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Event Log: A Jar Full of Sunshine
Who: Everyone!
What: The Jar Full of Sunshine event
Where: Throughout the city
When: May 3rd-May 9th
Warnings: Fireflies as a conduit for drug use. Annoyingly catchy songs.
What: The Jar Full of Sunshine event
Where: Throughout the city
When: May 3rd-May 9th
Warnings: Fireflies as a conduit for drug use. Annoyingly catchy songs.
On May 3rd, you may wake up and notice that something is different about the cave. Are you sure it's the daytime? Maybe you didn't sleep long enough, because it still seems pretty dark outside. Or, of course, the gods are messing with the lights again.
This time, however, it seems like it's actually a good thing. Sometime around the afternoon, some smaller lights begin to appear around the city, trickling in from Delight's temple and flickering on and off. These fireflies are brighter than what you might be used to, but being illuminated by their light will mysteriously allow a small surge of joy to rumble through you.
By May 4th, the shops are stocked with large mason jars, and you can start distributing them and using them to catch these fireflies as you wish. They're most concentrated in and around Delight's temple, but by now, the delight-erflies are pretty fairly spread throughout the city.
Be careful (or don't) of how many you catch! 1-3 fireflies in a jar will be enough to give you a mild emotional boost, at 4-6 you might be able to realize that you're definitely happier than you used to be, at 7-10, you can definitely tell that something is making you more cheerful, warm and happy. Beyond 10 fireflies, the additional effect gets smaller the more fireflies you capture, but it will still continue to build until you may just spend the next few days wrapped around your firefly jar in a pleasantly drugged stupor.
Just, uh... don't forget to eat.► This log covers May 3rd-May 9th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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► Did you OD on fireflies (is that even possible)? Please remember to hit up our death post!
Liquid Snake | Metal Gear | OTA
[Liquid was in a bad mood as usual. This time he nearly smashed his knee against a rock in the pitch dark. Why did it have to be so damn dark in this cave? The gods having another joke? Well, it wouldn't be on him this time. Grunting with annoyance the blond looked up to see tiny yellow dots in the dim. Were they dots? They got closer and he could see tiny wings on them all. Were they fireflies?]
Killer fireflies now? Whatever next.
[As usual Liquid guessed that the gods were sending these fireflies out to get everyone. Was he wrong? He hoped so.]
May 4th:
[Liquid had changed his mind about the fireflies since the day before. They weren't out to kill him and they actually felt good. Or rather, they made him feel good. Sort of warm and fuzzy. That's why he was now clutching a glass jar in his hands, trying to catch more. It seemed he wasn't the only one trying to snatch a tiny bug of hope in the dim light.]
Come here! I won't hurt you I promise.
[A promise he actually meant this time, as he swiped his jar upwards in the firefly hoard managing to catch a few. He felt the warm feeling wash over him and could almost get drunk on how good it felt.]
Yes. That's it. [Liquid smiled and held the jar close. No more anger. No more revenge. He wanted to feel good.]
kate galloway | open
[ Artificial days are still days. So, like every day, Kate's up before the city begins to grow lighter, sat on a rooftop with her hoodie zipped and drawn up over her hair. The meandering paths spread out before her and she tucks her legs into her chest, exhaling and letting time pass.
Her mind, as it does every day, wanders off in all directions. Of stories her mother used to tell her every morning, watching the sunrise from the roof of their house. To thoughts of life here. She needs to pick up some meat, so hunting will have to be a thing later. The thought sends shivers down her spine (or maybe that's just the cold).
She loses track of time until she checks her phone and blinks, checking it again. Hours passed without her notice, and without the city becoming any lighter. ]
The hell? [ Kate hops off the roof and onto the street, looking at her phone once again. ]
... Who fucked with the lights? [ She grumbles, complete with frustrated arm flick. Sorry if you happen to be walking that way. ]
2: MAY THE THIRD ; AFTERNOON
[ The caves proved... well, as fruitful as ever, and Kate carries a cloth sack of dead creature that (still!) absolutely stinks of blood and has her swallowing loudly with each breath because the spit and bile rise in her throat every time it catches her nose.
It's as dark as it was before, like the gods have just given up trying to pretend this isn't a fucking hole in the ground, and Kate only knows which way to go because she's done this trek far too often already since ending up here. So she walks on autopilot, trying to think of anything but the smell and weight of the carcass she hauls along.
Something flits just in front of her. A little, glowing speck of light she follows with her eyes, right until it hovers just in front of her face and she feels warm. Truly warm, like the darkness isn't a nuisance and she's carrying fresh flowers rather than dead beasts. She reaches her free hand out, to try and catch the little bug, but it dances off, in the direction she's supposed to be walking, and Kate follows.
When she sees people, she actually turns to greet them, rather than giving a stiff nod and trying to ignore them as usual. ] Hey.
3: WILDCARD
[ Anything else! ]
morning!
which is, naturally, to come about in the first place.
he's out in the street when she hops down from the roof, just narrowly missing that arm flick that might have ended up stinging a little considering it would have hit him square in the ribs - and he takes a cursory step back, blinking a couple of times, possibly making this face right here as she's making her outburst. )
My guess? ( hi kate. ) One of the gods.
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That's when he encounters Kate hopping down from her rooftop perch. He doesn't quite recognize her given the concealing clothing that she's wearing, so the alien goes tense, lifting his shoulders and then his fists. It isn't until he hears her voice that he realizes he knows her, and at that point he relaxes slightly.] Who else but the gods? [He answers, sounding just about as disgruntled as her.] I wonder what they are up to this time.
Ok but now i just imagined glacius in a hoodie for concealment and i can't stop laughing
i have actually drawn this before. i should draw it again, but better
aaaa bless cute.
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Bianca | Open
She hasn't yet apologised, though she feels she might any day now. Meanwhile, she holds her head high and walks around the city with a catlike air of totally having meant to do that despite all appearances.
She's in the park when she encounters the first fireflies, and at first she just thinks how pretty.
Then she catches herself smiling.
Half an hour later, she's lying on her back in the long grass, her face and hair jewelled with fireflies. This is how being drunk always feels like it's going to feel - that magical moment when the spirit expands in your chest, bright and ripe with possibility, before its edges fracture into headaches and sour breath. This is perfect. Bianca feels she may never move again.]
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With no mason jars at her disposal (yet), Emily has been content to seek out little swarms of them and spent time in their glow. So of course, when she sees Bianca covered in them, that's where Emily goes, kneeling next to her in the grass and reaching a hand out to touch Bianca's hair.
There are five or six fireflies clinging to Emily's clothes, so she's plenty happy; but when another one goes from Bianca's cheek to Emily's forearm, she almost beams.
She definitely giggles.]
Fuck yeah this is nice.
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steve rogers | ota
[The cave's darker than it should be today, hiding who knows what, giving cover to whatever monsters might venture in from the tunnels. Steve has a bad feeling about it, enough to make him scurry away from the window and hastily pull on his boots. Something's coming, and he's gotta do whatever he can to get ahead of it. God just didn't give him the good sense to run away.
He almost stumbles on his way down that single flight of stairs, but catches himself with a little help from the railing. It feels like his first lucky break in awhile, so Steve forces himself to catch his breath. When he looks up, something takes it right away again.
The slight blond stands up straight, blinking at the hundreds - thousands of fireflies, like the air itself is shimmering. He's never seen anything like it, and he's awed before the first one even floats his way.
Steve lifts a hand to it, and one of the glowing bugs lands on the back of his slender fingers. He turns his hand as it travels across them, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.]
Things ain't always so bad here. Is that what you're trying to tell me?
...that planet earth turns s l o w l y. (May 4-9)
[Steve loves the cave now. He doesn't even question why he caught a jar full of fireflies - it's not the sort of thing he'd normally do, more content to just let 'em be. But he loves these fireflies. He's even named them - half after saints, the other half after the Dodgers line-up.
He's laying on his stomach, face practically pressed to the glass as he watches them light up, casting an unearthly glow on his face. He should feel cold, lying on the ground like that, but Steve feels anything but cold.
Hell, he might even invite someone to lie down with him. Share the warmth, right?]
May 6, maybe?
The soldier doesn't like it. The Steve he knows is suspicious, stubborn, calculating... and isn't quick to trust a single thing about the cave and what can be found in it. That he's thrown all of that away so easily...
Something's off.
He follows Steve around once he fully decides something's wrong, and he's just been... lying on the ground and chattering at those fireflies like they're his best friends.
It's almost enough to make a deadly assassin feel jealous.
More importantly, he hasn't seen Steve eat yet today. He's managed to find some bread and cheese, so he approaches Steve cautiously with wary expression as he bats a firefly away from his face.]
Steve.
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May 5th
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now featuring reading comprehension success
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Wade Wilson | Marvel 616 | Open!
[He'd been wary of the insects at first. Ever since his disastrous encounter with the enticing treasure chests with teeth, Wade hadn't exactly wanted to take things at face value this time. Appearances could be deceiving, after all, and this place didn't exactly do much to inspire confidence. But something about them-- whether it was their pretty glow or the little kid inside him that hadn't quite been smothered under a suffocating layer of cynicism-- drew him to them after a while. Attracted him, you might say-- much like a moth is attracted to a dangerous flame or a bug zapper. Before Wade knows it, he already has a jar in his hand poised to catch the brightly flashing bugs. After all, they were only small insects. What could it hurt?]
May 4-9
[In hindsight... he may have overdone it just a tad. Anyone venturing into the city will find Wade lying supine in an alcove, his body wreathed in the overwhelming glow of a dozen jars of fireflies. Occasionally, he shifts where he lies, chuckling drunkenly to himself about god knows what. His face hurts-- he can't remember the last time he'd smiled this much. Truth be told, he doesn't really care. The depression is all but gone, as are the feelings of isolation and loneliness and despair. He doesn't need Jesse. He doesn't need Henry. He doesn't need Travis or Clementine or Jessica or any of the other friends he's lost. Truth be told, they seem far away now, as if remnants of an unpleasant dream he'd had the good fortune to wake from. Wade feels, for the very first time, completely and totally at peace.]
may 4
Besides, killers don't deserve that much happiness.
That doesn't mean she's not going to take advantage of the situation. The fireflies have stilled this man, and have likely made him stupid. Which is why Arya slips beside him, and with a careful hand, starts digging in his pockets, trying to ignore how good it feels right here, how she could just lean back and everything would be a-okay... ]
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May 9?
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Re: May 3
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sam winchester ✘ supernatural. ota and will match format!
may 4th; catching lightning in a bottle.
may the fourth be with u
MISTAKE!!!
[He bellows, immediately contrite. The proximity of so many of the fireflies have made him a great deal less volatile than usual, and apologetic on top of it.]
and also with u also KRIEG I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY RN.
I'M SO SORRY
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may 4th!
happy claps!
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Sanji Vinsmoke | One Piece | OTA
Sanji frowns around an unlit cigarette, dropping down his intake as much as he can stand but never willing to be without one dangling from the corner of his mouth. A firefly lights on the very tip, glowing warmly as if making a mockery of his abstinence. He scowls, but in time the frown is smoothed away by some distant sensation of peace. Tranquility. It's... pleasant. It should piss him off, but he finds even his volatile mood to find some peaceful middle-ground.
More of them light around his shoulders, settle just off center of his necktie like some stylish, high-tech pin from one of Tanagura's finest boutiques -- and he cups his hands gently around it, watching the glow filter through his gloved fingers. He's given up trying to brush them off and now he's less inclined to do so. This is the best he's felt in weeks! But you might not be able to tell from the way he tries so hard to look grumpy. ]
Oi... [ He asks anyone near him. ] You got a jar handy?
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It's a strange feeling. He almost doesn't have a word for it. It feels like his rare moments with Veil, which were long ago, when he could forget the Badlands for an hour or two.
It is also why he isn't annoyed at all when someone talks to him out of nowhere. Sunny turns around. Granted, he isn't smiling, but he's not frowning, either.]
Sure. [He offers a glass jar without hesitation. His good mood means he's more than open to sharing. He even offers an unusual comment:] They're nice, aren't they?
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I'm sorry for the wait, work was nuts!
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Krieg | will match whatever format
Re: 3-5th
What the?-
-oh, it's you. Having fun, Krieg?
[Liquid brushed his arm and noticed the big man having fun rather than waving his axe around in a rage. Were the bugs calming him? It would seem so.]
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may 3rd - 5th
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6th!
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8th; fashionably late to this party!
it's never too late
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Ronan Lynch | mostly ota
[Like most of the others, Ronan is a little confused as to why the cave is so dark during midday, but his question is answered rather quickly when he leaves the house and notes the fireflies on the street.
Curious, Ronan follows them, tries to track loosely where they're coming from, while the raven on his shoulder seems more and more interested in the passing little bugs than she probably should be. It doesn't take Ronan long to notice this, before he shoots her a look, his mouth pulled in a frown- though it's hard to be annoyed when he gets closer to the insects.]
Don't fucking eat them. I'm pretty sure they're poisonous.
[There's a pause, and he seems almost content to leave it at that, but her feathers ruffle a little, like she's about to take off, and Ronan reaches up, covering her back with his hand.]
I will stuff you in my jacket.
May 5th
[Thankfully, Ronan has learned his lesson about taking his bird out for a walk while the firefly epidemic is going on. He's also found a few of the mason jars and is sort of making his way toward Delight's temple so he can catch one or two. It's not like he cares or anything- he's ultimately too cool for something as stupid as happiness fireflies- but it's the only interesting thing that's really going on right now, and Ronan has nothing better to do.
So he makes his way down to where they're a little thicker in the city, eyeing the pickings of the area with an appraising look, before nodding toward one of the others nearby.]
Hey- you know how to take care of these things, right?
[This is important. Ronan has two jars in his hands- one empty, and one that he's turned into a nice little terrarium, with sand and split fruit scattered along the bottom, along with what seems to be a damp sponge and random bits of grass and twigs.
Someone came prepared.]
They're gonna die in a day if you just shove 'em in with nothing.
May 5th evening | Closed to Adam and Gansey
[Ronan now has two jars that double as firefly habitats, though only one of them has fireflies in them. He compares the two as Chainsaw makes annoyed sounds from her cage, before taking up the thusfar-lifeless one and moving out of his room, into the living area.
He knows that Adam has been wary to catch fireflies with the others for some reason, but he's not sure if it's because Adam doesn't like the idea of external forces influencing emotions (likely) or because Adam doesn't like the idea of life in his hands (very likely). Both of those options could make this gift rather thoughtless, but he figures that if Adam is against the idea of having the fireflies at all, then he can just give the spare habitat to Blue maybe, or Noah. No harm done.
Still, he thinks of Adam first. Ronan finds him in the kitchen doing the dishes and he slides up next to him, strangely smug as he places the jar on the counter next to the dirty dishes, inviting Adam to take a look.]
What do you think?
5th evening
He turns off the water and dries his hands on a ragged towel, then reaches out to pick up the jar and inspect it.]
You made this?
[It doesn't matter much if Ronan dreamt it up or assembled it himself. Either way, he's good at that sort of thing - Adam might be good at fixing things, but Ronan is good at creating them. It's a skill Adam admires.]
Pretty nice. You gonna go catch some fireflies?
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Gren | TWAU
[Gren doesn't pay all that much attention when the lights dim and there's an influx of fireflies; he's got good enough night vision that the darkness doesn't bother him, and bugs are just bugs. They're more of an annoyance than anything, little flashing lights all over the place.]
[He wouldn't have even noticed that one had landed on him if it hadn't been accompanied by a soft, warm feeling that suffused across his brain. It stops him in his tracks, because Gren doesn't get the warm fuzzies unless they're accompanied by some serious drug use.]
[There's a small flash of light from his arm, and he looks down to see the insect. He flicks it away and the nice feeling disappears just as quickly.]
Fuckin' magic.
[He should've learned by now that nothing magical around here is ever good. Delight's shots certainly weren't, not with the migraine-hangover that he'd gotten afterward.]
[But just having one around wouldn't hurt, right?]
May 4-6 - Open
[With these fireflies, as with potato chips, one is never enough.]
[Especially not once Gren figured out that the effects of these things compounds the more you get in one area, and that if you get enough of them in a jar, just holding the thing feels like taking a hit off a really nice blunt. It's all the benefits of getting high with none of the shitty come-down.]
[He's catching the stupid things and shoving them in jars. He's got a bag filled with empty ones in a bag on his shoulder, clinking together as he hunts them down. Nothing is going to get in the way of him and his firefly high.]
[His main hunting grounds? Down by the river; fireflies like the damp.]
May 5 - Closed to Lilith: Let's Go Fly a Kite
[Gren has pretty much claimed the area around the river as his hunting grounds by now, and he's not particularly keen on sharing it. Sometimes the fireflies die and he has to replace them, and sometimes Rhys takes the jars-- thanks, asshole-- so he can't quite just sit around and be baked out of his mind all day.]
[It pisses him off a little. He just wants to sit around with a case of beer, a few jars of fireflies, and like, he doesn't know, an entire fucking pizza and be not miserable. It's a rare enough experience that he fucking values it, okay, cut him some slack.]
[So he's not real happy when he sees somebody redheaded and bitchy hanging around.]
Hey, fuck off.
May 7 - Closed to Rhys: Pulp Potato
[It had taken some effort, but Gren had managed to catch what he figured were enough fucking fireflies to put him into a hell of a high. This isn't the first time that he's done this sort of thing, and as a Fable, he knows that he'll need several times what a Mundy would take to get the same effect.]
[He was right. It gave him the fucking high of his life, in the same way that an overdose of heroin will, too.]
[Gren is laying on the bed in his room, jars of fireflies nestled in around him. A few of them had tipped over and the lids fell off, freeing their occupants; the liberated bugs were crawling over his arm, his chest, across his face and in his hair. His body is flaccid and his eyes are half-lidded, and though it can only be seen in one of them, his pupils are pinpoint.]
[A bottle of Jack is sitting on the nightstand next to him, uncapped. He had been drinking before the high really set in, and the glass that he'd been using is on the floor, its contents puddling there. Gren's hand dangles nervelessly over the edge of the bed.]
[Turns out that you can OD on fireflies.]
Aces Wild - anything else!
4-6
But alas, the kid's got too many fireflies in his hair and floating in and out of his flowers to remember his own temper.
Eventually, he thinks it'd be a great idea to give his latest clusterfuck of flowers to Gren. Actually it looks kind of nice. Wildflowers wrapped up together with some twine. He should do this for a living. If you could make a living in Hadriel, which you can't. So lame. He lopes along over towards Gren, fireflies still bouncing around the bouquet and in his hair and eventually he stumbles to a stop right there next to where Gren is currently crouching and he just doesn't think all that hard.)
Hey.
(He greets, bending over and holding out the flowers. He gives them a waggle.)
Flowers. You - you can have 'em. They great. They're great, I mean.
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FINALLY IM SORRY
:)
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Newt | OTA.
(The fireflies had been pretty. At least until he realized that the seemed to release some kind of pheromone or something that made everyone act like complete idiots. Mostly because they seemed to forget that the gods probably didn't have any good intentions towards them so why would you trust this. Why is anyone trusting this. Call him paranoid but- well no, he's definitely paranoid. When a firefly lands delicately on the edge of his shoulder, he gives it a particular look and feels a very soft press of contentment swell in his stomach.
Yeah, firefly? Too bad for you that this kid is charged up the ass and back with discontentment. The hell you gonna do?
He slaps his hand over the firefly and crushes it in his palm. He sighs as the feeling of fake contentment washes away and flicks the dead firefly off of his palm. When he notices someone nearby hugging a jar of fireflies and he just kind of groans.)
Oh, come on.
May 5-6: Bouquets and Things
(Misery apparently loves company and in this case, company happens to be fireflies. They're drawn to his garden which really shouldn't have surprised him. Working in the small little mounds and having a bunch of fireflies floating around him in the plants and landing in his hair left Newt feeling dazed and happily so. He winds up picking at some flowers that were growing along the edges of his garden and going to sit just outside of it, forgetting about his work for the time being. There were some fireflies crawling on top of his head. He sat tucked up outside of the garden with his attention focused very intensely on the bunch of flowers.
He began to try and make things because that just sort of seemed like the right thing to do. Flowers were great. Life was great. Everything was great. Except he felt odd, like he wasn't doing something good. But the more fireflies that fluttered around him, the easier it was to forget. He kept on frowning though, a squirming just beneath the skin. Something was wrong about this- but what?
Hell, who cared. He had flowers. He smiles sloppily and finishes off a bouquet and looks so happy with himself. He'll be making a bunch of these and every now and then, stands up and wanders off to approach any random person. He juts out the bouquet of flowers at said stranger and grins.)
Here, look. This- these are for you.
(Annnd yeah he has a bunch of fireflies floating around him and in the flowers. God damn it.)
Make your own adventure option.
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Oh my goodness, kitten, look at you.
[he brushes the glowing insects out of newt's hair and wraps arms around him.]
C'mon home, lovely, you missed lunch.
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Lucifer | Lucifer | OTA - Prose or Action, I'll match what you'd like
[ Lucifer was still getting familiar with his new surroundings. This involved acquiring himself one of the apartments at the top of a spire and then securing himself a few basic creature comforts. Despite the opulence he'd enjoyed in LA, Lucifer was easily as content with simple blankets, change of clothes, hygiene (more because he enjoyed bathing than the mortal need to bath) and some food.
Food really wasn't the same necessity for him that it was for mortals. He enjoyed it, particularly well prepared food and he'd gotten used to the habit of eating on Earth. It was the alcohol that was the real pinch. He was still working out how to find himself a steady supply of that!
In between securing himself a spot, no different than how he'd staked territory back in Hell, he wandered the cave. Investigated the entirety of it and starting to make some forays into the smaller caves where, he'd been told, the monsters like to locate.
He expected today to be no different than the day before and stepped out of the spire, securing his cuffs and mentally debating if he went North or South. It was only once his feet cleared the stoop that he paused to consider the fact that it was still quite dark. ]
Well, well, well then. [ He said, to no one in particular. He had an impeccable internal clock so he didn't even question his sense of time. It should be lighter out, that he knew. ]
What are you little bastards up to now? [ He remarked, more curious than concerned. ]
Lucifer meet firefly; Firefly, Lucifer
[ Lucifer's curiosity about the situation slowly lead him along until he found himself near a structure that appeared ... important.
At least to someone.
He might have explored the temple, were it not for the fact that his attention was more readily drawn to intense concentration of little lights floating about. Standing in place, he looked behind himself and then around the immediate area and then back to the structure, confirming what he'd suspected at first glance; the little lights appeared to be originating or at least congregating around that temple. ]
Huh.
[ Moving to take a step forward, crossed a short distance before one of the lights moved quickly across his face. It was just startling enough to draw him to a stop and in the next minute, he lifted his hand and watched as a lightening bug descended to settle on his index finger.
Drawing it towards himself for closer inspection, Lucifer watched as the bug slowly cycled through it's light display, his lips twitching upwards when the light shinned and then back down when it dimmed. This went on for a few minutes, before the Lord of Hell threw his head back and laughed.
In his own time he regained his composure and addressed himself to the patient little bug on his finger. ]
So that's what you're about. Right, well no playing those games with me you insect ... and I mean that in the polite sense of the term; it's what you are after all. Go on then, go find some other fool to entice. [ He gave his hand a small shake dislodging the bug.
Re-engaged in his curiosity for the temple, Lucifer started to move that way when he became aware that his little companion had simply flown up, turned about and come back to settle on one broad shoulder. Arching his head and tilting his chin so he could eye the bug from the corner of his vision, he arched an eyebrow. ]
Didn't I tell you to go bother someone else? [ The bug glowed and faded and glowed and faded. ]
Listen mate, I'm all for keeping an open mind on certain things but if you're trying to proposition me, I'm going to have to decline on account of ... [ He motioned at his body, pointed at the bug. ] irrevocable incompatibility.
[ The firefly simply continued to glow and fade and after a minute, Lucifer shrugged and went back to walking. ]
Whatever, come along then.
May 5 and onward
[ Lucifer still had his little firefly buddy on his shoulder. In fact at any given time he might have a few fireflies in his hair, on his shoulders, climbing out of his pockets.
He didn't appear to be particularly altered by their presence.
However, he was more than a little curious about what he saw in the behavior and attitudes of the others trapped in this cave with him. This might be why, when given the opportunity, he would pause and point at someone's mason jar. ]
Don't you think you're going a bit overboard with that lot?
Meet the fireflies
She does, however, note the man talking to the overwhelming number of bugs hovering around. And the fact that she begins to feel a whole lot warmer and... Giddier? Than she's felt in literal decades. ]
Why are you talking to an insect? [ she lets out a low chuckle as she asks that, pushing her faded hair back inside the hood of her hoodie. ]
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Maketh Tua | Star Wars: Rebels | OTA
[Almost immediately after getting her shoulder fixed, Maketh resumed her patrols. It’s good to keep a constant schedule with these things and today is no different – even if the sky is. Maketh has managed to get her hands on a pair of binoculars and is currently standing on a shop roof, trying to determine exactly how far the fireflies have managed to spread. So far they don’t appear to be carnivorous, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t harmful.]
[May 5th]
[Someone – perhaps Delight herself – has cleaned up the mess that was left in the bar during the last round of madness. No evidence remains that anything untoward ever happened there, aside from assorted drunken nonsense. The blood and shattered glass has been mopped up, the bottles replaced. Everything looks just as it ought to.
Except for Maketh, currently sitting on the floor by the bar, a notebook and jar of fireflies close at hand. She’s currently giggling, watching the fireflies with rapt, almost drunken attention. Not so long ago she’d been attempting to take notes on them. That was before she got insanely high. Her notes have long since been abandoned.]
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May 5th
"Should let 'em out, sugar, it ain't good for 'em to stay in a jar long."
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Amos Kamiya | OTA
Amos had no idea how much he missed bugs.
Granted, they're magical, because he can't "hear" them (though insects are iffy anyway unless they're very large or very organized) and after a few minutes, he notices the feel-good effect. This combines three of his favorite things: critters, fireflies in summer, and what feels either like being drunk or just a tiny bit high.
Grinning widely, Amos catches a few and walks up to the first person he sees, grinning madly with his hands cupped in front of him. "Hey hey, lookit!"
May 6th: Amos is not putting fireflies in jars. It goes against his odd principles: being able to talk to animals gives you funny ideas about jars and the like. He's simply out wandering, talking to the birds and occasionally catching a firefly to briefly hold, giggling with glee. Oh he likes these, such an excellent gift.
Want something different? Hit me with it!
Evening of the 6th;
While the little bugs are bzzting about already, she has six neatly housed in a jar, flowers and leaves at the bottom. Her arm is stretched out, fingers submerged in the water. Giggling softly as she stares into the ceiling of the cave as the lightning bugs make the rock come to life.
She bursts out in laughter as she pulls her hand from the water, before she calms down and replaces it beneath the surface.
When she looks over and sees him walking by, she calls out.
"Hey! Can you, uh-..."
What's that word. Giggling again.
"Swim! Can you swim?"
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Fiona ( tales from the borderlands )
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[ Fiona had the definitely taken a liking to the fireflies. As the "day" was weening further, the intensity of the lights only increased. Sure, it was annoying to have to advert her eyes if a large flutter (flock? ????) of fireflies mosied into her direction, but they were nice. She could only recall the reflection of light on oversized flies in Hollow Point, so this was a welcome change.
Without even being affected by magic, Fiona's appreciating the bugs for what they were. Seated off a beaten path leading to a selection of soaps, Fiona's busying herself. Right now, she has a notebook - scribbling down notes about what's going on. The top was readable (even upside down) as "Sasha, " - letters that she'll never be able to send, it seems. Fiona was in thought, using the improved lighting to right.
Bug her? ]
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[ Everyone was in such a weird fucking mood! She can't ignore it - people were holding the door open for her, making sure she knew where she was going and... man, she didn't need this type of handout. Fiona concluded that the sudden appearances of mason jars had something to do with it - no, the fireflies.
There's an abundance of broken glass littered around - maybe someone too excited for the joy the jars brought. Butterfingers or tight hugs... who knew? For now, Fiona's boots crunched the glass underneath it and she was left scoffing at one jar that remains on a windowsill - packed to the brim with fluttering flies. Was that 10? 15? She lost count. ]
Oh, damn it. Clean up after your shit, people!
[ She snatches the jar up, ready to chuck it in the nearest bush - but no... there's something keeping her there admiring the twinkling bugs. Snap her out of it, people. ]
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[ Later that day, Fiona had found herself cheek first onto the bar of a local bar. She didn't get very far from where she found the packed jar of fireflies, actually. Her fingernails (which were beginning to chip from their neon paint) scratches idly at the glass. She seems happy - a smile on her face in utter amusement at the winged little insects.
Her hat rests at her side and her slumped over position may seem more concerning from a distant. But, she's definitely going to talk to you if you approach her. ]
These were never back home. Maybe one or two got hit onto my windshield, but unless it was assholes trying to have you for dinner... the animals kind of sucked.
[ Fiona's would be sad, thinking of Sasha and Gortys if she had enough of a brain to. But, she's on a high. A good high. ]
I mean, at least they're here. When everything else is dark and dreary, these little guys... man, who knew they'd be here lighting everything up. That's beautiful.
[ She's not crying. She's not. ]
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Rhys | ota
[Rhys had caught on earlier than some of the others, but wariness of... well, everyone around him had kept him from taking advantage of the situation until the lights had already been out for a solid day. By now, he figures that it's safe enough to go exploring, as long as he keeps to the shadows and tries to catch fireflies where there aren't many people around, so that's exactly what he does.
He takes a jar with him and spends a few minutes frantically flailing around to try to scoop one up in the glass, but after a few moments of this, he goes a little slack. This... this is actually kind of nice.
Rhys abandons his jar for the time being and just goes for a nice little stroll, walking along the street and reaching out to try to grab one, just to hold in a cage of his fingers and let the light shine on his face, before laughing and letting it go. How cute.]
May 6th
[IT'S TIME TO D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL
fireflies. Duel with fireflies. But- not actually kill them, it's just time to try to... you know what, maybe detain would have worked better but the meme is already there and taking it out and thinking of another one would just be extra work, so Rhys sets about dueling-slash-detaining fireflies with fervor.
He won't be distracted again this time, he's going to catch them, he's going to catch all of them.
As soon as he can figure out how to get one in a jar without accidentally setting the other ones free.
Rhys makes a grumbly sound, frustrated, but like, kind of happy about being frustrated as he uncaps the jar and tries to shove the one in his hand down in- only to have the firefly already inside of the jar trickle up and free itself in the space between his fingers.]
Oh, you little- get back in the hole!
[A pause. He giggles, and the other two fireflies in the jar fly free while he's distracted.]
Heh. That's what she said.
May 6th
She laughs as he struggles, her own jar clutched to her chest. There aren't many of the bugs in her jar, she's kept her count to a minimum in an attempt to avoid overdosing herself with the happy glow, but where there is less bug, there is more space for the tree leaves and branches she's put in for them. She is a good bug mom. ]
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adam parrish | open
[Anything new that appears in Hadriel deserves at least a little caution, a touch of wariness. Adam is good at both of those things, so when the fireflies appeared he kept his distance as well as he could. But nothing has happened to make his caution worthwhile, nothing except a mild form of happiness when he got too close. Delight's work, he's sure, and while it doesn't quite sit right with him, it's obviously not a danger, either.
Adam won't catch the fireflies, not when he's sure he'd just kill them through neglect, but he can watch them. He's in the park - a fairly common place to find him, the trees and grass not quite what he misses but still comforting - sitting under a tree and looking up to watch the insects dancing. It's a lovely sight, but the emotion it most stirs up is something like homesickness. Not quite - Cabeswater isn't quite his home - but in moments like this he misses the forest more than he'd be able to say.
He can feel it with him still, its leaves curling against the back of his hand, but it's not really there.
He's disturbed from his reverie by a footstep, and he looks over to see who it might be. It's harder to see in the darkness.]
Hello?
b: may 6th
[Though Adam might not have any idea how to take care of fireflies, it turns out that his friends do. Thanks to a gift and the knowledge that he has somewhere to go for advice, he's decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea to catch a few.
He's still not totally sure about the mood-enhancing properties of the fireflies, but if it's only a few then it isn't that strong. Adam's okay with that. And he knows very well that sometimes you need something to cheer you up, especially in a place like this.
So he's near the river, a jar in his hands, carefully approaching a dancing firefly - and watching as it flies away. Oh. His brow furrows.]
All right, so... how do you get them to stay still?
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Sorry. I'll go.
[He knows Adam doesn't like him or trust him, though Amos is getting along well with Gansey and Noah. But in his hurry to duck out and spare the teenager further dismay, Amos catches the edge of his boot on the other boot, steps back on a root, and after a wild moment of flailing goes over backwards.]
[He hits with a huff and lies there a moment, sprawled. A firefly lands on his nose. Amos blinks, snorts (scaring the bug away) and dissolves into a fit of what could definitely be called giggles. Hurrah for the fireflies: they're good as ecstacy, and without the jaw-spasms too.]
Well that was graceful.
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Ashley | OPEN
[ Ashley sits in the park, a mason jar sat before her. It's almost empty, not a single firefly inside, but she's delicately placing in dirt, patting it in. She's working on her own sort of terrarium; a habitat for the glowing bugs that have been coming out as of late.
She gathers up twigs, and new branches. She cuts out a nice, round chunk of grass that fits neatly into the bottom. She layers carefully, always seeming to put consideration in the next piece that goes in.
When she finishes, she holds it up, admiring it in the light. ]
What do you think? The best lightning bug home, or what?
▍▍▍▍May 5-9th | LATER | Literally Anywhere There Are Bugs
[ Ashley has with her a goldfish net, and is scooping fireflies from the air as if it were as easy as catching fish in a barrel. She catches them, and releases most of them, but the special ones (cuties, she calls them) she tries to gently goad into her jar. They rarely take the bait, escaping between her fingers, but she just laughs it off and catches another.
It's hard to be in a bad mood right now. ]
▍▍▍▍May 6-9th | Anywhere
[ There are eight fireflies in her jar, and when she holds it close to her chest, her heart warms. She's happy, blissful, even. But she knows it can't last, as much as she would like it to.
She puts her jar on the ground, and gently opens up the lid before taking a step back. She's releasing all her fireflies. ]
May 4th
Hey-- [Emily kneels next to her, smiling as she holds up her jar, where seven fireflies flit about.] Yeah, okay, you're good at this. Help me do that for mine. I don't want them to die.
[She wants to keep them around for as long as she can. Life has been such shit lately. Who cares if this is the gods dicking around with them? At least this is good.]
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BLU Scout || OTA
One of the fireflies had alighted on his hand and crawled around and it felt sorta cool. It was neat you know? And then it flew away and he was a little sad about that.
So he broke down and got a jar, a healthy stash of fireflies inside buzzing around as he grinned at the jar like an excited little kid.
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However, not everyone is taking the same level of caution with these bugs as Nick is, so he keeps up his patrols, watching the rest of the town for any major changes in the populace, especially dangerous ones. So far, so good, but there's no telling what the next street will bring.
As it turns out, the park has a surprise for him when he makes it there -- one he never expected when he started his route, setting off to make sure people weren't getting too happy from the infestation. As he passes through the area, he spots someone among the trees, a jar in his hands, his face dimly lit from the flickering within. Nick heads over, keeping his pace slow, relaxed -- he doesn't want to unsettle anyone with his appearance, given the glowing eyes and torn skin, but he gets the feeling this stranger is probably too enthralled by his prize to worry much about an old synth like him.
"Looks like quite a collection you've got there," he says, still closing the gap between them.
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wolf || open
4th
It looks pretty pathetic though. He should be able to catch them just fine if he didn't restrain his speed, but he does, and he keeps tripping over rocks and his feet.
He manages to save the jar even when he falls over. Until it eventually drops to the ground and the fireflies two fireflies that he had managed to finally catch flies away.
The sound of a sad wolf can be heard as he looks after them, where he's fallen flat on his face for the nth time. Both his ears and his tail droops sadly. ]
5th- 7th
[ Eventually, maybe with help, maybe on his own, Wolf managed to catch nine fireflies, and he's been taking good care of them. At least he hopes so, but he's always unsure of himself.
But he can be found outside surprisingly often, with his jar, and an unsually relaxed and happy air about him.
People might even hear him hum on some old folk song or other.
Most notably though. He's not running away or tucking his tail between his legs upon catching sight of another person. His tail is actually waving happily back and forth. That's a first, here. ]
jinbee || open
[ As soon as Jinbee has ascertained that these particular insects doesn't pose any threat, he is all up for catching them. Not for himself, because he doesn't need any, but if he sees anyone try to catch them, he walks over. ]
Good morning! [ Though it might not be morning any more, he's not sure. ] Would you like any help?
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[ And once he's figured out that okay, in certain quantities, they might be just a little dangerous, he keeps an eye out for people who have ten or more fireflies.
It he notices someone who seem firefly-dazed, he heads over, now concerned. ]
Please excuse me, but are you alright?
Glacius | Open & Closed
May 4-9 | Wildcard | Open
5th? bc who doesn't love getting stoned
Because this is really pretty awesome and she really doesn't remember the last time she's felt so happy. Genuinely, unbindingly happy. Nothing weighing her down or making her think of responsibilities.
Kate's hair is, for once, loose, hanging faded around her shoulders. With each step it bounces off her back and mimics a breeze against her cheeks. She skips across another street and--
"Hey, haven't seen you for a while!" The dreamy cheer in her voice sounds strange, almost as much as the relaxed smile that actually crosses her face.
5th it is!!
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Noah Czerny | 2 Open, 1 Closed
[Of course Noah's quick to chase fireflies. They're pretty, and they make him smile. He watches their dancing lights with unrestrained delight as he walks through the city, overjoyed that there seems to be more and more of them appearing as the day wears on. If it's even day. He can't really bring himself to mind the low lighting if this is what they get from it.
They put him in a good mood, and Noah's always a little braver when he's in a good mood, asking the first person he sees-]
Have you ever seen something so pretty?
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[Having found the mason jars, and friends who can fill in the gaps of his knowledge for how to care for fireflies, Noah has a little habitat set up in a jar as he stalks for them. He's already got three in there... but he's going for a fourth. He is a bit engrossed in this act of quietly hunting and stalking the fireflies and a little blind to literally everything else about his surroundings. It's okay, he'll probably apologize if he bumps into you. Otherwise feel free to watch the show of him attempting to catch a fourth one.]
May 9th (Closed to Housemates or anyone who would reasonably be over.)
[Has Noah been out of his room at all today? Maybe. Like, probably. Surely he's gone to the bathroom if nothing else.
Otherwise he's pretty content to be sprawled out on his bed in a light-drugged stupor of happiness. Why not, right? Maybe someone should have been asking how many fireflies he'd been catching. He's got like...five jars around his room. This is fine. He feels great.]
May 6th
Hey, you okay, sugar?
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yeaaaahhh substance buddies
Noah IS the stoner friend. How about that
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