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[formidable]

Premise Okeanos has been conquered a long while ago and yet there is yet ANOTHER observed irregularity in the middle of the ocean. The waters are eerily calm, the sky is clear with only a few white clouds dotting the sky. There is no land in sight. What is there instead, but a titan of a cruise ship full of luxuries such as fully furnished bedrooms, an indoor waterpark, an equipped gym for exercise and sports, an industrial kitchen with a stocked cabinet of food supplies, a ballroom, a mini-golf course, bowling... And more! The Servants of Chaldea aren't slackers by any means, but a little more fun can't hurt, right? But maybe this time around, things won't be as straightforward as it seems... "Chaldea Phantasm" is an open sandbox RP post for players to roleplay in the setting based on the mobile game, Fate Grand Order and the Fate franchise. You can play out scenarios between Master and Servant(s), Servants fighting each other, monsters, material/event grinding, AUs, etc. This post will have actual prompts that can be used at your leisure! Otherwise, feel free to write up your own scenario. A) Waku Waku Splash! A certain child king has brought it upon himself to deck out the indoor swimming pool with his own personal touches so everyone can have an exciting and enjoyable experience. There's a current pool, a wave pool, a HUGE water slide, and even pools for diving and racing. You know what this means! Swimsuits! There are rules in place to keep the peace and one of them is of particular note. "Troublemakers will be banned from Waku Waku if they are caught misbehaving, disturbing and/or be harassing our female guests. The following guests have been banned:" Archer (Gilgamesh - Adult) Archer (David) Saber (Gawain) Saber (Fergus mac Róic) Lancer (Fionn mac Cumhaill) Lancer (Cu Chulainn) Lancer (Leonidas) Berserker (Spartacus) Caster (Merlin) Caster (Mozart) Rider (Blackbeard) "Thank you and have a nice day. If you have questions for the management and want to protest your ban please talk to Heracles." Honestly, it really is up to you whether you take this ban list seriously or not... B) Fate/Grand Blue This is your more general SOL prompt. Have a walk around the beautiful cruise ship. Enjoy the blue sky! Maybe do some fishing. Raid the fridge or wait until the Kitchen Moms of Chaldea create a fantastic spread for everyone. Reenact that scene from the Titanic (except the boat sinking part). There's a karaoke machine in one of the lounges that might be fun to do! C) A Study in Ocean Blue SPECIAL EVENT A body has been found in the ballroom! The poor deceased man looks as if he was the captain of the ship. There may be several clues littered around the ballroom and into the captain's quarters that may lead to an answer! Or not? Make sure the body doesn't disappear and don't run into ghosts on the bottom floors of the ship if you try to solve this mystery! (For this prompt, feel free to write the mystery any way you want! Comedy option is that the body disappears, serious option, it was ghosts.) E) Fatal Battle!? Something sinister and monstrous this way comes. The more keen-eyed and alert Servants may have noticed a presence that has marked this oceanic singularity as a threat and it comes in the form of a titanic Water Dragon. The cruise ship trembles as the beast approaches, angry that its territory has been invaded. Hopefully, our more skilled Riders will take the wheel and navigate around it safely, but it's up to you to subdue the dragon and try not to get swallowed whole, there's a whole other level inside and maybe valuable mats and a Grail!?. Good luck with your Boss Battle! Basic Guidlines ➢ In the subject line or in your opening thread, please say if you're opting in or out for spoilers! ➢ If you have a fanmade Servant, please try to link to information or have a quick summary of your character! Likewise with cross-canon characters with a Fate/AU. ➢ Be kind and courteous to one another about spoilers, please! ➢ If stuff gets mildly NSFW or something just mark your threads and we'll be good to go! ➢ A high seas adventure...?

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wolfgang "banned for life" amadeus "please perish" mozart | spoilers A-OK!

[nozart]

A: WAKU WAKU FUCK U

[ Hey, ban list? This is what Mozart thinks of you???

That said, after some expert finagling courtesy of a certain Consulting Detective, Mozart is here in Waterworld, strolling around as if he owns the place (he's a genius and God loves him, suckas). He hasn't even bothered to wear a swimsuit, but he's barefoot with his pants rolled up to his knees. Very tame, very appropriate. See? He hasn't done a single wrong thing in his entire life, whyever would he be banned from any establishment???

He's also pilfered an ukelele from... somewhere. Ask him to play you a tune, and he will— as long as you don't call him out for ban evasion. ]

B: FATE/BAR MUSIC

[ After a grueling time playing cat-and-mouse, Mozart's settled down and taken to being the piano man in the ship's rather moody bar. Garbage man by day, god-given talent by night.

Depending on what song he's playing, you might suddenly feel a very strong inclination to dance... or cry... or do a round of shots. Is he using magic as he's playing?? Or is it just that he's that good??

Ask him about it, or tell him to stop playing the piano version of "Never Gonna Give You Up". He's been playing arrangements of it for the past 20 minutes, depending on when you've stumbled in. ]

WILDCARD.

[ my favorite option: make shit up!!!!!!! hmu and i'll roll with whatever. ♥ ]

remember you asked for this

[revelare]

[Sherlock Holmes is aggressively a bachelor. Romance, being applied to him? Disgusting. If he were infatuated with someone, how could he competently tackle his precious mysteries? Acquaintances, he'll gladly take. Friends - or rather, those few who can tolerate all of his eccentricities without judgement - he's more than happy to hoard. But lovers? Ew.

Which is why it's extremely unusual to see him walk aboard the ship, arm in arm with a young woman. There's not much warmth to his introductions. Yes, this is his "friend." Yes, he invited her to this cruise.

Eventually, the strange pair wind up in a relatively empty dining room, whereupon Sherlock turns to his apparent beau and says:]

Good grief, are you even trying?

dont lay the blame for this on me........

[nozart]

[ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, loved by God and blessed with a face that's suited for makeup. Slim and trim and entirely too pleased with himself ("ah, amazing!! i'm such a genius that i even look good in a dress!"), he's spent the greater portion of the past 30 minutes consistently badgering his poor accomplice for compliments.

Now that they're relatively isolated in the dining room, though? Here's "Angelina Zarmot" (he didn't try), definitely manspreading in 'her' seat. ]

Hmm? What do you mean? I'm precious!

[ god just kill him ]

you were too excited to rp mozart manspreading in drag

[revelare]

[How the Divine Providence doles out its blessings is beyond Sherlock. The mechanisms of the heavens are not his to ponder, even as he admires their output. Yet, he thinks it must be a blueprint inscribed in the very book of God Himself. Genius must be leveled with eccentricities. In Mozart's case, he had the heart of a demon and the face of an absolute angel.

Sherlock wouldn't care one way or another, but it irks him when they're technically working. He taps his fingers together in his trademark triangle and firmly delivers a kick below "Angelina's" knee.]

That isn't how a lady sits.

[nozart]

[ Mozart could answer the question of Divine Providence succinctly: "God is an absolute asshole." Give a man a blessing, and he's punished twofold by a curse— take, for example, a beautiful face with a wretched heart, or a brilliant mind operating perpetually beyond the pace of the world.

Mozart hears the kick coming before it lands (a rustle of fabric, an impatient hop-skip of a heartbeat), but that doesn't stop it from hurting. His nose wrinkles. ]

Perhaps, dear [ he says, in an infuriating falsetto ], you haven't been around the fun ladies.

[ Gathering the hem of his skirt, Mozart shows... an ankle. Scandalous. ]

[revelare]

[Gasp!!!

Sherlock doesn't need to say anything. He arches an eyebrow to signify his displeasure.]

And perhaps, good madam, you've forgotten what it's like to be on the stage. Had I known you'd be flaunting your identity so shamelessly, I would have resorted to stuffing you into the suitcase.

A

[dressoteric]

[And guess who doesn't care that Mozart is a genius loved by God?

THIS GUY...GAL...PERSON.

d'Eon is just going to quietly fall in step beside him, arms primly folded across their chest.]

Well, well, well. If it isn't the queen's favorite pervert.

[nozart]

[ Ah, d'Eon... so refreshingly noble, and yet so biting. If the clipped tone bothers Mozart at all (it doesn't— in some ways, it's a reward), he doesn't show it.

Instead, he grins with the entirety of his face. Eyes narrowed, theatrically pleased. ]

'Favorite'! What a compliment. What did I do to earn that one? [ 'Pervert' is a given, so he won't even touch on that. ] You're looking quite charming, by the way.

[dressoteric]

[That insufferable grin. It's familiar, and makes d'Eon want to slug Mozart in the face. It'd be too easy, a four-star saber class against a one-star caster.

d'Eon's face twitches slightly at the compliment; it's hard to tell whether they were trying not to smile or hoping they wouldn't wind up blushing.]

Don't try to flatter me, Amadeus. And of all the people on that infamous list, you are most favored in her sight.

[nozart]

[ Of Marie's friends, d'Eon is the one that makes the most Sense. They love the same thing that Marie does (France), and they tackle their love for Queen and Country with seamless grace and sincerity. No wonder Marie thinks so highly of them.

Consequently? d'Eon is hard to tease. Mozart doesn't mind, though. ]

So you've seen the list. [ Literally everyone has, but here's Mozart smiling as if it's a surprise to him. ] I'm hoping you're not here to enforce it, Chevalier. That would be such a bore.

[ Come on, break the rules every once in a while. Spice up your life. ]

[dressoteric]

[Because Marie being friends with her own executioner is literally nutso, isn't it, Mozart.

d'Eon glances this way and that and heaves a sigh, raising a hand to their forehead. They're probably going to regret this later, and Sanson will give them an earful surely, but...]

Don't mistake me for the executioner. Milady may wish to see you, in any case.

[This is why d'Eon's alignment is True Neutral, apart from being Marie-aligned.]

double A

[painalty]

[Still dripping and seething from Robin pushing him into the pool, Sanson marches off in high dudgeon in search of a towel, grumbling darkly to himself:]

...if I find him again, I will personally throw hi -

[He at least dressed appropriately, in an open white shirt and dark gray swim trunks. Well, Marie had insisted on him and d'Eon accompanying her if Mozart was banned. (As if Mozart would allow himself to be banned for long.)

Unfortunately he hasn't learned from his encounter with Robin Hood and doesn't pay attention until he runs straight into Mozart and collides with him.]

Oof - !

[nozart]

[ Oh Sanson, ever off-kilter about something. Take a page from Mozart's book regarding the benefits of impropriety: the less social graces one has to shoulder, the lighter their footsteps become.

Speaking of light, though. Mozart collides with Sanson precisely at the moment when he's enjoying a balancing act along the edge of the nearest pool; feet bisected along slippery concrete, the musician hobbles, wobbles, wavers—

—and pitches himself sideways, right into the water. RIP.


Cue a steady stream of curses in Mozart's mother tongue. Someone cover the children's ears. ]

1/2

[painalty]

[It is only at this point that Sanson realizes that the person he bumped into was Mozart, and he hurriedly scrambles backward...leaving Mozart to topple into the pool.

Sorry bro.]

Amadeus?!

I literally woke up this morning and realized "wait would Sanson even understand"

[painalty]

[And then Mozart starts swearing up a storm. Mon Dieu, what a potty mouth. Typical. What little concern Sanson has for Mozart evaporates away.

He spreads his arms as he proceeds to lecture the poor hapless composer...without even extending a helping hand. Sanson can be Terrible.]

There are children here, have you no shame?

[Sanson had a German friend called Schmidt who he played music with, he may have learned what some of Mozart's babble means from him.]

LMFAO poor sanson learning the worst words from his tomos... save him

[nozart]

Point me in the direction of an Austrian child, and then I'll apologize!

[ He won't (he'd probably teach them the benefits of colorful insults), but that's not important. What's important is dragging himself out of the pool, which he manages with Some Difficulty— long limbs bogged down by layers of fabric, Mozart looks like a black-and-purple swamp monster. ]

I'd think you're the one that owes me an apology! [ Petty Dot Com ]

HE MAY BE EVIL BUT AT LEAST HE HAS STANDARDS!!!

[painalty]

[Sanson mentally goes over the list of children he found at Waku Waku. Oh well, Mozart did have a point, but what if some of them had been learning Mozart's mother tongue?

Finally Sanson relents and extends a hand with a huff. He's not exactly thrilled, but at least he has a heart in there somewhere.]

Fine! I'm sorry. But you shouldn't even be here!

B ---- slides into senpai's arms

[abgrund]

[ The bar is, contrary to appearances, not empty. A Servant lurks in the far end of the bar, sitting at a table with a book and some slips of paper sprawled over its mirrored surface. Both are black - and combined with his general appearance, it makes for an excellent disguise in the dimness of the room itself.

Eventually, the Foreigner rises from his seat. Though, it would be more accurate to say that he floated up; tendrils of his hair pushing the chair back before curling back to their usual position.

He stops a distance away from the lounge piano, singular eye peering curiously at Mozart and the music he spins from his fingers. For now, there is a docile silence coming from him, calmly observant.

Not everyone wants to come close to an abomination, that he knows. ]

THERE'S MY BEAUTIFUL KOHAI!!!

[nozart]

[ Ah, the quiet ones. Mozart, with god-given hearing and a penchant for eavesdropping, has been listening to the void heart of the Foreigner for a few minutes now; a slow, funereal tempo that he slows his fingers to match.

He segues from an upbeat waltz into something more subdued, gentle and melancholy for the sake of his new audience. Music is meant to enrich, and he fancies that his guest isn't looking to dance.

Abomination is subjective, anyway. All he does is smile. ]

Care to request a tune? Come, it won't kill you.

SENPAIII I love how you can just pull up a Mozart piano for every occasion

[abgrund]

[ The Master had given him a cloak to wear over his distorted form, as well as the advice that 'YOU DON'T JUST GO UP TO PEOPLE AND ASK THEM IF THEY WANT TO BE REAPED, YOU SILLY SERVANT' - both things that he takes to heart. Or he would, if he had one.

In place of flesh and blood, there is merely a hole in his chest where his heart should be. In its center is an eye, pulsing and blinking in time with the rhythm that Mozart scatters into the air. One beat for four bars, perhaps enough to convey his acknowledgement and appreciation of the Caster's presence.

He blinks at Mozart's words, expression shifting from blank to one tinged slightly thoughtful. ]

I know nothing of this.

[ Of... any of this. Music, the strains woven by mere vibrations in the air. Had he been summoned from an earlier point in time, he might have been able to appreciate it more - but the ability to grasp its finesse has been since lost to him.

His voice is deep, much deeper than his face might suggest - but then again, Foreigners are timeless. They merely inhabit a vessel. ]

Whatever you wish to play...

please... i'm just a nerd, and i love your boy already... cherish him

[nozart]

[ Oh, this is familiar— Mozart danced with the devil in the last few years of his life, and if the Foreigner were a little less polite, Mozart might have been reminded of Goetia's Pillar, Amdusias.

He laughs to himself, soft and under his breath, before he shifts the tune again. This time, the melody isn't a preestablished piece; it's an original, improvised to match the melancholy of his new audience member's rational approach to music. ]

Nothing? What a heartbreaker! Here, sit down. Right here, if you'd please.

[ Continuing the melody with one hand, he shifts and pats the space beside him on the piano bench. Insistently. ]

Come on, don't be shy.

a

[lastmaster]

[ well since you're not wearing a swimsuit now you kinda stand out Mozart. Ritsuka strolls by with his giant penguin floaty, clearly noticing who you are.

but rather than call Mozart out immediately, he kinda just stops and looks at the ukelele and then at Mozart with expectant eyes ]

[nozart]

[ A PENGUIN FLOATY... how cute. This is why Mozart is endeared to you, Ritsuka!!!!

Completely unfazed by the fact that he shouldn't be here, the musician waves at his Master and strums an upbeat melody on his little ukulele. "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", which he learned by borrowing Andersen's tablet.

All smiles, he gestures for Ritsuka to come closer— won't you have a little fun with him??? ]

[lastmaster]

[ we can ride the floaty together later! it's big enough... probably.

lured in by the music, Ritsuka returns the wave and smiles as he trots over to Mozart ] I didn't know you knew that song. It's from Wizard of Oz, right?

[nozart]

[ Ah, he's not being yelled at, which means that he can just play it casual for the rest of his time here. Ritsuka's word is law, after all.

Long fingers keep on playing the soft tune, even as Mozart converses. As a musical genius, multitasking comes easily to him. ]

I picked up a thing or two from the resources in Chaldea. I wouldn't know about where the tune originates from, though!

[ Predictably, he's more committed to music than film. ]

Something near and dear to your heart, Master?