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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.]

Comments

JESUS CHRIST LMAO NICE

[skelebro]

[Oh, hey. Hey there, tall lady. Don't mind him. He's gonna glance up at her, leisurely as you please, and lean back against one of the bookshelves as her voice works its way into his skull, literally.

In his thoughts. In his SOUL on top of it?

Heh.

Heh heh heh.

Nah.]

D'you mind?

[The words are placid and amiable as ever, despite the spike of uncertainty he's gotta tamp down, nestled in his SOUL.]

[whip_poor_will]

[Let's be real here -- Ravine would have been perfectly suited for Fear if she was inclined to use her "gifts" in such a way.

[As it is, the one good thing she is trying to use them for is being disrupted by their meddling.]

Not really, but quite a few people will.

[This time, fortunately, she uses her voice. It's less echo-like than in his head, but no less unsettling if you're not used to the transition.

[...Or used to not having personal space, for that matter. As Ravine seems to be right up in Sans' at the moment.]

Keep at this game of yours, and you'll make them angry. You won't like it when they're angry.

[Yeah, she went there. Tit for tat, memefool.]

[skelebro]

[Yeah, okay. The switch back to the audible rather than the wheedling psychological is a step but, but he ain't more likely just up and start listening to a threat like that.

All the same, he lays it all flat, keeps himself unperturbed. Shrugs, real nice and casual.]

Hey, no worries. Pretty sure it won't last forever.

[Someone's bound to interrupt at some point or another, whether by cuttin' all the wires or switching the tunes to something a little more relaxing.]

[whip_poor_will]

[At the very least, it isn't much of a threat on her part. Ravine is adverse to raising her hand in such a way, even to a monster. A soul is a soul, after all -- regardless of what form it is wearing, be it skin or bone.]

Oh, it won't. And you will not attempt this stunt here again.

[It isn't a request or even an order. Strange.]

[skelebro]

Uh-huh.

[He don't sound real bothered. She's confident in whatever potential punishment or threat she could theoretically mete out, sure, but the bottom line is that it don't much matter.

And he's got no call to care, one way or another.]

[whip_poor_will]

I don't think you're quite understanding your position here.

[As she speaks, she leans over, placing a long, skinny, gloved finger over the top of Sans' skull. The edge of her mouth goes crooked and the voice in his head returns:]

Get lost.

[skelebro]

[Yeah, thanks, that weren't any nicer to listen to the first time. The condescension certain' ain't helpin' her case any. He meets her gaze evenly, even if he has to tip his skull back to do so, apparently unperturbed.

He's had a few too many people steppin' foot in his head for him to panic now.]

You don't own the library, pal. You don't like it, you do somethin' about it.

[Like, say, joining Danse and Henry in their front against the speakers, instead of droppin' latent threats on people who're just doin' their gods' jobs.]