Event Log: All You Need Is Love

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for Love's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 25th-March 28th
Warnings: Self-love (not that kind), outpourings of affection for friends and loved ones (maybe that kind), general good feelings

On the morning of the 25th, everything in Hadriel gets just a little nicer. Or maybe that's your outlook - after all, loving yourself makes it a lot easier to love everything else. That's right, Love is here, and it's time to get your self-acceptance on. From the moment of Love's revival, all the inhabitants of the city will feel a sense of acceptance, appreciation, and love for themselves and for the people around them. They'll be more inclined to give themselves a break, more inspired to show their affection for their loved ones, and more likely to forgive enemies - or at least ignore them, rather than start fights. Overall, the air in the city is full of love! It's up to you whether this affects your character strongly or not at all, but it won't force them to do anything extremely out of character - it will only gently push them toward expressions of love, both platonic and romantic.

Along with this warm, pleasant feeling of love comes the hot springs you all voted for. It appears near the lake, not far from Love's temple, walled-in but with no roof except for the (separate) changing areas. Within you can find a few different pools of differing temperatures, all the better to soak all your worries away!

In addition, all throughout the city you'll find new items in the shops for a short time. Anything that might help express your love for yourself and for others - fluffy blankets, stuffed animals, snuggies, exotic-smelling candles, and some nice bubble bath and skin care products will be left on display - everything in a nice shade of light pink, of course. The buildings will be draped in pink streamers, and you'll also be able to find a variety of delicious sweets - stuff yourself or feed them to your significant other, or maybe leave them on the doorstep of the person who you wish was your significant other.

Enjoy all this love filling the cave, and give yourself a break! You're gonna need it.

► This log covers March 25th-March 28th.
► 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 somehow you manage to die during this event, know that we judge you. Also, please tell us here.

Comments

[trainspotter]

I'm starting to think you just don't like the way I dress. You're one to talk. [Ned does look back at him this time, critically, surveying for belts. How many today, huh?? How many belts???]

And that sweater is a work of art, thanks.

[queensberry]

[Wow, he has... three whole belts today, thanks. Jacob looks down at himself with a mouth open to protest, but no words to defend himself.]

I dress very proper, thank you very much. I even have a cape on my coat. [Does your sweater have a cape??? No, invalid. This is what Jacob Frye thinks after a glass or two of wine.]

[trainspotter]

[Yeah, that's right!! Ned gives him a knowing look, then goes back to his paint.]

Don't take your cape downstairs, then. You'll get caught on something, and I'm too busy to come pull you off.

[queensberry]

You'd come for me anyway. For my muscle. [Yeah, he's important. He shoots a wink up and Ned, and even makes the effort to reach up and pat his back on that high chair of his before he's finally going to the basement.]

Don't fall off trying to reach!

[trainspotter]

[Don't touch him while he's up here, he's at risk of wobbling face-first into the floor. He doesn't, but it's the principle of the thing. He sighs, instead.]

Go make yourself useful, Frye. [no "Jacob" while he's being a doofus] Come back up when you're done and we'll see what else needs fixing.

[Go. Do work. Come see him later, when he has even more paint in his hair.]

[queensberry]

[Don't tell him what to do... even though he's going to do it anyway. For the record, Jacob does a good enough job as he can, all things considered. The wine, the strangeness of how much he's thinking of Ned today... and the wine drinking because he's thinking so much of Ned today.

Later, he emerges from the basement with only a handful of cobwebs in his hair and a few smudges in his nice shirt. And... on his pants. Where are his boots? Probably covered in something somewhere. At least he's going to wash his hands.] Clear as it's going to get.

[trainspotter]

[Ned, meanwhile, has made progress on painting this place. It's no professional-level paint job, he's only one tiny man and the selection of supplies he could find without bending over to kiss god feet is only so good, but it looks better than the peeling, gross mess this place had before.

And there's paint in his hair, which he will aggressively get out later, because he's not putting his head in the sink. By the time Jacob comes back upstairs, Ned's standing back to admire his not-that-professional-but-still-okay handiwork. He's never painted a room before??]

Yeah? Good, that'll save us time when the young lady with the wine comes by. [look at Jacob's everything.....] You're a mess.

[he says, fondly. hi, mess.]

[queensberry]

[Ned might want to rethink all the nice soaps Jacob got with how much more messy he is. Jacob has this satisfied little smile that just screams he knew it was going to happen. If that's not all:] Your mess is harder to get out than mine, isn't it? Might want to use apricot freesia.

[He did not think ahead enough to get a towel out, so he's just going to shake his arms out before he makes his way over to Ned. Like a big dumb puppy.]

You did good work.

[trainspotter]

[wow,]

Not in that sink, I won't. [Later... but anyway,] Thanks. Time for a break, while this dries.

[And so Jacob will stop shaking water everywhere. Come with him, first to the bar and then to the mysterious Back Room.] You want another drink?

[queensberry]

Is that even a question? [Jacob does not need another drink, but he sure will take one. He runs a hand through his hair, realizes the mess that his hair has become, and stops once inside to hastily start brushing it back with his fingers.

Like he needs to look good.] What'll it be?

[trainspotter]

[He's cute, damn him. He's cute, and Ned has paint smudges everywhere. It will have to do. The bottle he pulls out is definitely new and not one of the mystery drinks the rest of this bar is stocked with.]

This is god-given victory whiskey. We'll see how well they stack up to the stuff at home.

[It's probably the exact same as the stuff he swiped from Delight's bar before it exploded, but whatever, this one is his...]

[queensberry]

Ned, are you sharing your winnings with the enemy? That's just scandalous.

[Cute and dumb. Once Jacob is sure his hair is properly in place, Jacob leans against this desk he somehow got here at some point because. Yeah.] I'd like to see it compare to anything in Devil's Acre.

[trainspotter]

[What a cute moron who somehow got a desk in here. Ned appreciates that so much right now, for some reason.]

You know me, all about scandal. [He says this flatly, but he's still cheerfully pouring glasses. They're not going to chug this bottle, this time.] It's ever so delightfully defiant, isn't?

[Nobody told him not to share, but spite!! Spite fuels him.]

[queensberry]

My two favorite things with my favorite p... [person?? He almost said it, but holds onto it long enough to come up with something less... that.] ... partner.

[Nailed it. He really needs this whiskey to forget about it, let him just take his glass...] Cheers?

[trainspotter]

[Hmm, what's that?? Ned blinks, chooses smoothly not to point out how clumsy that was, and holds up his glass.]

Here's to... the bar. And you, for clearing out the basement, and me, for this crap in my hair. [see, he made it less gay at the last minute]

[queensberry]

To you, and all the crap in your hair. [see, he made it gay again already] What a hardworking man.

[Yeah... yeah, he'll just drink to that. Just that. The bar and the basement another time, yeah. This is fine.]

[trainspotter]

[Oh, okay, he supposes it's just going to get a little gayer in here. Alright. He will drink to what a hard worker he is, regardless.]

You keep saying things about that. I'm gonna start to think you're impressed; you'll make me blush. [He says, a man who has not blushed for like ten years. Totally going to blush from Jacob's dopey compliments.]

[queensberry]

Well, in that case... [Jacob grins a terribly smug grin, swirling the whiskey in his glass instead of drinking. He probably knows he'll get even gayer if he keeps going, but--] Color me very impressed.

[Jacob Frye is a terrible partner.]

[trainspotter]

[Ohhh no, he's doing it. Unfortunately it's not that easy, but that still gets Ned to laugh. A secret bonus reward.]

Don't show your whole hand at once, Jacob. This is why you're so goddamn bad at cards.

[queensberry]

[A laugh is more than enough to get color in Jacob's cheeks. He blames whatever is wrong with this particular day, his drinking, and... clearly anything but the obvious. He laughs it off, shaking his head and hiding behind his glass again.]

You say that like I won't still have aces up my sleeve.

[trainspotter]

[Stupid cute Jacob with his stupid face. Maybe his dwindling ability to think like an adult about this should be a concern, but today is just so nice! Ugh!

He leans back to give Jacob a curious look, eyebrows raised.]

Oh yeah? You manage to surprise me and I might have to owe you something, for once.

[what could go wrong]

[queensberry]

Owe me something? Now, Ned, you're going to make me have to think about this.

[Jacob Frye, doing some deep thought. Ned must be worth this feat, with Jacob actually shutting up for once to come up with something... something... Hmmm. It can't be that obvious--]

I didn't... one hundred percent... kiss you because of that plant. [Maybe, a little. But he should add,] Or how beautiful that sweater was. Well, it-- the plant-- had a hand in it the first time, yeah, but you weren't wrong about considering a second time.

[it can go so, so wrong]

[trainspotter]

[Well, it sure is going. Ned was pretty content to leave mistletoe kissing off to the side as something not to be brought up again, and here it is, being brought up again...

For a moment he's taken aback - congratulations, he's surprised!! - before he sort of hunches his shoulders and folds his arms, looking off at some point across the room. Who allowed Jacob to think about kissing him and tell him about it? What does he do with that??]

Goddamn it, I dug my own grave there. [He did not know what he was walking into, but he walked right into it...] Well, a deal's a deal. What do you want?

[queensberry]

Oh, I don't know. I never thought I'd have the favor again. Maybe I should wait...

[Try as he may to keep behind his glass, this is just too much. He sets it down on the desk, drumming his fingers against the wood in bought. Well, he didn't really have to think about his next answer, but there's still some hesitation in actually putting it out there.]

How about... [He tries to start with confidence, but he falters, and he can't really look him in the eye for that long. It's stupid. He's stupid.] ...Another chance not to drool.

[trainspotter]

[No, god no, do not wait. Ned scoffs at him rather than outright demand he get it over with, so maybe the way being even a little indebted, and over something so silly, at that, makes his skin crawl isn't totally obvious. Thankfully Jacob loses the ability to look at him for too long, so they're both glancing somewhere else.

Hmm. He knew exactly what he was walking into this time, but hmm.] You know, I think you still owe me a favor from the first time.

[He ignores the involuntary mental backflip that gives him; the first time, now there are times, he's already decided, damn it— Well, whatever, apricot freesia has already gone to his head. He holds up a finger.] One chance, and then we're even.