KUNZITE

[dramatispersonae]

You can see the other teams, but there is an invisible barrier preventing you from hearing them. You can assume that they can't hear you, either. There is a hefty serving of sweet wine and liquor (and tea, for you), should you choose it. With a loaf of bread that you can slice. Nimue is in the center of the formation of teams, and when she speaks, you can hear her loud and clear.

"Storytelling has been a tradition of the knights of Camelot for some time. They would tell of the awesome feats of their king, and of their fellow knights... and... they were also prone to exaggeration in some cases."

There appears a small set of cards next to the liquor. You can read them, or you can implicitly understand them if you can't read.

"What feats have the heroes of Aather accomplished, I wonder? And what... exaggerations they may take? Before you, you will find prompts for your tales. You will write one for yourselves, for a set of knights, and for another team. I will select the most inspiring, as will your peers."

She tilts her head. "Ah, perhaps it is bad to encourage grandstanding..."

But before you can ask her, she vanishes.

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YOUR TALES...

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PROMPTS: FOR YOUR TEAM

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A sleepless night, a stranger in desperate need.

PROMPTS: FOR YOUR KNIGHTS

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Ace and Flynn and their bad day.

PROMPTS: FOR ANOTHER TEAM

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Turquoise, a secret habit.

GENERAL DISCUSSION

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[sightunseen]

Oh, this is fun!

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[supersensitive]

[looks a little tired, but then, it's late night. taking some tea!]

...Story-telling, is it...

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[sightunseen]

[hmm]

It sounds like we should be making up something scandalous.

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[supersensitive]

Does that mean it'll be hard or easy to work with the prompt that's your brother's team...?

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[sightunseen]

Well. . . his teammate told me a secret just a few hours ago. So maybe it will be easy after all.

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[supersensitive]

A secret that can be made into a story--? Lucky...

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[sightunseen]

He said that even if he's a gentleman, his middle name is Lawless. That sounds like the sort of secret we can work with, doesn't it? ♥

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[supersensitive]

A secret habit of causing trouble--? Or maybe just quietly breaking the rules...

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[sightunseen]

Not very quietly. I'm sure you heard the fireworks earlier; they weren't very subtle.

Hmmm, what should the first story be. . .? Maybe something for Nimue, since it's about a stranger and Kunzite.

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Oh, was he behind the fireworks...

...Do you think? In that case, wouldn't it be best if she was just in desperate need of tea and good company... Though I'm not sure how scandalous that would be.

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[sightunseen]

We can save the scandal for the second story. . . do you know those knights at all? I remember the one, a little.

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I've talked to Flynn a few times, but I don't really know him well... He's polite and helpful. I talked to the other one for a game once, but...

[shrug]

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[sightunseen]

No impression? Mm, Flynn struck me as very polite too. . .

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[nods...]

Flynn's one of Beauty's knights-- especially, I mean. That's really the only other thing I know...

YOUR TEAM'S STORY...

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It was a pleasant night in Kunzite... Everyone was bundled cozily in the basement, playing games by candlelight late into the evening. All at once, though, there came an urgent knocking at the door, and the most dignified and charming Miss Elizabeth Tankbooties went running around in excitement. Curious to know who needed their attention and had gotten Miss Lizzie so excited, everyone went to the door, where they were greeted by their surprise visitor-- a lady whose reason for knocking was that she just so thirsty, and wanted company over a warm drink. And so Kunzite rushed to help her-- after all, they had all the tea in Aather to share, and the highest quality as well. They couldn't turn away a stranger in need of tea. So they quickly brewed up the finest of their selection, and gathered around the table with the woman to drink their tea. "It's lucky that you picked us to come to," they said, "since we were awake already, playing games."

The lady was surprised and pleased, for she loved to play games as well. She asked, politely, if she could play as well, and suggested a new game when Kunzite enthusiastically agreed. "Why don't we tell stories?" she said. And so they all passed hours more, telling stories and drinking tea. When they were all too tired from the fun to continue, the lady said she had to leave, and Kunzite told her that she could come back anytime, as long as she left them her name. The lady agreed, and told them: "It's Nimue," she said. And so, having each made a great bond, for many days and nights after that, they met again for tea and company.

YOUR KNIGHT'S STORY...

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It had been a very bad day.

It had been a special assignment from Beauty. A new quest for all the teams, for new team uniforms of their choice. Ace and Flynn hadn't meant to go together, it was just coincidence. When they first entered the Hall of Doors, they both approached Iolite. Ace moved to talk to Ruby. However, both teams were out.

They met again when they both ended up going to Emerald. This time Flynn went to Peridot.

Again, both teams were out. In fact, it seemed they had the worst timing as no one was in, or at least no one who would answer the door. Defeated, they both left the Hall of Doors, trying to decide what to do. After all, they had a duty as knights to inform teams of the quest.

Then they saw the gathering around the Ring. A game was going on! They approached. Perhaps they could deliver the message then. Except the game was not one to be interrupted. Everyone was being made to speak in a certain way. Some would lie, some would speak truths, a few couldn't be understood at all, speaking in some alien language.

With all the rampant lies and truths, some fights broke out. A few people got really mad and some scuffles broke out. Some merely threw a discarded piece of clothing at others, sometimes it was a fist.

Flynn and Ace tried to stop the fights. It was only to be expected they got a bit battered themselves.

They decided to wait for the tempers to die down before delivering the messages and tried to discreetly leave. Except a random book was thrown, hitting Ace, who fell into Flynn and they fell into the water.

Unfortunately, teatime came right after the game. People were hurrying home, trying to avoid the monsters. So wet and covered in sand, Ace and Flynn moved to beat back the monsters attacking the less capable heroes.

They had more bruises to go with the previous set and now cuts as well.

Still, they made it through tea time and helped all the heroes. Surely now they could do their quest!

Except it started to rain.

It was at that point they decided it could wait until tomorrow and decided to head back to Sterling. Surely that was it.

Except even their linen was in wash.

So they were bruised, battered, cold, wet, and oh so very miserable.

It had been a very bad day.

And unlike the teams, the knights don't have that feeling of close compansionship. It was such a sad state. If they were on a team, they'd have a teammate wrap a blanket around them and offer them a warm drink.

But not this time.

And Flynn, such a noble and kind soul, saw how miserable his fellow knight was. Who would help warm Ace up, and make such a terrible day seem better? Even if knights are meant to support heroes, even knights need support sometime.

A crazy idea occurred to Flynn. One that caused him to blush and feel awkward, but that was just how he was. He couldn't very well leave his fellow knight without support though. So he gathered his courage and stepped in front of Ace.

He gently touched his cheek and grabbed his hand. "I'll keep you warm tonight." And led him to his room.

Maybe the bad day wasn't so bad after all.

ANOTHER TEAM'S STORY...

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[sightunseen]

Meadow saw the man as soon as she left the Hall of Doors. He was standing staring up at the skies of Aather, transfixed by the bright glow of color there. She gasped and at her movement, he dragged his gaze from the sky and lent her his undivided attention. She found herself meeting eyes of a deep sapphire blue in a face warmly bronzed by the sun. His waterfall of blond hair cascaded luxuriously down his back, setting off his dashing eyepatch and his beautiful Turquoise jacket.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" she asked, knowing immediately that this mysterious stranger was a gentleman. He swept her a majestic bow, proving her right. The light of his smile was enough to make her ♥ knees go weak ♥ . . . or perhaps that was the fireworks, or something else entirely?

"Nothing suspicious," he said. She believed him, but there was something about the devil-may-care smile on his face and the smoky smell of his coat. "Call me Mister Typhoon. Did the noise disturb you?"

"I don't know about disturb, but. . . someone was setting off fireworks! The police has to capture whoever did it!" she exclaimed! "I'll report them right away!"

"I'll catch them for you," Mister Typhoon said with a casual smirk, his teeth flashing.

Meadow protested such a course of action from such a refined man. "But that's against the law too! You're not a police officer!" she cried. Mister Typhoon merely laughed and leaned in close.

"Can I tell you a secret? My middle name... is Lawless."

Meadow closed her eyes, shocked beyond belief. And then. . . Mister Clue hit him on the head.

"Typhoon, you're giving us away! Get moving before they notice we're all singed up from the fireworks! We're supposed to be hiding!" he squawked.

"And stop flirting with my sister," Mister Gust said in a level tone. No one had seen him arrive.

Meadow was left alone quite quickly.