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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-02-14 09:33 am

Event Log: Kissmas

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Kissmas event!
Where: All around the city
When: February 14th-February 20th
Warnings: Kissing! Ew! Snow! Fun! Ugly sweaters! Somewhere in between!


Thanks to Conner's meddling, Delight has decided that it's high time for another of her events- and this one has a bit of a romantic twist, so at least it's, uh, sort of holiday appropriate!

On the morning of the fourteenth, everyone will wake up to a fresh pile of snow on the ground. Unlike Fear's event a year and change ago, this snow is powdery and light and festive- though still definitely a bit cold! To help counterbalance this, there are also plenty of ugly sweaters stocked in various buildings to keep you warm.

In addition, some various sprigs of mistletoe will start appearing over random thresholds. These won't be limited to public places, however- you may find a few of them in your own home! Any two people (at some discretion of course) who find themselves underneath it will experience a strong desire to kiss one another- be it a platonic peck on the lips or something a bit more intimate. The compulsions can be resisted and laughed off of course, but that's no fun at all!

But the fun can't last forever! Extended Kissmas ends on the twentieth, and while the snow and mistletoe will disappear, our memories and ugly sweaters will linger on forever!

► This log covers February 14th-February 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get, uh, smooched to death, then let us know here!
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

Rey | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-15 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
I. Ice Angels (It's Snowtime)

One would hardly think to ever look so far down in order to find Rey. And yet, when the snow falls and the streets are full of flaky puffs of purity, there she is.

Despite the lack of sleeves on the red and white sweater, she is perfectly content lying over a pile of cold snow with a deadpan expression plastered to her face. Back to the ground, arms moving up and down and legs shifting to leave a particular pattern in the ground, which may ring familiar to many of Hadriel.

What the hell is she doing? Even she isn't sure. She's been told that people do this sort of thing for fun.

...

Is it fun yet?

II. Kiss Me, I'm (Sorta) Irish

No amount of warm fuzzy feelings of affection will possess Rey to start pouncing on random people who just happen to be standing beneath the hemiparasitic plants, strategically placed all over the city. After all, this isn't her holiday tradition. Never had the type of family to share it with or even give a damn.

She might be lacking in warm layers of clothing, but she is not in want of physical contact or bundling up with the next stranger.

Familiar faces might be a different story.

Otherwise, expect a look that practically screams 'don't you fucking dare' with the threat of a suplex by a tank woman.

III. Wildcard

[ooc: Got something else in mind? Hit me up via PM, plurk ([plurk.com profile] citygrit) or discord (revalev#6927)!]
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-02-15 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Amos dodged under a doorway to avoid being divebombed by one of the jabberjays. That doorway was occupied, and he blinked at Rey for a moment, then glanced up. He looked back down at her, took in her thunderous expression, then grinned his brightest and most charming grin.

He bounced up on his tiptoes and delivered a kiss to the end of her nose.

"Merry whatever?"
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Your charms and wiles have no effect on her, Amos--

--And then he kisses her. On the nose, that is, but still.

"What."

She stares at him. Not sure whether to punch him or not despite the stupid inclination to do very much the opposite under the mistletoe's influence.

That is when Rey takes a side-step, out from under the plant, her visage unchanged. "What."
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amos_moses: (Default)

[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-02-17 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)

Amos grins at her, still, and slides a hand behind him so he can lean on the doorframe...in preparation for pushing off it like a starting block if she takes a swing. He likes not being punched in the face. With his other hand, he gestures at the mistletoe above him.

"Mistletoe made me do it, doll. Magic compulsion."

Totally a valid excuse! Right?

circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-19 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
On the plus side, Rey has enough self control not to sock people in the face for perfectly innocuous endeavors. Even seemingly stupid ones. Besides, she might break something of his and it'd just be a pain to have to deal with that afterwards.

"Sure, blame the mistletoe," she says flatly. "You do realize that you can fight their ridiculous impulses, right?"

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manofmettle: Source is NSFW-ish (4)

I. Ice Angels!

[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-02-15 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
[You know the fun part about living in a non-radioactive wasteland? Nothing is radioactive. And that includes the snow.

It may be freezing but without the negative side effects of radiation, Danse finds this an excellent opportunity to finally get his hands and fingers in the cold stuff. He's read plenty about snow before the bombs; oh it was still a source of danger and frustration... but children had grabbed the stuff like a toy, thrown it at each other for play fights, climbed onto little cart-like objects called "sled" and zipped down snow covered hills.

If you'd never read those books, you'd never know that snow could be fun.

So he's grabbed a sweater and ventured out to explore this winter wonderland. It's amazing how at ease everyone is with the snow. Maybe sometime during the weak, he could get over his trained aversion to the stuff and try making a snowball of his own. But until then he's content to walk around and observe, trying to recall and name each winter activity he sees.

Eventually he sees someone practically lying in the snow. The first reaction is to shout and drag whoever it is out of there, but he manages to batter that impulse down. Danse still breaks out into a job though, and is he surprised to see who it is that's spread out on the snow.
]

Rey. [He nods at her in greeting. Hopefully she doesn't mind him standing over her.]
circumitus: You owe me waffles (sunrise bitch.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Radioactive snow would most likely, undoubtedly put a damper on the fun Delight intended for everyone to have. Not that Rey knows who's responsible for this scene. She just knows that it's a welcome change from the same old indoor cave climes, and much better than Sunny Beach City. In her humble, totally not wrong opinion, anyway.

[Currently, she's on her back, legs together but arms over her head. The imprint of her body left behind her, but she doesn't move from her spot yet. Though she is hardly bundled up, she doesn't even so much as shiver in this temperature, neither does she allow her body to generate the heat it normally would to melt the snow to the ground. Because where would the fun be in
that?

[The second she hears her name, her head snaps in the direction of that voice. Seeing Danse again invites a couple conflicting kneejerk reactions: One is familiarity, and the other is recalling the aftermath of having to carefully extract and put her roommate's damaged eye back in its socket, in addition to his other conditions.

[Rey is quick to sit upright, subduing any hint of hostility as she reminds herself of everything Nick has said, and what her own experiences tell her -- that she is not much better.]


Danse. [She responds in return, her tone flat before she acknowledges his attire. A stark contrast from her own sleeveless sweater.] Looks like you've acclimated somewhat.
manofmettle: Source is NSFW-ish (4)

[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-02-17 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
The cold weather requires appropriate attire. [Now that he's close enough, he eyes Rey's choice of clothing, especially the lack of sleeves that grabs his attention. One eyebrow goes up.]

The snow might not be irradiated, but you're still going to get frostbite if you leave your arms exposed that way. Is there a reason you're lying on the ground with no sleeves?
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Appropriate attire is for squares. Plus sleeves are annoying. She hates it when the fabric touches her arms and they get in the way when she needs to make use of them. Plus they're very flammable.]

Guess it's supposed to be for "fun". [The way she says that, Rey really doubts that it actually is as they say.] Am not going to get frostbite, though.

[At least she knows enough about Danse now to know what not to tell him about what she is.]

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glacius: (Peering.)

[personal profile] glacius 2017-02-16 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Glacius has been out and about as much as possible in the snow, trying to take full advantage of one of the things he'd missed most since being brought to this cave--as wonderful as it was, he knew it wouldn't last for long. In fact, given the trends that the gods tend to pulled, it probably wouldn't be around for more than a handful of days, not unlike the open air and the starry night skies that had ultimately fallen away. This wasn't an illusion like the beachside metropolis had been, but that didn't mean it was going to be more permanent... the alien wanted to make the most of this change of scenery before it vanished, too.

A lot of the time that came down to spending time in it with Carlisle, but the clergyman didn't exactly have a hearty constitution. Even when bundled up in thick (and questionably designed) sweaters, the human could only stay out so long... Glacius appreciated every moment of that, and wasn't about to push his partner beyond the bounds of what was comfortable. Instead, he's attempting to make their shared space more comfortable for the human amidst this chilly weather as a way of thanking him for his time and effort. The alien is actually on his way to the stores to try and find... something that could be used to provide heat to select areas of their apartment when he comes across Rey. Glacius almost walks right by her at first--he's a tall creature and his tendency is to look up and out, not down near his feet, but the movement of her limbs and the way is disturbs the built-up drifts of snow catches his eye.

The ice alien stops up short, blinking in confusion. When safely away from the eyes of others, he'd actually spent a fair bit of time rolling about in the snow himself, trying to soak up as much enjoyment as he could even if it was in a manner more playful and less dignified than the image he liked to maintain for himself. He cannot imagine this would feel terribly pleasant to a human, however. Despite her appearance, Rey isn't human, he reminds himself--but she certainly acts more like one than any other the other races he's interacted with. He's not entirely sure what the intent is, here.

"Ah... do you require any assistance?" Glacius asks, his long neck arched as he stands over her and peers down. "You can't swim through it, if... that's what you're trying to do." He doesn't think it is, necessarily, but he's not sure what else to make of the sweeping motions of her arms and legs.
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
It's difficult not to notice Glacius as he goes walking by. The creature is practically an icy blue tower. Rey doesn't call out to summon his attention, though. Calling for anyone to notice her in such a position is the least dignified thing to do.

Not until he notices her first.

Her expression remains unchanged, but her movements have since stopped and left an imprint in the snow she's lying upon. She blinks up at some of the snow still falling from overhead, before shifting back to Glacius himself.

"Even if that were possible, there isn't exactly a way to do a backstroke here," she points out. Then adds, "Am fine. Just, um. Seen people do stuff like this before. Supposed to be fun."

One wouldn't think that Rey would be the type to seek out fun in such activities, or seek fun at all. Yet, here we are.
glacius: (Well it's like this...)

[personal profile] glacius 2017-02-18 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fun? Yes, it looks like it would be fun for someone of my species, given my preference for all things freezing cold. But somehow I doubt you've seen any other ice aliens rolling around in the snow to take cues from," Glacius chuckles, but then ends up making himself a little bit homesick, whoops. Best to ride right on past that. "I just... I guess I do not see what humans would hope to get out of this."

And neither does Rey, if her typically straight-faced expression is anything to judge by.
circumitus: ...and then i realized im still drunk. (thinking 'wow glad i'm not hungover')

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-19 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
That longing for home is a sentiment Rey can't relate to very well. She never had much of a home to know what it's like to miss it. There are times she wishes her brother were here, and then realizes that that is a selfish thing to want.

"Well, even humans tend to get snow in their worlds, too," Rey replies, shaking the dismal thoughts from her head. "Sometimes they like to play games, like throwing snow at each other, or using sleds or boards to slide down hills, among other things." She pauses, her eyes turning at the cloudy space overhead. "That might not be such a bad idea."

Maybe sledding would be more fun than waving her arms and legs on the ground? Her current activity even sounds ridiculous, the more she thinks about it.

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romanovs: (Hugs for everyone!)

[personal profile] romanovs 2017-02-16 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Russia wanders over because look, someone is making snow angels! And then he notices who it is and jogs the last few metres before jumping and throwing himself down next to her to copy her movements, making a belly-down snowangel without the footsteps leading into the shape, giggling happily.

He might have been chucking snow at her when he hits the ground.]
circumitus: Petting the cat and listening to "you've got a friend". This is why I smoke weed. To make sense of situations like this. (wow when will she ever be this happy)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Hrk!

[Rey instinctively recoils in defense when that snow hits her, just before he lands beside her.

[If there was ever any doubt that this was the same strange child that had once tailed her home and called her "mother", and was prone to sneaking into her room and following her around, Rey sure as hell had none now.

[Yup. Totally the same person.

[After a moment, she clumps a handful of snow and crushes it over the back of his head.

[Take that, punk!]
romanovs: (Hugs for everyone!)

[personal profile] romanovs 2017-02-20 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[His face sinks into the snow as she shoves the snow on the back of his head, but he's giggling when he comes back up.

Snow fight!

He'll start to pull snow together as soon as he comes back up, gasping for air, and shove a giant snow ...ball-ish thing at her, aiming for her face.]
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wormintheglass: (mischief)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2017-02-16 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, she doesn't need mistletoe for this, but by now Bianca is wearing some in her hair anyway because why not. Nor is she going for "subtle" - she sees Rey, takes an infinitesimal moment inside her head to contemplate the adorableness of her nervous-tiger body language, and leaps to tackle her.

"Da mi basia mille, deinde centum," is all she has to say before she wraps herself around Rey like a honey and tequila-scented octopus.
circumitus: So I'll just beg, borrow, and steal all your time. (this is pretty gay)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Subtlety is not very becoming of Bianca. By now Rey knows and accepts this.

In addition, she also knows Bianca well enough to brace herself before Rey becomes a living throw rug.

"I only caught about half of that," she admits, a hand on the woman's waist and the other wrapped around Bianca's wrist, bringing the palm of it to her lips. "Basium."

Her Latin might be a little rusty, but she gets the gist of it.
wormintheglass: (shoulders)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2017-02-24 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Bianca arches her back against the pressure of Rey's hand, just to feel her strength.

"Some old Earth poet. Give me a hundred kisses, a hundred more, a thousand, and then shake the abacus so we lose count in case anyone's jealous. A rough translation."

She catches Rey by the back of her neck, soft but firm, and pulls her down to kiss her hard, aggressively affectionate.

"Mmm. We used to have mistletoe on the barge every year. So many fights and dramas. I never thought I should see it again."

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[personal profile] somuchlove 2017-02-17 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that certainly was an adult making snow angels. An adult that has a pretty impressive deadpan look on her face. Chara has to wonder if she lost a bet or something. Or how Ray wasn't cold at all.

So they're going to approach to stare down at her. Chara's wearing their own sweater that's an obnoxious yellow on top of their usual one, so aside from chucking snowballs at random people they've somewhat gotten into the season or whatever.]


Having fun?
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-17 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, Rey sure is an adult. It's sort of a problem when you've never actually been a kid to get the concept of playtime.

[As Chara approaches, the fact that Rey isn't shivering or affected by the cold at all is more evident. She's since stopped moving her arms and legs and has just left the shape of her body with the drags of her limbs in the snow around her. Instead, she just stares up at the snow drifting down from overhead, mist clouding her view of the upper cave.]


Don't know. Think it might still be too early to tell.

[Like having fun is something that's supposed to just come to you eventually if you keep doing a thing long enough. Yes that is how it works.]
somuchlove: icon by crenando @ DW (63)

[personal profile] somuchlove 2017-02-17 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[They do notice that. Either she hasn't been out long enough for the cold to really affect her, Ray was used to weather like this so it didn't matter or she wasn't quite human. But that doesn't matter much to them right now.

Still, Chara can agree about playtime. Never really got enough of it on the Surface to know what it really was like.]


Maybe you need to do fifty more.

[Because that'll totally help.]

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war_itself: (and i'm the pope)

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[personal profile] war_itself 2017-02-19 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Quill had gotten a glimpse of Rey once before. She'd been hiding atop a roof near the guard headquarters in anticipation of that creepy old man's attack on it, eager to learn more about the assortment of fighters in the cave. And she hadn't been disappointed, as she got an excellent view of a remarkable soldier in seemingly impenetrable black armor facing an invisible enemy. It was a delightfully brutal fight and when the soldier revealed her face after tearing the thing apart, she knew she had to make contact with her sooner or later.

Which is why it takes her a moment to recognize the woman covered in snow and one of those atrocious sweaters as that formidable warrior. Good god, what has the world come to? Quill stops in front of the woman, herself wearing something possibly dead, to air her disappointment. "They have shovels for that, you know."
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-20 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Though more than equipped to melt the snow right off, icy chunks cling to strands of hair and fabric from her clothes by the time Quill approaches the woman on the ground. Her posture is stiff when she reels her upper body into sitting position, almost doll-like when doing so before propping her arms on either side. Her hands slipping into the freezing snow doesn't even register.

"Am not digging," she merely answers. Then she raises a brow at Quilla's style of choice. "Nice coat."

Love the no-sleeves.
war_itself: (not buying what you're selling)

[personal profile] war_itself 2017-02-20 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
What is she, a jackknife? And she doesn't show any of the typical biological reactions to the cold either, no shivering or discolored skin. Worth noting, probably, and Quill quirks an eyebrow at the stiff movement as well as the clipped compliment.

"Thanks, shame I can't say the same about your sartorial life choices." Really, why do that to yourself? Why do any of this? Quill sighs in exasperation at her own frustrated curiosity, gesturing at the imprint the woman left in the snow. "What are you doing?"

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