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

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Compared to many of the reactions to the climate change Rey has seen, it is something she finds worthy of notice.

She doesn't even have an argument to defend Quill's zinger, because she can't say she disagrees. This sweater is awful. Why is she even wearing it?

(Oh, right. Probably because she's ruined so many shirts already. Better to wear something she doesn't mind getting dirty and potentially ripped. Somehow.)

Her attention, instead, focuses on Quill's latter query:

"Snow angel." Rey pauses, before drawing herself onto her feet. "Well, that's what it's supposed to be. Look like." She glances down at the shape in the snow with a raised brow. "Sort of."
war_itself: (not my circus)

[personal profile] war_itself 2017-03-04 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
What the hell is a snow angel? Is it a human thing? Sounds suspiciously cutesy, even to someone with only the barest idea of what an angel is. And what she has seen of Rey so far has her thinking she may not be all that human herself.

"You don't sound sure," she observes doubtfully. Nor very eloquent, but good soldiers don't need to be.
circumitus: 'Cause it makes him feel like a fish. (says he likes to get high and swim)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Eloquence isn't exactly Rey's strong point. She can be brash and crude, or not bother at all. This is one of those times she struggles with it. With communication. Trying to explain cultures and religious mythos was more her brother's thing -- not hers.

"Well, it's a very plain version of one. Supposed to be wings, robe, head..." She gestures to the relevant parts of that imprint in the snow, still unsure of herself.