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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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[Maketh sits with a sigh. There's nothing better to do. The gods are playing their game, as they do, and if she falls too heavily to anger, then she's helping them. The thought sits uneasily with her, going sour. She was never very good at being cheerful. She can smile on command and say the right things - as scripted - but that's not the same thing.

At least there is coffee, in the meantime.]

A small amenity. I would not call it a kindness.

[She accepts the mug with a nod, drinking.]

Thank you, sir.

Nobody said anything about a kindness. [He holds his hands up when he says it in a little gesture meant to convey that he sure isn't implying anything spectacular about the gods providing a coffee cart. But coffee is nice and it tastes good enough.

And maybe ragging on the probably-fake-gods actively would spoil the tranquility, which is a mood he'll appreciate in its own right, the "contest" aside.]

Coffee's coffee. You can call me Ned.

[Maketh shrugs, taking another drink.]

The gods would call it that. We ought to be grateful for what they do.

[But that rage - that burning resentment - will accomplish nothing here. Be practical, soldier. Remember you place.]

All right, Ned.

[She's trying.]

Have you settled in?

Well, there are maybe ten things in life I'm really grateful for and none of 'em are gods. Cheers.

[He will just have his own mini toast to that all by himself, it's fine. He might not be as prone to sitting around and relaxing as other members of the Tranquility group, but he's got the level-headed, casual bitterness down perfectly. Hooray... As for settling in,]

I'm working on it. Some ideas are on the table, you know how it goes.

Such as?

[Ned seems like a smart man. The sort she ought to keep an eye on.]

[Like forcing an economy into this sharing-is-caring commune, but that would take real time, so:] You've met Frye.

[They swap stories. He ought to preface with that, since... Jacob.] We've got a little pub nobody's claimed and time to spare to fix it up, and you have my word that it's not going to get in anyone's way.

[Still not a Minor Annoyance: this guy.]

[Urg. Maketh feels her eyebrow twitch and powers through it with a tight smile.]

We've met.

[She can tell Jacob is going to be trouble.]

And what, exactly, would two gentlemen such as yourselves be doing with a pub?

[Gee whiz he sure does keep getting that reaction about Jacob!! It just seems to slide right off him though, as he perks up to talk about the pub instead.]

Fixing it up, like I said. I know there's a functional bar around here already, but variety is the spice of life, or so they say. We're giving people options.

[Maketh sips her coffee, letting the alcohol sink into her.] Options.

[She's met Jacob. She's automatically suspicious.]

Which, of course, will give me no cause for concern.

[Or they better not.]

[Options! People love options!]

Would I be telling you about it if I thought you were ever so eager to stop us?

[Maketh just sighs.]

Don't set anything - or anyone - on fire, and you can do as you please.

And your blessing is greatly appreciated. I'll pass the word along.

[He doesn't actually know if Jacob has ever set someone on fire, but he hasn't, so clearly that isn't directed at him.]

[Smartass. Maketh just sighs. Again.

She has a feeling she's going to be doing that a lot where Jacob is concerned.]

Thank you for the coffee, sir--Ned.

[Smartassery is not against the law, he's safe.]

Not a problem. You ever need a place to let off steam, well—I'll let you know where to find us in good time.

'Let off steam.' [Maketh watches Ned a moment, curious.] I can do that already in Delight's establishment.

Options. [He says this with a little gesture with both his hands, like options are the most exciting thing in the world.] Some people like to let off steam without anybody breathing down their necks.

[Options. Right.

Maketh just sighs. She'll have to figure it out on her own, then.]

Remember what I said. No. Arson.

[Or, you know, murdering anyone in front of witnesses.]

[Okay, that's just going to make him curious, enough for the plucky enthusiasm to go down a bit—]

Is that a problem around here?

On occasion.

[She hasn't forgotten what Warric tried to do. Urg.]

People come back when they die. Buildings, less often. It's a waste of resources.

[Maketh tends towards the brutal half of practicality.]

Captain, anyone comes near my pub with so much as a cigarette they shouldn't have, I'll have 'em delivered to you personally.

[Cross his heart, and everything. Except Jacob would get there first, but details.]

Your commitment to the continued survival of this city is admirable.

[Whether she believes him or not is beyond the point. Ned is a smart man. If he challenges her, he won't do it so blatantly. There will probably be trouble but not, Maketh suspects, the kind she'll need to intervene with. At least not overly much. She finishes her coffee and stands, back perfectly straight.]

Thank you for the coffee. And the enlightening conversation.

[He can guarantee that none of the trouble will be arson, because that is his stupid crap pub and he will go to bat for it. That's the best he'll be able to do, though.

For now he just nods, touching the brim of his hat but not quite tipping it.]

Like I said, I'll be around. You have a fine day, now.