The Flox Clubhouse [formal]

[Akami-chan]

"Icebreaker"

-----Well you've got another perfectly civil butterfloc here, suga'~ Sugar called out again, not fazed in the slightest that she was ignored (she was really determined, after all). She followed right behind Castiel out into the yard. I hear the keyholder's are gonna build us a sweet playground~! she telepathed, fluttering herself right next to Castiel. Maybe they'll even build birdy houses for your lil' friend!
-----Sugar followed Castiel's gaze up to the blue, blue sky overhead. Although her wings allowed her more control in the air than other flox, she thought that it'd still be nice to actually soar through the sky like a bird. The thought of that freedom excited her, but the thought of one less root holding her to "home" was sobering to her.

[prompt + suga']

[Temperance.]

[ bio | prompt | tags; Solomon ]

❝ Please be advised, your Captain has arrived ❞

The brown butterfly Floc kept his wings tucked primly together, his appearance entirely unimpressive while they were closed, merely a nondescript brown fox-creature in his current state, it was only when his vibrant wings were opened that his true magnificence could be seen. Truthfully Killian liked it this way, it was a real-life example of the "don't judge a book by it's cover" mantra that suited him so well as a whole. He was changeable, able to adapt to any circumstance like the water, a flexible creature able to fit every mold but with no discernible shape to uniquely call his own. In short, Killian fancied himself a chameleon, an excellent creature to be if you wished to cause mischief.

Dipping his head silently in acknowledgement of the other Floc's response, Killian noted the unique cadence and faint accent of the voice in his head, as he himself replied. "Solomon...interesting name, a pleasure to meet you as well." He fell silent immediately afterwards, unsure how exactly to proceed...or if he even wanted to proceed. This fellow seemed to be far too in control of himself to present any opening for Killian to mess with his head or turn the exchange into a moderately interesting one. All the same he didn't fancy throwing himself out into the throngs of Floc that were sure to be arriving soon, and sitting in silence seemed a better alternative to that. Still, Killian was not known for being a peaceful soul, and after a few more moments of silence he was unable to bear it any longer.

"So...what's your story? How did you come to have a keyholder?" Killian asked, curious enough for it to be a viable question, and feeling that it might even end up being moderately interesting. He didn't often see vampire Floc out and about, and the few times he had seen them they had always kept to themselves and typically emphasized the utter inferiority of those whose keys were held by another. Though naturally Killian had not had ample opportunity to explore enough of the world for him to make any sort of reliable judgement on the matter, he still couldn't help but feel that vampire Floc with keyholders had to be fairly rare.

[kivr & fireflii]

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“Why you little…!”

Bice tilted his head toward the voice with a shark-like grin as the “fingers” on his wings gripped the air in excitement. Towering over him was his owner—really more of a friend and a savior—glaring down at him with disapproval all across her face. If he could, he would probably (delicately) smear some of the lovely ink dripping off his paws. But it was less the ink and more the shredded pieces of paper sticking between his toes that she was annoyed about. All around him, small shreds of what was once the sign in book flittered to the polished floor. Bice knew he was guilty, and so did his keyholder, but he gave a wide, happy grin nonetheless. He knew he wouldn’t get much of a punishment (“It’s called positive reinforcement. It’s the method I use to teach Enzo.”), and it wasn’t like he was hurting anyone.

Fireflii grumbled, and her eyebrows and lips were still angled in an upset manner (he’s learned a lot since coming to Earth). Bice waited patiently. He could be very patient when the times called for it. Eventually, a breathy sigh escaped her lips, and Bice’s tail swished. Another deed well done! He was careful to listen to her words, though. He didn’t think he could get away with it tomorrow. “Don’t do it again." And that was that.

After replacing the sign in book with a new, clean, empty book—it’s almost as if she knew he would rip it up!—she left. The two had already been through a lengthy talk on the way to the clubhouse. Behave. Be good. Be nice. Don’t break anything. She hadn’t said, “Don’t rip anything.” Bice took it upon himself to teach her, too. He got away with it once—just learning on the job—but it wouldn’t work tomorrow. He would have to think of some good loopholes before then, but for now…

Bice turned to the big, red door. FLOX ONLY! A smirk wound its way on his face. No keyholders, aye? Excellent! Bice excitedly thrust his body into the door until it slammed against the wall on the other side. Who knew what things could be in there?! He had waited and waited and waited until the clubhouse was open. It had been torture to wait outside while Fireflii and her friend built the place. It wasn’t even done yet, but that was okay. From his spot in the hall, he could already see a bright lit room just across the hallway. A blue wall adorned with pink and blue lights filled his vision. From within, he could hear a soft voice.

Without a thought, Bice skidded inside, his claws scraping the tile (but unfortunately not leaving any scratch marks). Once inside, the rest of the room became clear. Pink and blue walls, pink and blue lights. Pink and blue blocks. Pink and blue puzzle pieces. It wasn’t very original to say the least. But in the middle of the room he spied two flox. One was buried under copious amounts of building blocks. All there was to be seen was some sharp horns, the tip of a white mask, and… the large fluff of fur sticking out the side. Just nearby a colorful floc donning a small bowtie curled in the air. He seemed scared, and Bice briefly wondered if it was because of the other floc.

Maybe the rainbow floc saw the hiding floc, but he was sure neither saw him (ignoring his loud entrance)! He quickly jumped to their side, skull-decorated tie swinging about his neck, and swiftly stepped on the black fur protruding from the blocks. It wouldn’t hurt, no, but it would surprise them! At the very least, a little shock wouldn’t hurt! Just a little, itty bitty one! With all that fur, he might almost guess it’s not even noticeable (but it’s fun for him).

“Hello, friends!” He loudly claimed from the depths of his mind.

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⇝ Shinigami, Massak
⇝ Game room

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tagged - shinigami && bice
location - game room
feeling - scared
crush - nope

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-------massak jumped with fear, again may i add, as he heard another hello come from his side. seeing the flox, who looked very different from massak. as his breath hitched, we watched the two floc in front of him. both seemed evil and massak, well he felt out of place from the two of them. massak felt so incredibly weak compared to the other two floc, one who had large blue aura like wings. the other with dark fur and skulls, not forgetting to mention the plague mask. he wondered if the two flox would become good friend or not. then the idea popped in his head, what if these flox were looking for someone to talk to? he didn't want to be rude and just act scared and frightened around them. i mean massak wouldn't feel the best if someone was scared to look at him. also the fact that he was crouching with blocks surrounding him after he broke the structure was making him embarrassed.
-------sitting down he wrapped his tail around his feet and looked down at his bow that was crumpled and becoming loose. sighing he used his paw to fix the bow and felt it pull at his skin as he tugged at it. yes the bow was a part of him and was connected to his flesh, how we that was always a mystery to him. massak have never figured out how he hand obtained this bow, but it was always on him. even below his keyhole he had ribbons put in his skin, he was always curious because he never remembered someone threading in his belly. massak wondering sometimes if he was in pain when it happened and that he was tankful that he didn't remember it so he didn't have to relive the pain. fixing his hair quickly as a way to waste time before he would have to converse with the other flox. patting it down once more he decided he would finally start chatting with them.
-------"hello!" he said tranquilly as he forced himself to look at the flox face's. that wasn't the case though, his irish accent was deep and that often happened when massak was scared of something. massak hated this because then people could tell if he was scared. also the fact that he had an accent, it was pretty amusing to see how self-self-conscious he was about it. was he afraid of something? yes he was, these flox that stood right in front of him, but he didn't want to be rude. "i like your bow tie" massak added as he looked at the skull bow tie. massak looked back and forth at the floc with the plague mask and the other with the tie waiting to hear their names.

[rem sleep]

" Welcome to the Clubhouse! "

Shinigami
| Plague | Male [ ? ] | Intrigued / Upset | Bio | | Tagged ;; Massak, Bice |
Shin had honestly began spacing out, after all there wasn't much to do but hide in his fortress of blocks. He hadn't even noticed the other floc enter until a rough bump, crash and tumbling of blocks snapped him back to reality. The other floc, a modest bow tie covered in a delicate variety of paint-esque markings strewn about his small frame- seemed rather upset by something, though for the life of him Shinigami couldn't comprehend what that was. As per the norm he played the lovable odd-floc, sitting upright and rubbing the back of his head in a cartoon-esque fashion. He didn't utter a word telepathically, however he simply referred with one paw to his name tag, which read "Shinigami" in jutted, rugged text. Shinigami suddenly jolted when he felt a heavy pressure lurch onto his tail, to which he promptly recoiled, further spilling the heap of disheveled blocks onto to floor. Shinigami distanced himself from the larger floc to enter the room, one who's aura he identified as Awakened. He'd never been in the presence of an Awakened floc prior to this- and quite honestly he was rather insulted at his behavior. Shin was tempted to snarl or issue some sort of verbal assault- however keeping to his typical restraint he didn't say a thing, simply glanced back over at the other flox, tilting his head slightly to showcase his confusion. After a moment of relative silence he slinked closer to the pair, having regained his composure. He took a seat, gingerly wrapping his tail around to his front, to keep an eye on it and make sure no one else would carelessly trample it. Shin made another effort to gesture to his name tag, though it wasn't there any longer- he seemed rather flustered and upset by this, and instantaneously began rummaging through the boxes with a panicked look about him. It was pretty obvious by now that the plague had something against telepathic communication- so the name tag was essentially his only lifeline to a civil discussion. He desperately pawed through the blocks, hoping to find it tucked somewhere beneath and still in tact.

Castiel
| Bow Tie | Male | Flustered | Bio | | Tagged ;; Sugar |
Castiel probably hadn't noticed her earlier due to his irritation- but for whatever reason it hadn't occurred to him that there was another floc in his presence. " Oh, uhm… Hello there. " He felt, in truth, rather guilty that he'd ignored her earlier- he must've missed her by some flaw of his own. Perhaps he was blinded by his temperamental scorn at the time. Cas glanced at the bird, now seated before him. It's small white feathers laced together elegantly to form a set of long, dove's wings. A small black beak accented it's face, along with a set of small azure blue eyes. " His name's Donovan. " Caspian telepathed to the other floc meekly, " And mine's Casitel. Might I ask your name? " Castiel hoped that he could potentially make it up to this strange butterfly, after all his actions earlier were rather uncouth of him, and any self-respecting gentlemen wouldn't be comfortable simply leaving things off on such a sour note. He was determined to be more civil to this butterfly- perhaps leave her with a good lasting impression. Perhaps this first impression gig isn't as easy as I thought... He thought to himself idly.

Solomon
| Vampire | Male | Calm | Bio | | Tagged ;; Killain |
He'd been watching the butterfly since he'd entered the room. His posture was oddly modest for one of his kind, generally they splayed their wings and flaunted them like trophies- but not this one. Killian kept his wings folded at his sides and hidden from prying eyes- an odd sight indeed. It'd almost be akin to a vampiric floc hiding their fangs, or a magician floc without their wand. Needless to say it was odd. Though Solomon assumed the butterfly had his reasons. Admittedly he was curious, however it wasn't a question you'd ask aloud so much as a rhetorical question one might entertain in their mind awhile before dismissing it as silly or intrusive. He figured that one way or another he may learn, dependent upon his relations with this butterfly.

He didn't mind the silence when it fell, after all he'd come to this room for his own pristine solitude, at least for a little while. To the best of his knowledge this was the quietest and most recluse hideaway for flox looking for downtime or a nap. While Solomon had no intention of sleeping any time soon, he surely enjoyed the bit of solace it gave him. His key holder had dismissed him here to make friends- however it felt ever so much better to be tucked away in a uniform room drowning in a sea of his own thoughts. He surely had a lot to think about, that is, after he came into contact with the game. Thoughts of it fluttered in and out of his mind, only to be interrupted by the baritone voice of Killian reverberating inside his head.

" Well, if you'd really care to know... " Solomon took a light breath, seating himself more upright in his chair before continuing his tale. " I wasn't a full-blooded vampire floc, though I can't remember any time I was mortal. I was, at one point, turned. At at that point I lost any memory I had of, well, anything. " He shrugged nonchalantly, like this was simply common knowledge and certainly nothing worth telling a story about. " I had two dear friends, Darius and Infinity, who helped me get on my feet and showed me the ropes. We lived on the streets, stealing what we could to get by. It was a rough and rumble existence, one that we quickly grew tired of. By now I assume you're wondering where my key holder comes in. " He flashed a small, fanged smirk Killian's way. " Well, my friend Infinity grew sick of the street life- he wanted to settle down and find a solid home, a place where we belonged. Darius agreed with him- and at the time it sounded like a better idea then carrying on the way we had been. I wasn't honestly expecting to find someone to care for me- I wanted to prove them wrong at first, that there wasn't anyone who'd take a beast like me in. " He couldn't help but smile a bit, thinking of his first encounter with the odd holder known as Troll. " But I encountered something I never expected. A wonderful person by the name of Trollish came and was determined, for lack of a better word, to take me in and cherish me- which brings me to my current status. " He paused a moment, allowing silence to fall between the pair again before adding on, " What about you then, Killian? "

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〘〘Gender〙〙 female
〘〘Tagged〙〙 Castiel; Suga' (Sugar)
〘〘Location〙〙 The Playground/Yard
〘〘Feeling〙〙 Anticipatory

{{Biography}}

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Prompt: "Today is the opening
day for The Flox Clubhouse!
The keyholders have worked
hard to put together a place for
their flox to meet. They're not
allowed in except to finish
construction, but already
keyholders are bringing their
flox to play. Today is the
icebreaker! Meet new friends
and have fun!"

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Agatha;; Flower Crown Floc

Agatha and her Keyholder walked into the room labeled "Drop-Off" with a rather conspicuous banner scrawled hastily with blue and magenta paint on the outside. Agatha straightened her flower crown once she was inside and pulled out the map she had received in the mail from her Keyholder's pocket. Shoving things into pockets was a habit she had picked up after once donning a pair of overalls her Keyholder had sewn for her to work in the garden with. She began scrutinizing it for all of the rooms that she would like to visit, sooner or later, scratched through them with her horn and placed the map back into Fox's pocket. She hastily slapped a stamp on the sign-in book, and turned around to face her keyholder.

Now, don't you get into any trouble while I'm off exploring, okay, Vulpi?
"It's not me getting in trouble, my dear Princess, that you should be worried about."
Agatha gave her a hug and then hovered off through the red door, shutting it behind her with a friendly wink to her Keyholder.

Now... She was in. What sort of shenanigans would be in stock for her? She meandered through the hall, making note of the other rooms. The door to the Game Room was slightly ajar and the tensions were high inside. A Corrupt Awakened Floc's aura grew brighter by the minute, so a scuffle was about to happen, if the situation wasn't diffused shortly. It's not my place, it's not my place... Agatha had to keep reminding herself not to interfere due to a recent situation with Xochipilli. He was the troublemaker, and only rightfully so. He was an aspiring corrupt, after all.

She passed by the Lounge Room and noticed a Vampire floc and a Butterfly floc, both in a slight discussion. Both of them were prim... wait, was that Solomon? She peeked in and confirmed that it was him. She produced a piece of extra-long monkey grass and tied it around her wrist as a string reminder to come back and visit that room, if they were still in there later. She read the sign above the door at the end of the hallway, "To The Greenhouse and Playground", which radiated red light, as it was as a cut-out hung precariously from the EXIT sign.

She pushed the door open carefully and peered around the door. To her pleasure and surprise, she noticed yet more flox out on the lawn. She hovered over to the butterfly and ribbon floc and called out telepathically to them. HEY, GUYS! Surely they wouldn't say no to another floc coming into their conversation. She lashed her tail in excitement and made her way over eagerly, wishing to make some new friends. Ooh, just wait until FANBOY hears about what he's missing out on... I think this is the corrupt bowtie guy he was buzzing about the other day.

[Kirbylover901]

Info
Name~ Sirius
Gender~ Male
Type~ Sparkle
Alliance~ Virtuous
In~ The Lounge Room

Currently Actions
Mood~ Slightly Nervous, Curious
Currently~ Breaking the Ice
Tagged~ Solomon, Killian
Bio
Prompt

Let the Case 153- Breaking the Ice- Begin!

As soon as Sirius entered the building, he could tell there was something worthwhile inside. With glowing pink and teal lights that looked a bit like Foxfire, an almost glassy floor that shone like a mirror- wait, a mirror? Stopping abruptly, Sirius looked at the floor tiles in a mix of fear and intrigue. His Keyholder frowned, pointing to a book labeled with paw prints.
"It looks like you should sign in over there." She said, looking up at the other object in the room- a door, labeled with a 'Flox Only' sign- with a frown. "Too bad. Looks like I can't go in." She muttered as Sirius floated over to the book.
Looks like I need my pen for this. He thought, looking at the ink with a frown. Could you bring my pen, Star? He asked his keyholder, and accepted it as she handed it to the Floc. Going over to the book, Sirius managed to scribble something one of the pages that looked like a bunch of stars instead of 'Sirius'. There we go. He thought, dipping his paw in the ink and adding his paw print just in case. Putting his pen back in his keyholder's hands, he moved towards the door, opening it curiously and entering.

Inside, Locked, Virtuous and Corrupt Flox alike mingled with one another, communicating (presumably, Sirius thought- he was unable to hear anything) in a large hallway. Two other rooms branched off of the area, one closer and one farther from the entrance. The farther one will probably be more interesting, judging by the distance. He reasoned, hurrying over, opening the door to the room and floating in.

The room held a small yet comfortable array of furniture- little chairs, decorated in the same pink and blue of the lights in the entrance, and a metallic floor contrasted by a starry wallpaper. A large bright object hung from the ceiling, giving the room a bright, friendly feel. Little noise plagued the room, giving Sirius a break from the sounds and shenanigans the hallway contained. Among the chairs and wallpaper he could see a Corrupt butterfly floc and a Locked vampire floc, both looking at each other with serious looks. Curious, Sirius floated over, although still at a distance. Hey! He called to the two, sincerely hoping he wouldn't interrupt the conversation. Making them mad wouldn't do any good, especially when he'd just arrived. Do you know if there's any mysteries around here? Or maybe a game of Clue going on?

[Akami-chan]

"Icebreaker"

-----The name's Suga', suga's. Sugar pepped to Castiel, his feathery friend, and their new companion. Nice horns you guys got! she said, reaching her tiny paws up to bop both of them on their heads. I'll probably go virtuous, what do you think? she asked, rubbing the space between her two antennas, Like, six is way too many protrusions, dontcha' think?
-----Then, after thinking, Sugar turned towards Donovan. You should go virtuous too, suga'. I don't think there's enough room on your head for four, She reached out her paw again and, observing Donovan's reaction carefully, booped his head, too, Maybe not even enough room for one...

[The Yard||prompt + Suga']

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〘〘Gender〙〙 female
〘〘Tagged〙〙 Castiel; Suga' (Sugar)
〘〘Location〙〙 The Playground/Yard
〘〘Feeling〙〙 Friendly/Peppy

{{Biography}}

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Prompt: "Today is the opening
day for The Flox Clubhouse!
The keyholders have worked
hard to put together a place for
their flox to meet. They're not
allowed in except to finish
construction, but already
keyholders are bringing their
flox to play. Today is the
icebreaker! Meet new
friends and have fun!"

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Agatha;; Flower Crown Floc

Agatha slightly winced as she was bopped on the head by her new acquaintance, "Suga'", although mostly out of reflex. She wasn't used to such actions from other flox, considering that Xochipilli was one of the few flox she had ever gotten to meet in person. Her jovial tune and emphatic and enthusiastic actions were a little infectious and she realized it was all in good sport. My name's Agatha... Princess Agatha. Although no one really calls me Princess anymore... that was awhile ago. She wagged her tail behind herself a little more easily now, getting the greetings underway.

I think you'd look lovely with either set, Sugar, but it would flatter you most to be Virtuous. She smiled at the pair of them. Sugar, those little spots on the center of your head there would be perfect for a single horn.

And what's your name, Mister Winged Bow-Tie? Are you really that famed Castiel character that Xochi was going on about a few days ago?

[kivr & fireflii]

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The resulting action of protest did nothing to dissuade Bice from his irritating actions. As the masked-floc removed his tail with an obvious affronted look on his face, Bice only grinned at him. “Sorry, friend, couldn’t resist! Won’t happen again!” And it wouldn’t. He would just find something else to do or someone else to annoy. At the rainbow floc’s brief hello, Bice’s ears perked up in interest. His inner voice sounded… different, and he asked about it, of course. “You sound different!” But then he back tracked. “Not in a bad way of course. It sounds cool! Hello! Hello? … hello? Hello??” He tried to change his own sounds, but he wasn’t sure he mimicked the accent correctly. That was okay, though, he didn’t mind (not really).

So distracted by his own attempts, he almost missed the other’s compliment. He heard the end, though, and showed off his sharp canines with an ecstatic grin (something he found himself doing very frequently, but he couldn’t help it!). His tail swished high in the air; the day was already looking to be so great! “Thanks! I like yours, too! It matches your colors!” And he really did mean it. The floc was just so… colorful! Bice was used to looking and black (his own fur), white (Silas’s fur), or shades of brown (Fireflii’s dog). It was nice for a change, and though he was covered in so many hues, the bow tie accented the completion of colors well with its nice, white color. He looked bright, cheery, and complimented on his favorite skull-decorated tie. Bice liked him already!

“My name’s Bice! What are y’all’s names?” He exclaimed as he glanced between the two. His gaze landed on the darker-colored floc as he reached up to touch his chest, however, as he did so, he started to become distressed. Bice tilted his head, and watched the scene unfold. He wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but something was worrying the other. As the floc floated lower to peer at the ground around him, shuffling blocks aside as he did so, Bice wondered if maybe he dropped something. Bice tilted his head and inquired about his actions, if only for something to break the silence. “Lost something?”

And so Bice quickly jumped into the mess, flinging pink and blue blocks left and right with both his paws and his hand-like wings. Some of them hit the wall and others were flung across the room. Some even landed on the make-shift stage. He didn’t care so much—he liked making messes so long as it didn’t hurt anyone—but he tried to avoid tossing them at his new companions (even if one… maybe… did bounce off the rainbow floc’s head). He wanted to help, though! At least this way, the pile of blocks wouldn’t be clumped together. He’d really move the blocks so they could find the lost item faster.

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⇝ prompt
⇝ 486 words
⇝ Shinigami, Massak
⇝ Game room