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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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To be fair, there are perfectly logical reasons for no necessary introductions. Perhaps one heard it via word of mouth, or over the network? What if a little birdie echoed something that eventually reached a stranger's ears?

Whatever the case may be, Ravine remains unfaltering in face of Marian's tense, studying stare.

"We had a slight setback when some jokesters thought to play a rather impractical joke, but that's all been settled."

Somehow, she has a feeling that inspiring any chill in the people here is going to be easier said than done.

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Chill is definitely not going to be an easy one here, that's for sure. But more agreeable than usual is definitely do-able. Until Marian resolves whatever it is causing the desynchronous event, she'll play it safe.

"Oh. Good. Ah, you know, I don't think I caught your name... before?" Marian offers a little uncertainly, still feeling out the situation, squinting a little.

It's a challenge, and she is always up for a challenge. She has dealt with finicky souls before; the living is oftentimes not much different -- except for when they are. But that's another story.

"I am called Ravine," she replies, somehow indicating it less to be a name and more... something else. "Are you still going to just stand there, professor? It's okay, I don't bite."

She also doesn't mind being the one having to crane her head to look up at someone for a change.

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"Ravine. Right." she repeats, squinting a little. She doesn't like the darkness, but she's trying to play along in case there's something that needs to be resolved, timeline-wise. Hesitantly, she eases down onto the pillow at the table... and freezes up when she realizes Ravine's eyes aen't just hidden in shadow, she's wearing sunglasses.

Her heartbeat rises, holding her breath. This was a mistake but it's too late, she's here now. Now what is she going to do?

Come on, Marian. There could be plenty of reasons for someone to wear shades indoors and in the total dark. Like she could be blind, or suffer hypersensitivity to light, or have two black voids instead of eyeballs that force you to look into the deepest and darkest parts of yourself until you go mad, mad, mad.

At least, Ravine contradicts the latter part when she slides the glasses from her face, allowing for more personable conversation for the most part.

"Though I'm aware that most people tend to be uneasy when they meet me, you can relax. I don't mean anyone here harm."

Which begs to question what intentions she does have.

Uneasy when they meet me, she'd said. So a first meeting, then. Between decreased temporal risk and the reveal of perfectly normal, regular eyes (thank god), Marian's tension decreases visibly, letting out her breath in long sigh. It's like it's just one thing after another, here. All these little things that would have never bothered her before causing these sudden, irrational peaks of terror. Got to get a grip.

"Anyone here?" she questions. "What do you want, then?" Just finish up with... whatever nonsense this is and get back to trying to track down where she needs to go, and what she needs to do to make that yellow light go away.

"This city, I mean to say," she clarifies.

In truth, Ravine so rarely ever intends to do one harm. Rather she just happens to be there during a difficult transition.

She leans in, hand under her chin when she notes Marian's disquiet. What does the yellow light mean? she wants to ask, but is fairly certain that it would result in the opposite of what she is trying to aim for here.

Instead, she inquires something more pressing. "I am not here for me -- I'm here for you. There's a reason you came here, yes? Perhaps I have the answer."

Well, yes, the reason being some kind of temporal anomaly that she'd be well advised to fix sooner rather than later. But she wasn't about to explain that. Letting people know about her device can cause problems, not the least of which is other people wanting to use it for their own ends. Not advisable.

Perhaps she had talked (or would talk, by her own chronology) to someone else here earlier.. or just been seen passing through. Observation was the key, after all. Maybe that was all it had been. But then how did Ravine know her name, profession?

"Not likely. But feel free to go ahead. Tell me whatever answer you think you have," she says sourly, pulling back just as little as Ravine leans in, skeptical.

"Easy. You're following the 'yellow brick road', correct?" Ravine says, tilting her cheek into the palm of her hand as she studies Marian, sitting across from her. "Or, in this case, it's a circle. No, a dot. A dot on a clock. Yes?"

Ravine moves to gesture to her own wrist, indicating the device that's on Marian's.

Almost instinctively, Marian covers her watch with her other hand, hiding it. Just... what is going on here?

Weighing her options carefully, Marian's response is less surprised and more definitively cautious. The less said the better. "...Something like that." After all, she thinks, Ravine doesn't seem to understand it exactly; it's the kind of description that someone who waves everything off as 'magic' might give, rather than the technical explanation, an indicator of some as-yet unresolved timeline conflict.

The guarded response is a heavy signal that she's on the right track to what the problem is here. Ravine's expression remains pleasant, unchanging as her eyes don't -- and never have -- left Marian even as she withdraws the watch from view.

"Marian Tenebris," Ravine says, the silken weight in her accent speaking those two words more like a title than a name. "I am very conversant with the consequences of altering paths to a crumbling future. That may not be the case with whatever's at the end of that yellow dot, but I do know a thing or two."

You know. About things.

Should it be surprising? Maybe not. There's nothing to say what she discovered was unique, especially amongst the diverse array of power and creatures she's seen here. At the same time, it might also be better not to take this at face value. So far she's been expressly, purposefully vague, circling around the problem at hand.

"Enlighten me, then. What exactly is your experience? I'd be very interested in hearing about these 'one or two' things you know," she says, still unsure, but at least willing to listen.

"I'm no physicist, if that's what you're wondering. It would be difficult to explain in a scientific manner." She does not mean this as a slight or even condescension. It just is what it is. "To put it simply, I don't exist. Not in the same way that you do, or in the same way that you exist in now and then and later on."

Sometimes, people's fates come in the form of threads. There are those who have more than others, and some...

There are some who don't have any of those things, but 'worms'.

"Do you like to travel?" Ravine asks innocuously.

"No." She doesn't like it. But it's useful, even in the limited range she has access to, and frankly and more worryingly, she's not entirely sure what would happen if she destroyed the device, or even if or when it would be safe to do.

Marian narrows her eyes a bit at Ravine's explanation. But this is a solid explanation for the conversation so far and, like the entities she'd seen... perhaps the rules are different for her, as far as interaction with the spatiotemporal waveform. For whatever unknown or as yet inexplicable reason.

"Get to the point."

"I suppose no sane person would."

Not that form of travel, that is -- and certainly not in the way that Marian's experience has affected her. She's afflicted, that much Ravine can see amid all of the many, many writhing possibilities.

She looks down at her folded pair of sunglasses, tapping them over the surface of the table. Unfortunately, she knows that, depending on how she goes about this, her answer may result in the opposite of what she intends to do here. Her purpose has shifted now that the endgame has altered playing field.

"You're looking for a space-time abnormality, are you not?" Ravine asks, her tones remaining plain and pleasant. "I may not have holes in my face, but I can see how it would be cause for concern for those who have reason to."

Some people... know way more than they should.

Just how she knows it or why she knows it isn't clear.

"Can you? If what you're saying is true, I'd imagine that kind of thing isn't very important to someone like you. Or do you think you're trying to help?"

Yes, some people.

Although one could easily argue whether or not Ravine is considered 'people'. By standard definition, in any case. (Spoilers: She's not really people.)

"Ah, I make an effort not to intervene on any fate-altering courses. A bit of advice never hurts, though -- provided that you know how much and how little to divulge." Riiight.

"And provided it's accurate," she says, narrowing her eyes. Maybe it doesn't matter for Ravine (and it certainly didn't matter to the things she'd seen, as far as she could tell), but Marian doesn't want to test what happens when causality is violated for her, personally.

"'Divulge' what you see fit and then... I think I'll be going," she says flatly.

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