The Feast of the Worlds (OPEN FOR EVERYONE)
Invited? Such a strange word for Rascal. He is here for the feast, reguardless of being invited.
How the bright red fox manages to be here is inconsiquential. He walks in through the front door, taking a single sniff before making a bee line for the food.
The glutton dresses much less fancy than the others, wearing a brown cloth vest and leather belt about his chubby waist. Possibly, soon to be chubbier waist, given the gleefull and mischievious glint in his eyes.
He can admire the wealth later… For now, food pre-occupies the young fox's mind.
Dominique saw a young human walk in and her intrested peaked. She made her way over, a huge grin on her face. "Welcome! I hope your journey wasn't to long, I'm Captian Dominique Perrie, but you can call me Dominique." She said giving a lavish bow. Her tri-corn hat with a feather plum nearly touching the human. In case anyone was wondering, Dominique wore her best outfit. A royal red coat with gold trim and buttons donned on her, a white silk shirt with long sleeves and high wasted black pants with a coloredful belt donned her waist. Her favorite part was her hat!
"Please help yourself to refreshments and food, plenty to go around, Miss?…" she trailed off waiting for the girl to introduce herself.
Nothing escapes TJ'a gaze as she saw a red fox make his way over to the buffet table. She gave a smile, usually she should of known everyone but this fox she didn't. TJ chuckled to herself as the fox heaped himself a large plate of food. "At that rate you will eat all the food." She said as he passed her table.
The girl almost took a step back, suprised by tye sudden attention, "Oh, Hello Miss Dominique! I'm… Star. Thats what everyone calls me anyway. My journey wasn't very long. How about yours? " Star did a half curtsy. Her eyes quickly taking in the others clothing. Just like everything else, they were rich and lavish. Her own red and black dress looking like rags beside it. The black lace covering the shiny red fabric underneath did nothing to hide the slightly crooked stitchs.
"Miss Dominique, if its not rude, may I ask if your rich? Your clothing is very beautiful, just like the wearer!" She smiled.
The fleshy fox was licking his chops, ready to bite down into his plate stacked high with sweet treats and deserts and special breads when the vixen spoke into his ear.
"Ha!" He snorted, "Even I have my limits." He found a place to sit, his tail end sinking into a comfy padded chair, "Doesn't mean I can't try though…"
Dominque gave a cheerful wink, "There are many types of rich, not just one." She looked around, "I do have wealth and fortune I spent half of my life working for," She shook her head, "But those days are over now, I spend my time enjoying my house and grounds and visiting the local places. A favorite past time is inventing and creating all sorts of things, I'm rich in knowledge and friendliness. If I can't impress creatures and humans with my skills at least I can out dress them." She gave a cheery laugh.
A sudden idea came to Dominique, "Come on Star, I got to show you something, and I think you would like it." The otter grabbed Stars hand and leader her into the house, walking towards the back into a room. Opening the door, she was greeted by boxes and clothing racks, filled with brightly colored clothes. "So these clothes don't fit me anymore, before I donate them, take a look through on what you want. Put it aside and I'll ship it to your address. I can tell your a girl who likes nice things." She patted her on the shoulder. "By the way, I love the sheme in your dress, very pretty. Reds a good color!"
"I bet you 59 coins that you won't be able to have a second helping, and finish the second helping." TJ said to Rascal, "what's your name, I'm Administrator TJ,you?"
Star almost had time to ask Dominque about her inventing, when the otter whisked her away. Star had to almost run to keep up with her brisk walk.. When they got to the room, she held her hnd to her mouth, covering her gaping mouth.
"Are you sure? It wouldn't be a bother, would it? " She turned to the otter, her eyes shining. While the prospect of the glamourous attire excited her, she'd hate to take advantage of the otter's kindness, especailly since it was her host!
The fox looked up, muzzle full of for lack of a better term, food. He blinks, then swollows his mouth full in one big gulp.
"Ye of little faith, you do not know me well at all." He chuckled at the vixen. He stood up to make a grand bow made awkward by his portly girth. "An administrator you say? This calls for a propper greeting then! I am Rascal! It is a pleasure to meet you."
He sits back down to eat his meal, "So what are you administrator of? Like, the servents or something?"
Oh dear, it doesnt look like poor rascal knows exactly where he is!
TJ laughed and then looked him with a serious look, "You can basically view me as overlord of everything. Or queen, or ruler or president. Able to banish creatures with a click of a button, temporarily or permanently, can make your life miserable or the best thing ever. Me and Kiara makes sure that we have everything running smoothly and everyone follows the rules. No matter if they are a dubbin or an elder."
She smiled again, all traces of seriousness gone, "Anyway, wanna take that bet?"
Dominique shook her head, "Not at all, I like to help people and creatures alike. Enjoy! Come back out to grab food when you are done, you don't wanna miss it."
Star hugged the otter, careful not to let the full extent of her excitement show.
"Oh thank you Miss Diminique! If there were more in the world like you, there would never be evil!" She ran inside, rummaging through box after box, almost squeling at every new discovery. Finally she grabbed a few bundles of cloth and some oddly shaped items, and ran to the back, where a wall of boxes shielded her from sight.
She came out from behind them, almost a completly new person. She wore a dress of fine silk, that at the top was red, then turned to blue at the bottom, then adding a black sash for accent. The design looked form fitting, then splayed out at the bottom, giving the impression of a mermaid tail. For jewlery she wore a silver chain necklace with a dragon head pendant hanging from it. To top it all off, was a small magenta tri-corn hat with a curly blue feather.
Star quickly raced over to the main building, a smile on her face and her old dress compressed in a purse. She quickly grabbed a plate and loaded it with a sandwich and pastries. quite a few pastries.
The tubby fox thief swollows his muzzle full of sweets nervously. "T-that sounds." He has to pause to regain his voice. "Like an interesting job."
Rascal makes a mental note not to tick off this vixen. "And ok, If you are so willing to lose money on me, Ill take you up on that bet!" Rascal's chuckle returns, taking another bite. The fox continues to feast for a moment longer, making small talk as he does. "Administrator eh? Sounds like an important job. How ever did you land a sweet gig like that?"
She saw Star exit excitedly and said to the her, "Looking good girl. Nice clothing choice!" As Star hurried past her towards the banquet table. Dominique turned her attention back to the character she was talking to and thought, "It's good to be a role model." Smiling inward to herself she tapped a foot to the music.
Dominique watched the fox with a mixture of fascination and disgusted at the same time, maybe this fox will win. Sitting down she responded to his question, "took me 7 years, move up from player to moderator and finally. Year later to Administrator as the original two administrators stepped down, Redwalls Legacy and Seth." She gave a sad sight, "It just me and Kiara left from the original players when we first opened, crazy how time flies, I wonder if any of them would ever check in…" She trailed off,deep in thought, before smiling at Rascal as he munched away, "With all those sweets, which one is your favorite?"
Star looked around, noticong Dominique was busy. None of her friends had come, as far as she could tell. She sat in a small corner, eating her food. It was so good!
She just finished the last of the delectable vittles, when she noticed two beasts. One eating a huge pile of food, incredibly fast. Star walked over.
"Wow, you sure can eat! I've seen quite a few eating contest, but you take the cake!" She giggled.
The glutton fox gestured to star as he answered the vixen's question. "That there. Cake that is. Although I have to admit I am a fan of all things sweet and tasty, cake is my favorite, miss furless weasel… Thing..."
Rascal looked Star up and down and returned to his meal. Taking a pastry here or there, he commented before wolfing them down, "But one can not rule out pie as a favorite either. Especially those pies with berries in them. Call me a stereotype, but I can eat twice as many berries as any fox and any fox can eat half his weight in berries."
More pastries dissapeared into the vulpines gullet. He was looking rather content, and perhaps a little ill. It could not be natural the way his fluffy midriff distended with food.
Finally, he came to the last bite. "Chocolet almends, I must say, are my third favorite. Alas, I have yet to find a plant that grows them." The fox opened wide to finish his bet.. but hesitated.
"Players?" Said Rascal. "I... Dont understand." The tod tilted his head to one side. "Do you administer for a game of some sort? Like a gambling den or..?" He left the question hanging.
Star laughed and curtseid.
"I'm guessing you don't come across humans much. Then again, I'm not the best example. I'm Star. And I love cake and pie also!" She grinned. "But that's just the tip of the icing." Star turned to the vixen beside the glutton. "Did you say you were an admin? I heard thats really hard!"
Taken off guard by the human's chattering, the glutton fox turns too star. He looksher up and down, eyebrow raised.
The world really is filled with odd and exotic creatures and… What ever this poor creature is. "A who-man?" How did she breath with out a snout? "How facinating. But Its nice to know cake is a universal staple of delecacy." He smiles politely before turning to his meal, or rather, the single small pastry that remained.
His stomach groaned with protest. Perhaps if he keeps the conversation going he can have a chance for a second wind before finishing the pastry and winning the bet. He shutters to think what would happen if they find out he has no money to pay, if he loses.
"I keep hearing about this admin job thingy. What ever are you both talking about?"
Star grinned, turning back to Rascal.
"Well, I haven't been to a land where there is not cake! Though I haven't travelled far. From what I have heard, Administrators are poeple and beasts who watch and govern our entire country, while mods watch over smaller portions inside it. Like certain towns, or provinces. Of course, I don't know much more than that. I'm still just a commoner." She explained. She quicky grabbed a chair and sat. Her new dress was slightly difficult to sit down so fast, but she managed.
(OOC: just for the start, could we make it that the Admins are basically rulers, while mods are nobles, and players commoners? I can change it if you like. But only Admins knows the true secret of this….)
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((ooc Anybody mind if I join?
(not at all! Jump in and make chaos :D)
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At the edge of the feast, two sets of eyes watched the massive, gluttonous fox downing an enormous quantity of food at an entirely impossible speed. “He’s fat,” the black ferret murmured. He stood, looking on, completely enfolded in his black cloak with a hood covering his head and shadowing his eyes. “And somewhat silly.” He looked up at the vixen next to him, who stood as shrouded as he in a silver cloak.
She smirked. Now, Jurou, be kind, she signed with her paws. There’s no call for that. Besides, Katsuke could easily eat more.
Jurou looked closely at the crowd. “I don’t see him yet,” he muttered.
The vixen tapped him on the shoulder. He looked back at her. He’ll show up. He only went to find a restroom. Anyway, we’re here solely so he can “socialize”. She accentuated this last word with air quotation marks.
Jurou shrugged, and rearranged his cloak. “Hinata, we’re only here so he can eat as much food as he can possibly fit into his big body,” he murmured.
Hinata chuckled, and whispered, “True,” then immediately held her paw to a scar running across her throat.
Jurou glanced over curiously. I’m fine, she signed.
Suddenly, they heard a commotion and both turned to look at the center of the crowd. "Found him," Jurou said quietly.
Katsuke jumped onto the table, staring down at the fat fox with a grin on his face. “Greetings, oh fat one!” he shouted. “It is clear that you are able to down a very, very large amount of food! Now, tell me . . .” He flipped off of the table and landed on the ground with a great big WHUMP! “How much do you think I can eat? Tell me how much you’ve eaten, and I will surpass it!”
Katsuke shifted his sash as he waited for an answer, his knives and kamas rattling around as he did so against his grey, sleeveless tunic. He flashed his bright red fur in the sunlight, fixing Rascal with a mischievous look.
The fox, the heavyset red, yelped as his buffer and fitter fellow glutton appeared in such a dramatic way.
"Well, a good day to you too!" Rasval struggled to catch his breath after being frightened so. His eyes narrow as he looks the fox over, "Surpass me, eh? I will have you know that I ate… THREE platefulls... This high and this wide." He exagerates with his paws, both metephorically and literally.
But the fox called him fat, so Rasval will feel no sympathy if the vulpine injures himself trying to out eat a fleet of hungry hares.
The subject of Mods, admins and nobility temporarily forgotten, Rascal leans back in his chair. "But, the real question is... What do you want if you win... And what will I get when you DON'T."