not always maintaining his massive, truly divine form.

Currently, she takes the form a (barely clothed) maenad currently, dragged along in the chain by another young woman. She laughs, stumbling drunkenly as she barely keeps up, but she can't help but snag an unsuspecting Romano's hand as the chain passes by.]

Dance with me!

bacchanalia

[hoasen]

[She did consider not going because this seemed like a party that might lead to all kinds of trouble...buuuut also parties have a lot of free food, so as long as she made sure that no trouble came to her, then it wouldn't be a problem, no?

Now, she was on time, but promptly turned around when she saw the very topless maenads put veils on those without, and quickly ran back just so she wouldn't look like someone who forgot about the requirements. Meaning she came back, a little late, but obviously totally prepared, right? Honestly, it was just a pair of glasses she found in a nearby store. To dispel any further questions, she let them give her a crown of flowers, before quickly making her way to the food.

This means by the time she saw Romano, she already had a plate filled with meat and a drink in hand, of the wine they were offering. The spot next to him looked like a good place to sit.]

Isn't it nice to see a familiar face? [Because she still needs to see who is here, and its always nice to know someone from home.]

[dreamvour]

[if they made masks of Baku, she would have worn that because she likes to amuse herself. But she does like the mask she ends up wearing. She can just hear the kitsune she knows back home laughing at her choice. She'll accept the crown and politely decline the suggestion to wear nothing but that and her mask, though.

And then she's - well, here and there and everywhere. Off to the side, sat in a chair or perched somewhere to watch the goings on of the party. She doesn't join in on the dancing or festivities all that much, but she's more than content to watch.

She does check out the wrestling, though. And she suspiciously disappears at one point to investigate the garden, because she's a nosy little voyeuristic dream eater.

Eventually she does find her way to wherever Hypnos is sleeping - and joins him, curling up like a cat right nearby to "sleep"]

[sweet_malanore]

Bacchanal

[Nephelea had been excited to go to a party; Silvermoon was known for the elegance of its nobles, but few outside the city realized how debaucherously delightful one could be with the right theme. She wore something that only counted as a mask in the thinnest sense possible. Likewaise, her hair was complicated in a way that Nephelea seemed to dare someone to mess it up. After all, it was a party.]

Call Your Dad, You're in a Cult

[ Don't be afraid to say it. One of the maenads urge Nephelea, putting the small container of wine in her hand and smiling widely. Nephelea looked down into the pot, and frowned in thought beneath her veil. Did she have regrets? Of course she did. Every step that had brought her from the Den to the precipice of the Shadowlands, there were things she wish she could've done differently. Her long eyebrows twitched and she finally took a large drink of the thick (was wine supposed to be thick? Dionysus, what did you put in this wine?) liquid and softly announced,]

I wish to let go of the regret that I was not able to save everyone who deserved saving. Vendel'o eranu.

Delicate Dancer

[What is a party without dancing, anyway? Nephelea feels wonderful and joins the dance with delicate steps, speeding up. It shouldn't be surprising that she reaches for someone with a bright, winning smile, and golden eyes with just a hint of purple somewhere under the golden light.]

Don't be such a stick in the mud, come! Come!

delicate dancer

[pomodorato]

[ Romano recognises Nephelea of course. Her mask, while suitably pretty, is hardly much of a disguise and how could he not after what they did the last time Romano attended a weird party? That was really more of an orgy. Romano had long since abandoned the veil the maenad's had given him, along with his shirt at some point in the evening.

He'd already been dancing, having become blissfully drunk on the honeyed wine and the normally scowling Italian man's face unreservedly lights up further when he discovers who his latest dancing partner is. She's as lovely as he remembers. The effects of that last night they saw each other felt like some crazy fever dream. ]

Nephelea, buonasera. You're here too.

[baneofallevil]

01 | A Different Flavor

[ This by no means was something that Xiao would ever think of attending, but a wonderful, oh-so-loving girlfriend had - somewhat easily - convinced him to come along so here he was. Though unlike normal, anyone may be able to pick up on that this time Xiao was decidedly much less male this time.

Perhaps it was made more obvious by the outfit that was worn right then, doing little to hide the fact that there was a noticeable curve to the chest where there wasn’t normally. Her eyes were much more feminine, lips fuller and a softness to her face, something still visible even with the mask she was wearing and bore distinctly longer hair that was pinned up nicely with bangs tucked behind one ear.

Xiao can mostly be found nearby Venti for a good amount of time but otherwise isn’t opposed to walking around on her own from time to time. ]

02 | Sweet Intoxication

[ At some point - and no thanks to Venti - Xiao had taken in enough alcohol to get noticeably drunk. She’d also grabbed one of the special honey-sweetened ones but in the process had gotten separated from her girlfriend and was left to try and find her amongst the many other people but her head was spinning.

Her body felt hot and she recognized part of what it meant but it was new in terms of this body’s reactions to it. Such was very disorienting to say the least, the world not entirely in focus. It’s only as she ran into someone that she blinked a couple times and looked up at them with bleary, unfocused golden eyes. ]

Mmn… It’s hot in here...

[ Her voice slurred a little and she leant a bit against the other person without thinking, not wanting to move away from this spot yet. ]

Can… you help me?

03 | Unwilling to lose

[ Sure enough at some point, Xiao wandered over to where this space was cleared and inhaled some of the smoke which mixed her slight dizziness from the alcohol with a sort of buzzing aggression burning through her veins.

It’s then that Xiao caught sight of someone staring at her and a low growl hissed out past her lips. She swore she’d heard someone mutter that ‘Fighting a girl wouldn’t be fun in a fight. She’d go down too easily’ and that was enough for her to step into the empty space with minimal wobbling and cheeks flushed.

Not that it stopped her from standing tall and - thanks to the alcohol’s influence mostly - she removed her sash and then her kimono-dress which left her in a very flattering set of lacy black and teal underclothes and not much else besides her mask. ]

If anyone feels like they can take me down, then come on. I won’t take it easy on you.

[ Openly calling out people and itching for a fight? This could go one of two ways honestly with her senses so clouded but nor did she wanna back down. ]

04 | Wildcard

[ Nothing strike your fancy? Hit me up w/ anything or surprise me! :D ]

02 reeeee

[acutabove]

[ Childe's not quite buzzed enough yet, so as a result he's able to maintain complete control of his mental faculties. The party is definitely... different than what he's used to. It reminds him a little of the festivals he'd caught in Liyue and his own Krsnik Noc in Snezhnaya - if both had excessive amounts of alcohol readily available for consumption. And drugs, he'd assume, recognizing the scent of uki wafting through the air with the smoke.

For his part, the Harbinger is tucked in an out of the way spot while he sips idly at his drink and watches everyone make merry and fuck and who knows what else. While his preference lies in more violent acts, the atmosphere of the bacchanal is just chaotic enough to appeal to his darker side.

When he feels someone run into him he blinks, keeping his hand steady to avoid from spilling all over the newcomer. He looks down with a reassuring smile on his face and -

- wait, what? ]

Adeptus Xiao? [ It's Xiao, but it's not Xiao. But it is, he reasons, and as if on instinct he reaches down to help steady the ... lady. Was Xiao a lady last time? He didn't think so. ]

Hey, easy there buddy. You don't look so good. Overdid it a little, huh?

hypnos | hades

[verytired]

i. just happy to be invited

[ It wasn't like Hypnos had to go far to get here. He lived here, after all. He's dressed in what could only be described as essentially nothing as it was for the most part, see through. Not that the idea bothers him at all. The lightweight outfit is comfortable and easy to fall asleep in. On top of his head is his typical sleep mask, but the mask of choice is similar in design, fashioned only to look like a masquerade style mask.

Early on in the evening he has a glass of wine, and is wearing the offered flower crown, covered in various shades of purple flowers. He's hogging a couple of cushions. But that's what they're there for, after all. And he can always retrieve more if anyone fusses, anyway. He may shift and move if someone looks like they want to sit down. ]

Be sure to try one of everything.

[ He's pretty sincere because - well, it's all too good to miss out on. ]

ii. high on life
these prompts are open to smut options and will contain drug use/altered states

a. a sip of wine

[ He takes his own advice and is happy to try about anything. He makes his way towards the snacks and slouches over, lazily picking up the food. He works through most of the foods before he makes his way to the more fun treats with little care as to how they're going to impact him tonight.

The sweet-love bee honey is something he hadn't had before. So when he takes a tentative sip he looks pleasantly surprised and offers the cup directly to a nearby person. ]

I've never had anything like this before.

b. light-up

[ While he's sampling the sweets, he decides to dive in and take one of the pieces of Uki Candy. He's experienced the drug before, and he enjoys the feeling it gives him. It's that pleasant, easy high at first. He tries the candy this time. The taste of it isn't so bad, and he finds that he is enjoying it. However, when the offer comes up to get a pipe so that he may smoke it, he'll take that instead.

He'll take a quick, easy puff and say: ]

I think this is my favorite.

iii. take a break
this prompt is open to smut options

[ Hypnos has never interacted with so many people, so much at once. Because of this, he finds that he's getting tired throughout the party. And when he reaches peak exhaustion, rather than hog seating outside here, he decides that he'll disappear to his room for a brief nap away from the excitement outside. If he should spot someone who looks just as tired as he is, he'll extend the invite: ]

Why don't you come inside with me? Rest for a bit?

[ Beauty sleep is very important. ]

wildcard + notes
you know what a wildcard is if nothing strikes your fancy. i also have a kinklist here if you'd like.

Take a Break

[jasidian]

...I suppose I could use a bit of a rest.

[ Guess who's been punching randos in the fight pit for the past half hour... ]

Zhongli | Genshin Impact

[negeotiation]

A night of revelry
[This kind of thing isn't quite Zhongli's sort of event. Normally he wouldn't even consider attending, but Barbatos... well, his old friend had other ideas suffice to say.

Which is how Zhongli can be found at the Bacchanal, mostly sticking to the sidelines like a proper stoic wallflower at first, donning a mask of his own making and settled on a cushion for a seat. He must admit that the wine is quite good-- Potent too, actually.

And for some reason his glass never seems to remain empty. It's hard to keep track of how much he's drinking because of it, though his tolerance is just as high as the other Archon's... who might or might not be responsible for his ever refilling glass tonight.

And as he imbibes throughout the night, he changes. At first it simply seems like little stubby horns poking out from beneath his hair, but they continue to grow over time, becoming a small set of horns that almost resemble antlers, if they didn't seem a bit too straight at the base and glowing with a soft, golden light... a light that's faintly mirrored in his amber eyes.

Zhongli is rarely one to 'let loose', but perhaps tonight is looking to be an slight exception to that rule.]

A change of pace
[At some point in the evening, Zhongli decides to follow Venti and Xiao's lead... mainly, in choosing to change forms for at least part of the evening. It's not hard to recognize the Ex-Archon nonetheless: In any form he takes, no matter what else he might change, the eyes remain the same warm amber color.

Though it might yet be hard to reconcile the man with the beautiful, mature woman dressed in a black and gold gilt kimono who has taken his place. She's taken to eating fruit in between drinks now, watching as dancing and fights break out in turn with a small, amused smile gracing full lips. She offers someone sitting nearby a sidelong look, biting into a grape in a manner both delicate and sensual.]

Lively events such as this are not so bad, every once in awhile. Actually, I don't think I've ever seen dancing quite like this before.

[It's fascinating, even if it is far more carnal than what she might have ever seen in Liyue. But the drink she's imbibed so far has made her perhaps slightly more forward than she might be otherwise, and her smile grows playful.]

Have you tried the food yet?

[What follows is an offer of a some tidbit of fruit or another... from her hands, since that does seem to be customary here.]

Drunk noodle
[By the time even Zhongli's excessively strong tolerance has waned completely, he's found a large tree or rock to curl himself around... quite literally, as he's ceded his human form to something more fitting for the locale. Eyes half lidded from drink, he peers out at the continuing party, the scales along his spine shining through the growing darkness and glowing like molten amber.

He lets out a snort that sends his whiskers fluttering, tucking his head atop one large, clawed foot. It has been an age since he's imbibed this much... But it has been a very long time since anyone aside from Barbatos could drink apace with him, as well.

He would not be disagreeable to company... if said company is brave enough to approach a dragon with a mouth big enough to remove a man's head whole, of course. Those claws don't look particularly cuddly either, razor sharp and gleaming like something between brass and gold.]

Wildcard
[Open to pretty much everything! Please drag this old rock into shenanigans, he needs them.]

gimme da noodle

[dreamvour]

[you bet your ass she's approaching the drunk danger noodle. Carefully, because she's not stupid, and she doesn't want to startle him, of course. He looks so comfortable, it'd be rude.

She crouches down right in front of him, head tilted, much like a curious child. She's probably real tiny in comparison; she's never been more tempted to shift into her real form as she is now, just so she isn't as small]

Heeeh, you're a very handsome dragon. Would you mind if I joined you? [that's what you do, right, talk to dragons like you talk to anyone else]

childe | genshin impact

[acutabove]

[ Like the weirdo currently going around in a surgical mask, Childe's own is less than noteworthy - to anyone that knows him. For those that don't, the mask that he's got on looks perhaps appropriately (or inappropriately) sinister for the occasion and does an impeccable job covering up a majority of his facial features.

He does get a crown of ivy and flowers - because why the hell not - and he can be found about the bacchanal at various points throughout the night. ]

Party Monster

[ Whoever has pulled him into the chain of dancers is long gone now, probably off to go engage in one of the many orgies writhing along the side. One of the maenads he'd passed by after being pulled in had explained the ritual to him, but without knowing whose interest he had caught it meant virtually nothing.

But that's fine; despite that the wine flowed like water, he's only just barely starting to feel the effects.

By the time he's managed to break free for a drink he's flushed red in the face and laughing, like he's having the time of his life. He's not far enough away he can't be grabbed back into the line if you're so inclined - but if you're standing off to the side with a drink in your hands he's going to just invite himself to take it. ]

I've Never Felt More Alive

[ Childe's no stranger to marked aggression, but usually with a clear origin behind it. Here there's nothing; he can't shake off the need for violence, and with all that he's imbibed throughout the night it's no surprise his inhibitions are significantly lowered enough he actually wants to do something about it unprovoked. Perhaps it hadn't taken all that to tear down his resistance; being a Harbinger came with certain expectations, after all.

If you look especially strong - and maybe even if you don't - he appears quite suddenly at your side. There's no hello, nothing in greeting; and behind the mask, it's hard to recognize the expression on his face. But there is the sudden insistent press on your front, and before you know it you're being kabe-doned against the nearest hard surface by this fantasy Russian, who follows up the aggressive display with a simple phrase: ]

Fight me.

Wild Card

[ He'll primarily be wallflowering unless pulled into things. Sometimes with a drink or two in hand, chatting with one of the Maenads, shamelessly watching people mess around (and if his gaze happens to occasionally linger on a lovely brown-haired milf in a black mask with gold trim, definitely feel free to call him out on it). ]

itp feral redheads get their fight on

[darkdisgrace]

[Childe isn't the only one feeling the need for violence, and he definitely isn't the only one who's had their self-control in that regard lowered. The push and pull of a fight, the adrenaline rushing in his veins... he wanted it, and there was always a frustration felt when he knew few would provide a decent challenge.

So when Childe is suddenly right there shoving him against a hard surface, instead of his face twisting in surprise or pain, Chuuya grins, a little too manic, far too sharp. There's an excited thrill in his voice as he smirks up at the man. This? This is precisely what he needs.]

Gladly.

[And then he's headbutting Childe right in the throat, following it up with a shoulder to the chest to get a bit of moving room after if he can.]

venti | genshin impact

[notgrande]

i. arrival

[ Venti decided for this party, that attending in a different form would be preferred. She's petite, and her form doesn't appear to be as drastically different that one might not even consider the change. The outfit; however, makes it much more clear. She's chosen a set in green and gold. She found a mask that matches perfectly for her look. She's glad that she managed to encourage Xiao and Zhongli both to attend. The person he loved most and his oldest friend - that's what she cared about today.

When not spending time delightfully chatting up Xiao, Venti will casually approach a familiar face (or, maybe a stranger that catches her attention) and lift hand in greeting with a bright smile. ]

What do you think~?

[ A playful hum attached to the question. Is it of her current choice of form? Her outfit of choice? You decide. ]

ii. sampling the treats

[ Venti likes just about everything, especially when that everything is free. Therefore, she'll pick through the treats available. She works her way through the various wines offered and of course won't pass up on the Uki laced candy, which she finds that she loves.

She's careful not to miss out on trying anything that appeals to hear, because she knows that the parties Dionysus throws are amazing - and the refreshments never disappoint. She scoops up a wine fruit and is careful, opening it up and taking a spoonful for herself first. She loves the taste of it, but knows it is quite alcoholic, even for her. She'll take another scoop, and turn to an (innocent?) bystander, offering: ]

Try this, it's great~

iii. a little dance

[ Venti wasn't going to join in on the dance. At first, she's observing the way that everyone is moving about. The way that the bodies drift and move close to each other. She sips at a glass of wine, enjoying the view and the feeling that the party is giving her. It has allowed her to push the problems from the past month into the back of her mind while she settles in to observe.

But she's not been allowed to observe for too long, not that she wouldn't eventually participate in something that almost feels - well, Romantic. She shoves the glass to the side, and moves to step into the fold, joining the patterns and the way the footsteps until she needs a break.

She'll reach for someone she's been dancing with and ask them to join her for the break - and maybe a glass of wine. ]

Wildcard + Note

[ you know what this is, i think! venti can be found drifting around the party. any/all prompts can lead to smut if wanted/desired. can also shapeshift into another form if requested. ]

ares | hades (da game)

[doommate]

Ares attends the party in his more accustomed size, towering well over the height of many of their mortal visitors. He is dressed only in a red linen draped around his waist and a fearsome bronze helmet engraved with a vulture-like face. It is one of the few times he is seen out of armor or formal clothing.

1) The Drakon

[Wrapped around his shoulders is a large serpent a little over a dozen feet in length, tail coiled neatly around his forearm. Its scales are keeled like armored plates on its back, the nascent golden crests giving it a fearsome appearance. The juvenile drakon stays mostly still except for curious tongue flicks directed towards nearby guests, sometimes edging its head a bit too close. Surely the accidental tickling tensation from a three-forked tongue was nothing to worry about?]

2) Feasting

[Dionysus always throws the grandest of parties, and Ares does not see any reason to deny himself the gifts from the god of pleasures. The lord of war indulges with some of his brother's maenad worshippers, taking turns feeding each other the meat at the table. He pinches the food from their hands delicately between sharp fangs, looking comfortable reclined on his side next to the head of the table.

His gaze lazily rises up from the food, having spotted a lonely-looking figure in the crowd.]

Why not join us, o honored guest of ours?

3) just a bit of Violence

[The presence of Ares is felt the most at the commencement of the combat games. It may be through the lighting of torches with a wave of the hand, bathing the newly-cleared courtyard arena in an ominous red glow. Or perhaps it is the hollowing cry of his war trumpet announcing the start of the matches. Between the blood-colored mist and the resonant sounds of the horn, it may be easy to fall sway to the violent mood of the moment. While he began encouraging a little sport among their guests, he may not be satisfied letting it end there.

Once the rounds begin, Ares sits back to enjoy the endlessly flowing wine and live entertainment. But as with most Olympians, he can't help but meddle when the whim arrives.

For those fighting, he may decide to bestow a boon on you, lending divine strength and terrible rage to demolish whatever unfortunate opponent is in front of you. But just as easily as he lends his aide, it may also be given away, empowering your foe with an almost inhuman ferociousness. What may have been an easy match may turn out to be more difficult than expected!

Ares does little to hide his meddling - the traces of the god's power could be seen as the black-red crackle over the body of its host (or yourself!) He wants a good show, and he plans on getting one however he sees fit.]

4) Wildcard?!

2

[accidentallich]

[Gershom is definitely a distinctive figure, someone more suited for the House of Hades than the halls of Dionysus - and that's not including his natural tendency to wallflower.

When the very tall, very divine Ares speaks up, Gershom looks around for who he's addressing. Seeing no obvious other target, he hesitantly points to himself. Him, an honored guest?]

Sunny (and Shade) 🌞🌚 OCs

[dayific]

Sunny, perhaps not learning from the events that led to her kidnapping the month prior, is never one to turn down an invitation to a party. This time, to ensure that nothing bad happens, her sister Shade insists on coming with her. The pair of goddess sisters arrive wearing domain-appropriate masks, Sunny's in the guise of the sun, and Shade's the moon. Upon arrival, Sunny quickly dons a crown of flowers, and begrudgingly talks Shade into wearing one as well.

The sisters are soon separated, indulging in refreshments of various tastes and effects. Sunny's metabolism is preternaturally high, her inner furnace burning away whatever alcohol she consumes faster than it can intoxicate her. Instead, she opts for an energizing fruit smoothie, and can soon be found tearing it up on the dance floor, eagerly joining a conga line and pulling in unsuspecting partygoers to dance behind her.

Shade, on the other hand, does not have her sister's high alcohol tolerance, and thus becomes quite intoxicated on wine, staggering drunkenly around the party until she arrives at the portion of the courtyard reserved for fighting. The smoke is enough to encourage her more aggressive nature, and she strips down to get underthings to step into the ring. She possesses no extra strength, but she has control over the shadows, and can use them to trap and hold her opponent in place. She's scrappy and aggressive, but ultimately she's not a martial goddess, so she's not so hard to overpower.

[ ooc: Want something else? Feel free to wildcard me, or HMU @ millennialfalcon or ©hris#1234 to plot something else. No smut, pls! ]

[dreamvour]

[in being the little voyeur she is, it means that she has to move around to really see everything - and that means sometimes, being drawn out of the corners she prefers to lurk in. That and the drinks and food draw her out, too, not that it does anything for her. Alcohol has no effect, which is very unfortunate.

It's when she's lured out for a drink that the conga line happens to dance by, and before she knows it she's being pulled in. She can't help her tiny squeak of surprise]

Ehh?

Gershom Alter | Original Character

[accidentallich]

[A]
[Gershom is definitely the most anxious person at this gathering.

It's not like going to a friend's festival is bad or anything, even if it's definitely Super Pagan. Lots of people invite non-Jews to Passover or Purim with no expectation that they be involved in the religious aspects. It's probably fine? It's fine.

He has a blue and white mask, a crown of flowers, and nothing else - not that there's really anything to see given that he's a skeleton and all. He is, at least, attempting to follow the guidelines, even if he hasn't quite got the spirit of a Bacchanalia.]

I-is it okay to just treat this like a regular party, nu...?

[B: aphrodisiacs]
[Of course, if there's anything that can fix anxiety, it's wine from the God of Wine himself. Food created by a god of indulgence is something that even Gershom can taste, so can you really blame him for having too much?

There's a pink haze over his cheekbones and a stumble in his step. He might even bump into you, and reacts with a shiver.]

Oh, sorry, excuse me...

[C]
[jewish lich at the dionysian party AMA]

A

[jasidian]

I'd say so?

[ Klaus doesn't seem too fazed by the literal skeleton in his presence, but then he's also a seven foot tall green orc man. ]

I mean, I'm still trying to grasp the notion of the gods actually being here on the material and not punching me in some alternate plane of existence, so...

Dionysus | Hades

[vapelife]

The Lord of the Mountain is shining with his godly form, towering above most of their guests, save for possibly his kin. The festivities seem to feed his divinity— he’s radiant and ethereal with his large, golden horns and the booming echo of his voice. His form is more fluid, little droplets of wine floating in the air before rejoining his curls as he moves his head, and the ivy that capes his shoulders seems to move on its own, reacting as an extension of him.

While he is clothed, his choice of clothing is both extravagant and revealing, with the sheer section of his chiton leaving leaving little of his thighs and butt to the imagination. Despite the request for masks with his guests, Dionysus wears a simple black veil with gold Thracian patterns over the top half of his face, pinned into his hair and tucked under his ivy crown, looking more appropriate for a funeral than a party.

1 | Let's Do All The Drugs. Yes, every drug.

[Fortunately, his mood is still lively. For the first portion of the party, Dionysus reclines on a throne of wood, ivy, and antlers, being attended by his maenads like remora fish surrounding a shark. His hand is always occupied with a cup of wine, though leaning against his shoulder is his thyrsus, a golden staff topped with a pinecone.

Then the uki comes out. The god is large enough that, while possible for Dionysus to summon a pipe for his size, it would be impractical for the maenads to prepare it; instead they fill a censer with the sweet and intoxicating plant as if it were an incense. The god leans down, lifting his veil as the censer smoke wafts up beneath it, letting him breathe it in deeply.

It’s a lot of uki smoke though. Perhaps you’re nearby enough you get caught up in some of the fallout or maybe it’s the purple tinted smoke the god of wine breathes out. Either way, it’s hazy around him now, and as the uki buzzes in his brain, the god practically melts into his seat. It takes him a moment to realize someone has decided to join him.]

Oh, that’s good. …You’re having a good time, right, man?

2 | Exclusive Access

[The god of wine isn’t immune to aggression; he’s always enjoyed chaos and a bit of a drunken brawl, and he certainly is weak to competition. Watching the fighters in combat only seems to make him restless, and the drunker he gets the more he just wants to channel that energy. He bounces his foot where it dangles, his legs crossed. Once the current 'match' (if you could call it that) finishes, he pushes his hands down onto the pillows where he's seated and gets up to his knees.]

Me next~ I want to wrestle!

[He's already starting to peel off his clothes. Could he just vanish them? Yes, though he enjoys the ritual of loosening his cloth belt and letting the skirting drop. The wine god really can't get enough of his rituals.]

3 | What if Ancient Greeks made garage bands?

[Eventually, Dionysus changes his shape, choosing to mingle with his maenads as guests on a smaller level. However, he hasn’t just shrunk his body; only a few guests would be familiar with the sight of the god as he is currently, skinny and effeminate, his hair waist length instead of cropped to his shoulders. The black bands of the curse tattoo lingers visible on his upper forearm.

A maenad idly braids his hair, though she’s not doing such a great job with the curls, with sections looking sort of haphazard and falling out as she keeps stopping and restarting. It’s probably because she’s incredibly drunk and it’s a feat she hasn’t laid down and passed out.

Dionysus doesn’t appear to mind; he too is quite inebriated, his forehead leaning against the edge of the lyre he has seated in his lap. His playing actually isn’t terrible— had he a little more focus it might be quite nice, but instead the god just lazily strums a song that’s half drowned by the drumming anyway.

He’s still plucking at the strings nonchalantly when he looks over at you.]

Hey, man, care to play?

4 | Wildcard

[Open to smut in most situations. As the host of this party, Dionysus can pretty much be found everywhere in a bunch of situations, including the ones where he's implied to be in the plot post. Feel free to hit me with something different! For a wildcard, he's also available in girl flavor. Assume the same outfit, except tits out.]

1

[sweet_malanore]

[Nephelea's head feels fuzzy - can one suffer an uki-hangover? She'll just have to find out tomorrow morning. Still, she climbs into the large god's lap and rests her head against him. The cool metal of her veil chimes against his chest as she moves to look up at him.]

I am, though I admit I feel a bit fuzzier than usual. Thank you for earlier, by the way. I feel much better about letting that go.

Klaus Vanderboren | Original

[jasidian]

Mingle
[ Klaus has shown up in a simple black yukata and a black skull mask that glows red in the eyes. At first, he's wallflowering a bit, not sure what he should even do, but Dionysus found his weakness.

Actually that was pretty easy since Klaus just really likes wine, but he's now watching everyone else dance and wallflowering while also getting totally drunk off the wine and...probably eating a lot of the food, not all at once but like, of you keep track of it, holy jesus.

After he's had a few glasses of wine, he's much more amenable to chatting, so it's entirely possible he'll come on over to bother you. Or you can bother him. Whatever. ]

Wrestle Mania
[ He takes off his clothes, and two things become readily apparent. First, while he's just a little bit on the chubby side, he's like a bear. Underneath that chub is a pretty respectable amount of muscle! And he's also got a pretty decent amount of orcish tribal tattoos. And some body hair. Whew.

Go a bit lower, however, and...okay. I've joked about it a ton of times, but that's a truly monstrous dick. Jesus fucking christ.

He raises his hand, which crackles with ruby-red magical energy, and chuckles to himself. ]

It has been a while...