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hadriel_logs2016-12-27 10:41 am
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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 The spires have been replaced by shining skyscrapers, the roads are clear of rubble and paved neatly.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.
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► If you chill out so much you end up dead, please let us know here.
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.
"Will, how lovely to see you again. And yes, I am actually. It's nice..." He trailed off, frowning suddenly, because yes, it was nice. But it wasn't... it wasn't permanent, nothing here was, nothing good or bad it seemed, and he shook his head, because he didn't want to think about that right now, damn it.
"Would you like to join me?" There was a smile when he looked back up at him, patting the sand next to him so Will could have a seat with him. Nothing bad or terrible, just two men on the beach, enjoying each other's company.
Get that wine flowing and anything is possible.
"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.
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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?"
shopping!
"I d-don't know, really, maybe they thought, uhm, it'd fit the aesthetic or something? But in that case I don't think, uhm, they have a g-good idea of color palettes." It's only then she actually looks up, sees who's talking, and the blush that overtakes her face is probably obvious, one part from embarrassment at reacting to a stranger and one part oh no he's hot.
"I mean, uhm, I d-don't know! Or, uhm, maybe they just borrowed it from, uhm, another world, or, something? I mean, uhm, I've certainly never s-seen anything like it."
Re: shopping!
"Knowing the gods that are probably responsible for that, it's most likely that they've no idea what they're doing when it comes to color." He sighs, putting it back on the rack "I can only hope that we shall never see anything like it again." The problem was that there wasn't really anything here that wasn't, to his eye at least, in an absolutely terrible color palette. He could deal with the flowers, perhaps even the girls wearing grass skirts and coconuts or the men in what looked like nothing more than smallclothes to him, if it weren't for the colors being so incredibly bright.
"Dorian Pavus, I don't believe we've met." He holds his hand out, curious what the lizard... woman's hands might feel like. Scaled? Claws? Closer to human? Perhaps like a Qunari with long nails and rougher skin? The possibilities were endless.
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In the meantime, he introduces himself, formally, and she adjusts her glasses before taking his hand. "Oh, uhm, I-I'm Alphys. Dr. Alphys, actually, but uh, j-just Alphys is fine. I haven't been here very long." She's still not used to the way human hands feel- all squishy and sometimes rough in places where they're worn and used. Alphys', on the other hand, are warm, but feel more like lizard scales, with small dull claws on the end of each finger. They'd probably be sharper if she didn't chew on them when she was nervous- her teeth are sharper in the back but dull in the front where the front two poke out, just as dull as a human's. Otherwise, she... sure does look like a five or so foot tall lizard person, tail and all. Frankly, to her, it's odder to see so many humans milling about.
Shopping
The androgynous figure grinned at the rather terrible shirt Dorian had in his hand and shook his head.
"Considering there are other options? I don't think so. It might make a nice dishcloth though." Sorry Dorian, Flick couldn't help being practical.