TRUTH OR DARE WITH FAIRY TAIL!
Where no one leaves the guild hall each day the same.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone mentioned in this story, and if I claim something is mine, then it would have been by pure coincidence that me and that person thought of the same thing.
Italics: thoughts
Ps: Prepare for OOCness. Because this is only the intro, this may be short.
Master Makarov watched as the Guild Master Meeting was dismissed, getting off his chair when Master Bob (OMG Blue Pegasus cracks me up!) tapped his shoulder. "Bob! Is there a problem?" Makarov asked, scrunching up his brow. If this was about paperwork, he could explode. "No, no. It's just…we've been so distant with each other, all the guilds I mean. The last time we got together (this may not be correct but-hey-I haven't watched that far into the anime) was at the King's banquet. I was thinking…I don't know, we could have a get-together with our guilds?" Master Bob sighed, a frown pressed onto his face. Makarov thought about it, and found that Bob was right. They hadn't had a single meeting with all of their guild members since the banquet. "That would be nice…" Makarov sighed, imagining getting his trouble-some guild off his hands for a few days. "Perfect! Bring your guild to my palace tomorrow Evening!" Bob cheered, then skipped through the door. Makarov sighed. "I'll never get used to that man."
Makarov's POV
I walked into the usually rowdy and noisy guild, ducking as a barrel hurled past my head. Ever since the time skip, the guild seemed to be even more hectic than before, as if they were still making up for lost time. Flipping onto the highest stair railing, I had to try twice before I could make it successfully. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" I yelled, quieting my guild. I explained the get-together to them, and watched as several confused murmurs broke out among the crowd. "Everybody, go home and pack your bags, there is a high chance of a snow storm soon, so we might have to stay at Master Bob's palace overnight. I'm not positive, but it is likely that we will be trapped there for at least three days. For some reason, Master Bob could not wait until the storm blew over," I warned as several people started to head home to pack. Watching in satisfaction as everyone began to follow my orders, I smiled then began to walk down the stairs. Tomorrow will surely be a interesting day.