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Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- alphys,
- andrea quill,
- armitage hux,
- calanthe,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- cashmere,
- chara,
- connor walsh,
- curufin,
- dorian pavus,
- faith carr,
- flick,
- frisk,
- glacius,
- hanako nurumi,
- henry percy,
- izabel,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- kain highwind,
- kate galloway,
- kylo ren,
- maketh tua,
- natasha romanoff,
- pell,
- pharah,
- piper wright,
- rey,
- rin okumura,
- rydia,
- sans,
- sharon da silva,
- tiny tina,
- ulaume,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- will graham,
- yukari mishakuji
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.
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 The spires have been replaced by shining skyscrapers, the roads are clear of rubble and paved neatly.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.► This log covers December 27th-January 7th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you chill out so much you end up dead, please let us know here.
Glacius | OTA
2. Left with Nothing but a Memory
1 - Beach
[She settles back on the sand to let her jets recharge, standing tall and looking out over the waves with a truly grateful expression.]
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II. Memory
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1;
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2 let's go
LET'S! GO!!
stabs self in heart it's cool.
that tag was so sad and good? omg ;n;
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sans | ota, will match format
night
So he's wandering along, heading to the beach with a bottle of wine in hand, when he spots the sort of familiar face. The skeleton gives him pause before he remembers the conversation he'd had when the demons had attacked. So he wanders over, looking up at the gorgeous stars before bringing his attention back to the skeleton... boy? Man? How did one tell the age of a skeleton anyway?
"Sans, isn't it? Doing some stargazing?" He missed the old constellations, Ferevinal, Judex, Peraquilias, but the stars here were still nice.
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night, because i love pain
delicious
one big cup o' suffer
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And then everyone watched the stars with snas. Like sinners.
ya filthy sninner
Tumblrites come in from the void to shout YOU'RE AN ADULT NOW, CHILD
CAUSE WE SAID SO
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kate | ota | will match format
( The thing about demons attacking, about all the chaos from last month, about rerunning first aid classes? They've all been great reasons to keep Kate busy. To stop her from thinking about anything but making sure the clinic isn't a mess, that lessons are being delivered and she's being useful.
That she's doing anything but letting herself linger on thoughts of things that cannot be changed.
The first thing that's noticed is the sky, the fact that there is one at all, that it's painted in all the rich hues of sunset - nearly as good as a sunrise, so she'll take it, accept it for now, because she's wanted the sky since she got here, nine months ago, and it's finally here. The world feels a little more right, again. Then it's the way all the buildings are whole again, that the streets are clean, that she doesn't have to jump derelict structures to hop her way across to get from the clinic to anywhere else. Saltwater tinges the air, sticks in her nostrils, but never quite in the same way that she remembers it doing at beach towns.
It's nothing she can pinpoint, but it's-
Off.
Off like the way the clinic's in order, the quietness, the way her shoulders unwind for the first time in weeks. As if everything's too good to be true.
She shakes her head as she sits on the steps of the clinic front door, leaning against the doorframe heavily, eyes struggling to stay open.
Who knew feeling relaxed would make a girl so tired?
Maybe just five minutes napping, then. )
( wait did you see my legs just now? )
( Okay, but most of the clothes in her wardrobe are not really going to work for a beach. Aren't going to work with the warmth of this place, whether it's real or not (and should she try and see the truth beyond these visions, try to remember where they really are?), so-
"Shopping" it is, then.
It's been too long since Kate's thumbed the racks of a shop and not found the majority of things a mess, only taken out of necessity. The dresses are summarily discarded, looked over before they even get a chance, but there are shorts and breezy tops, things that would work in the perceived warmth that sinks into layers of cotton and skin each time she sets out from a building, things picked up without much thought to what goes together, other than bright colours and occasional bits of black or white.
(It's a shame this isn't real. That, occasionally, a top she picks up feels heavier than it should, or doesn't seem quite as bright and fun as it looks when she glances at it out of the corner of her eye.)
She hums to herself, fingers running over what appears to be part of a bikini, biting her lower lip in thought.
(It isn't real, is it? She knows this. Sort of. Feels it in her bones the same way she feels some undercurrent of things that are missing. Pinpointing it, however, is another thing entirely. Letting herself forget that this isn't a simple paradise isn't so easy when all she's wanted is to be free of this cave, when recent weeks have done nothing but intensify that further, bringing the itch under her skin to a state where she can do nothing but persistently distract herself in order to keep going, to stop herself getting caught up in things that can't be changed.) )
What do you think?
( The question comes out of the blue, probably, and without context, who knows whether she's referring to the bikini top between her fingers or the greater situation at hand. )
( wildcard me )
shopping~
Oh.
What did she think?]
The top is nice.
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when you're looking for it;
yes good :3
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rosie-dear; ota
II. now for our regularly scheduled beach episode filler;
III. let's sit around the campfire and sing our campfire song
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and that's what she's been doing with most of her time, laying out and soaking up the warmth. if she closes her eyes, it's almost like being at home in the early summer, when everything feels like it might just be okay. she's stretched out on a beach towel when the other woman asks for the bucket. ]
Sure.
[ she stands and saunters over, bucket in hand. ]
You made that out of sand? [ how??? ]
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Frisk | ota
[It's too good to be true. Frisk is almost certain that it isn't true- that it's a ruse, a trick, something to catch them off-guard, before it's ripped away forever- they just choose to ignore that.
Because the sun, the sun, real or not, soaks into their sweater and leaves them warm, almost too much so, and they have to stand there and look at it as their eyes water against the harsh glare, and the air is so, so sweet, and they've never been to the beach, never seen it beyond pictures on the television and old, old movies, but it's wonderful. They could spend forever there.
And so that's where they can be found, for the duration of the first few days. Exploring the shore, making sandcastles and collecting seashells. Following a little crab across the sand with the smallest of smiles on their face, racing towards the ocean- then racing back, before the waves can catch their feet.
It's a really good time.]
ii. Back safe eventually
There's very few things necessary for true contentment. Good company is optional, and nice when it happens- but still optional. So are laughs, when you get right down to it. But food? Food is the number one necessity.
The stores by the shore are full of all sorts of things; many of which Frisk is actually capable of recognizing. Sweets, fruits and vegetables, fresh meat and poultry; steering a shopping cart through the streets, it's obvious that Frisk has felt no hesitation in helping themself. Most of what they've collected isn't going to last very long, but that just means their roommates can enjoy a feast for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Every so often, the child takes a break in pushing their load, fingers sneaking into a plastic bag to pop a grape into their mouth.
There might not be any left by the time they get back to their apartment. That's okay.
They'll just get more.
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Well, that's the thing. They're a kid. They make sandcastles. They play tag with the ocean waves.
And who's he to ruin that, huh?
But ruin it he does, inevitably. It's what he's best at. He plucks up a sand dollar from the sand, sleek and shining from the water, unknowing in its delicate rarity. It's sound and whole, alarmingly so. He brushes a few granules of wet sand from its surface with the soft rasp of bone.
It ain't much of anything. A peace offering, maybe. It ain't even real, and that fits nice and neat into the state of things between 'em, don't it?
But he offers it out to them, wordlessly. It's pretty.]
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Yukari | OTA, will match format
When Yukari wakes up that morning, a strange light seems to be flowing through his windows. He rubs the remainder of sleep from his eyes as he walks over to the window to see what the source of the light is. His sleepy expression drops into mild surprise. Nevermind the sunrise... or was it a sunset? But he swears for a moment he's woken up in a completely different city. World travel messes with your head when you're still new to the experience.
Once he manages to regain his mental footing, he finds the new scenery rather enjoyable. He decides this is ideal conditions to do just about anything, and he wanders the streets to take in the new, much-more-pleasant sights. He even hits the shops to find some new clothes for this blissfully warm weather. The food looks actually appetizing for a change. Maybe he'll cook something delightful tonight. How does a city get such a glorious makeover in one night?
"Is this a world that constantly changes on a whim?" he wonders out loud, pausing beside a passerby to see if he can find an answer to this beautiful miracle. Perhaps the world shifts every so often and he can expect something else interesting in the near future.
Beach
Much to Yukari's pleasure, he happens to find a pair swim shorts he thinks look delightful. What better way to take in this paradise than by taking in the beach itself? He'll take these and a pair of sunglasses, thank you very much. And let's not forget a towel, along with a few other beach necessities.
Once he's had time to change, he immediately takes to the beach. When was the last time he got to take a vacation like this, anyway? Well... arriving here hasn't exactly meant work either. But there's something nostalgic about being able to go to the beach. He lays his towel out in an ideal place that it won't get sprayed with water and sets his sunglasses and tote on top of it before he starts heading into the water.
A blissful sigh as the waves roll over his feet and feeling the wet sand beneath his toes. This is going to be just wonderful. Nevermind the minour glitches that appear in the system from time to time. He's just fine letting this be whatever it is. Once he's waded to where he's waist deep in the water, he looks back at the beach, observing other people. Do you know what would make this even more enjoyable?
Yukari pulls a hand-pistol squirt gun from the pocket in his swim shorts and squirts the nearest passerby with a delighted chuckle. Just a little chaos. Well, are you chicken? Come and get him!
Around the city
He spotted something beautiful. Fresh produce. He reached out, almost convinced he was dreaming and for a moment, the image shifted and he wasn't looking at a beautiful fresh onion. Only a second, Flick brushed it off, his eyes wandering all over the wonderful sights he thought he might never see again. Squash, garlic, potatoes, butter.
"I have no idea. But it's wonderful isn't it?"
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Maketh Tua | ota
[Sand crunches under her boots. There's warm sun on her face for the first time in months.
Maketh stares out at the shoreline, eyes wide.]
This cannot possibly be real.
Bar
[At some point, there's nothing to do but give in and accept reality. But there's no rule that says it has to be done happily or indeed with any grace at all, so Maketh heads to the bar. The alcohol is real and though part of her wants to be out in the sun - just for a minute - none of this mess is going to last. It's a game the gods are playing and the moment it changes, things are going to get bad again. This pause is only to make sure it hurts more when the knife finally falls.
Thus, she's going to drink.
By the time she's made it through one bottle she's in a cheerful mood. And very far from sober.]
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At least this time she isn't kicking the other woman's chair from under her. In fact, the anger that had overwhelmed Rey during those days has ceased to be entirely. This has not brought her much relief, though.
Though she isn't indulging herself in the colorful summer clothes and other trinkets, she is accompanied with a bottle of cold lager in one hand. "Tried going out for a swim. See how far it was possible to go."
While she might not of the party all too eager to leave this place, she had to test the limits of this environment. Enough to tell her that it's an illusion.
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Hux | ota/will match format
[He had never been on a planet where he could actually stand on the shore. Hux wrinkled his nose as he saw how sandy his boots were getting but there was nothing to be done for it at the moment. Something was nagging at him. He felt a great deal of unease lately, more than usual.
He already felt uneasy being planet-side for so long, the change in scenery didn't help. There was a nagging sense that something wasn't right, it was in his nature to not just accept things as presented to him.
Either way, he didn't like the sand and, most of all, he really didn't like the heat. He had only shed the greatcoat he normally wore over his shoulders while out and around but being out in the sun made him more irritable than usual. Sunlight was not kind to him, something he had learned from one unfortunate incident which culminated in having to smear bacta over his red face for a few days.
So he kept to the shade as much as he could as he explored the shoreline, cautious as usual.]
city.
[If he focused, the nagging feeling that something was even more wrong than usual seemed to take a more concrete shape. But a moment later, the illusion was back but it left him almost reeling.
The mopeds were given an unimpressed look and he passed them by, preferring to walk instead of using those primitive transports.
Exploring the new surroundings turned up several points of interest. He was used to living on rations on his star destroyer so the chance to have fresh fruit was a treat, at least. A few looked familiar and even tasted familiar when he tentatively tried them.
It was almost a nice change of pace, if perhaps for a little. He was certain that no doubt it would only be a matter of time before it proved too good to be true, however.
beach
Never seen sand before?
[Or is it too rough? And irritating? And doesn't it just get everywhere?]
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Dorian Pavus | OTA
Content. Now that's not something he's felt for a very long time. He remembers feeling this way curled up on the couch with Eli and Bull, or having found a particularly good book in his father's library. But other than that he hasn't been contented by much in his life, and this is a strange new feeling. So he tries not to think about it too much, for all that most of his brain knows that this won't, can't last.
Beach
Dorian loved the beach, loved the sand, loved the waves lapping against the shore, for all that he hated sailing on them. There's something slightly off though, the sun not quite as warm on his bare limbs as he remembers, the sand just... slightly both too coarse and not coarse enough. But fuck it, he deserved a bit of a vacation.
So he grabs a few bottles of wine, digs a bit of a pit, gathers some wood, and soon enough has a great, merry bonfire burning on the beach. This... this is good, and he only wishes he had someone to share it with.
Shopping
These are... some very bright colors he's dealing with here. Not that his fashion tends to be somber, but he's also not terribly fond of all the terribly bright colors. The shorts are rather nice, if he can find some in a color other than eye-searing. White perhaps, white is good for the beach.
It's after he's found his fifth or sixth one that he sighs, terrible shirt still in hand, and turns to someone else browsing the shelves with him. "Do you think anyone would actually wear something like this, or is it just meant to mock us?"
Beach; because Will has no idea about fashion!
It was while Will was on his way to the pier, that he noticed the burning glow of a fire on the beach. He was already heading that way so it wasn't going to put him out any to pass by on the way.
As it happened, Will recognized the man currently relaxing at the fireside. "Hello, Dorian." He said in a small, calm voice so not to startle the other man. Coming to a stand, Will tucked his hands into his side pockets and looked at the flames of the fire as they licked and flickered. "Enjoying the little distraction?"
It's okay, just put these clothes on. Now take them off. Good, good.
Get that wine flowing and anything is possible.
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shopping!
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Shopping
Ushahin Dreamspinner | OTA
Ushahin doesn't particularly care for illusions. He's put enough of them in men's heads to know when he's being tricked. While he's not one to partake in the beautiful scenery around him, he can appreciate the mindset of whatever god is doing this. It says something about how powerful they are, to be able to affect so many at once. Personally, he would have gone even more dark and gloomy. Sunshine is overrated anyway for someone with a light-sensitive eye.
But a powerful psychic can only be fooled for so long. After a few days, his fractured mind begins to rebel against the scenes being implanted into his brain. It's when he's staring out at the beautiful-looking water when it happens. The scene around him changes, snapping back to what he knows to be the truth. With a groan, he rubs his bad eye, the scene flickering back and forth between the Hadriel he knows is real and the one that is before him.
"Get out," he mutters to himself, stumbling and catching himself on what looks like a skyscraper before him, but feels like the cold stone of a spire beneath his hand. This isn't going to a pleasant experience any longer.
B. Shatter It
After days of this, Ushahin has had quite enough of these calming scenes. He's irritable and without his usual state of calm, both unusual states of being for the old immortal. Breaking the illusion was a simple enough task for one already prone to madness. He merely had to sink into insanity and let the shattered mess of his mind do the rest.
He can be found wandering the streets, eyes wide, but seeing very little of the scenery around him. "It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," he keeps repeating to himself. Hadriel, enjoy the crazy one. He's sure to ruin anyone's chill in the state he's worked himself into.
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And strikes often it does when someone is in pain or danger.
"The fog makes it easier to see through," she explains. The amount of time she spends there is unhealthy, but it seems to have done her some good this time around,"Do you want me to take you there?"
The zone is no less dangerous, even under Tranquility's illusion, but the fog helps wash it away and keep it away.
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B - I am very late
No such thing!
/forever at work
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Jo Harvelle | OTA!
[It's unbelievably odd, waking up to a beach and sunshine. The streets are clear and sometimes she can almost imagine there's a breeze.
She leaves her jacket at home, heading out into the streets in her boots, jeans and the ratty tank top from home. Her original intention is to head out and explore, but then she comes across a moped.
After determining there isn't a green one, she climbs onto a yellow one, starting the small engine and listening to it for a moment before revving the engine and taking off down the street with a holler.
At least it's just a moped. Those are safe.]
B | Beach Bum
[It's been a long time sine Jo felt like just sitting somewhere. There was always a hunt or research or scavenging to do, even here in the cave.
It's true that there's a sense of fake around the edge of everything. There are moments when she feels fabric around her ankles where there shouldn't be because of the shorts, sometimes the chair beneath her feels far too hard to be comfortable.
It's probably another God thing. There was that poll recently.
She might be sighing about all of this.]
B!
Oh well. No point in fighting it, and it isn't doing too much harm to him or anyone. So he cautiously approaches the girl, carefully staying a comfortable distance away for the both of them.]
Waiting for something?
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A - let me know if I'm assuming too much here
no worries!
I work too much.
And I've been busy too! We'll make it
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Rey | OTA
None of this is real. At least, not the aesthetics. There isn't a sky hanging overhead, neither is there a vast ocean surrounding a coastal city. Rey knows that last part when she had attempted to swim her way out, only to find an invisible wall preventing her from going much farther.
Her hair and clothes are still soaking wet when she enters the shop, deciding to peruse the new selection. The produce is certainly different this time, as are the sets of clothes, hanging or neatly folded over shelves. Some might be a little too colorful for her tastes.
But, even then, she stops at the dresses lined up along the walls by hangers. Each of them just as vibrant in shade as the many other apparel here. Rey runs her fingers through the fabric, feeling the softness and its authenticity. The one in particular fetching her interest is a sleeveless red dress of cream-colored floral patterns, low hanging in the front, with the side slitting up to the thigh.
As anyone can expect, dresses and showy patterns don't really match her style. In fact, Rey doesn't have what you could call a 'style', unless one counted her usual tank tops and cargo pants as a style.
And maybe there are some who certainly could.
Still, it doesn't hurt to leave something to the imagination, as one might find their way to her at the end of a watery trail...
II. Night Beach
It has been a long time.
With the sound of crashing waves in her ears, the gritty sand beneath her, and the light chill carried in the breeze, Rey lays on the shorelines, spread eagle and not nearly as relaxed as she appears. Watching the sky turn from the radiant painted hues across the cirrus clouds to a twinkling blackness at the fading hours. Beer bottles surround her, along with the packages of sweet bread that she had already consumed.
The last she had done this, she wasn't alone. Her brother was at her side, and they talked about many things. Things that meant a lot to her now. Her chest aches when she remembers, and instead of the whistling of wind, she hears his voice. Instead of an empty heaven, she sees the way the moon had lit up the contours of his face, and something about him was so sad then. Whether it's the memory or the amount of drinking she's been doing, she can't help but feel a sort of sadness, too.
Her head spinning from the buzz of alcohol, she raises one hand up to the sky. Peers at the alien stars between her fingers.
"You're not up there..." Rey says aloud under a quiet, shaky mutter, to no one who would ever give her the answer she wants.
shops!
Oh. Oh, okay. Rey is inside. Dripping wet, even!
It's a god damned miracle she does not pass out on the floor, all things considered.
Alphys stands, staring Rey's direction for a few seconds before she finally decides to actually speak to the other woman as oppose to just running away to die somewhere. "Are you, uhm, l-looking for, uh, something dry? I mean, uhm, it looks like it'd look nice. Uh. On y-you. If you wanted to wear it? Or not, uh, it's u-up to you!"
She is incredibly smooth.
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Rydia | OTA
[When Rydia awoke in her apartment and opened the windows to breathe in some good cold air from the caves... she found herself staring at an unknown place. Again. For the second time in... a week? Something? The summoner shook her head and leaned against the window frame staring at the city with an annoyed frown: she liked being undergrouns, she didn't like feeling so exposed again. But something was off, wasn't it? How did everything change? Even the building she was in assumed a different shape... Yes, something was definitely off but the woman couldn't completely pinpoint what... for now.]
Wonderful...
[The first few days were spent inside, sleeping and at least enjoying the various food choices suddenly offered them and walking outside at night, then Rydia finally approached the beach. How long had it been from the last time she had been on one? Maybe she doesn't know how to swim, never had a chance to properly practice, but this doesn't stop her from enjoying the sensation of wet sand under her feet, playing where the water isn't too deep and
annoyinginteracting with other people on the beach.]Do you think... the sand is called sand because it's between Sea and Land? [An even if this almost seems a serious question, the one that follows certainly isn't. Do you thinkthat the sea is salty because Land never waves back? [Just look at that smug grin, she probably thinks she made some sort of clever joke!]
Around the City
[Mopeds are life, mopeds are joy... while the green haired woman likes to walk around she just found out about those... misterious vehicles and learnt how to move around on one. After picking a bright red one she decided to give it a try and- oh, good luck because even if she's driving as slowly as possible on two wheels she's about to collide with you/your vehicle]
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[Kain gives her an odd look, she comes up with the weirdest ideas sometimes. But, he doesn't hold it against her or anything. He's in far too good of a mood to be too concerned about that. He stares up at the sky, taking a deep breath.]
It's good to see the sky again... [Even a couple months was too long for him to go without it.]
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Will Graham | ota ( will match format )
Having spent most of the day exploring the city in it's new, more appealing form, Will was now currently docked at a small pier just off the beach. He'd gathered a few items his eyes desired earlier, including some cooler clothes, a basket full of actual fresh foods such as; rib eye steak, peppers, and various fruit. Oh, he'd also managed to get his hands on a few bottles of wine and spirits too, not to mention some music and clean, soft towels. His plans for the evening included eating well, getting a bit tipsy and finishing the night off with a cool, refreshing swim.
He had no problem in spoiling himself with the new luxuries he'd stumbled upon, Will isn't much of a materialistic man, but given where he is and what's been happening lately he decides it's okay to live a high life after all. Winston chewed happily at a bone as he lay on a rug port side of the small boat. Will tended to the grill, lost in the peacefulness of the moment. From the sandy side of the beach, you'd be able to see and smell the smoke from Will's BBQ or possibly even hear the music playing from the deck, both enticing you to investigate.
In this brief moment, Will actually felt happy. Fishing rod set over the edge, attached to the rail so Will didn't have to hold it while he was cooking. There was more than enough food to go around, maybe he'd be so inclined to give you a bite if you asked nicely?
[ 2. Boat & Sea - Night time ]
After the food was all but gobbled up and with still enough alcohol to run a small bar, Will decided to cast off and explore the vast body of water set out before him. It was a beautiful kind of darkness, not the same as what everyone was used to in the cave, no, there were diamonds in the sky and pooling whirls below, like underwater shooting stars. Will was at ease, sitting with a glass of whiskey in hand and his legs dangling over the side of the boat, waves lightly licking at his feet with each rock and bob of the cool waves.
"Why can't it be like this all the time? You'd think the Gods would flourish on the emotions an environment like this can stir up, wouldn't you?"
It had been a long, hot day and Will was starting to fell the effects the fruits of his labor had to offer. Merry and jovial for a change, letting his hair down as he set his glass aside and slipped off the edge of the boat without warning. Landing in the water with a small splash, he tread water, looking back over to his guest as if to ask if they would be joining him.
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And there's a dog beside him? As long as it doesn't start barking, this should be okay. What's the best way to stir up a little chaos for fun?
"Ah, good sir, I think you might have dropped this!" He calls out to Will. However, should Will turn around to face him, he'll find himself on the business end of a squirt gun, which Yukari of course will be shooting water at him with.
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Tiny Tina | OTA ( will match format )
Tina had taken full advantage of the changes the city had to offer this week. First of all, she'd raided most of the stores for supplies for a pretty damn awesome project she just thought up. Taking apart the engines of the mopeds she'd found, mixing some of the household chemicals together and making a seriously lethal cocktail of volatile fluids, kicking out some dangerously explosive gasses. Of course, to Tina, this was just fun and games! So it was safe to say there was no fear in the face of the messed up child as she poured the newly mixed potion into the gas tank of a badass looking, pink moped she'd taken for herself.
Zooming down the street, only just able to hold onto the handlebars as her over-clocked moped swirled out of control. Kicking out fumes that could get an elephant drunk before spluttering out clouds of colorful smoke. The vehicle jolted as it continued at high speed before the gas tank finally exploded, sending Tina and the moped soaring through the air!
" OUTTA MA WAY HOMIE! BITCHES BE FLYIN' HERE!"
If you were to look up right about now, you'd be able to see Tina gliding just above your head, upside down on a rocket powered, hot pink moped. She even gives a slow motion kiss-blow and wink before skidding to the asphalt with a crash and bang, Tina's homemade airbag activates to protect her face, in the form of an inflated oversized bra. Maybe she survived with minimal brain damage?
[ 2.Beach - I'm on a boat and, it's goin' fast and I got a nautical themed pashmina afghan ]
After almost breaking her face in half during a rather stupid moped stunt, Tina was strolling down the beach like she was a VIP. Oversized flippy-floppies, a pair of obnoxiously loud swim trunks, beach floaty in the image of a doe-eyed dolphin under on arm and a detachable speedboat engine under the other.
"I'mma ride this dol'fem to the moon an' back yo! Whoz with me!?"
Setting the inflatable down at the edge of the beach, sliding on some armbands and snapping some snorkeling goggles over her face. "It's on gurl! Dis is the for real bizz!" Straddling the pool toy as it squeaked adorable and high pitched, Tina attached the boat engine to a belt and tightening it in place. Giving a few good pulls of the rope and handle before the revving sound started up.
"Aww shit! It's about to go down! I'mm find me a mermaid and teach Ariel how to get CRUNK!" With that said, Tina pushed the lever down and the dolphin-boat went speeding off into the sea. Bouncing up off of the waves... It actually looked like a whole load of fun!
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He's got a bag of like, ten ice creams he's carrying with him as he munches on another. It's like summer vacation all over again! He can't help but smile every where he goes. As soon as he finishes one ice cream, he unwraps another. Got to eat it all before it melts, after all. But, before he can take his next bite, he hears something distinct.
A bizarre yet familiar slang, he looks up in time to see a kiss blown at him with a wink, and blushes for a moment before he realises...
'HEY, LOOK OUT!" Too late! Well, shit! He rushes over to Tina. "Holy shit, are you okay?!"
He's careful not to move her. Something vaguely remembered about head and neck injuries and how moving people after that was a very bad idea. Still, this doesn't look great. With a bit of a cringe, he looks at the scrapes on the rest of her. Err... trying to avoid that oversized bra-looking thing that he assumes was for safety. He doesn't carry any healing tools, but he does have a bag of ice cream.
He tries to compress where the injuries look the worst with ice creams.
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Kylo Ren | OTA
There's no way this can be real. Kylo's been on a lot of planets, but never on one that could change itself so thoroughly from what it was. It's all just an illusion, something that these strange so-called gods must have come up with. He'd be impressed if he wasn't so suspicious.
He decides to go out and explore the beach that seems to be there. Everything seems to be in place: the sun, the sky, the water, the sand he's tramping across. He's removed his hood and gloves, but not much else, despite his discomfort. Even the helmet stays on as he gazes out at the placid waves. It's been a long time since he was on a planet that looks this nice. Maybe...just maybe, he'll take a a minute to sit down in the sand.
It isn't long before the sun begins to work on him, bundled up in his cloak like he is. Anyone who comes across Kylo will find him passed out in the sand, breathing coming out heavy in his mask. He's fast asleep, for once at peace.
B. Preferred Form of Meditation? Fighting
Just because he had told Ahsoka that he wasn't going to fight her anymore didn't mean that he wasn't going to let his skills with his blade atrophy and wither. He was just taking more care to do it away from any of the residents of Hadriel. Inside one of the shops, currently looking a sparkling, clean place with plenty of sundries, he had the unstable blade out.
Going through the movements, more power than grace behind them, he twirled and chopped with the blade. Every time his lightsaber cut through something, it would flicker for just a moment, turning back to the usual state it was in, before the illusion took over again. It was most curious as he went through the different maneuvers that made up his skill set.
C. Stop, Moped Time
He's examining the devices with a tilted head and a curious expression on his face. Really? This is the best that the gods here can come up with in terms of transportation? It's all so very primitive. And the colors. Good Lord, the colors.
There's no way he'll be using these. They look fragile like they might collapse under his weight. Still, he's just going to try sitting on one just as a test run. Nope, no way is he actually going to be riding one of these little slights to his dignity.
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Jack is sitting nearby, where he's been doing the same thing himself. Oh, he knows what a moped is - he never actually knew anyone who owned one, but he recognizes them. But they're not fast, and they have that annoying little beep beep of a horn, not at all suitable to road rage. And the colors.
He sighs before standing up, stepping closer and tilting his head at the one that the other man is currently sitting on.
"Still, it might be better than walking. Just barely."
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a (or seriously you could have just taken off layers)
Taking off layers is for uncool kids
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Alphys | OTA, will match format!
[She's awoken on the first day by sunlight, and after she steps outside for the first time, she doesn't want to leave.
Alphys wanders her way in a straight line to the nearest beach, looks up and down, and finally just sits in the sand, digs her hands into the soft ground and looks up at the sun until her eyes burn.
She's never seen it before. She'll just... be here, for a while. Trying to memorize what it feels like.]
ii. mopeds; when i stopped to share my sights, i found no words to let me try
[This makes absolutely no sense.
As soon as she saw someone on the network mention there was nothing inside these things, Alphys immediately had to disassemble one. It was easy enough to get the thing apart, but god help her, she can't find an engine. Can't find a battery or way to hold a charge, and she's not even certain these things have anything inside them that even resembles what should go in any kind of moving vehicle.
She also doesn't realize that she's taken one of these just off to the side of their charging dock and is now sitting in a pile of parts with her oil-slicked hands halfway inside the back of one. Listen. Science stops for no one.]
iii. shops, later on; so take me back to the summertime, to the forest and the night's call
[It's too good to be true. She knows it is. It takes less than a week for her to start seeing it again, but she doesn't want it to be true. Doesn't want it all to have been a lie. If the gods had this kind of power, just once, couldn't they have used it to do something truly good, just once--
As of now, more than a week into the event, she stands in one of the shops, watching things go back and forth. Doesn't dare look at the sky. But she sighs, and concentrates, and when she can see it properly, starts scrounging around for things she might be able to keep.
She's wasting time. Always has been.]
i - gently bends hiatus for u, let's build CR before we wreck it
It can't be real, mind. There's no way Hope would use the power needed to lift the city out from underground, not when he's busy reviving Tranquility. And Tranquility... well, this is certainly peaceful, yes? It must be a trick.
But what a good trick, for a change. So much better than when Confusion came back.
She's thinking about that when she comes across Alphys, whose smile warms Faith's heart and draws her over.]
Heya! [Faith grins down at her, and a moment later, sits nearby.] Hope y'don't mind -- this is a good spot you've found!
gasp omg bae
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Izabel | ota, I'm brackets but you do you
Which is why she's decked out and ready for Beach Episode. Sure, there's still no legs past the swim skirt, but hey! Iz gotta Iz. And that includes intestines. She stretches happily in the sun, then conjures up a beach ball to bounce up a few times before she spikes it over to whoever's nearby. Woe to those that try to catch it or hit it back -- it's a complete fabrication. Ghost pranks.]
[OR just hit me up with a random scenario, I'm good with whatever!]
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Having fun?
[his tone is a little flat. a little salty from the prank.]
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Kain Highwind | OTA
The moment Kain steps outside, he gasps in astonishment. The sky... It's really the sky, or so it seems. He's wary of trusting anything about this place, of course, but he can't help it. He hasn't seen the sky in months. He needs this, has needed it for a while.
So he's off to the beach, where he stands at the shoreline with his helmet off and a gentle wind blowing his hair back. He stands there for a long time, just staring up intensely at the sky.
Middle
Kain has somehow gotten his hands on a blue moped. He's not too sure how to work this thing, but he's going to try it out. Even if it seems weird to him, why couldn't they have gotten some chocobos here instead? Still, it can't be any harder to operate than an airship, right? Eventually he figures out enough to get started... and he's off! Kain zooms along the beach, savoring the feeling of moving along under the open sky.
Though he has no clue how to stop this thing, whoops?!
Later part of event
Kain's been enjoying himself, especially when he jumps to soar through the air... Which he's doing right now. He glances upward, focuses, and then leaps up from the ground. Maybe there's something about today, he just happens to jump higher than he's done so far... he keeps ascending, higher and higher until...
Crash!!!
He collides with the cave ceiling and goes plummeting downward, back to an awful crash landing on the ground. Owww...
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[Izabel leans over him, one hand on her hip just above where her body stops and becomes a mess of organs and the other scratching at the side of her head.]
Afraid I gotta knock off some points for that landing. You gonna be okay?
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Andrea Quill | OTA
Given the fact that Quill has already been ripped from her familiar life and forced to adapt to a strange alien place once before, settling into Hadriel hasn't been much of a challenge. Mostly frustrating, really - just when she's learned how to operate human washing machines and microwaves and so on, she's faced with yet another set of incomprehensible pictographs on dials and buttons. It's not all bad though, raiding shops for food and supplies is a much more natural way of doing things and nobody even tries to sell her any loyalty cards. The lack of dull human children incapable of grasping basic physics is also a definite plus. Maybe, given time, she'll even miss the crushing self-doubt on their faces.
So when she steps out of her house one morning to find her surroundings have once again changed completely, she's less than pleased. "What the fuck?" she declares emphatically, one hand shielding her eyes against an obnoxiously bright sun. It only takes a moment to realize the river and buildings are still in their usual locations, so at least she hasn't been dragged across the galaxy yet again, because that would be getting old faster than she could kick the ones responsible in their solar plexus. Must be some kind of trick instead. Still though, the fuck.
[2. The Bar]
Generally, Quill doesn't do 'calm' so much as just plain bored. And the best places to take her boredom to around here are the armory and the bar. There's far too many happy people and ludicrously colored transport in the polished streets to actually make it to the armory, so the bar it is. She's sticking to her regular black dress and tights, the only concession to the heat being that she left her coat at home (hidden under her bed, in case one of those lunatics tries to destroy it again).
But it seems not even the alcohol is safe from these uselessly cheerful illusions. All the good drinks are trapped in garishly colored bottles with fruits and insufferably idyllic beach scenes on the labels, all the glasses have straws in them, there's slices of various citrus fruits in tiny bowls all along the bar. The ice cubes are in the shape of little fish, for god's sake. She digs through the shelves, attempting to find something inoffensive to drink and getting increasingly pissed off about it. "What the hell is a 'Sex on the Beach' and why would I want to drink it?"
2 (also sorry for the late tag-in!)
Seeing Quill and her complaining, Ahsoka can't help but grin, pausing at the edge of the bar to watch with her hands on her hips.
"Well, it sounds like a bad idea," she offers. "And isn't that what drinking's all about?"
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Natasha Romanoff | OTA | will match format
That doesn't mean she doesn't take advantage of it, though. It's not hard to find her. She commandeers one of the moped, and even if it isn't the kind of two wheeled transportation she prefers, she makes good use of it to explore the re-imagined city. Take in the views. Take in the changes. She goes to the shops, to the beach, to the bar. Sometimes she even gives in to the inclination to relax. For a moment, she'll sit in the sand and look up at the dusky sky.
Her moments of contentedness don't last long, though, then she's moving on to the next point of interest.
At time wears on, the moments of relaxation become less and less common. Natasha doesn't enjoy having her head played with. Resentment is a strong medicine against the calmness that tries to tempt her, and the more she sees through the illusion the less she can believe it.
How long will it hold together at all?]
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Afternoon. [ He greets her with a warm smile, tilting his head towards the moped parked behind her. He's curious about the things, foreign as they are. ] Did you ride that here?
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Connor & Cash take the beach | Closed
Cheers! [ Cashmere raises her drink in a toast, stretched out happily on a towel in the weird sunset. ]
We deserve a vacation. Don't you think? This is.... a vague approximation of that. It needs more hot people and maybe massages.
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Curufin Fëanorion | OTA
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.
B. Beach
"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?"
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Calanthe | OTA + Closed
Whether or not this is a good thing, at least it's a change. And as distrustful as Cal is, he can't bring himself to worry about it too much. Which, if he thought about it would be odd, but...well, why shouldn't he take advantage of the calm, even if it was a little strange? Evidently, it didn't happen very often. And after the last little game, weren't they owed some kind of a rest?
He started wandering through the city, but it was truly inevitable that he'd end up at the beach. The whole thing was...odd, but not unenjoyable. And certainly not the sort of place he was used to. It was lovely, certainly. As much as he didn't want to trust anything about it, he simply...can't. This was certainly the mellowest he's ever been.
He even smiled as he sat down in the sand, entirely unconcerned. This was probably as good as things were going to get.
CLOSED - Pellaz
Let it never be said that Cal didn't know how to play the game. If it was a courtship he was supposed to provide, then he would make it a grand one. Although the idea of playing coy about it was certainly tempting. Perhaps the middle ground, then.
The garden wasn't that hard to find, either. Hopefully the flowers he'd left in the middle of it would draw attention. Pell's attention, in particular. Underneath the bouquet he's left a small box with a necklace inside.
Someone will have to find it eventually, right?
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When he's about a third of the way through he notices the flowers near the center of the garden. Pell tilts his head in confusion and moves closer, thinking at first that they may be a new addition from the place itself. Part of the changes. But no, it's a bouquet propped up against the other stalks. He picks them up and brings them to his face, taking a deep breath. He hasn't smelled fresh flowers since Galhea. And there's something beneath; a small box. Someone's deliberately placed these things here for him, and he's pretty sure he knows who. Opening the box just confirms it... Pell smiles and laughs softly to himself. Cal. It has to be.
He sets the items carefully aside to continue his work, but when he returns to the house with the usual bag of vegetables he's wearing the necklace and holding the flowers in the crook of his arm. "Caaaaal~" he calls out, putting the bag down on the kitchen table and searching for something to hold water to put the flowers in.
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piper wright / ota
Honestly, real or not - this is nice. Piper has seen books with pictures of the way things looked in the Commonwealth prewar. She can imagine what the buildings that laid in ruin looked like before the bombs dropped. But the ruined city and it's dreary lack of sunshine was not unusual to her.
This was. But it was nice. The sunlight on her face under the brim of her hat had her upturning her face towards the warmth. Piper decides to take this chance to browse the stores... they look so much more enticing now that the windows are clean and whole.
Of course, the clothes are certainly something. Usually finding dresses in such good shape was a rarity. She wasn't one to really worry too much about her clothing, usually in trademark coat. It was functional with what she did. Piper flicked through the racks of brightly colored dresses, occasionally holding one up to better examine it or hold it against her with an appreciative "Huh" or indecisive noise.
She'll walk out of a store holding a few bags, wearing some sweet new shades.
b. vroom vroom
Cars were a thing of the past, but she's seen them. After all their rusted shells lined streets and sometimes hampered a quick escape as much as they made decent shelter (until someone shot it one too many times, causing it to go up but... you know). But she's never seen anything like the small vehicles.
Walking isn't a stressful activity for her, Piper is used to trekking long distances. On occasion you could catch a ride with a caravan if they were feeling generous and you could sweet talk and threw in a couple caps, but walking was the means to get around.
But she liked the odd little vehicles. At first it was curiosity, then it out was out of a genuine enjoyment.
That doesn't mean she's all that great of a driver, when she gets on one - having never actually driven anything before. The speed isn't all there but you probably don't want to get hit, regardless. You might notice a streak of red coming towards you, accompanied by a warning. "Look out! Coming through!"
c. the illusion fades
As the days go on, Piper notices it. Something out the corner of her that looks out of place, flickering just out of sight. The buildings losing some of their shine, reverting to their old ruined state. The clothing she'd bought looks grubby, glasses broken. It rings back into place that this place isn't normal, that she'd spent the last few days enjoying the sunlight and the illusion when she should have been working. Working on getting more information from people.
Places don't just change their appearances like that. That obviously was true here.
Still, she thinks, staring up at the cave ceiling that had replaced the bright blue sky, it had been a nice change. But she didn't give it much thought, before approaching someone nearby - pen and pad of paper in hand. "Excuse me, would you mind answering a few questions? It wont take more than a few minutes."