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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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!!]

Or maybe I should try harder. [Jacob winks, leaning back with his coffee and shoving another cookie in his mouth. Like Ned predicted, it needed the whiskey to be even remotely bearable.]

If your couch is... available... I can only take the smell for so long.

[Things that aren't great flirting: Jacob destroying his apartment in the first week. Ned rolls his eyes, tentatively trying a bit of the less burnt cookie... It's. It's somewhat edible.

He puts it down anyway. He tried it, he's done.]

Can't you just pick another apartment? [Hmm,] Although I suppose you're bound to ruin another stove if left on your own again.

[will he ever say yes or no, stay tuned]

[One bite is more than Jacob ever expected, so he can't help the smile on his face. Is he losing this game? Probably. Does he care about it anymore? No. Day: made.]

I'd probably get kicked out for ruining one too many. I could always find a nice box... You wouldn't put me out, would you?

[That actually gets Ned to frown, not his usual "you are dumb" frown, but the frown of someone remembering how... eager some of the guardsmen seem to be to come down hard on troublemakers. It wouldn't do if he had to get in the middle of Jacob getting in real trouble!!

Basically: goddamn it, Frye.]

Didn't I tell you to find a good box in the first place? [SIGH...] Alright, but only until your place airs out the smell.

[He lied, lyingly.]

It might take awhile with the... lack of windows. [Were there windows? Probably not. He can't really remember, all wrapped up in being a newly adopted puppy.]

Just think of me as your bodyguard. But I hope you don't actually need one already.

[His new puppy who isn't allowed near the stove. That's what's happening in Ned's life, now. He sits back, considering Jacob for a moment before shaking his head.]

You know what face people keep making when they find out I know you? Looks something like this- [and here he mimics the face of flat disapproval that he's gotten a whole two times now, making the track record 2 for 2.] I'm helpful and considerate.

[let that sink in]

Oh, you mean like this. [Mastermind criminals making faces at each other. This is what their lives have led up to. To be fair, he thinks he captures the guard commanders well enough.]

Play your cards right and they might even ask you to join them. Imagine, bobby Ned Wynert...

[Speaking of playing his cards right, he is totally winning this game that's definitely still being paid attention to. Just for the record.]

Spare me, Frye. Captain what's-her-name doesn't trust me already, she just can't decide what for yet.

[Not a brand new experience, considering.]

[Jacob has practically halved his cards with how many numbers he's been putting down. It's fine. He's spending too much time watching Ned to actually care.]

She said if I ever hurt her guardsmen, I'd be better off dead. The other commander even shoved me. They've got more balls than Freddy and the rest of the Yard, I'll give them that.

[When Ned wins, he might take another bite of that awful cookie. For being a good sport.]

She told me not to burn down our pub. [As if such a thing would ever cross his mind!! Maybe someone else's pub.] Apparently guarding the city means putting the buildings over the people nine times out of ten.

I think I've had enough of being in burning buildings for one lifetime.

[His mood was doing so well... Now he has to worry about fire-proofing his damn fight club. Ugh.]

If anyone touches our pub like the last one, I might just have to start testing if these infinite lives works.

You'll be at it forever if it does.

[Better things to do, Jacob!! Like punch, and invent money.]

I met another one, not too sure if he's actually with the rest of 'em, but he thinks you're a brat. Absolutely scathing.

A brat! However will I live with it, Ned? Can you hear my heart shattering?

[Jacob grins behind his cup of coffee. Thankfully, he lives with criticisms easier than Ned does.] Think they're right? Am I the worst person they could possibly encounter?

Loud and clear. [Who calls grown men brats these days... At least call him a jackass or something.

And since he is feeling generous,] You're ever so intimidating, I'm sure the city is quaking in its stolen boots waiting to see what you'll do next.

Watch me as I rebelliously have fun. It's not like anyone else is going to. [Jacob rolls his eyes, staring at the cards until it dawns on him. He's losing.

Oh well.] Might as well be the distraction while you get the work done. Like always, right?

[Jacob never wins at cards. It's a fact of life, like how it's always going to rain in London. The little things.]

I've seen you work before. [But there aren't any heists to run here, which is a different set of disappointments all by itself, so excuse Ned while he drinks more of his coffee to compensate. He sighs and considers the bottom of his cup, not even looking at the cards he's putting down but still definitely winning.] Having to start over... Well, there's nowhere to go but up.

[So. Yeah,] Like always.

We'll get there. You'll get us there, being the actual brains of this operation. [Jacob winked, tossing his cards down and pushing the pile towards Ned. His loss is sealed here.] I have faith.

[He's just going to lean back enough to put his feet up, all but accepting defeat.] You want my stress ball, Wynert? I don't have much else.

[Ned frowns for the briefest fraction of a second—because Jacob is giving up on the game. He likes to win, it's not as fun when someone just gives up. It's still kind of fun, but it could be more. See his problem.

But he laughs lightly, reaching out to sweep the whole pile toward himself and stack it back into a full deck. He'll take his ill-gotten gains and that neat little compliment.]

You're really sick of owing me favors. [Just an observation.] Sure, I'll hold onto the little guy.

[Give him a moment to stack the cards neatly, then hum thoughtfully.] We should talk about the pub. Unless you think the people are gonna bet on stress balls.

Edited (I used the same icon,) 2017-03-20 16:20 (UTC)