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[thechoiceisyours]

Who: Open to everyone
What: #TeamTranquillity are in it to win it. Deciding to work together, the gang has taken over the library and converted it into a space for weary residents of Hadriel to catch their breath and just take it easy amid the intensifying competition in the city to invoke one emotion or another.
Where: The Library
When: March 15th to March 21st, duration of the event.
Warnings: Will Update if necessary!

[Hadriel's library has unfortunately seen little use; the books are either unreadable or cover material so random that only Hope someone who completely did not understand the concept of fun would have picked those books. Little wonder it's hardly frequented by Hadriel's residents.

But it's still a library: meaning, it's got plenty of space, and plenty of peace and quiet.

So with all the chaos erupting over the city? It could make the perfect sanctuary, a place to take a breather from the emotion wars. A place where a person could unwind over a cup of coffee, tea or hot chocolate, knit a sweater in peace, or even plunge themselves into pillow/blanket fort and just take a nap. A place to relax.

A place for Tranquillity.

Which is why Team Tranquillity has taken over the library and converted it into a mini R&R. Tables and chairs have been pushed to the side to allow for floor space, and comfortable chairs, sofas and even beanie bags, all in softer pastel colours, dot the empty space. A couple of tables and chairs have been left as well, so that those in need of them can use them as they'd like. And of course, the giant pillow fort bundled in one corner for people to unceremoniously throw themselves into.

The members of Team Tranquillity are all around to ensure that your time in the Tranquillity Space is as relaxing as can be. Some members are even offering services, ranging from massages to meditation, gentle exercises to a steaming hot cup of joe. Knitting classes, advice on handling emotional stress when under torture and trauma, and even some fortune-telling for light laughs.

And it's perfectly alright to drag a beanie bag to your own personal corner and just crash there for the day. No judgement from Team Tranquillity.

A message is sent out via the network to inform Hadriel's citizens of the new place in town to get away from it all. Drop by whenever, do what you need to relax and recharge. It's a stressful world out there, and sometimes we all need to take some time to chill out, right?

Welcome, to the Tranquillity Space.]

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Ravine | OTA

[whip_poor_will]

High in the library, situated in a secluded corner, is a makeshift booth. Curtains currently drawn back reveal a woman inside; though she is sitting cross-legged on the floor over a floor pillow, the sheer impression of her size is difficult to miss. But she intends to be the opposite of intimidating, allowing anyone to approach and accompany her on the adjacent pillow at a low hand-carved wooden table.

Despite the darkness of the setting, there is something oddly calming about the scene, and alluring all the same. At the moment, she has a cast iron teapot with a matching, handleless cup and saucer underneath it. There is only enough for one, however, and she does not seem inclined to indulge herself.

No, this drink is for someone else.

Without there being a blatant sign hanging nearby, it's clearly a fortune teller booth if anyone had ever seen one.

"Come into my parlor," she summons the inquisitive party near, an odd, old accent hinted in her smoky voice.

How funny. A woman wearing sunglasses indoors and in a dark area.

[ooc: Ravine here will be offering to tell characters their fortunes, but only positive ones! Feel free to contact me through any of these avenues if you have any questions.]

ayyy

[sciencelizard]

Alphys, admittedly, wasn't sure what any of Team Tranquil meant by "Tranquility Space", but seeing as her entire life is one big high-strung disaster and she tends to spend a bunch of time in the library regardless, it was worth checking out. As she weaves between stations and people just trying to spread something nice, Ravine's booth catches her eye, and she almost completely misses the other woman's words until she realizes they were probably directed at her.

"Oh, uhm... m-me?" She points to herself with a slight twist of the head, just to make sure there wasn't actually anyone else around, because she does a pretty good job of blending into the background most of the time- it wouldn't be weird if someone was actually trying to get someone else's attention. "What're you, uh... doing here?"

[manofmettle]

After disabling the speakers, Danse had gone round to all the other members of Team Tranquility to check on them. Ravine's booth in its secluded corner is his last stop, and by then he's less infuriated and more weary.

More disappointed in himself for letting it happen, and then losing his cool. Some team mate he is.

He does try to hide it when he comes within sight, but there's a tension to his voice that suggests that if anyone's in need of some tranquility, it's him.

"Is everything alright, Ravine? I'm sorry it took awhile to find and disable all the speakers."

[liveasmyself]

Ray's curious when she sees the large curtains--and then notices the very familiar woman. She creeps up to the booth cautiously, studying the little area until her eyes land on the tea pot.

She looks up at Ravine. "...Hello. We met before.

"What are you doing?"

Her mother was the only one in her family who bothered consulting the fortune teller when it came to dates and names. That affair tended to be somewhat businesslike and routine, so she doesn't readily recognize the trappings of a typical psychic booth.

[einselective]

Marian's noticed one major difference since arriving in Hadriel. Whether it's due to some as-yet unmeasured improved stability to asynchronous waveform collapse, or simply that she's not abusing her device's power on a minute-to-minute basis... whichever it is, she's been experiencing far fewer entanglement anomalies. It's almost safe to just talk to anyone without glancing at the PST signaler on her watch first.

So when she does briefly leave the lab in search of food, taking a couple temporal detours to avoid people along the way, it's a bit of a surprise when a single yellow light on her watch happens to catch her eye. She taps the screen a couple times. Local coherence is lower than expected. She'd been observed coming through somewhere around here recently... even though she hadn't been here yet.

She frowns at the sounds of people coming from the usually abandoned library. The most likely place that someone saw her, then. Or worse, had already talked to her in a conversation she had yet to personally experience. Taking a deep breath and trying to brace herself for whatever unexpected interaction was coming, she heads in.

Intentionally avoiding talking to anyone unless approached first, she makes her way through the building. Spatial accuracy is very low, so the problem could be anywhere around here... and when Ravine's voice reaches her, she turns cautiously, assuming the most neutral expression she can. Is it the first or the second time they've talked today? She has no idea, but she's about to find out.

"I'm fine standing here."

[mismanagement]

"What are you doing?"

Maketh pauses, one hand on her hip. She's been making her rounds and trying not to let her anger bleed out into her voice. She refuses to play this game that the gods have designed - not willingly, at least - and has already burned the bracelet that Sorrow tried to make her with.

Regardless, life goes on. She's been checking in on various parts of the city to ensure that no one is killing each other and - hopefully - that nothing is on fire.

She's seen Ravine around, but doesn't know enough about the woman one way or another.

[onlythemonstrous]

This is probably the least ostentatious augury booth he's ever encountered. Which lends the whole thing an air of legitimacy, really. Shouldn't this Zone of Tranquility or whatever be a break from the whole mess going on? What's tranquil about fortune telling, anyway? Not much, depending on whose fortune it is. What do you mean, there are people who aren't filled with resignation and dread at the entire concept of the future? He hesitates, but curiosity wins out and he approaches the table at her invitation. "Said the spider to the fly? I'm familiar with the saying, but I'm not sure it fits." At least he got it. Considering the city's mishmash of a population, that might be rarer than she was expecting. "Tasseomancy, is it?"

[turingmachine]

Turing has never seen a fortune teller booth before. Perhaps, were they at home and had access to the mesh, they would be able to identify it, but right now they can only stare in wide eyed curiosity.

"Um, okay!" The tiny robot enters the booth with little hesitation.

21st

[synthedick]

Having spent the last few days keeping an eye on the library and enjoying the peace there (save for the obvious, notable interruption) provided by the rest of Tranquility's team, Nick had seen the booth pop up in the corner, but hadn't had the time to stop by and see what it was all about. There'd been the aforementioned interruption to deal with, then some trouble at the bar with members of the other teams who were really taking this 'competition' to heart, and at one point, the booth had visitors, one of whom Nick was doing his damnedest to avoid for the time being. All in all, things had been busy.

It's several days into this team-based game of the gods when he walks past the booth again. His mind is completely elsewhere -- it's hard not to be when Danse is around, reminding him not only of the Commonwealth, but of some unknown history between the two of them -- when through the soft whirr of his processor, Nick hears a voice call out to him. Those golden eyes of his flick in the direction of it, toward the booth, then back to the rest of the library. All seems quiet today; he can take a break. Henry would probably tell him he should, since he's not doing Team Tranquility any favors by not relaxing. He's not keen on this scheme the gods have cooked up, but at least Tranquility would be a preferable winner over Rage or Confusion. Better not accidentally support them if he can help it.

And so, he steps inside. "There something I can help you with?"

Massage

[hotspurred]

[Tranquility.

There's a certain humour in that being associated with him. Henry still cannot quite shift his bemusement over it.

Nor can he sit back and let the fools who do not see the harm in Fear, Rage, Sorrow or Confusion dominating this contest win. So here he is, offering the only talent he possesses that might actually help others to relax: massage.

Anyone who has fought a battle or marched long distances — or indeed done both in a single day — knows well its value and has good practice in applying it. Having been on battlefields since the age of fourteen he is certainly no exception. The highly active life he keeps up here ensures that he has maintained his skill.

Though he never pictured using massage for this end.

It's rare to catch Henry out in public without his armour on, but even he realises that in this case it would be counterproductive to wear. Likewise unarmed, his sword and shield are safely stashed out of sight. The image he presents manning what is obviously their massage station is about as at ease as most will see him. Much of that is the atmosphere that the team has cultivated.

He is ready to do his part.]

[queensberry]

[There is a ton of humor in Henry being in this position while Jacob's in the library.

Let's be clear, here. Jacob did not know Henry would be manning a massage table. Jacob didn't even know he would come here with the urge to sabotage. But you know what he is? He's an opportunist. And when he sees Henry from across the library, he sets down his third cup of tea before making a damn beeline.

Suddenly, despite being in perfect physical condition, he has an ache in his shoulders. That's what he'll go with.]

I've never seen this side of you, Harry. I think I prefer it.

Re: Massage

[survivethis]

[When Jill saw people going into the library to see what tranquility awaited them, Jill couldn't help but get angry. How can people sit around on pillows and sip cocoa when there was so much to be pissed off about?

She went marching up the library steps with every intention of telling off every single person she could find, but when she encountered Henry first, seeing him took some bluster out of her sails.]

Henry? What's all this?

[pellameno]

[ Pell almost doesn't recognize Henry without his armor.

He initially came to get a book -- yes, really -- but upon seeing that team Tranquility had taken over the library, his curiosity was piqued. What are they intending to do? Tea and cocoa, card games and crafting, and apparently Henry is giving massages. He never would have guessed. He approaches with a warm smile, at once fond and curious. ]

Why, Henry. What other skills do you have that I don't know about?

Re: Massage

[saltrock_imp]

[Flick liked Tranquility. He was in fact the only God here he did like. Flick wasn't even sure he liked Hope. Hope was....meddlesome, where as Flick just wanted to be left alone. And if truth be told, he needed more work in being tranquil. He had baked some cookies and had set them up by the hot chocolate for anyone wanting to relax and refresh themselves.

He knew his own love(was it strange, using that word? Would he dare admit that what he felt toward Ulaume was love? What a human emotion) was on Fear's team, but that didn't mean that they all couldn't stop by for refreshments. As long as no one stirred up any trouble. Here's to hoping? He went up to Henry where he'd been massaging others, taking a brief break from his meditation.]

Do you think you could teach me?

[mismanagement]

I see you are keeping busy.

[Maketh offers Henry a faint smile. Of all the gods, she supposes Tranquility is the least offensive. He hasn't yet caused true harm - though she suspects that will not last - and it is better, she supposes, to serve his interests instead of Rage or Fear's. For her part, Maketh has burned the token Sorrow left her with and is attempting - with some reluctance - to be cheerful just to spite him.

It's a bit harder than she anticipated.]

Security + Clean-up + Tea & Hot Chocolate

[manofmettle]

[Close to the coffee cart is a table with flasks of hot tea and hot chocolate, and plenty of warm-coloured mugs. It's self-service, and while the temperature of these beverages are hot, they're not hot enough to burn one's mouth. Looks like someone took a leaf out of a certain monster king's book.

Occasionally you might see Danse around picking up leftover cups to be washed and put back on the rack. He can also be seen checking the flasks and refilling the drinks every now and then when they run low. But mostly, he's around as part of the security presence; he'll be lingering at the lobby close to the entrance, keeping a watchful eye on everyone else.]

[queensberry]

[The thing about a man who's never had hot chocolate before is that he won't stop drinking it.

This, by itself, shouldn't be a problem. It's not a crime for people to enjoy a nice hot beverage. In fact, it should be flattering that he's not only drank the chocolate, but a cup of coffee and tea, even if they won't mix well later.

It should be a crime for how many cups Jacob has left littered at the table he's sitting at. He's taken up two chairs, leaning back in one and using the other as a footrest. A cup of coffee is left steaming, unfinished and abandoned, while there's an two overturned cups of chocolate, one beside it and another on the floor. The most recent one-- the tea-- has been set teetering at the edge.

Jacob is not here to be tranquil. He is here to disrupt it. And he's staring directly at Danse the entire time. Watching. Waiting.]

L Lawliet | OTA

[hearthebell]

[Anyone who doesn't truly know L could be fooled into thinking his nature is a tranquil one. That covers a wide swathe of people in Hadriel, for better or worse; he simply hasn't mingled much, choosing his ventures cautiously and mostly staying in his room at the house shared with Mello and Near. But even if the number of folks who even know his fake name are laughably slim, there's an intensity to the calm blankness, a focus that his absentminded front can only belie for so long, and tonight, it's possible that some of the people he's in the library with might actually pick up on it.

He's most interested in the tea and hot chocolate, partaking generously in both but contributing little to the peaceful setup. On paper, it's exactly what he wants; safety, something apart from the fighting and turmoil, but ultimately, that's been his existence in Hadriel largely up to this point. He's done a lot of quietly lying low and hiding away from fellow prisoners and gods alike, and the result is something that's felt fully and forcefully tonight: boredom.

Knowing from his first worthless attempt shortly after his arrival that the library books are fairly useless, he paces among them nevertheless, steps a little too quick and clipped to really fit with the spirit of tranquility. He wants something to happen and break up the monotony, and he seems close to a breaking point.

If you seem interesting (be honest, do you?) he's probably staring at you right now, making no attempt to downplay or conceal it. He's sizing you up, noting your mannerisms, noticing small details about your appearance and the way you carry yourself. He's profiling you, in as many words, because part of him is really hoping you're here to start something.]

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys has long accepted there's really no quiet way for her to make an entrance in Hadriel; with so many humans here, there's no way for a 4 and a half foot tall yellow lizard woman not to draw focus- especially since she seems to be trying really really hard to blend into the background of things. She's hunched over, hands clasped tight and anxious, keeping herself in small and quiet and never quite getting close enough to anything to interact with it. She's just... surveying things. Seeing what's around.

Of course, she almost outright screams when she turns and manages to catch L's eye, even for a moment.

She does outwardly jump a bit, making a scraping sound as her clawed feet re-find their purchase, and stealing another glance his direction to be sure yes, okay, there is a human and they're just watching and that's not weird at all. She continues to take a few furtive glances, hoping at length he won't actually notice, but when it becomes apparent he might have not even blinked, she's beginning to realize this is not the best strategy.

So instead, she just... waves. A little stiffly. At least she's trying to smile.]

Hello...?

Anne of Austria | ota (sewing/crafting circle)

[souveraine]

[Anne had arranged some chairs in a circle in one corner of the library where it would be quiet. Anyone who wants to chat while working on sewing, knitting or any other busy work is welcome to join her. She even brought extra supplies for anyone who needed them.

She settles herself on one of the chairs, her embroidery in her lap as she worked. The queen wore a simple dress, her hair braided back neatly, her sword stashed by her chair next to her sewing bag on the floor.

It was relaxing to work on something that was so familiar and she hoped that others would find the same peace and calm as she did. She'll even teach anyone who wishes to learn so come take a seat with her, all are welcome.]

[manofmettle]

[She's been working on that scrap of cloth for awhile now. Danse really marvels at her quiet and patient diligence.

Eventually when she has a moment alone to herself, Danse finally approaches her, a cup of hot tea in hand that he offers to her.]

Here. You've been at your sewing for quite some time. Consider a break for your fingers, miss.

[There's something about the way she holds herself, refined and graceful and poised, that gives Danse the impression that she's not your typical person. Hence, the 'miss' tacked on at the end.]

sans | closed to JACOB but will be OTA later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[skelebro]

[Look. He's got nothin' against Tranquility. Tranquility is absolutely a very chill individual, and Sans likes him fine. 'S just that, in order to win this thing, it seems he'll have to channel his inner Papyrus.

And he's gonna start by hookin' up a couple jerry-rigged speakers here and there. He's gotta thank Alphys for havin' the technological expertise necessary to help him put that much together. Pretty soon they're gonna get to see the sparks fly, and it'll be glorious.

Don't mind him. He's not planning anything, uh, untoward.

Probably.]

GET REKT TRANQUILITY

[queensberry]

[Jacob was already crashing the Tranquility Space with mild attempts at disturbing the peace. Making a mess, visiting Henry... He was picking things off, surely, but it just wasn't that great an impact.

Sans thought bigger. Jacob didn't know what the hell those speakers were, but he knew he had to make for them immediately.]

Tell me everything.

ned wynert | ota

[trainspotter]

one
[Ned has obtained a deck of cards, and so he is definitely going to sit around on bean bags and play some very relaxing card games. He's relaxed, at the very least... card game adrenaline relaxes him. He'll invite almost anyone who looks passingly interested in his (not very flashy) card shuffling to come sit down and play with him, but there is one thing—

He's not going to name the game. And besides that, he's not going to explain the rules. With enough observation, the game is not hard to figure out, although why does he keep conveniently winning the pile of played cards...??

It's possible Ned is not a gold star member of Team Tranquility, but he's having a chill time!!]


two
[At some point before Delight's bar explodes, Ned swipes a bottle of whiskey (or two) for his own purposes. Right now that purpose is making himself a rudimentary Irish coffee, which also is very soothing. If he's spotted - and he's not trying to be subtle, so - he'll waggle the bottle with a wink.]

Want a drop?

[but not children, you go drink some hot milk or something]


wildcard??
[He'll loiter around the library for a few days in a half-hearted attempt at team solidarity, otherwise...]

Two

[manofmettle]

[He's tempted. Really darn tempted. And after disabling the speakers and dealing with those two troublemaker, maybe, maybe he's earned this one.

Maybe if it's mixed with coffee? His will power has been utterly tested to heck and back, and combined with his curiosity (because coffee and whiskey, really???) and his secret sweet tooth, that drink is a heck of a temptation that he honestly doesn't have the strength to fight right now.

Danse drags himself to the table and sits himself down, ragged and tired out.]

You're mixing coffee, whiskey and cream?

Asgore | OTA

[journalname]

[Asgore, evidently, is meant to be on Sorrow's team.

However, he really hasn't the heart. Part of him feels the same compulsion as everyone to help the group - and indeed, he is sorry that he's not contributing to his teammate's efforts, even if he isn't close to any of them. But really...he has caused enough sorrow in his life. All he ever really wanted to bring was Hope.

Instead, he's elected to sit this one out, for the most part. Team Tranquility's little bastion of peace is attractive in this time of chaos and competition, so the old king finds himself there before very long. He is too large and inhuman to tuck himself away easily, but he's making an attempt nonetheless - he's seated in an armchair off in a corner, attempting to follow along with one of the simple knitting patterns available. He looks like he knows how it's meant to work in theory, but he's not very good. His fingers are too large for the needles.

He's tucked his team bracelet away somewhere, so it isn't visible. All he wants to do right now is have a moment or two of peace.]

Re: Asgore | OTA

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen is pacing about the library a bit unsure what to do with himself when he spots a being unlike any he's ever encountered. Another 'first' for him, compliments of the cave it would seem. As his steps slow, then eventually stop a voice in the back of his mind wonders if this person is of the type of 'monsters' that Sans and Frisk were telling him about. The ones that sounded more fit for the world of a storybook rather than in a library of books.

Lee stares for a beat then internally scolds himself for doing so when his self-awareness returns.

Quietly he pads closer.]

Do you knit often?

Chris | OTA | Coffee!

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris isn't at the library all the time during the event--he has friends to check up, supplies to gather, etc--but he is around a lot, and spends most of the time running the coffee cart that he uh... Liberated, from the bar. But seeing as the cart was his and Emily's doing anyway, he figures it won't hurt to use it to his benefit, as well as the benefit of everyone else on team Tranquility and, really, everyone who wants to relax and have coffee.

Having gotten pretty good at making coffee at this point, he's also experimenting. Someone want a mocha? He can probably manage it with a bit of the hot chocolate mix. Want a really sketchy but still good frappuccino? He recently figured that out, and just ignore the fact that the blender he found quacks like a duck when it's used.

When he's not making coffee though, he's mostly lounging on a chair and playing with his phone. Being tranquil himself is just as important as inspiring it in others, right?]

[pellameno]

So this is where the cart went.

[ Pell doesn't sound put out as he approaches, though, he's actually smiling. But the next thing out of his mouth isn't a coffee order, rather it's a gentle inquiry. ]

Why do you think Tranquility chose you?

Dr. Lee Rosen / OTA

[drabsolutelynot]

Tranquility.

Rosen is unsure if the association is fitting or ironic. Or humorous. He is many things that seem adjacent to tranquil: even tempered, quiet, and self-reflective, but, at least in his opinion, he never seemed to have reached the upper peak of 'tranquil' in his life. He always felt 'tranquil' implied a type of inner peace that is, as of yet, unknown to him and is likely to remain so.

Even so, he finds himself relieved to be so recruited into 'tranquil'.

And as such he has couched himself unceremoniously across two beanbag chairs, a pile of unreadable books around him and a stack of papers with his scribblings on them. But for the moment he is resting, eyes closed though he isn't sleeping, and hands folded neatly across his stomach. Now and again as others pass him by his eyes flutter open, he steals a peek at his surroundings, then they slip closed again.

It is in this moment, despite everything that comes with being trapped in this cave, that he feels his freedom

He was unsure what to bring to contribute, but the harp he has recently received from Curufin sits at the ready should it be of interest to anyone.

[hotspurred]

It's been so long since Henry has encountered the prospect of music he is familiar with. While walking around the library to stretch his legs, he spots the harp and double-takes, before changing direction and approaching.

He clears his throat to get Rosen's attention, then gestures to the harp.

"Would you mind playing a piece?"

Andrea Quill | OTA

[war_itself]

It had taken some deliberation for Quill to decide on joining this juvenile little competition. Her first reaction had been to toss the letter and bracelet into the bin, scoffing at the idea that she would serve any of their captors. Their attempt at gaining power and loyalty is ludicrously obvious, and the fact that it's worded like a bloody bake sale contest wasn't helping. Even though Rage is arguably the most tolerable of the lot, being responsible for the armory. And her blessing and potential reward are bound to be useful. And Quill has been getting increasingly restless without a real task to focus on.

Eventually she'd caved and sent a text to Rage to gauge how much a god's favor might really be worth, stuffed the bracelet in a jacket pocket and went into the city. The easiest and most satisfying way of inciting anger is right out, her punishment by a dead enemy still taking the spice out of life even here. But that's alright, she'll think of something.

And where better to look for targets than the place excitement goes to die? All the sentimental goody two shoes and insufferable god apologists are likely to be there, so she makes her way into the library and wanders around idly, scoping out the painfully dull arrangements with a perfectly arched eyebrow that seems to say is this the best you can do? She may also be purposefully shoulder checking anyone who walks by too closely with a beverage in hand. She's taking it slow for now, ok.