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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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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.

[nozart]

[ Drink it in, Sherlock. Drink in... The Skin. ]

I'm not an actor, Herr Holmes. [ This, still in a falsetto. ] Maybe you should convince me to be more ladylike by acting more like a gentleman!

[ Here, Mozart is throwing down the metaphorical gauntlet. He knows it, too, judging by the impish grin on his face. ]

You haven't even brought me coffee or cake. How absolutely boorish of you.

[ Is he using Sherlock like a convenient busboy... Mozart truly is the worst. ]

1/2

[revelare]

[Showing your ankle is lewd, please drop your hem?? Needless to say, Sherlock retains his unimpressed and long-suffering look. Working under a disguise is fun. It involved a level of improvisational intelligence to trick the audience into thinking you're the illusion you're casting. But he always worked alone in costume. So what if he's feeling a little controlling over this ""case's"" success?

With a huff he rests his cheek on a fist, looking like a sullen child.]

Very well.

[revelare]

[It's difficult to say how the change occurred. A straightening of the posture - the softening of the hard gleam in his eyes - there's subtle hints foretelling the transformation but the actual moment where Sherlock Holmes ceased to be the detective can't be pinpointed. Without any trace of his earlier irritation, he warmly smiles and takes "Angelina's" gloved hand.]

I beg for your forgiveness, dear Angelina. My temper is poor on the waves, for the ship's rocking riles my stomach. It doesn't excuse my brutish treatment of you, goodness no! I shall make it up to you, beloved.

[So saying, he'll bring up that hand to kiss it.

FUCK YOU. HE'S GOING TO OUTPERFORM YOU.]

1/2...

[nozart]

[ Jesus Christ.

On one hand, Mozart is well aware that Chaldea's premiere consulting detective is incredibly committed to the details of his work. Give him a disguise, and Sherlock will assume it with all the grace of a man who's studied his whole life being someone else— and, in a way, maybe he has.

On the other, really? Really? Is Sherlock willing to take this so far???? Did Mozart really just feel lips along his gloved knuckles??? What the fuck??? ]

[nozart]

[ Well. The game's on. ]

—Oh my! Forgive me, darling Sherlock. I'd no idea you were suffering so!

[ Mozart's inner mantra: "don't laugh. don't fuck it up." ]

Now, come sit next to me. Let me pat that stomach of yours better.

[ please say no. please say no, ]

[revelare]

[Holy fuck?

The edge of Sherlock's mouth twitches. For a moment, it looks as though he'll laugh but he presses his lips down very tightly, forcing it into a polite smile.]

I haven't heard of this remedy for nausea. Good heavens, Angelina, could it be that you see me as a dog?

[He's not going to break character. Mozart is. Sherlock is going to win.]

Would you like me to fetch you a "bone?"

[HE'S COMING FOR YOU, PAL]

[nozart]

[ why is he friends with you again????????

Mozart delicately, delicately hides a snort under his sleeve. Feigns it as a half-giggle of... what, delight? That'll do. ]

Sherlock! I should wash that mouth of yours out with soap.

[ Eat his entire ass, nasty lawboy. ]

But now I'm curious. Do tell me, what kind of bone?

[ And here, he literally emulates the 'chinhands' pose. Fill him in, detective?? ]

[revelare]

[Because no one else will put up with Mozart like this?? Please. Pleased that he's created a crack in Mozart's composure, he leans back and folds his hands in his lap. Holmes looks as smug as a cat.]

How can I share my thoughts when you look so eager? It's as if you expect me to be as filthy as you.