[It's a tough pill to swallow, to come out of the fog and be met so quickly with festivities. Normally, perhaps, it would have a bigger effect on the white witch. She can bounce back so easily from unsavory experiences. But these ones were intense, and not for the first time, she feels an intense grip of loneliness that takes her to wandering.
She's never been in Helluva Cup before, but finds herself there now. It seems a good place to sit and toil away a few hours while she tries to right herself. Upon seeing the (territorial) costumed rat guarding the treats, Belladonna can't help a small smile from finding its way onto her face.
For the next while, anyone can find her by the booth, having an apparent conversation with Bean, the Hell Rat (Bat), having pulled up a chair for an easier time. Maybe you'll actually be able to get something for yourself without getting bitten. She seems to be having a pretty distinct effect on the creature's mood. Bean even offers her one of the cookies, himself, which she accepts politely.]
Oh, thank you! How sweet. Why don't we share it?
[She breaks it in half, giving Bean back the portion that he'd been touching with his little rat hands.]
b.)
[Belladonna can also be found wandering around Penance with a small army of friendly tarantulas accompanying her. A few trail around her feet, so she's careful not to step on them, but some have found various places to perch on her person: be it in her arms, her hair, or riding on her back like a naughty little stowaway.]
Now, now, don't get too comfortable.
[She seems to be talking to the ne that looks like it's trying to turn her hair into webbing.]
I can't very well keep all of you; we'll have to find each of you a nice place of your own. [A beat.] That's very kind, but you'll find plenty of other lovely people who would just adore having you!
c.)
[It's the caramel apples that finally get her spirits up. When one gets effectively shoved into her hand by a helpful demon, she can't think of wasting it. And once Belladonna bites into that sweet-covered flesh, her mood lifts. With each bite, she feels happier, until she's back in proper Belladonna spirits, smiling and friendly.]
Have you had one of these, yet? They're delicious!
[She's happy to talk to anyone around the pumpkin patch, and anyone who seems to be debating going into the maze is of particular interest.]
Would you like to try the maze, with me? It looks like fun, doesn't it? I think it would be even more delightful with company!
d.)
[And finally, red-faced from laughing her way through the maze, Belladonna reaches the main event. Her eyes shine, and she can't help but throw herself into it. Whether she's drinking (you choose between red, blue, green, or a mixture!) or unwrapping one of the candies she likely has no idea is a drug, one thing stays the same: there's a smile on her face as she spins her way through the venue, dancing with all the revelry of a witch around a bonfire.]
Dance with me!
[She'll ask anyone, taking their hands and spinning them along with her.]
FOLLOW ME DOWN
a.)
[Belladonna isn't much of a drinker, but as the night wears on, she falls farther and farther into an inebriated stupor. This is much better than being alone with her thoughts and her doubts. She doesn't have to worry about who she's missing as long as she feels so nice. It escapes her notice when she wanders, half-stumbling, into the area of the party laced with aphrodisiacs. If she wasn't so drunk, she'd recognize the feeling: after all, she accidentally dosed herself once, in the past.
But as it is, the giddy blonde only knows that she's feeling nice. She needs nice. Nicer. Her whole body feels warm, dancing is more satisfying, she just wants to touch something, someone. If you wander close to her, even if she doesn't know you, you might find her with her hands on your waist and a wide, goofy smile on her face.]
I've never been to a party like this one, before. Isn't it such a thrill?
b.)
[Although she didn't have any of the transformation-inducing drinks, Belladonna ultimately finds that she isn't immune to the effects of the aphro as they sink deeper into her skin. It feels like her body is on fire as the desire starts to transform into a need. There's an emptiness in her, and she needs it filled.
As the traits of an omega start to overtake her, she'll find herself wandering, searching for the scent of a partner that she can't explain how she can identify. If you're an alpha, you might find yourself with a witch on your arm. Belladonna will give you a sheepish smile, her expression almost shy beneath lust-filled eyes.]
Excuse me...I feel so silly asking, but are you...are you free?
WILDCARD
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Belladonna | Which Witch? | OTA
a.)
[It's a tough pill to swallow, to come out of the fog and be met so quickly with festivities. Normally, perhaps, it would have a bigger effect on the white witch. She can bounce back so easily from unsavory experiences. But these ones were intense, and not for the first time, she feels an intense grip of loneliness that takes her to wandering.
She's never been in Helluva Cup before, but finds herself there now. It seems a good place to sit and toil away a few hours while she tries to right herself. Upon seeing the (territorial) costumed rat guarding the treats, Belladonna can't help a small smile from finding its way onto her face.
For the next while, anyone can find her by the booth, having an apparent conversation with Bean, the Hell Rat (Bat), having pulled up a chair for an easier time. Maybe you'll actually be able to get something for yourself without getting bitten. She seems to be having a pretty distinct effect on the creature's mood. Bean even offers her one of the cookies, himself, which she accepts politely.]
Oh, thank you! How sweet. Why don't we share it?
[She breaks it in half, giving Bean back the portion that he'd been touching with his little rat hands.]
b.)
[Belladonna can also be found wandering around Penance with a small army of friendly tarantulas accompanying her. A few trail around her feet, so she's careful not to step on them, but some have found various places to perch on her person: be it in her arms, her hair, or riding on her back like a naughty little stowaway.]
Now, now, don't get too comfortable.
[She seems to be talking to the ne that looks like it's trying to turn her hair into webbing.]
I can't very well keep all of you; we'll have to find each of you a nice place of your own. [A beat.] That's very kind, but you'll find plenty of other lovely people who would just adore having you!
c.)
[It's the caramel apples that finally get her spirits up. When one gets effectively shoved into her hand by a helpful demon, she can't think of wasting it. And once Belladonna bites into that sweet-covered flesh, her mood lifts. With each bite, she feels happier, until she's back in proper Belladonna spirits, smiling and friendly.]
Have you had one of these, yet? They're delicious!
[She's happy to talk to anyone around the pumpkin patch, and anyone who seems to be debating going into the maze is of particular interest.]
Would you like to try the maze, with me? It looks like fun, doesn't it? I think it would be even more delightful with company!
d.)
[And finally, red-faced from laughing her way through the maze, Belladonna reaches the main event. Her eyes shine, and she can't help but throw herself into it. Whether she's drinking (you choose between red, blue, green, or a mixture!) or unwrapping one of the candies she likely has no idea is a drug, one thing stays the same: there's a smile on her face as she spins her way through the venue, dancing with all the revelry of a witch around a bonfire.]
Dance with me!
[She'll ask anyone, taking their hands and spinning them along with her.]
FOLLOW ME DOWN
a.)
[Belladonna isn't much of a drinker, but as the night wears on, she falls farther and farther into an inebriated stupor. This is much better than being alone with her thoughts and her doubts. She doesn't have to worry about who she's missing as long as she feels so nice. It escapes her notice when she wanders, half-stumbling, into the area of the party laced with aphrodisiacs. If she wasn't so drunk, she'd recognize the feeling: after all, she accidentally dosed herself once, in the past.
But as it is, the giddy blonde only knows that she's feeling nice. She needs nice. Nicer. Her whole body feels warm, dancing is more satisfying, she just wants to touch something, someone. If you wander close to her, even if she doesn't know you, you might find her with her hands on your waist and a wide, goofy smile on her face.]
I've never been to a party like this one, before. Isn't it such a thrill?
b.)
[Although she didn't have any of the transformation-inducing drinks, Belladonna ultimately finds that she isn't immune to the effects of the aphro as they sink deeper into her skin. It feels like her body is on fire as the desire starts to transform into a need. There's an emptiness in her, and she needs it filled.
As the traits of an omega start to overtake her, she'll find herself wandering, searching for the scent of a partner that she can't explain how she can identify. If you're an alpha, you might find yourself with a witch on your arm. Belladonna will give you a sheepish smile, her expression almost shy beneath lust-filled eyes.]
Excuse me...I feel so silly asking, but are you...are you free?
WILDCARD
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