the very first.

[oflove]

You all look stunning.

[ A great feast is being held for all of you. ALL OF YOU when you come down from your little area in Olympus to see the most amazing layout of food in your entire lives. The Goddess of Love herself looks around you with intrigue. ]

Well, enjoy yourselves. And if you get along well... maybe fate had it in store for you?

[ ooc; OPENING PARTY POST, with a trick. Optionally, you might feel a pinprick of 'wow... that person looks amazing' before shaking it off. A little love at first sight that fades away in two seconds, leaving your character back to normal. Aphrodite can't help but have a little fun at your expense. With that out of the way! Party! Freak out! You're gods now! ]

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[noisyclockhands]

[ And Oz is somewhere between noticing how she reacts and not being able to pay enough attention to it; he presses on but not necessarily forward, there is no body contatc he's going for. ]

That doesn't look like something you'd learn here [ wayyyy to go cpt. obvious ]

[castofthought]

[ her mouth opens as if to speak- thoughts rush through her mind- and then she replies. ] Aa. [ and then a small smile. everything is subtle with her. ] It's...nothing special.

[ obligatory statement that naturally waves away the positive. but to her it really isn't. all she knows how to do so far is fly with a broom stick. hardly a 'witch'. ]

[noisyclockhands]

No-- [ And that is said with ~feelings~ with the enthusiasm that seems to be so much part of Oz today. He'll touch the broom handle { and here's to hoping that nothing bad will come from this} and just. continue to be starry-eyed. ]

That doesn't look like nothing to me at all. You're doing this so easily too!

[ and Oz will not let her- wave away the positive about this, that is. Just ask his sister, being a witch has...a lot to do with mentality. ] I knew this place would be interesting!

[castofthought]

[ become what scarcely qualifies as a witch is actually one of her more useful effects. really. one of her abilities is to turn into...a head. only a head. another is to become a traffic light. she wonders if he'd be impressed with those as well.

she eyes his hand, as if the broom is a part of her that he feels. still, she doesn't back away; perhaps its a sort of pride keeping her still. she can't back away from everything during this banquet. ] It's normal for me.

Like your sparkles.

[noisyclockhands]

[ Oz might be a bit -- confused and dubious about these but it's certainly one of his easier exercises to find enthusiasm where others see no reason for it. ]

Ahahaha but they weren't normal for me before [ The hand kind of stays {sorry, he likes to be stupid at impractical times} but his --glow softens down. ] At least I don't think I could do this before.