Welcome to the Festival of Fireflies

[lazyjustice]

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.


[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

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Wet T-shirt contest for Men

[lazyjustice]

[second verse same as the first. There are props to use and sprinklers overhead to drench the participants. Though the stage has been revamped into something a little more masculine and the music has a definite edge to it. Still participants have three minutes to shake that thang so that the judges can make their score of 1-10.

Prizes are similar of a sequin studded mask, in a design that would be appealing, and a coupon booklet good for most vendors.]

[strawberrypenguin]

[Nagisa was never really one for competitions and being serious about them, but this one just seemed like fun and fun he was sure he was going to have. The sprinklers lightly rained down on him. His plan was to simply be himself in his actions and movements.

Simply put, he was just going to have fun.

Once he was sure he was soaked enough, the wet shirt, clinging to pretty much every muscle he had, he ran his fingers through his hair before taking a step forward, a giant smile plastered on his face. He was showing as much enthusiasm as people and just was having the time of his life, turning around, laughing and even at one point spinning what appeared to be a volleyball, throwing it up into the air and catching it

As soon as it was over, he laughed and waved with arms in the air. He was at least happy with what he did and had pretty much no regrets.]

[enchantressofore]

[ Why is she here.

Why is she judging this contest.

Perhaps the most important question is who signed her up for judging it in the first place.

Adela is at the judge's table, beet red and watching between her fingers while trying not to beat her head against the desk before her. It's hard to watch, though Nagisa thankfully is not the worst in terms of that. He looks more like he's having fun than anything, but she's not supposed to be judging that is she?

Adela's silent, holding up her sign as she finally makes her verdict. 8. ]

[highprices]

[Crystal smiles at the performance. He's cute but scrawny.

She'll give him an 8.]

[fireinthebed]

[Now this sounded like a hell of a lot of fun and Reno was all too determined to do something stupid, as is his usual prerogative with this kind of thing. But he's sort of figured out how this kind of thing works as he's already found the music he wants to use for all of this. Not his usual style but fuck being family friendly, right?

Given he's accustomed to wearing as little as possible, the t-shirt is already pretty see through at this point. But he hardly seems to care as the water hits him, movements starting out pretty tame as he teases at the bottom of the shirt, pulling it up just to about chest level before letting it fall back down again.

Evidently he's a flexible shit, too, given he's taking this opportunity for a few more... interesting moves. More like how the hell does he even manage to do that split with such ease (don't question it) or move his hips as much as he actually is.

Hands are teasing on pulling his pants further down, going only so far to about just above crotch level, not showing anything other than hair the same color as his damn hair. Someone probably should stop him, but at least he's being nice enough to avoid showing every little thing.

Honestly, it probably looks more like a stripper's act than anything else, but he seems to be enjoying himself enough until the end hits him like a ton of bricks and he's pushing himself off the floor of the stage to merely slink off like he'd just given a speech or something.

What even.]

[enchantressofore]

[ She can't.

The fellow red head is face-down on the desk, using both hands to cover her head because why. She's going to freaking murder Ace if she ever finds out this is his fault.

Still, she'll base Reno's score off of what little she manages to see, very meekly meeting his eye before turning away and holding up the 8 sign again. ]

[sayslittle]

[What even indeed. Rude hadn't even been planning on going anywhere near any of these competitions but Reno had signed up and Rude had figured it's the partnerly thing to do to show up for moral support.

And to make sure Reno doesn't actually turn this into a strip show. There's a point where he thinks he's actually going to have to go haul the redhead off the stage but one thing Reno has always been good at is tightrope-walking the line while still not technically setting a toe over it.

Technically. Personal opinion may beg to differ.

And even as it's warm enough that Reno will probably dry off naturally, Rude is waiting at the side of the stage with a towel they may or may not need and two beer bottles that they will definitely need.]

You ever end up needing a second job, we know where to start.

[Because who needs congratulations when there's a partner willing to tease about it right there?]

[fireinthebed]

[Pft, give him something to do and maybe he won't run off and do ridiculous things like this. But he had fun with it, if what he was doing was any indication. But either way he's grinning as he moves off the stage, taking the towel to only really bother with drying his hair off with a quick movement. The bonuses of having ridiculous hair, he really doesn't have to do anything with it other than dry it off. The rest of him will dry off naturally and it doesn't seem to bother him to be wet right now anyway.

That beer bottle waiting for him is also appreciated, taking it after he's done with the towel and immediately cracking into it and taking a long drink from it before he decides to actually answer his words. Rude, come on, you stop that.]

As if I'd do that shit for money, that just makes it boring. [He comments, his free hand merely waving it off as he goes to head away from the bustle of the festival.] 'Sides, given how that kind of thing tends to go? I'd rather not end up like the slum girls, I left that shit behind.

[highprices]

[Crystal is enjoying the show and she lets her eyes wander over his frame and then move to where he clearly wants her to look.

She'll give him an 9.5]

[om_nom_namur]

[Hey, what's a muscle show without showing off some real bulk?

Namur's eight feet tall, blue skinned, and gives literal meaning to the term barrel chested. He even happened to bring a white t-shirt cut for his frame and dorsal fin from another world! It has the mark of the Phoenix Pirates on the front.

He gives the stage a full minute under the sprinklers so it'll get nice and flooded, then slides in barefoot and on his knees, splashing the audience as much as possible. He hops up and steps in time with the music, bringing up sprays of water like fountains. As he continues the breakdance, it's clear that adding water to the mix doesn't affect his routine at all. He throws himself into flips, spins, and handsprings fearlessly- and throws quite a bit of water out into the crowd as well, the toothy grin on his face the only indication that he might be picking moves which naturally lead to flinging water on purpose. As the song draws near to the end he sucks up some water from the stage and blows it up into the air like a whale's spout, beats on his thick chest, then points at a random girl in the crowd and winks before turning and surfing off the stage, laughing regardless of the crowd's reaction. Let the pretty boys be sexy- he'd rather be badass any day.]

[enchantressofore]

[ Why is it easier to watch Namur? Who knows, but she's getting soaked during the performance and squeaking with the first couple of splashings. She gets used to it at least, watching more for his dancing rather than for any other reason.

She grins when he's done, applauding before remembering herself and holding up a sign for him. Guess who gets a 10? Namur does! ]

[highprices]

[She doesn't really get the point of a fish wearing a shirt but it's certainly an interesting performance. He's a fish out of water trying to find a way back into the water and doing a poor job at it.

She'll give him a 7.]

Joint Post: Toby & Tony

[mechanica]

[ Toby signed up for the competition by accident. He’d thought it was something else but since he’s here he’s stuck being thrown into the fray. Luckily he isn’t the only person that he knows and Tony being the eccentric man that he is offered to help Toby out.

Tony considers his aid as a thank you for the beer and weird afternoon of talking to someone he barely knew. Apparently they were about to get a whole lot closer. He made it his task to pick out their matching shirts and was pretty pleased that he could throw a touch of his trademark humor into it. Tony is all about making an entrance and advertising on top of that makes for a pretty solid combo. A slightly robotic sounded voice echoes from the stage just before their recorded song. ]

Brought to you by Stark Enterprises.

[ A song then begins and the pair step out on the stage. Their shirts are instantly soaked showing off rippling muscles. Toby looks a little too serious but then it’s a style. He walks with an easy gate before pushing his wet hair out of his eyes and leveling a glance at the crowd. Tony is instantly working both the audience and the judges, pulling his shades off and tossing them to the side while smiling his usual PR smile and waving and blowing kisses as he effortlessly synced his motions to the rhythm.

Afterwards Toby peels off the wet shirt and can be found with Tony next to the stage. Tony continues to milk the attention for all its worth, fully immersing himself and enjoying the distraction from how utterly messed up his life has been. Today is this, tomorrow will bring reality where he has to fix the shit he broke. ]

[ ooc: Toby's mun and I agreed to do do this together!

Also, references: Toby, Tony. ]

Re: Joint Post: Toby & Tony

[sonicosuper]

*It is a COMPLETE ACCIDENT AND COINCIDENCE that Sonico happened to be passing by the stage during the time that Tony and Toby were on the stage. But somehow she had been distracted for a moment from what she was doing.

What...what is this? These men and their muscles...all soaked. Sonico flushes and wonders if Terrance knows what his boss does in his spare time. She doesn't know who that other guy is, but he's not unpleasant to look at, that's for sure.

She flushes some more but then firmly shakes her head and continues on her way past the stage*

Joint Post: Toby & Tony

[highprices]

[Crystal isn't expecting a team performance and she finds herself laughing at the differences between the pair. She likes Toby's muscles but she loves Tony's flair. They make a good team.

She'll give Toby an 8.5 and she'll give Tony a 9.5.]

[enchantressofore]

[ They both get 8s from Adela. She really doesn't want to watch anymore. It honestly is too much for her.

She kind of wants to duck out, but that's not fair to the rest of the participants is it...? ]

[justicereigns]

[And.... whatever.]

[Smoker just stalks out, STILL WEARING HIS JITTE, MIND YOU.]

[Flexes and shows off the muscles. On both sides. Because if you're going to work out that damn much, might as well flaunt it. And then he just takes off the wet t-shirt, because it's in his way, okay. Also, please note the sheer stubbornness of a man still smoking cigars in sprinklers. It's clearly the most important part.]

[He also shakes out the wet hair like a dog.]

[.... Does that count?]

[He's done now >:|]

[highprices]

[Everything is going well until he shakes out his wet hair. Crystal finds it cute but it doesn't really match the rest of his performance.

She'll give him a 9.]

[enchantressofore]

[ ...

Why is it easier to watch Smoker??

S H R U G. Maybe it's because she's used to it so she doesn't see it as blatantly sexual? Who knows.

Adela does hold up a sign for Smoker though, a 9. ]

[orangeoutlaw]

[walks onto stage to the beat of the song wearing a white t-shirt and his usual board shorts. He is hatless and barefoot.

At roof on fire he shoots finger guns of flames into the air before moving to the song, writhing almost like a snake and keeps a eye on the judges as he lifts his hands and slides them down his chest as he moves as if making love to the air, he bends hands on his knees and flicks his tongue out them with a wink

before rising again, flicking his hair back under the water, letting his head fall back and gasping as the water hits his face and slides over him. His hands roam over himself as he pulls his hands down and then back up, under his shirt exposing his stomach and chest and the other hooking in his belt as he braces his legs and moves his hips.

He drags his other hand up and puts the beads in his mouth, sucking on them as he looks at the judges again, gaze flicking to Smoker before back to them and winking--

before backflipping and pivoting his back to them and writhing again, hands around himself and pulling up his shirt as if he's going to take it off before bracing his legs, leaning all the way back and looking at them as best he could, curling his tongue around his beads.

Do you love him yet?]

[enchantressofore]

[ Ace.

You are going to be the death of her.

Her whimper probably isn't even audible over all the other noise going on, but her palm clapping against her face probably is.

SHE SHOULD BE USED TO HIS DAMN ANTICS BY NOW.

She wonders what would happen if she gave him a one...

...

No, it's tempting but she won't. She'll put up a 9 for Ace. She'll regret giving him that score if she finds out it's his fault she's a judge for this stupid contest though. ]

[highprices]

[That is quite the display and Crystal can't help but enjoy it.

She'll give him a 9.]

[justicereigns]

[Smoker really wasn't fazed by any of the other men but Ace... why you do this.]

[So he just practices extra hard, looking stoic.]

[UNAFFECTED.]

[Leaning his back to the wall.]

[Enjoying the view.]

[On the bright side, this is a THOUSAND times less embarrassing than judging.]

[So.]

[....]

[Man if he could ask Kuzan to lend him some ice right about now he would be so very tempted.]

[But the he'd have to explain why.]

[He'll just... practice the stoicism. And deal with the problems later.]

[Yup.]

[Can do.]

[Mm-hm.]

[He hates you and he's going to break your face by the way.]

[JUST SO YOU KNOW.]

[And he glances over to Adela, because down boy. Poor Adela.]

[He hears that whine, and just closes his eyes. GURL HE KNOWS YOUR PAIN. And can only recommend sucking on candy sticks. You'll snap them at times like this, but worth it.]

THE VERDICT

[enchantressofore]

[ Adela really wishes she was anywhere but here.

She's red-faced, clearing her throat as she holds the microphone and the paper with the results. She'll glance to where she can see Smoker walking off, wanting to shrink more in her seat. ]

U-Uhm... We have the results for the Men's Wet T-Shirt contest ready, so I will begin.

In third place, we have Tony Stark.

In second place, we have Smoker.

And taking first place, we have Ace D. Portgas, who will be awarded this mask along with coupons to use for the rest of the festival's duration. Congratulations.

[ She's trying to hide her face a little more as she holds the mask up for everyone to see before making to hand it off to Ace. Thank Nehra the harrowing experience is almost over. ]

[orangeoutlaw]

[no shit! He won? Ace comes up to the judges stand, taking off the stupid shirt and tossing it in the trash before shaking the water out of his hair and grinning at Adela]

Thanks!

[bow]

I'm surprised you came to watch. You perv. [all the teasing]