doingstufftime

[doingstufftime]

damn, and I just wanted a good time. (im Smarfy in the quiz btw)

tagging: @lecontentnewbie @feathrdflake @katkat030 @mixx-exists @dolliethedoll

made a lil thing

[doingstufftime]

bmb day 5!

feat. Flowers and kinda including @doingstufftime's Smarfy (again, just mentioned really). This is a bit of shorter one, mostly because I don't have the motivation for this one as much as the others honestly. enjoy. or don't ig I can't control you

As soon as Flowers re-enters the atrium, they the first thing they notice is the almost overwhelming smell of food.

The second thing they notice is the massive spread in front of them; behind another set of doors— when did that get there?— a set of tables, somewhat like a dining hall but way more resplendent in every way, shape and form. All down the room, attendees chat, laugh and clink glasses in toast; it's definitely less… formal, for lack of a better word, here than in the ballroom. That could just be them though. They didn't pay as much attention as they could've when they were there, really.

Flowers is startled out of their reverie by a stranger bumping somewhat roughly into them as they leave the doorway, and they realise that they've been standing there for way too long and probably look neither sane nor like they're supposed to be here. Not like the latter is much of a problem, they think, seeing one of the guests, obviously more than a little buzzed, stumble into one of the back doors and unceremoniously trip over a step. They grin, finally stepping into the building properly and making their way to one of the tables.

Upon further inspection, the place is set out like a buffet; food of all kinds, from grapes to cakes to entire cheese wheels are laid out for anyone to take a piece or bite. Flowers reaches for what appears to be a brownie. It turns out to be, in fact, not a brownie; it melts in their mouth too much for that and it doesn't taste the same, but nonetheless, it is good. They reach for another soon after.

As they continue their stroll further into the crowd, they stumble on a familiar figure— the one they saw on the tower a few minutes before. They blink, startled that they even vaguely remember what they look like, but smile at them all the same. They don't notice, however, and continue whatever they were doing before, which turns out to be eating at a rate that is… a little unhealthy. They don't control the other's body, though, so they let them be. It's none of their business.

Flowers is starting to regret eating before the ball. To be fair, they hadn't realised how much food exactly would be available, and certainly not what kinds, but they'd thought that they'd become hungry faster than they actually did. It would be a waste to not take as much as they could take, though, so they head to where they thought they'd seen a group of fruit salad bowls, and takes an apple. They bite into it; it's surprisingly crunchy, considering how long it must've been out there, but then they remember that oh right, magic, and it makes a little more sense. They thoughtfully chew on it. It's sweet and tart.

They don't particularly feel like continuing to eat, so they head to one of the side rooms and sits on one of the couches arranged nicely around the room. They close their eyes for a brief moment, then open them again. It's been tiring, having to be around so many people— much less interact with them— but it's been fun, at least. If all else fails, at least the food's nice.

[doingstufftime]

The blue moon filled Smarfy’s entire vision with its ethereal light. She blinked, still in disbelief of herself being here. The ‘Picture CapturerTM’ - as she had dubbed her creation, was working perfectly as expected. She had so many ‘captures’ of various different angles and locations of the moon. Soon, when she travels there, she’ll have a lot of material to make the first map - unless the Moon people have already made one. Or she could sell the ‘captures’ to people that never got to see the blue moon - which was her whole village, if she wasn’t mistaken. Either way, she had some sick compositions and had achieved a large part of her goals.

Going immediately up here, in one of the furthest and tallest rooms in the castle, had turned out to be a great idea. Smarfy hadn’t seen anyone else wander this far, which was ideal. Largely in part to the fact she’d never been invited, but also any distractions would be annoying when she was so focused on this. Smarfy scanned her collection of captures one more time. Is this enough? She thought. Then sighed, and prepared another piece of card.

Speaking of distractions - she had tried to ignore it, but now that she was nearly done, Smarfy was realizing how hungry she was. Perhaps not eating for two days before this ball out of anxiety hadn’t been a good idea. Perhaps. 

But now she had to deal with the fallout, and her stomach was not happy with her decision making. Smarfy wished she could just tell it to wait until she snuck to her hideout, but stomachs apparently didn’t listen to common sense. It didn’t help that they were clearly eating down there, because the smell was entrancingly good and seriously, why was this ball so fancy? To be fair, it was working in her favor, but it also kinda wasn’t at all.

Smarfy bounces on the balls of her feet, cursing herself for even thinking about this. Now she was imagining all the different kinds of food that must be there, better than her own musty crusty bread and plarefruit. Maybe even better than her mother’s food, which was surprisingly easy to imagine when she could smell it, no offense to her mum. 

Finally, the capture was completed, and she carefully takes it out of the device, making sure the ink has completely dried out. A little moon just there, in her hand. Beautiful, she thought, placing it in a pile of 16 other identical photos. She had at least 10 of every angle. 

Okay, maybe this is enough.

And then the forbidden thought.

Should I take some food as well?

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Sometime between her last thought and this one she must’ve blacked out, because all of a sudden she was standing at the far door of the feast hall, staring at the sheer amount of food piled onto the tables. Tables that looked like they were made out of gold. 

She barely even noticed as she stepped closer, staring at all the beautiful platters, with mouthwateringly roasted porknuffs, patneys, and even beantans. Salads, snack trays, sauces, wines, beers, breads, other things. Smarfy can only recognise about 10% of the food, the rest a wonderful mystery. A potential investigation.

Smarfy feels like a mouse about to eat the cheese from a mousetrap. She needs to leave, because if she stays too long she’ll bring too much attention to herself and reveal the fact she wasn’t invited. Her dress, her stature, it all looked out of place here. Thankfully she’d hidden the Picture CaptureTM safe outside beside her exit, so it wasn’t like she had a suspiciously large bag to make her stand out even more. Still, it was bad. And she was tempted. Really tempted.

She glances around at the people surrounding her. There were 5 musicians with various instruments Smarfy couldn’t recognise playing pleasant music in the corner. So many people in fancy clothes. A lot looked already drunk or tipsy. Some were dancing in the dancing area in the middle of the hall, others engaging in conversations. Others alone like her. 

One caught her eye, the person's eyes momentarily flashing with recognition before they looked away. Suspicion narrowed Smarfy’s eyes. Had they seen her on the tower? When she was sneaking on? Sometime before that?

Smarfy decided it was probably fine. She was not panicking at all. Nuh uh.

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In the end, Smarfy had stuffed her purse with various random foods, not even bothering to be discreet except for making sure nobody was looking. Hopefully they really hadn’t. 

Then she had downed at least three shots of straight vodka because she could (and the anxiety was kind of getting to her again,) almost throwing them up straight after because of the foul taste. Finally, after that, she left. 

…To the bathroom.

What am I doing? Smarfy thought, her hands shaking as she washed her hands. She made a delayed flinch as a person seemingly dropped right beside her out of nowhere.

“Tsup. Lit ball, aint it?” the person - a woman in her 20s slurred.

What is this? A college party? Why are we calling it “lit”?

“I s'pose,” Smarfy answered. Her tongue felt like an uncooperative wet sponge.

“Lit,” the woman said.

Smarfy dragged her hand through her hair and sighed.

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AN: Smarfy's not really having a good time, but at least she likes the food? I've found through trial and error that the easiest way for me to write something is making it less serious, so that's why it's kinda funky. ╭( ๐_๐)╮

[doingstufftime]

bmb day 4!

including Flowers, and (somewhat[not really]) @doingstufftime's Smarfy! you cannot hide from me (:<

Flowers jumps at the chime of a bell, far above themself but still loud enough to echo in their ears. They stop for a moment; they hadn't even realised this place had a bell tower. It sort of makes sense, though, considering the fact that this ball is situated on an island that bears the weight of what's for all intents and purposes, a city. They glance up at a gigantic clock on the wall, just as it ticked over from eleven o'clock to midnight. Time does fly when one's having fun, they think absently.

Guests are starting to stream back into the atrium, and the room is starting to get somewhat crowded. They spot some of the dancers they saw in the ballroom, but don't make a move to go and talk to them. It's too much effort, really, to actually try to do small talk with strangers. Besides, they probably have other people they want to chat with more anyway. There really isn't any point.

At that, Flowers decides to head outside, back to the gardens they found before the ball. As they step past the massive doors at the entrance, they are suddenly hit with how much quieter it is outside; how much more peaceful. It's almost jarring. They shake off these thoughts, though, and end up trailing along the border of the garden, making an effort to memorise all the different flora scattered around in a way that is somehow chaotic and orderly simultaneously.

Unsurprisingly, they find a considerable amount of blooms that, upon further inspection (both by hand and with a little magic involved), appear to only blossom at night. Considering the time frame of this event, it's not a surprise, but still welcome nonetheless. It's something nice to look at that they don't see incredibly often, after all, as they generally don't leave the cave after dark. They really need to get in touch with the gardener(s?) in charge of this. This would be amazing to note down in their studies.

Enough rambling about something Flowers barely knows though. The ball so far has been way more fun than they thought it would be. They'd met exactly three new people— which isn't a lot, but fight them the last time they talked to new people they turned out to be the Fey— and had actual conversations with two of them. The dancing in particular had gone surprisingly well; they hadn't had fun, exactly, but it wasn't terrible, and that's all they were asking for. Flowers glances up into the sky. It's been a while since they left the atrium— and the building altogether— and as their eyes had gotten used to the darkness, millions of stars can be seen in the night sky, unfamiliar constellations covering it as on a canvas. In the centre of it was the moon; glowing a bright, almost unnatural looking blue, hanging right in the middle like it was designed to be the focal point of the event, not the thing the event is designed around. Flowers takes the opportunity to take a seat in a patch of uncovered grass, suddenly aware of how tiring this has been. Sure, they've had a lot of fun thus far, and they're sure they will enjoy the rest of the ball through till morning, but a break from the excitement would be nice. They do have some time left, and they do need to make the most of it; how would they do so if they were exhausted out of their mind? If they're exaggerating, they don't know it.

Flowers turns back to the main building. The architecture really is quite nice; whoever designed this place must have had a lot of experience or talent or maybe both. Behind the atrium, towers rise, and if they squint, they can just about see a figure staring over the banister at the moon, now behind them. They wave up; the figure does not notice. Shrugging off the slight insult (and ignoring the fact that it isn't much of an insult if the other person barely even knows you exist), they contemplate re-entering the hall. It has been a while, and something new is probably going to start. Midnight is an important hour, so it would make sense that something interesting is about to happen. On the other hand, there would be a lot more people in one place— they do know that some attendees arrived late, but not how many; the number of guests could have increased by three or fifty and they have no clue as of right now.

After a moment to think, though, they decide that it's worth it to return. They should make the most out of this night, after all, and what better way to do that than to get involved? They do need to do some amount of interaction tonight, and maybe they could find some food to make up for their lack of social skills. Flowers starts to walk back to the doors, brushing the dirt off their dress as they go.

They really need to stop overthinking and actually talk to people, huh?

[doingstufftime]

As the clock chimes midnight, Smarfy enjoys the blue moon in full view, also taking pictures on her #futuristic device.