Event Post: Everyone Chill

[hadrielmods]

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 The spires have been replaced by shining skyscrapers, the roads are clear of rubble and paved neatly.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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Comments

[circumitus]

Why you do this, Maketh?

"Am sure she has better things to do with her time. Anyone would have better things to do than that."

[mismanagement]

Maketh shrugs, still grinning. The target is there and it's just so tempting to press. Just a little. There's no harm in it. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who's to say the challenge wouldn't ultimately improve her skill?"

[circumitus]

No harm until someone loses an eye.

(Okay, it's not that dire.)

"Yes, well. Wouldn't have any use for it, anyway. Not like we have occasions that call for formal wear." As if you need an excuse, Rey...

[mismanagement]

Maketh huffs, though she's smiling as she does. "I shudder to think what formal events would end with one losing an eye. And I suppose we could use a moral booster. Something real, I mean. Not another of their tricks."

It should be obvious who she's referring to.

[circumitus]

You never know with Rey. She came a hair's breadth from killing someone that night at the opera, had her brother not intervened.

"Wonder what it'd take to get some sort of theater up and running."

Why is she even considering this seriously?

[mismanagement]

Maketh pauses. "I don't know. It would be nice to have something entirely of our own design. I suppose someone here can act? Or...something."

[circumitus]

If Rey was the type to have gone to school, or remember what it was like for the various individuals she had been over the last century, maybe she'd have imagined some sort of school play. A pitiable attempt at stage performance for children, but with a city of morally questionable citizens.

"Unlikely, but guess acting talent is entirely optional. Wouldn't that be something to see?"

She isn't at all picturing this with a hint of amusement. Nope.

[mismanagement]

Maketh pauses, considering it.

"Well," she admits, "it could be good for a laugh, I suppose."

[circumitus]

"Seems like we could use more of those around here."

Why are they even talking about this?

[mismanagement]

Maketh huffs. "I suppose. So long as the gods aren't involved."

Somethng of their own invention might do well to lighten the mood, though.

[circumitus]

"Of course. That'll be the first rule enforced. 'No gods allowed'." Pause. "Maybe Delight, though."

Delight can stay. She brings booze.

[mismanagement]

Maketh laughs. "I'm liking this idea more and more."