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The Feast of Deadly Sins

Who knows what possessed you to go to that banquet? Perhaps it was a holiday and you had nowhere else to go. Maybe you were interested in checking out the mysterious mansion at the end of the road and took your chance. You might have been investigating reports of mysterious disappearances. Maybe you received a distress call from inside the house. Maybe you're just someone hungry who's in need of a free meal.

Whatever brought you, here you are. The banquet hall is full of people from all walks of life. The food is plentiful, and the drinks flow even more so. Why, there's even a team of violinists hovering nearby to provide mood music! All the pieces are in place for the perfect candlelit dinner between you and a few hundred others.

The patrons, you see, are a curious sort. They fancy themselves scholars of human excess and have created this open feast as a way to draw in subjects. The food, wine, and sweets are all drugged. Guests may find their bodies changing or their intentions warping far beyond their wildest imaginations. Or perhaps those impulses were present all along, only being brought out by the free atmosphere.

Won't you join us for dinner?

How it works:

# Eat something! It could be voluntarily, or maybe you've been force-fed.
# Whatever you've just eaten was directly linked to one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Sorry about that.
# Your character (or the character tagging you, or both) will become a personification of that sin.
# Feel free to mix and match as desired. There's plenty of food to go around!

1. Lust. The person sitting next to you is so cute. Look at their eyes. So blue! And now there's heat building up and spreading from the inside out. Perhaps your body is twisting itself as well, becoming more toned and voluptuous. Your genetals are bigger and moister, and you could swear that you've gotten more stamina. But one thing's becoming increasingly certain: you need to have sex, and lots of it.
In the worst case scenarios, those most affected by Lust may find themselves taking on the wings and tail of a succubus or incubus.

2. Gluttony. Whatever you just ate, it was delicious. You need to have more. More of everything. You can't quite seem to take your attention away from the banquet before you. Someone wants to talk? Here's hoping they don't mind if you chat with your mouth full. If you're feeling generous enough, be sure to share with your friends! The food's great, why not make sure everyone's got enough? If they refuse to take bites, they're probably just being polite. Feel free to force food down their throats.
The physicality of this drug varies from person to person. Some people find themselves insatiably starving, as if the food just evaporates on their tongues. Others will find their bodies plumping up to accommodate the voracious overeating. It's okay if you get bigger. Someone will probably be kind enough to give up a neighboring seat so you can rest yourself on two chairs.

3. Greed. This place is full of things you need. It's hosted by people with money. There are obviously rich people at the table right there with you. There's probably a closet full of expensive clothing just down that hall. Nobody will mind if you take it without asking. It looks better on you anyway. If you want something, you should take it. Then you'll have it! You deserve it more than anyone else anyway. The more jewelery you're wearing, the better. Pearls make the person.
Those most affected by Greed may find their bodies shriveling in correspondance with their inner ugliness. Bony and squat, hunched over items they refuse to share... Nobody will take Precious things away! Nobody!

4. Sloth. What a boring party. All these annoying people keep talking about things that don't matter. Nothing matters. It's almost as if there's a haze of apathy descending over your thoughts. Who cares about staying awake? You might as well take a nap right here at the table. You might have just overheard some of the waiters talk about performing experiments on the partygoers, but so what? Everything'll work itself out in the end. If it doesn't, you'll just get up and fix it yourself. Later. Eventually.
Some people mst sensitive to the Sloth drug might find their will to move thoroughly evaporating. They might not even notice themselves turning into something inanimate. Did you think those slouching statues in the foyer were just an artistic statement?

5. Wrath. You don't know when the anger started building up in your belly and you really can't be bothered to care. Someone over there didn't pass the salt quickly enough! They need to have their faces punched in. What made you think you were sitting next to your best friend? With an ugly hairstyle like that? They're obviously thinking something horrible about you. It can only be settled by starting a fight and hurting them as much as you're sure they've wronged you.
If enough of this drug was taken for physical effects to sink in, Wrath is known to be a furious creature, as primal as an animal might be. A wrath-creature might be covered in sharp porcupinelike needles, or bearing the stripes and fangs of a tiger. Whatever form Wrath takes, it is certainly dangerous. Approach with caution.

6. Envy. It turns on like a lightbulb. You're suddenly hyper-aware that everyone's got such nice things. Why don't you have nice things too? If you can't have something, then nobody should have it! You'll destroy the things that are denied to you. If a woman stole your boyfriend, then maybe she needs to die so you can have him back. Or maybe you should destroy them both. That'll teach them a lesson.
Ingest enough Envy, and others might remark at how green your eyes are becoming. It'll be fine until someone denies you something they obviously have. It won't be your fault when you turn into a hulking emerald beast and start destroying things. They made you do it. Nobody understands how much you need!

7. Pride. You deserve this. This dinner, these guests, this entire experience... You deserve it all. You've suddenly become unapologetic no matter what you do. So you just drank too much wine and decided to dance on a table? You looked good while doing it. Why not say all the things you'd normally hold back? You're perfect. You were invited here because you're perfect. You'd might as well start acting the part.
Take too much Pride, and you might stop noticing the little details that used to be important. The Emperor's New Clothes were invisible, remember? So what if you're naked, or if your body is becoming more stiff and birdlike? Who cares if it's something even worse? You're going to be amazing no matter what you look like.

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[Hello! Don't suppose you'd be interested]

[yes. i'd love to~! *grabby hands*]

[REACHES FOR BACK. forgive me if she's a little rusty. UM. I rolled a 2, 6, 7. Pick one? : D]

[shhh it's okay, i'm sure you're perf~ and hmm, 7? C:]

[Selina is aware of the kind of couple they make, arm in arm together, her hand on his. It's hard not to smile at people, her heart thrilling when she takes her seat]

Are all functions this stuffy?

[The course is set out and she has a sip of the wine with a shrug] It's fancy but how about a little music...

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[ooc: Canonically his 'deadly sin' is Lust, so the lust prompt would be best, but I'm a-okay with any and all!]

[ooc; Are you open to cross-canon? Because I honestly want to see just how much worse Lussuria can get with lust.]

I certainly am open to cross-canon! Sorry for the delay, I was at work :>

I look forward to seeing how much work he can get myself, hahaha.

[Cyuss was never one to turn down a free meal, but it was even harder for him to turn down free booze. He'd stacked a plate with food, of course, but he spent more time gathering a few drinks, picking a little something of everything alcoholic this fancy place had to offer. Fancy banquets weren't really his thing, sure, but with free food and drink, who was he to complain?

At least...that was what he told himself before one of the mysterious servers demanded that he take a seat next to one of the loudest looking people in the mansion. Cyuss was far from normal-looking himself with his tan skin, tribal stripes, silver tail, and lack of shirt...but to him, Lussuria looked even stranger. He took his seat with a bit of a scowl and started to eat and drink, planning to converse as little as possible.]

Don't mind me. I'm just here for the booze.

[ooc; cyuss is human aside from the tail and slightly pointed ears!! i hope this set-up works. c:]

[Lussuria had already had a couple of the drinks here, but honestly he was thrilled to bits to be here. Not only because it was the Varia doing a party that he got to become the Host of, but also because the near-by hired waiter sat a man down beside him.

He flashed him a smile at first and turned back to who he was talking to before his gaze shot back to Cyuss. Interest piqued.]

Ohh~~ I haven't seen you around here before! [He leaned on his hand, scooting his chair a little closer to the striped man.]

[ooc: Sorry for the late response! Got busy out of nowhere yesterday, but I am free and here now for real haha]

[Cyuss barely even looked at Lussuria. He knew the other was...someone important or something, but he was just here to eat, not to talk to people who are dressed really, really strangely. The strange hair, the sunglasses...Cyuss had no leg to stand on, really, not in his own outfit, but he immediately wanted to dismiss Lusssuria as a strange man with admittedly good musculature.

And that was when he realized he’d been staring, too. Shit.]

That’s because I haven’t been here before. I’m just, uh...[He wasn’t sure if he should lie or not, then shrugged.] I’m just here for the food. You throw these kind of parties often?

[It was clear that Cyuss wasn’t comfortable in any kind of formal atmosphere. Why he’d even been invited was beyond him; the fact that the drugs were laced with something to spice up his life a little didn’t even occur to him, not even as he slid one of the drinks he’d grabbed over to Lussuria, trying to be friendly. Maybe it was the laced one, maybe it wasn’t.]

[ooc; I went to a Halloween party literally as soon as I got your tag, sorry!! Do you have a preference for how this plays out?]

Edited 2013-10-21 05:10 (UTC)

[Lindsey doesn't like these big fancy get togethers. He never has. He feels awkward and while he likes the way the place looks - the way the servers bow and scrape at one another he doesn't really like the food or drink.

It's making him angry. He practically wants to break his spoon in half. Over soup - just that plain - orange - rich bitter tasting soup. With his gaze caught by the fellow across the table he looks up, then down. Man or woman?]

[OOC: Will you set?]

[This is a classy party. A very classy party. Food, people bowing to him, offering plates and trays. He hasn't been here for long (has he? It has to be at least an hour) but the more he picks at the tray the more he's enjoying the posh surroundings, the reverence.

Nothing unusual about that. Sitting casually at a table, he spots a familiar face and frowns]

...So much for this being a nice party fella.

[It was classy, until that stupid voice tears Angel away from his revelry. It was the liquor these people had, tasted just like home, except it didn't feel like a horse had kicked you in the head while you're drinking it. Angel had quickly gotten comfortable.

He glances over and grunts.]

Great. Lindsey. Didn't know they gave invites to places like this to people like you.

[Lindsey just snorts. Draping one arm over the arm of the chair he laughs - turning to a guest and reaching for his own wine. His movements exaggerated.]

I'm the kind of people they want to attract. How did you get in? Or are you refilling the buffet?

[Angel scoffed with an eyeroll.]

If they want trailer trash, sure. I'm Legend. Do you have any idea how many of the demons are here just to say they've put eyes on me?

[Angel was obviously the better choice.]

[Lindsey snorted. He lifted his plate and slid cake off his silver fork.] I could be legend too. If I wanted to be. They obviously think I'm worth something, being here.

[Have an over-exaggerated shake of his head]

You're just going to end up as shit Holland has scrapped off the bottom of his three hundred dollar shoes. Wolfram and Hart - Ha.

[Angel drained his mug and grinned as he watched magic fill it back up.]

I think I could stay here forever.

[Lindsey shakes his head, defiant.] They'll kick you out as soon as they see what kind of trash they let in.

[Leaning across the table for pie - he cuts himself a slice, lifts it back to his plate and bites. Before reaching for the whole pie and bringing it over. He's just going to work on that.]

Ha! Right. Not if they want to keep breathing.

[No challenge too small, no tankard too full for this guy. In point of fact, he takes another draw of his drink.]

We shouldn't fight over food though. Celebration or not. s'not done.

[Lindsey is just - going to eat pie. A lot of pie] Like what should we do instead?

[I keep seeing you around. I keep thinking these two might be fun. You wanna see how they play with each other?]

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[I'm game! I should warn you that I know very little about your character and his canon, though. Would that be a problem?]

[Nah. Not really. I can play him sort of straight. You want to roll or shall I? Or shall we just mix and match?]

Edited 2013-10-21 22:42 (UTC)

[You can choose if you'd like, or just roll. I'd be game for any of those, Loki's got all of them already, anyway. /shifty eyes]

[Just rolled 2-1 in succession. Thoughts on that? Some weird mish-mash of the two?]

[Sounds interesting! Would you like to start or should I?]

[Would you start? Even if it's just a few lines I could totally work with that.]

[No problem! Hope that's okay.]

How Loki found himself at a Seven Deadly Sins banquet is anybody's guess. It sounds a little too Christian to be something he'd actually enjoy but then again, it's quite a fitting place for a Chaos God. None of these sins are truly foreign to him and he easily lets himself be tempted by a piece of cake, not overly worried about what will happen.

The cake happens to be very good, so he has another piece. And another. And another. Slicing himself a fourth one, he meets the eyes of the man sitting in front of him. Correction, the eyes of the very attractive man sitting in front of him.

Loki's grin is rakish, more openly suggestive than he would usually be. "Good evening."

Lindsey's invitation came through his job. When work tells you to show up at such and such a place and such and such a time it's hard for you to say no. Especially when work is at a demonic lawfirm. He stuck with the wine until he hit those dark red acai tarts. He had one, two, three, and stopped to raise an eyebrow at the fellow sitting a few spaces down.

The interest, was what bothered him. Not the other man's, but his own body willing him to meet that fellow's gaze. Easiest way to cover that up is by reaching for one of those little chicken wings right? Right.

"...Hi."

Except he can't keep the sultry out of his tone. While his hand is dug into the tarts, chewing on them thoughtfully.

Edited 2013-10-21 23:28 (UTC)

Loki is not bothered. He knew what he was getting himself into, more or less.

He tilts his head to the side, considering the man before him through the banquet-induced haze of lust and hunger. There is something off about him, something unusual, though Loki can't pinpoint what it could be at the moment.

He's grinning so hard at the reply his eyes are crinkling at the corners, in a way that usually means imminent defenestration. "May I ask your name?" he asks, sucking cream off his thumb. Not his smoothest overture but he doesn't think 'kindly take off your clothes and let's have sex on the cherry pie' would work, considering.

"Lindsey." There's heat in his loins at that. He doesn't normally dig guys - unusual guys. Still there's something about the curve of his cheek, his eyes. Lindsey reaches for another snack, hungry. That hunger's not going away and the heat in his loins is just building.

"Lindsey," Loki repeats, like he's savouring the name. He's having another slice of cake, still composed enough to use his spoon though his eyes are dark and hungry, eerily unblinking as he watches Lindsey eat.

He has to stop for a moment - mostly because his fingers got caught in his mouth. He stifles a belch, "...Y-Yeah. Hi."

But it's back to eating again. His stomach is starting to protrude.

Loki chuckles because this isn't going anywhere and he doesn't have the patience to talk this man into it at the moment. He seems willing enough, Loki decides, so he finishes his piece of cake, strives to resist the urge to have another, and stands up. He politely waits for Lindsey's mouth to be empty (it's a small window of opportunity, in truth) and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, leaning down to kiss him full on the mouth.

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