hadriel_logs | Event Post: Everyone Chill

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Event Post: Everyone Chill

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for Tranquility's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 27th-January 7th
Warnings: Absolutely nothing creepy or weird at all.

The revival of Tranquility on December 27th marks a vast - if temporary, and actually completely fake - change to the city. Upon awakening that morning, the inhabitants of Hadriel will find the city changed from its usual broken-down dour cave self into a sparkling, clean, delightful island city. Instead of being surrounded by hard stone walls, the city is surrounded by warm ocean waters and soft white sand beaches.

Gentle waves lap at the shore, the sky overhead is perfect, wide and open. The spires have been replaced by shining skyscrapers, the roads are clear of rubble and paved neatly. The stores are quaint, windows no longer broken, and the items inside have changed too. Instead of simple canned goods and strange clothing, you might find delicate pastries, cool drinks, fresh fruit, and flowy summer clothes to match the city. How nice! How calming, really. Didn't everyone need a vacation? So throw on some flip-flops, grab one of the mopeds that have been provided, and enjoy yourselves!

As the days go on, though, you might notice one or two odd things. Maybe the pretty sun hat you picked up looked, for just a moment, like a grubby old baseball cap instead. Maybe that beach ball is a little heavier than it should be. Maybe the shining wall of that skyscraper feels more like stone than glass. Maybe - just for an instant - the sky above was solid rock instead of the gentle, calming hues of the sunset.

While there is a mild compulsion toward calmness and tranquility, towards accepting the city for exactly what it seems to be, that can be ignored - and the illusion can be broken, if you choose to try. But do you really want to? Isn't that croissant much nicer than yet another can of beans? Wouldn't you rather relax at the beach than run around, trying to convince all your friends that this is just the gods getting inside their heads again in an even more creepy and all-encompassing way than usual?

Come on. Don't be a buzzkill.

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[ 1. Shops - They see me rollin' they hatin' ]

Tina had taken full advantage of the changes the city had to offer this week. First of all, she'd raided most of the stores for supplies for a pretty damn awesome project she just thought up. Taking apart the engines of the mopeds she'd found, mixing some of the household chemicals together and making a seriously lethal cocktail of volatile fluids, kicking out some dangerously explosive gasses. Of course, to Tina, this was just fun and games! So it was safe to say there was no fear in the face of the messed up child as she poured the newly mixed potion into the gas tank of a badass looking, pink moped she'd taken for herself.

Zooming down the street, only just able to hold onto the handlebars as her over-clocked moped swirled out of control. Kicking out fumes that could get an elephant drunk before spluttering out clouds of colorful smoke. The vehicle jolted as it continued at high speed before the gas tank finally exploded, sending Tina and the moped soaring through the air!

" OUTTA MA WAY HOMIE! BITCHES BE FLYIN' HERE!"

If you were to look up right about now, you'd be able to see Tina gliding just above your head, upside down on a rocket powered, hot pink moped. She even gives a slow motion kiss-blow and wink before skidding to the asphalt with a crash and bang, Tina's homemade airbag activates to protect her face, in the form of an inflated oversized bra. Maybe she survived with minimal brain damage?

[ 2.Beach - I'm on a boat and, it's goin' fast and I got a nautical themed pashmina afghan ]

After almost breaking her face in half during a rather stupid moped stunt, Tina was strolling down the beach like she was a VIP. Oversized flippy-floppies, a pair of obnoxiously loud swim trunks, beach floaty in the image of a doe-eyed dolphin under on arm and a detachable speedboat engine under the other.

"I'mma ride this dol'fem to the moon an' back yo! Whoz with me!?"

Setting the inflatable down at the edge of the beach, sliding on some armbands and snapping some snorkeling goggles over her face. "It's on gurl! Dis is the for real bizz!" Straddling the pool toy as it squeaked adorable and high pitched, Tina attached the boat engine to a belt and tightening it in place. Giving a few good pulls of the rope and handle before the revving sound started up.

"Aww shit! It's about to go down! I'mm find me a mermaid and teach Ariel how to get CRUNK!" With that said, Tina pushed the lever down and the dolphin-boat went speeding off into the sea. Bouncing up off of the waves... It actually looked like a whole load of fun!

Well, this is a nice change of scenery, isn't it? Rin's going to get some sun! Or... something. Beach weather is the best! No way is he going to let it go to waste, who knows how long it'll last, knowing this crazy place.

He's got a bag of like, ten ice creams he's carrying with him as he munches on another. It's like summer vacation all over again! He can't help but smile every where he goes. As soon as he finishes one ice cream, he unwraps another. Got to eat it all before it melts, after all. But, before he can take his next bite, he hears something distinct.

A bizarre yet familiar slang, he looks up in time to see a kiss blown at him with a wink, and blushes for a moment before he realises...

'HEY, LOOK OUT!" Too late! Well, shit! He rushes over to Tina. "Holy shit, are you okay?!"

He's careful not to move her. Something vaguely remembered about head and neck injuries and how moving people after that was a very bad idea. Still, this doesn't look great. With a bit of a cringe, he looks at the scrapes on the rest of her. Err... trying to avoid that oversized bra-looking thing that he assumes was for safety. He doesn't carry any healing tools, but he does have a bag of ice cream.

He tries to compress where the injuries look the worst with ice creams.

Tina was used to this by now, not that Rin was aware of that fact, though! She only managed to knock herself out for a few moments, not even a real concussion, just a few stars swirling around her head before they blew up into a thousand rainbow colored unicorns~ Oh wait, only Tina could see that? Okay then, maybe she'd taken a incy wincy bit of trauma to the head. Not like ti was going to hurt her permanently or anything.

"Oooh Ice cream~ Ow... Oooh~ Ow.. Ooh~ Ow... Oooh~"

Bending to sit up and grab the ice cream Rin was pressing against her wounds, only for them to hurt and send Tina back to laying down... Annnd for Tina to continuously try and try again all attempts meeting the same painful end. Didn't stop her from trying, though.

Well... she's moving. That's a good sign. ...He thinks. Although...

"You probably shouldn't move. You're hurt pretty bad." Nevermind that it's obvious that Tina's having no success in getting anywhere. He holds out one of the ice creams to her for her to eat it. If she can move, then it must be okay to move her.

"Okay, this might hurt a bit, but I'm going to carry you to the clinic, alright?" A doctor's got to be able to treat this better than ice creams can.

He pauses as he reaches to scoop his arms under her form. Okay, carrying a girl is something he hasn't done. He blushes awkwardly before finally moving one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders to carry her princess-style.

" Oooh~ Ice cream yay! Gimme!"

Snatching the treat clean out of Rin's hand, even though he was quite happily offering it to her. Gulping about half of it down in one bite before slowing, sticking a finger into her mouth and pulling out a tooth. "Awww! No no NO! I lost another One!"

Rin was right, she probably shouldn't be moving about, she'd taken a pretty hard hit to the head, maybe she was in some kind of delayed shock? It was possible. Tranquility's effect could have been keeping her docile? That or, she'd finally unscrewed the last few screws in her head that were keeping her together.

"Woah, there gurl! Where we goin'?!" Amused as she was picked up. Dangling her legs and wrapping a scraped arm around his shoulder, nuzzling her face into his soft, dark hair. " Mmmh~ So fluffy~"

Apparently losing teeth is something Tina does. Jesus Christ, Captain Crash. Do they have a dentist here?

None of that really sticks out to him, as far as to how extensive the head trauma is, though. Near as he can tell, she's the same mental case as the first day they met. Gurl comment and all. He'd retaliate again, but getting her some medical attention is obviously more important.

"The clinic, I told...y-..." Rin blushes hard and freezes, struggling to not drop Tina as she nuzzles him. Holy shit! It's just the head injury, right? Right? For the moment, he's speechless, his mouth completely agape. He swallows hard and tries to press forward to get her to the clinic, flustered and unable to find his vocabulary.

She'd lost a few in her short years, mostly from things smacking her in the face when things around them blew up! It was a miracle that she'd not lost more from her high sugar diet before now. If Rin could get her to see a dentist, that too would be a miracle... That, or the end times.

Tina wasn't bothered so much about him almost dropping her, no, she was more amused by the fact he was blushing? Grinning a little, she poked a finger to his cheek.

"Boop-boop-boop~ Pretty pink cheeks yoo got there gurl. Yoo sick or sumfin?"

Swaying her dangling legs and bobbing her head side to side.

Annnnd more harassment. Rin has to try really hard to keep his composure. Head injury. It's just the head injury. He fights to continually remind himself. She sure is moving alot for someone with injuries though.

"H-hey, you need to stop that!" Rin's trying to sound as serious as possible, although failing miserably, he's sure. "I might be stronger than others, but it's still not good for you to flail around. We could fall!"

Heaven forbid we add to that mountain of injuries Tina already has.

Sans has been puttering about on his own moped, a nice little lime green thing, but he's been doing so at a perfectly reasonable pace. He should've anticipated that someone would get a bit creative at some point, and Tina - heh, she's the first on his list of suspects as far as rocket-based "improvements" to the mopeds go. He put-put-puts on over to the source of the crash, leaning up over the bars with a hand braced against the round edge of his skull that constitutes a cheek, grinning.

"I hear it works better if you use the brakes," he supplies helpfully.

As she lay there in a heap of rubble and smoke, just bits of her pink dress displayed from under the carnage. Tina raised a hand from the crash site, making a thumbs up at Sans, and when the moped finally caught fire, Tina started to lower her thumb back down into the flames (totally not referencing a cool sci-fi movie or anything like that, nope~)

"Ow... okay ow! Fire is hot! Fire is HOT!"

Rolling around like a little fucked up sausage roll, Tina managed to put the flames out that had taken to her. Sitting up and dusting down her dress as she gave Sans a huge grin. " Breaks! That's what I forgot to add! Ahahaha!"

It seems she's okay? Well, apart from some new cuts and scratched that could probably do with a stitch or two, not that Tina was bothered, scabs are awesome and she likes it when she's covered in them.

Fire is hot and water is wet. Who'da thunk, right? At least she manages to extinguish herself before she goes up in flames, well and truly. Sans watches with mild concern, but he don't get up. No need to, right? See, she's totally fine.

"Back to the drawing board?" he drawls, eyeing the wreckage dubiously. Sure don't look like it'll be running again any time soon without some serious recalibration.

Not Tina, obviously. She'd had so many accidents in her workshop while developing the next weapon that would revolutionize the demolition industry, she was far too used to almost blowing herself up or scorching her eyebrows off from time to time.

"Nah~ Jus' needs a few bugs sortin' out. I shud have this bad gurl back up an' runni' P. Soon son."

Pulling herself up and eyeing Sans moped up. "Uhh... Yoo need all of yours?"

"This ol' puppy runs on magic." He pats the handlebars with a vaguely affectionate grin at the machine beneath. "Not sure it'd be real useful to ya. 'Sides, there's whole hubs of the things, aren't there?"

In the...center of the city, right. The center of the city she might not be aware is still here. He saw through the curtain of the illusion pretty quick. All the same, he'll enjoy the imaginary warmth and false beach while it lasts.

"Magic? What kinda magic? Lemme see!" Crawling on her scuffed and sliced knees, Tina waddled her way over towards Sans, pulling herself up using his leg as a rope, a very bony rope. She looked like something from a zombie movie, all cut up and dirty, crawling with her fingernails.

She was cool, though, she'd get over it.

"Do me a flava an' give a sista a ride? I just gots't get me a new engine, or two, or eight...teen." Counting on her fingers as she tried to work the maths out of how many certain parts she would need to make a stronger, faster, rocket fuel engine.

Maybe she should just go lay down for a while? The bump to her head had her a bit off... That, or maybe the effects of the new God was making it so she didn't really care about the huge bump to her head?

Cripes, she's slippery. Half the time he don't expect her to go the routes she does, and she goes and scrambles up all over him with a profound lack of awareness for little things like "personal space." Not to say it ain't endearing in its own right, but it's a shift from damn near every other kid he knows. Arya, Chara, Frisk, they all get twitchy, jumpy, wary around someone who gets too close. Tina, on the other hand - she's the precise opposite. Don't seem so much that she's starved for affection as it simply don't occur to her.

Long as she don't scratch away that single HP of his, they're square. And she don't, so Sans chuckles as he revs up the thing and lets her scramble aboard.

"You sure you're doin' all right there, bud? Could always give ya a ride back to your place." She's lookin' a bit rattled for sure.

Tina made herself rather comfortable back there on Sans moped. Clicking her heels against the side of it and giving a 'yip-yip' sound, as if trying to get the thing to start. She wrapped her thin, dirty arms around Sans middle, he was right, she had no understanding of personal space unless of corse it was the other way around and someone was invading hers!

" Nooo~! I'm gud! I needs more parts first! Can always ride mahself to da crib when I gets all the loot I need!"

Maybe it was a bad idea after all, but Tina wasn't going to tell him that! She felt a bit funny, maybe the bump to her head, maybe the new Gods trick? Whatever it was, it could wait. There were rockets to build and speed limits to break!

Welp. That's sure a progression from one thing to another. He lets it happen, uncomplaining, as he kicks off and sends them both puttering along for one of the garages. He ain't such a bad driver, but he definitely skirts the edge of what constitutes "safe driving" - making weird and risky turns, and maybe once or twice it feels like the world skips a bit, like maybe he took a shortcut of his.

It's probably nothing, though.

"I can drop you off by the clinic, y'know," he adds.

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