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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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[Luckily, Ned didn't even try to stop Jacob's nonsense. He's not the man's keeper, and he is very busy with his deck of cards over here... He glances up when Jacob flops down, splitting the deck in his hands and handing one half to Jacob automatically. There is no "I don't want to play" here.]

Cheating? [Scoff!!] I'm better at cards than most, including you. You could use a breather.

[So, let's go. Play cards with him.]

["I don't want to play" is on the tip of his tongue when Ned holds out the cards. He already knows he's terrible at any game without getting beaten again, let alone by his associate. Yet he's still taking them up before sinking back into his bean bag.

Jacob's a masochist, apparently.] For your information, I'm having the time of my life. I've even discovered what hot chocolate is.

[Just think, Ned implied they were friends earlier today. A real step up in the world. He shuffles the half of the deck in his hands still, just a little, and the game he will not name begins.]

Yeah? Coffee for kids? [He saw the hot chocolate...]

[Friends make friends lose terribly at card games, apparently. Jacob takes after Ned, shuffling his own deck before setting it face down. Queen.]

It doesn't taste like coffee. [He's defensive of his kiddie drink, thank you!!] It's better than what they call tea.

[Ugh, he's the worst, and he doesn't even know what he's doing. Ned frowns as he puts down two cards - 4, 6 - and slides the little pile over to Jacob to take.]

Did you drink everything here? [what a child] You can't pour a shot into a hot chocolate.

[Because it's for children, obviously.]

You can't with that attitude, Ned. [tdl: pour a shot into hot chocolate. Thanks, Ned.

He doesn't know why he's taking these cards, but he sure is happy about it. He even has a smug little smirk, like he knows what he's doing. The next card he puts down is an 8.]

It would go well with cookies. If I win this, you have to try them.

[He likes his classy spiked coffee, go away kid drink boy. Ned gives him a look, then puts down a card: a 5. Boring!!]

So your cookies with the chocolate in them turned out that bad, huh. [like....] And what do I get if I win?

They... [Well, they turned out something. Jacob bites his tongue, instead putting down a... 3. Really boring!!]

What do you want if you win? Another favor?

I already have too many favors from you. [False, he can never have too many favors. But he's racked up enough lately to be open to suggestions. He puts down a 7. Dull!!]

What else have you got, Frye? Something tempting?

What exactly do you think I've been doing, Wynert? You're the one who's supposed to give me valuables.

[Hmmm... hm. He'll sit back to dig through his coat, producing a handful of sweets, a knit stress ball, a knit hat for that stress ball, a knife... He'll even take off his own hat.]

Or we can ask each other questions we have to answer, and you try my cookies out of the kindness of your own heart. [And... a 2. Because that one exists.]

Edited (SHUT UP LAURA) 2017-03-18 02:37 (UTC)

[He doesn't want Jacob's hat, get that away from him. This is all getting in the way of his card game, so excuse him while he moves the pile of cards a little to the side and puts down... a Queen!! Finally.]

Pass. What is that thing? [The little sad ball, what is that??]

It's a stress ball. [Look at him, actually knowing things.

He'll even squeeze it's miserable little face before he puts down two cards. A 6, and an Ace.] You might need it more than I do.

It's a what? [That's stupid... Ned puts down one card - a 3 - and pauses to reach over and poke the stress ball's sad little face so it rolls away from looking at him. Why.] I'm not stressed.

[He puts down another 3, then a Jack. Your move, stress boy.]

[Um, his stress ball is cute!! Maybe Ned can stop judging everything he does.]

You might be when I do... this. [And it's... a 9. He's not actually sure what he's doing, but he's sure he's doing it wrong.]

[Maybe he should stop doing judge-able things?? Like that. Ned spares him the full brunt of his scorn because it is more or less a game of chance before you memorize the order of the cards in your hand, but— Jacob, please. He still chuckles, sweeping the whole pile over to himself and ordering it into his deck.]

Well, what do you know, it really is helping. I feel great.

I don't know how yet, but that's just not fair. [Stupid Ned and his stupid cards. Jacob leans back, grumbling as he tossed down another 3.]

If we were playing whist, I'd sweep the floor. [What a liar.]

D'you even know what we're playing right now?

[Seems like maybe not... Jacob sucks at cards anyway, though, so!! Here is a 7.]

I know I haven't drank enough for this.

[Ugh!! At least he has a King.]

You better be delighted when you win this. You owe me something.

[Ned has some whiskey still?? Should they play drunk cards?]

It's always a pleasure, Frye, and I think losing a game doesn't entitle you to the favor...

Why would I want a favor when I could have a drink? Don't be silly.

[Drunk cards a-go. Jacob will even get up and go grab them some coffee for it. Ned's right, he doesn't have the stomach to shove anything into hot chocolate.

He'll even get out those god awful burnt cookies.]

[Oh, there he goes. Now he really won't win, but that's fine. Ned will wait, without even shuffling the cards around on the table. He's not cheating at this specific part.

Those cookies are getting one hell of a skeptical look when Jacob comes back, though. No...]

These... were... the good ones. [Jacob knows they look terrible. Jacob still shoves one his mouth and places down another face card like it's nothing.] Before my stove decided it just couldn't handle Jacob Frye.

[Or... he couldn't handle the stove...]

[Good lord, look at him inhale that entire horrible-looking cookie. Ned watches him with a kind of muted wonder, turning over a couple cards and pushing the tiny pile at Jacob like a necessary sacrifice.]

So you're saying we're going to need more whiskey to wash them down. [Here, he'll put his cards down for a moment to reach for those coffees, and wait...] What happened to your stove?

A... little. [A lot. His cookies are terrible. There's like, one that aren't thoroughly burnt, and those are the one he will slide in Ned's direction.] As it turns out, you need to turn the stove off when you're finished.

[Who knew!! Jacob takes this opportunity to brush his hair back, like talking about baking these was hard work.] Or else it will eventually catch fire while you're enjoying resting in a bath. And the bath water will be difficult to throw over it while you're nude, half awake, and without a bucket.

[how could he miss this incredible spectacle]

Barely a week in, and you set the place on fire. [He says it like he's not surprised, picking up one of the less burnt cookies to look at it critically while he decides whether or not to eat it. Hmm.] Maybe you should stop trying to multitask with your pants off.

[He can make fun of this... for so long....... thanks Jacob!!]