Event Log: Love Yourself

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Love Yourself event
Where: All over the city
When: June 13th-June 16th
Warnings: Love yourself! No, not like that maybe a little like that

One morning, you wake up and decide that it's high time you love yourself. Whether you weren't loving yourself at all before, or if you just weren't loving yourself enough, it's time to ramp that up to All You, All The Time. After all, nobody else is going to help you get ahead as much as you will, now that you're taking some time off to really focus on yourself.

Screw chores, screw people who are going to hold you back- all you feel is an unbridled sense of narcissism and the idea that you really do deserve it. Whether that means that you're spending the week searching for instant gratification, cutting all your ties that have been dragging you down, or focusing on your passion project that you've been shelving for other responsibilities, it's bound to be good for you and your mental health.

After all, what's life worth living for if it's not worth living for yourself?

► This log covers June 13th-June 16th.
► 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 someone else's self-love is too detrimental to your own, please let us know here.

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Rita Du Clark | ota east island

[unheeled]

HOT SPRINGS

[ Love is the best, in Rita's POV, suck it.

Your resident zombie princess brat spy (kinda) from Seattle is enjoying the hell out of the hot springs. She's wearing a two-piece and has her glorious white-blond hair up in a bun as she soaks, showers off, or lounges somewhere the steam will warm her up. She's beauty, she's grace, she's pale as old lace.

This event is Rita's day to day life turned to 21.

(option 1)

To Hot Men (tm) she will smirk and say, ] Hey, handsome, you dtf? [ Yep. The letters DTF. ] I have magic condoms. Safety guaranteed.

[ (option 2)

To anyone else, she'll smirk and say, ] Came to enjoy my company, I see. Don't stay unless you have something interesting to talk about. Life's too short to be bored and annoyed.

[restinglichface]

[Make that two beautiful women in two pieces with their white-blond hair tied up and out of the way. Lup's soaking in the water, head tipped back and eyes closed, dark lashes fanned out against her sharp cheekbones, thoroughly content to just lounge in this space until Rita's voice drags her back in from her drifting thoughts.

Lup peeks an eye open at the other woman and grins.]

Hun, I'm the most interesting woman on this whole island. Trust me. Boring doesn't even exist when I'm around.

[abyssalarcana]

[Caedra doesn't often spend time in the hot springs. No real reason for that, in particular, and in fact, today seems like just the day to go lounge in the water for a little while.

It's the funniest thing, though, she realizes as she arrives and looks out over the pools. Rita seems to be wearing something resembling a couple tiny strips of fabric. Not the sort of bathing wear she's accustomed to the northerners wearing on those few summer days when it was warm enough to enter the water. The women in Hafeld, those brave enough to swim, wore something that covered far more skin. That was what she had expected to see, given the paleness of these people and their Liondean habits.

At Ironhold, of course, if lounging in a heated pool is the activity of the hour, it is done in the nude. Why wear anything at all?

Caedra spares Rita a curious glance as she pulls off her boots and begins to unbutton her outer layer. At least they share an appreciation for fashion, curious as the differences may be.]

I suppose that depends on what you consider interesting, then. Is there a name for that little outfit you have on?

[stealyoursoul]

[See this ridiculously handsome guy just sitting in the hot springs looking like someone who has never enjoyed them before? (He hasn't.) He kind of looks like a deer in headlights when Rita propositions him. He might not know what DTF means but he knows what condoms are. It takes him a long moment to find his voice.]

Are you talking to me?

[Despite being in his twenties, Leo's basically the biggest virgin ever. He's never even kissed anyone before. Most of his life had been spent in a military operation, so there hadn't exactly been a whole lot of time for romance for the already socially-awkward Sunai monster.]

Whistler [OTA] - will match format

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Throughout the Event

So far as Whistler is concerned, loving oneself equates being allowed to simply be oneself to the nth degree. Which, in his case, involves doubling down on his hermit-lifestyle while also indulging in some harmless fun, namely prank calling people.

Should you be so lucky to be on the receiving end of one of these you might get any of these starters:

"Hello. Is Mr. Wall there?"

"Hello. I am calling to confirm your order male strippers for a bachelor party. "

"Hi. I'm looking for someone, last name Buttz, first name Seymour"

And of course the classic stand-by:

"Hey. Is your refrigerator running?"

[restinglichface]

After the last few events, she's absolutely living for this one. Especially when some stranger starts calling her regarding strippers.

Oh yeah, this is living her best life.

"Male strippers, huh? Oh def, that was totes my order. Send 'em all right this way, my guy. Chop chop!"

[am_i_a_monster]

Abigail recognizes the Seymour Buttz prank immediately.  In the good mood she's been in, it seems hilarious. A smile spreads her face as she replies.

"Sorry, you just missed him.  He went to go visit his friend, Mr. Jass.  You might know him by his first name, Hugh.   Seymour Buttz always wants to see more of him."

Rosen [OTA] - will match format

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen woke with a sense of clarity and calmness of the like he's not experienced since he was a much younger man. As he got up, got dressed, and got his breakfast together he felt a distinct lack of any obligation or need to do anything other than stay in the house and to attend to his own wants.

There's no sense of needing to go to work, certainly no desire to look at the network. For now he can pretend that everyone else is far away in some sphere that has no bearing on his life.

Come afternoon he finds himself at the piano, peacefully easing the relaxing tones of Simon and Garfunkel or Sammy Davis Jr. out of the keys.

Perhaps if you are on the South Island and you pass by near enough the house you might hear the music from the open window. Perhaps even you'll want to visit...to participate.

Come on in. The door is unlocked]

[stealyoursoul]

[Music is definitely one of Leo's biggest passions, the thing that brings him an intense amount of joy. He'd been playing purely for the love of the music on his guitar. So his ears were attuned to hearing anyone else who had the same passion he did. He could hear the refrains of some old songs coming from one of the houses.

He's drawn inward, guitar strapped to his back. When he finds the door open, he just walks right on in, because what are manners? He listens until the last refrains of the song are done. He gives the man a once-over look to ascertain the state of his soul, whether sinner or innocent.]

You play well.

[nascere]

[ Noctis wanders. There's still so much of this place that he doesn't know exist, and the whole island-shifting thing didn't make things easier. Even so, he's taking advantage of the pleasantness of the morning. It's not long after that he hears the clear, crisp notes of the piano, and he follows after it, charmed.

This strange city, with all its marvels and its habits, definitely does have countless surprises up its sleeve. So he tracks the music, and when he finds the door unlocked, slowly pushes it open and enters, careful not to disturb the person within. ]

Delmar [OTA] - Will Match Format

[imhisaunt]

South Island - At the Bakery

[The customer flow has gotten much lighter since the city was split into islands. Often Delmar found himself with the place to himself for large chunks of time and for the most part that had put a bit of a damper on his mood. After all, he'd wanted the bakery to be for everyone. Something to make people happy. And now it was so very hard for them to reach.

But strangely today he woke up feeling alright with everything. Unbothered by the fact that the bakery was empty that morning. In fact he even indulged just a little bit and snuck a cupcake for himself before getting to work. And then, as the day passed on, he got a little itch in the back of his mind for some fun. From the basement he got out the boombox and cds Bakura had gotten for him from the coliseum many months ago and, setting a CD of misc. big band music from the 1940s into place, Delmar got back to work. At first just his head bops back and forth to the music, then a tapping of his foot, and sooner or later he's dancing as he rolls dough and puts trays in the oven.

And you know what? He's good at it. ]

Delmar's apartment - West Island

[At home, Delmar slips into his colorful striped pajamas and his bright yellow slippers and proceeds to bundle himself into a pile of blankets to drink tea and to read or perhaps to work on one of his crossword puzzles. Now and again he decides to do something silly like go to his closet and put together the most ridiculous outfits he can think of just to giggle at himself in the mirror...

The point is to feel entirely at ease and for once in his life get to just be silly and to have being silly be ok.

If you're a friend feel free to come visit, to join him in his den of blankets and home cooked meals. He'd love to have your company.]

at the bakery

[outofthefire]

[now that there are boats, Laura can split her time between the bakery and the speakeasy properly. she's in a good mood herself, humming a little tune under her breath as she rolls out dough for pie crust.

then Delmar turns on the music. she's heard stuff like this at parties at the Great Northern, she's danced to it before. in the mood she's in, she sees it all through a warm haze of nostalgia.

she giggles happily as she watches Delmar dance and can't help herself. she sidles on up and says]

Excuse me, I'm cutting in.

Delmar's apartment

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery hasn't actually seen Delmar since the move and she's missed him, so once the boat goes to the West Island, she's off to see her friend.

she's feeling simply wonderful, thank you, and she's more than happy to share her good mood with one of her dearest friends.

she knocks on the door and calls out]

Delmar? It's me, Margaery! Let me in!

Semiyon [ota + 1 closed]

[bespectacledsnake]

OTA: Hot Springs

[Semiyon lived the first half of his life in the temperament climate of Russia. Unforgivably cold winters and petulantly warm summers with none of the benefits of a summer destination. A hot summer day in Moscow was sticky and dirty compared to the beautiful beaches and blue skies of Israel, the home of the second half of his life.

Israel has spoiled him for sun and sea and quite successfully transformed him to a creature who needs the warmth to feel as though life is worth living. After all, without the comfort of warmth, what was the point of anything he had worked for? To work and to work to still be cold and miserable is almost worse than where he had started, simply being cold and miserable by chance of birth.

So, in the spirit of loving himself, Semiyon has retreated from the obnoxious chill drizzle of this new location and into the luxurious warmth of the hot springs. A wine glass in one hand and his head eased back against a cushion, he is at peace with all things in this moment]

Closed to Caedra: Shopping

[Semiyon woke up with a sense that this day, for whatever reason, should not go to waste. It should not be yet another day spent sipping wine on the couch hoping Newton passes through to be caught for conversation. No. Today he feels a sense of optimism and enthusiasm and for this reason he comes around knocking at Caedra's door.

She is just the right company he'd like to have for such a day]

[abyssalarcana]

[Caedra, meanwhile, has been lounging indoors, away from that gray sky, a whole pot of coffee to herself as she works on a new piece of writing. The detailed descriptions of violence against the creatures of the universe are full of self-indulgent gore and revelry, a small departure from her usual work that speaks heavily of her fantasies rather than her technical writing ability.

She's so engaged that the knock takes her by surprise, when normally she might have heard the footsteps. She languidly looks up from the page, then goes to get the door and smiles when she sees who it is.]

Oh! Semiyon, I'm glad it's you. Did you want to come in?

Hot Springs

[myrealname]

[Jane spent the past four years in London. dreary, cloudy, rainy London. so dreary, cloudy, rainy islands aren't that big of a shock to her.

these hot springs, though, these she could get used to. they're a nice bit of luxury in the midst of the near total absence of it.

Jane strips down to nothing but her pink bob wig before easing herself into the water with a sigh of pleasure]

Oh, this is nice. I could get used to this.

Seel OTA + 1 Closed

[dreamsallotted]

Shopping: anywhere (OTA)

Seel was shopping, that much was obvious. He needed a new wardrobe. What was also fairly obvious was that he had completely redone his hair. Gone were the light brown, neatly arranged hair. Instead, it was dyed a multitude of different colors, flashes of black and red and yellow, green and blue, braids and dreads interspersing. He had some adornments already, but he was looking for more.

He also clearly needed new clothes. Why was he dressed like this again? It wasn't him. Not really. It was who he had become.

What if he didn't want to be that person anymore?

Seel held up a a piece of tasseled leather. A vest maybe.

"What do you think?" Don't give him the wrong answer.

West Island: Home (Closed to Swift)

The bathroom looked like Seel murdered someone in it, as well as a a fairy, a unicorn and a smurf. It was an array of colors, just like Seel's new hair, all reds and blacks and yellows, with bits of blues and greens. He'd finished braiding and dreading it, adding bits of things he'd found in the shops, beads and feathers and rags and tassels. Why had he stopped doing this? Oh right, Thiede. Immanion. Respectability. Which was all bullshit because fucking Tharmifex had pink streaks.

Looking vaguely up at the ceiling, Seel gestured with his middle finger, just in case Thiede was watching on prime time.

"Fuck you."

Seel in actuality was lying on the couch sipping a glass of sheh, new clothes arrayed in front of him, assortments of things that didn't look like they could possibly go together. Bits of leather with tassels that looked like they came out of a western, items with fur, ripped clothing, or perhaps, clothing Seel purposefully destroyed in the name of art.

He held something up, contemplating it with another piece.

It was really a shame Flick wasn't around to clean up that bathroom. Seel certainly wasn't doing it.

Seeeeeeeeeeeel

[swiftlet]

At least they had boats now. That had been a tense few days. The whole situation was hardly ideal, and certainly inconvenient still, but at least it wasn't ridiculously hot anymore. That by itself almost made the whole thing worth it, although it did make it that much more complicated to go anywhere and do anything.

In short, Swift was going a little crazy. He'd taken to going on walks lately, but there were only so many times he could wander the one island before he jumped off and tried to swim. Of course that meant leaving Seel unsupervised, but he hadn't been too much of a menace lately. Small victories were still victories.

Eventually he made his way back to the house, distracted and a little damp, but no worse for wear, really. When he opened the door, though, he had a moment of panic seeing a har with colorful hair lying on his couch before he identified him as Seel. Logically, he'd known Seel had looked different before he'd known him, he just hadn't really considered just how different that was.

And that wasn't even mentioning the clothes on the floor.

"Seel? What is all this?"

damien scott | ota

[inthewar]

>> HOT SPRINGS

[ Damien is feeling really fucking good, and he doesn't care why. Everything is great, and he just wants to enjoy himself. He's all about the good life right now. With the weather like it's been, he figures everyone's probably gonna hit up the hot springs, but that works just fine for him, especially if there are some ladies around.

He's always a flirt, but even moreso now, brimming with more confidence than usual, and completely unconcerned with anything else beyond just having a good time.

Heading down to the hot springs, Damien quickly strips out of his jeans and hoodie, and honestly he debates just stepping into the water naked because why the fuck not, but he manages to show just a little restraint, and he keeps a pair of swim trunks on. The water is relaxing, and he lets out an obviously contented sigh, just enjoying himself.

A little while later, he smiles when a pretty lady joins him, and he's unashamedly flirtatious. ]

Damn, I love the view from here.

WINK

[64th]

[ she does look good, doesn't she? if it's at all possible, she manages to look more pleased with herself than she already was. Cashmere preens, and flashes him a large smile. ]

Smart man. And an incredibly handsome one.

[ Cash moves closer to him, still beaming. ] I think it's rare that two people as attractive as us find each other, don't you?

Leo Flynn | OTA

[stealyoursoul]

East Island

Leo was a simple soul for a monster. What made him feel joy in doing things for himself were a few different things. Playing his music was one of them, especially when he had an audience. So for the first time in a while, he actually bothered leaving the house. He moves around the island, iPod in his ears, and his guitar looped over his back.

When he finds suitable spots (as far away from the water as he can get) where he thinks people will hear him, he pulls the guitar off his back, puts his iPod buds in his ears to find suitable songs to play, and then starts to strum his guitar, everything coming to him by the instincts all Sunai possess. He's the best guitar player anyone is likely ever heard as he plays a range of songs.

These songs won't cause anyone to fall under his spell, his voice canceling out the hypnotic effect his guitar otherwise possesses when he plays.

Anywhere

However, there's a darker side to the thing that Leo decides he deserves. He's had no true souls to eat since he got here. Oh sure, Hope's been making sure he doesn't starve, but there's a big difference between eating McDonald's all the time and making your own burger on the grill.

So he'll play and see if any little sinners fall prey to the music. There's a haunting refrain played on his guitar that travels through the air. Those that tuned into his first network post will recognize it as being the same one he had played then. For both innocent souls and sinners alike, it will draw them in towards him, wanting to listen more. But for those with sins on their souls, they'll feel the need to tell him what lies upon their souls, confessing all the wickedness they've done.

Those are the ones he wants. He's searching for a meal made up of a sinner's soul to devour and he's none too picky whom gets caught in his web.

[Be sure to check out his permissions post if you haven't already.]

West Island

[am_i_a_monster]

Abigail wanders along, enjoying the familiar music.   She remembers it from the network with the same calm, happy feelings washing over her.   

There's another feeling too, a sense that she can unburden herself of all the guilt from her past and replace it with a sense of being soothed, maybe even forgiven. No more nightmares and no more seeming as she's been followed by the ghosts of those that died because of her actions.   

It's a very tempting thought and she continues walking, none of the usual paranoia entering her mind.   She simply wants to find the source of that music.   She believes she deserves the peace that she's convinced it will bring to her.

Isabel Evans | OTA

[thechristmasnazi]

[ The Hot Springs ]

[ Roswell doesn’t have anything like this. Roswell doesn’t have a Starbucks. These islands weren’t the giant leap closer to civilization that Isabel had been hoping for. Roswell still had it beat in that aspect. She can tell that it’s a special place, though. As she relaxes in the hot spring, she lets out a long sigh and takes a slow look around, surveying her company and the scenery that surrounds them.

What she really hopes for is that she can be open here. She has her doubts that there’s anything like her world’s FBI, agents combing the world looking for aliens to interrogate and dissect, and she’s been keeping a close eye out for Kilgrave. Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Isabel isn’t going to wind up hurt or manipulated in this world. This is her second chance. No mistakes.

She snaps out of her own thoughts and looks over to someone not far from where she sits. Her lips curve into a warm smile and she pulls her long, damp blonde hair out of the water and pulls it over one shoulder. ]

God, this is nice, isn’t it?

[ Isabel sighs and sinks just an inch deeper into the water. ]

[ Wildcard! ]

[ Surprise me! ]

[Hot Springs]

[poisonprincess]

[Evangeline isn't really one for hot springs, not usually. Not when water wasn't really her friend. Especially when it came to her abilities.

However, she'd decided to experiment a little and smiles when she sees Isabel. A part of her wonders if the girl was one of the few that showed up. After all, Hadriel had quite a few that did that every once in a while.

So Isabel gets a warm smile.]

It is nice. How different is it from where you're from?

Jade Curtiss | OTA

[tenuousmorality]

The Speakeasy

Jade had been here for all of two days and those days had been spent acquiring lodgings, familiarizing himself with the fact that there was wireless communication here through phones (which honestly, is the most hilarious name for a communications device to him and only him), snagging some supplies for day to day living, and coming to terms with his current entrapment.

The latter of these things had been weighing heavily on his mind, he had to admit.

And yet, on the third day of his little trip to Hadriel, he found himself devoid of too many concerns; or at least, they'd been pushed to the very edges of his mind.

Jade Curtiss was not a self-care kind of man. He didn't love himself so much as scoff at his own age and hide personal trivia he found irrelevant to general conversation from others. Still, he did enjoy the simple things.

Drinking was one of those simple things, if not one he did to excess. That being said, he was possessed of the urge to partake just a little more than usual, because obviously he's not a colonel here, is he? Why police himself? Why police anyone?

So he can be found in the Speakeasy, casually drinking whatever hard liquor he deems fit for consumption.

Jade's no lush, of course, but several drinks in he's a little less rigid than usual, and with absolutely no care as to proper manners in a bar, he is just as likely to insult whatever patron sits next to him as he is to converse appropriately.

[[OOC: Since I like mixing things up, this one is choose your own adventure! Choose one of these options and roll with it! I'll come up with a response based on your character's appearance/age/etc. For the first two, you can just respond with A or B and/or a basic description of your character walking up and I'll do the rest!

A. Casual Conversation - Jade isn't a jerk
B. Insult - Jade is...Jade
C. Wildcard - Your character walks up for a drink and I choose the scenario =P)]]

A. Casual Conversation

[outofthefire]

[Laura's working behind the counter at the Speakeasy. she's a beautiful young girl of seventeen with stylish (for 1989) hair and big blue eyes which she knows how to use to entice people.

she's been having a great day. she can't quite put her finger on why exactly, but whatever it is, she's hoping it stays. she doesn't feel the guilt or trauma of her past so keenly.

she smiles at the newcomer and asks]

Another drink?

Celebrimbor | Open

[handofsilver]

(Song & Shore)

(He is a child of Arda; a child of Eru. When he wakes, he slips out of his bed and dines on a light breakfast. Then he prepares himself with care, braiding his hair with various ornaments and donning the few pieces of jewelry he owns. His clothing is loose and just a little sensual - who can say no to silken material - and he goes out without shoes.

His voice is raised in song as he walks and his steps seem lighter - his limp less noticeable. He is drawn to the water and if his way is unimpeded, he will pause on the shore and stand very still. It doesn't take long for him to seem like another part of the scenery. He is at peace. He is a child of nature. Perhaps he is more like a light rain shower rather than a sunny day, but he is part of the cycle - even in this strange land called Hadriel.

The sea has always called to his people. Many feel at one with it and he now quietly, serenely recalls why.)

(Hot Springs)

(His old scars do not stop him from stripping down to nothing and slipping into the hot, inviting water. Celebrimbor needs the heat more than most and he groans in contentment as it helps his body relax. If he is making any of his companions uncomfortable, well, he will apologize. But surely they too are enjoying the effect of the spring?

He stretches out his long legs and winces faintly, feeling a twinge of pain through his right thigh. But it can't destroy his mood. Tipping back his head, he forgets the discomfort and instead focuses on the stars.)

Glorious.

hot springs

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery is no blushing virgin, but the sight of the elf stripping down to nothing to join her in the hot spring gives her pause. she's wearing a bathing suit which is more than a bit risqué, but still covers all of the important bits. she found it in the shops today after her elation dragged her on a shopping spree. she has many items of clothing that she's going to take apart and refashion into something new.

but, yes. the hot springs. she's doing her best to keep her attention focused on his face]

Are you enjoying yourself?

Epsilon | closed to Tucker

[epsilol]

[ There was something weird in the air recently, though Epsilon couldn't quite put his finger one what it was. Whatever, probably wasn't important. There was better shit to think about anyways. For once he wasn't hating the whole human body thing. It wasn't that bad, really.

Whatever else came out of this, he didn't avoid looking himself in the mirror as he got ready in the morning. Church was practically downright mellow because who the fuck needed the stress of freaking out over every little thing? A big part of his day was spent chilling out, occasionally just shooting the shit with the others.

It's kinda nice.

Of course chilling out is thirsty work so what does he do? He goes for a beer. Except the only one left has a note on it. Tucker's! Don't even think about it! Hm. ]

Fuck that noise.

[ Yeah, not having a beer just because dibs have already been called sounds stupid. Sorry Tucker, guess who's crumpling that note and drinking the last beer right there where anyone can see. ]

[lovernotafighter]

[Stupid? It was stupid?! Hell no, it was rules, international rules, rules long ago decided by them back in Blood Gulch...which, sure, Epsilon hadn't been there but it was still ongoing, still moving. Dibs was an important factor to peace and peace keeping strategy.

Which makes sense as to why Epsilon wouldn't honor it.

The former AI wasn't the only one who was feeling a little better lately: Tucker had found some peace in things for awhile, in his place here, had let some of the guilt go and just lived each day as best he could. Going out, talking, a few more door-locking sessions than normal, he was in a Good Place.

It felt like it had been awhile since that happened.

And all of that dipped by degrees when he came in and saw Epsilon drinking his beer. Motherfucke-]

Hey! Didn't you see the note? I had dibs! [And he marched over, reaching for it.]

Jo Harvelle | West Island

[knifecollecting]

[Jo doesn't really take time to relax. She's always trying to do something useful.

Collect food, or supplies, or help others. They were all stuck together, after all, and she had always been one to help others.

This morning she doesn't want to do anything like that. This morning she wanted to go lay on the beach, even if it wasn't that warm. She had always wanted to spend time on coasts...It had just never happened back home, before.

And now there was a chance.

She had collected some food, water, and a blanket before heading for the beach. Eventually, she found a nice spot and set up, sprawling out under the partly-cloudy sky.]

That's more like it.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin comes sloshing and bounding up the rocky beach, having moored the boat in the shallow water under a cliff. He's exploring the coasts of all the islands with a few friends. They're fishing and he's looking for people on the shorelines. And there is Jo! He approaches. ]

Jo Harvelle! It's been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?