hadriel_logs | Event Post: Everyone Chill

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Event Post: Everyone Chill

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for Tranquility's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 27th-January 7th
Warnings: Absolutely nothing creepy or weird at all.

The revival of Tranquility on December 27th marks a vast - if temporary, and actually completely fake - change to the city. Upon awakening that morning, the inhabitants of Hadriel will find the city changed from its usual broken-down dour cave self into a sparkling, clean, delightful island city. Instead of being surrounded by hard stone walls, the city is surrounded by warm ocean waters and soft white sand beaches.

Gentle waves lap at the shore, the sky overhead is perfect, wide and open. The spires have been replaced by shining skyscrapers, the roads are clear of rubble and paved neatly. The stores are quaint, windows no longer broken, and the items inside have changed too. Instead of simple canned goods and strange clothing, you might find delicate pastries, cool drinks, fresh fruit, and flowy summer clothes to match the city. How nice! How calming, really. Didn't everyone need a vacation? So throw on some flip-flops, grab one of the mopeds that have been provided, and enjoy yourselves!

As the days go on, though, you might notice one or two odd things. Maybe the pretty sun hat you picked up looked, for just a moment, like a grubby old baseball cap instead. Maybe that beach ball is a little heavier than it should be. Maybe the shining wall of that skyscraper feels more like stone than glass. Maybe - just for an instant - the sky above was solid rock instead of the gentle, calming hues of the sunset.

While there is a mild compulsion toward calmness and tranquility, towards accepting the city for exactly what it seems to be, that can be ignored - and the illusion can be broken, if you choose to try. But do you really want to? Isn't that croissant much nicer than yet another can of beans? Wouldn't you rather relax at the beach than run around, trying to convince all your friends that this is just the gods getting inside their heads again in an even more creepy and all-encompassing way than usual?

Come on. Don't be a buzzkill.

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A. Around the city

The sky is an amazing lucid blue, arching high overhead -- instead of the usual ugly Hadriel cave ceiling. Skyscrapers of glass and steel have taken the place of the alien-looking spires that Curufin has resignedly become accustomed to.

He has acquired one of the mopeds, of a shiny oceanic blue. Not Curufin's color, really, but it was the first machine he came across, and so he took it. Right now, he is stopped in the middle of the broad paved street, at a crosswalk, waiting for a pedestrian to get safely to the other side, before he guns the engine and takes off again. His black, slightly wavy hair is blowing in a pleasant breeze, and he sits astride the moped with folded arms and a rather smug grin. Just as he is about to buzz off down the road, his eye is caught by somebody on the sidewalk.

B. Beach

He smells the ocean before he sees it. The salt tang on the air surprises him so much that he hastens along what used to be dark, ominous, depressing streets that curve and wind around the obnoxious temples and derelict towers. So new and shiny is this city that he can't even find the Colosseum -- which he has partially blown up, with the help of Yukari and a few others, during the mad few days when Rage had control of the city. How frustrating! He can't even smile at the demolished walls in an insufferably superior fashion as he goes by, since the building doesn't seem to be here anymore.

But that ocean that he senses . . .

He walks to the beach. WTF??? Hadriel has become an island city? There is real water all around it, and the water stretches out to a distant horizon. Curufin throws off his cloak and shirt and kicks off his boots. He splashes into the clear aquamarine water, gasps at its warmth -- he's used to cold or outright frigid northern waters, and can't quite register that this water is almost as warm as a bath!

He swims out, using an efficient crawl stroke, gathering the water in his wiry arms and propelling himself along with almost cetacean speed. Well. . . that's an exaggeration, really. But he's fast, much faster than the average swimmer. When he gets out into the bay, he alternates swimming with his face turning to take swift deep breaths, and swimming for long moments at a time with his face under, looking downwards into the depths with great curiosity. The bottom gets further and further away from him, but it appears to be sand for a long way out. Finally it becomes rock.

And suddenly, WHAM!!! His head strikes a hard surface -- rock, in fact! -- right in front of him. He flounders while sparks fill his visual field, and then he treads water and looks around. Weird! He can't see anything, but when he cautiously swims a little way in the direction of the head-knock, he can find the barrier with his hands, but he CANNOT SEE IT. With his eyes, he sees only the ocean rolling out into the distance, as before, and that bright blue sky coming down to meet it, apparently a hundred miles away.

He swims back to shore, wades a little unsteadily out of the water, and sits down on the sand. Any passersby will find him dabbing at his bloody forehead with a handful of his shirt. Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Edited 2016-12-30 14:39 (UTC)

Curufin comes walking barefoot up the beach, near the water. He wades ankle- or knee-deep whenever a wave washes in. He's wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, both of which are soaked. There is a strip of cloth knotted around his head like a sweat band, though actually, it is a bandage. Like an idiot, he went for a swim without considering that he might run headfirst into a solid wall that rises up form the water, made of invisible rock. Solid rock. Kind of like cave walls.

But he's humming softly, stepping amongst the curling waves, enjoying the weather and the tropical water. . . illusion though he suspects it to be.

He stops and looks up to the sloping sand to the top of the berm, catching sight of a man he's met before, tending a bonfire. "Dorian?"

Edited 2016-12-30 14:55 (UTC)

Well, imagine Yukari's surprise when he sees Curufin on the shore (It's none. Yukari isn't surprised at all to see the Elf. Although, that forehead injury does look a little concerning). He clicks his tongue with a smile and heads up to him, folding his arms as he crouches beside the man.

"Curufin-chan, what did you do?" He looks the man over, and judges by his soaked appearance. "Did you wrestle with a shark? You know, there's brave and then there's just foolish." Said more teasingly. He's pretty confident that's not what happened.

"Will you be alright, or shall we go to the clinic? I'm not carrying anything for first aid. I can support you until we get there." And, while he's at it, he can at least check the basics. He holds up his hand with three fingers up. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Plurrhhg!"

Will sputtered out as the cold jet of water splashed him right in the mouth! Winston wagged his tail, jumped up and barked as he made his way over to the playful stranger, giving his leg a sniff happily.

"What the- " Using the end of his shirt to dry his face off, hair sticking up in a cow's lick, Will simply stared at the guy. He didn't recall ever doing anything to him, in fact, he didn't even recognize him! "What's your problem? A little heads up would have been nice."

Bemused at what has just happened, sure he was a bit pissed off but there was no need to punch the guy's lights out and an argument would only make Will look like someone who couldn't take a joke. So, instead, he just glared at him uncomfortably.

"... You should be more sensible. What if I was a raving lunatic with a gun in my back pocket?!" Instead of blowing his top, Will shook his head, baffled. Maybe it was whatever trick the Gods were pulling, but Will didn't feel as angry as he normally would have.

"Now you know how I felt when I first saw it," Glacius chuckles, pleased with his friend's reaction now that he knows he's not slowly shutting down from mental overload. "I have longed for the open sky ever since I was first brought here. Even if it may not be real... just being able to see the way it stretches endlessly before me does a lot to make me feel more free. And when night comes, the stars will shine brightly like a pathway that could lead me back home. I have missed that..."

But that aside the alien goes silent again, happy to drink in the novelty and vastness of it all in silence with his friend. The hand on Carlisle's shoulder relaxes somewhat as the otherworldly being draws in a breath, one deep enough to fill his cavernous chest and make it rise, his neck swelling as air floods into his body through his gills. He holds it for a moment or two and then releases it... and the great plumes of freezing mist that escape his neck with the exhalation are even more noticeable now in an environment so vastly different from what his body is suited for, they quickly dissipate in the heat. It won't be long before he'll have to dip into the water to assist his microweave with thermoregulation, but for now he just wants to enjoy the moment with his friend.

Figures.

[ Muttered into his drink, until he saw that rude hand gesture and almost choked on it. ]

Did you just?... Did you just flip me off?

[ Will started to laugh. How could he not!? The most serious woman in the galaxy, just did one of the most childish thinks. It was so out of place that Will just couldn't take her seriously. ]

Indeed, [Maketh agreed.] And with enough whiskey, not even your presence could ruin it.

Maketh grimaces. She dislikes anything she can't easily explain. "That won't last. It never does. Though I suppose we ought to rest while we have the chance."

Before it gets bad again.

Fuck your mother, [she adds, in case that was unclear, and takes another drink.] Must you be here?

" Oooh~ Ice cream yay! Gimme!"

Snatching the treat clean out of Rin's hand, even though he was quite happily offering it to her. Gulping about half of it down in one bite before slowing, sticking a finger into her mouth and pulling out a tooth. "Awww! No no NO! I lost another One!"

Rin was right, she probably shouldn't be moving about, she'd taken a pretty hard hit to the head, maybe she was in some kind of delayed shock? It was possible. Tranquility's effect could have been keeping her docile? That or, she'd finally unscrewed the last few screws in her head that were keeping her together.

"Woah, there gurl! Where we goin'?!" Amused as she was picked up. Dangling her legs and wrapping a scraped arm around his shoulder, nuzzling her face into his soft, dark hair. " Mmmh~ So fluffy~"

"Magic? What kinda magic? Lemme see!" Crawling on her scuffed and sliced knees, Tina waddled her way over towards Sans, pulling herself up using his leg as a rope, a very bony rope. She looked like something from a zombie movie, all cut up and dirty, crawling with her fingernails.

She was cool, though, she'd get over it.

"Do me a flava an' give a sista a ride? I just gots't get me a new engine, or two, or eight...teen." Counting on her fingers as she tried to work the maths out of how many certain parts she would need to make a stronger, faster, rocket fuel engine.

Maybe she should just go lay down for a while? The bump to her head had her a bit off... That, or maybe the effects of the new God was making it so she didn't really care about the huge bump to her head?

What's the occasion today? Or have you just decided to get drunk?

[Thankfully he had both his datapad and his phone with him. This could be fun.]

By all means, don't let me stop you.

[He was even generous enough to wave the bartender over to pour them both more shots.]

Yukari raises his eyebrows, watching Winston. Ah, okay, it's friendly. He reaches down and gives the dog a good old scratch behind the ears, laughing at Will's reaction.

"I have no problem. What might yours be?"

The glare is even more perfect. And at the mention of a raving lunatic, Yukari can't help but laugh even more.

"I would welcome it, of course. I love a good challenge." A delighted smirk, as he looks up at Will while still petting the dog. "Besides, if you were a raving lunatic, your dog would have attacked me long before I got close to you."

Calm dogs don't tend to be a trait for raving lunatics. Lunatics want their dogs as crazy as they are.

To the sound of the familiar voice, Will turned around and spotted Pell as he neared. Raising an arm, the one holding the tongs for turning the meat.

"Hey, sure, come on board"

At the invitation, Winston rose un, tag wagging behind him and came down to meet Pell, he'd show him how to get over the plank see, he was a helpful dog!

Will smiled to himself, setting the tongs down and taking a sip from his whiskey before turning to face his new guest. He liked Pell, he owed him a lot so he wasn't about to refuse his company. No, cooking for him and having his share in on the spoils he'd found would be nice.

[Maketh scowls at him.]

I am on shore leave.

[Therefore she's not on duty and can get as drunk as she pleases.]

Of course. I'm not judging. [He pushed one of the shots to her, being generous and all.]

We all need a break once in awhile.

Apparently losing teeth is something Tina does. Jesus Christ, Captain Crash. Do they have a dentist here?

None of that really sticks out to him, as far as to how extensive the head trauma is, though. Near as he can tell, she's the same mental case as the first day they met. Gurl comment and all. He'd retaliate again, but getting her some medical attention is obviously more important.

"The clinic, I told...y-..." Rin blushes hard and freezes, struggling to not drop Tina as she nuzzles him. Holy shit! It's just the head injury, right? Right? For the moment, he's speechless, his mouth completely agape. He swallows hard and tries to press forward to get her to the clinic, flustered and unable to find his vocabulary.

Cripes, she's slippery. Half the time he don't expect her to go the routes she does, and she goes and scrambles up all over him with a profound lack of awareness for little things like "personal space." Not to say it ain't endearing in its own right, but it's a shift from damn near every other kid he knows. Arya, Chara, Frisk, they all get twitchy, jumpy, wary around someone who gets too close. Tina, on the other hand - she's the precise opposite. Don't seem so much that she's starved for affection as it simply don't occur to her.

Long as she don't scratch away that single HP of his, they're square. And she don't, so Sans chuckles as he revs up the thing and lets her scramble aboard.

"You sure you're doin' all right there, bud? Could always give ya a ride back to your place." She's lookin' a bit rattled for sure.

[Of course he's judging her, looking for a weakness to exploit. It's the Imperial way. Maketh smiles grimly and downs the shot in a single go. She can drink with the best of them and intends to forget herself entirely before she's done.] And what does the great General Hux do on his time off, hmm?

Don't be too optimistic, Kain, or you risk to be actually happy for a minute there. [There's a reason she's doing her best not to take things too seriously, you know? Now, if they only left an actual part of the cave it would be better...] Just enjoy it and take some jumps around, no reason to prepare yourself for something bad if you don't even know if it will happen.

Nope. [Spare her the embarassment, she'd flap around and go down in a minute. It's not like They ever had to swim during their journey and ignoring one unpleasant adventure on a ship (you know, right after Kain kidnapped Rosa in Fabul) she never had proper chances to learn how to swim.] I was just thinking... it would be nice to have some fish for dinner. I'm not entirely sure on how to get it, thought...

Kylo took his helmet off, some sand pouring out of it as he did so. He ran a hand over his hair, dislodging even more of it. He looked murderous and the only thing that kept him from strangling Hux was the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten sunburned for his efforts. "You may have won this round, Hux, but I'm going to win the war."

He stomped off to their shared room. No way was he going to sit around in sand-filled clothing. While changing, he looked at Hux's clothes, and the germ of an idea hit him regarding something Alphys had said on the network. He came out of the room in a pair of black sweatpants and a T-shirt, a manic sort of expression on his face. He looked through a few drawers before he found what he was looking for: duct tape.

Then he was back in the room, slamming the door shut, and holding it closed with the Force so Hux couldn't enter. He pulled all of Hux's clothes out of the closet and drawers. So Hux wanted to play around, did he? Let's see how well he could prank Kylo when all of his clothes were on the ceiling. He pulled a long strip of tape off and begun.

"Umm..." Chewing at his bottom lip, looking over towards where the boat he'd claimed was docked. Will wasn't one for being social normally but Dorian's like camp site looked so inviting, how could he say no?!

"Yea actually, I'd love to join you." Smiling back down and taking a step forward, bending down to sit beside Dorian. Stretching back and letting himself get nice and comfortable, relaxing with the soothing glow of the fire before his feet.

"You know, I can't recall the last time I just chilled out on a beach like this." Turning to face Dorian, an amused expression painted over his face as he regarded the other male. Wil has only encountered Dorian on a few occasions, but he was a humorous, extravagant man, a real character, not cut from your regular breed. Maybe that was why Will was drawn to him? Someone like no one he'd ever known. There certainly was nothing wrong with getting to know the man a little better, considering that they'd met through some rather horrific set of circumstances.

[ Will was far too amused to up and leave now, in fact, despite it being a terrible move on his part, he moved and took a closer seat to the side of hers. Will addressed barkeep with an entertained tone of voice. ]

I'll have a glass of whatever's gotten into her please.

[Oh, no. No. He's sitting next to her. And taking a glass of whiskey from the bartender like he belongs there.

Urg.

Maketh grimaces.]

You are a--a great annoyance. Why must you do this?

Curufin looks up, not surprised, either, to see Yukari there. He is quite pleased.

"Where is this shark of which you speak? -- I'll wrestle him with my bare hands!" He chuckles, self-deprecatingly.

"I tried to swim through a concrete wall. I will be all right, but perhaps we should go to the clinic, since there is one. I think I need stitches, and I'd rather not ask my relatives to do it." Soft laughter. "Not that they couldn't. We certainly had plenty of occasions to learn how to suture! But I'd rather not give either of them any trouble." Trouble had been his middle name, all those years. And his first name. And his last name.

He gets cautiously to his feet. He is a little dizzy, and he accepts the support gratefully. "How many fingers? -- ah, two. . . no, four!" He blinks his eyes. "Wait. Three. Is that right?"

Edited 2016-12-30 22:08 (UTC)

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Get that wine flowing and anything is possible.

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