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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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Oh, if you think that's vulgar, you don't want to know what's in store.

[But what's in store stays in store. Jacob's finding it difficult to wrack his brain for something terrible while his body is screaming to let him relax. He likes to think he lasted a few minutes, but damn it all, he sinks back into the chair all but against his will in less than three.]

You've got talented hands, Henry. [He even uses his name, for the first time.] I hope they aren't this soft when you're in the ring. That would be as sad as your outfit.

[He really doesn't, but he regrettably knows a promise when he hears one.

While he may be temperamental, in many ways Henry lives up to the ideal of a knight. Gracious in victory, he does not boast and commits to finishing the massage properly.

The remark about his clothes only elicits a scoff. He can hardly deny that. Taken from a battlefield he has his armour, but none of his fine garments. And since he wears his armour ninety percent of the time, he's never done anything more than scavenge for clothes that fit from Hadriel's offerings.]

Fine words from one with your weak back and shoulders.

[He comes from the age of two-hundred pound draw longbows, and he can feel the evidence that Jacob doesn't shoot one beneath his hands.

They're the same height, and his build might just be a fraction slighter than Jacob's, but he has a lifetime of conditioning and battles in heavy armour wielding medieval weaponry. Not only is Henry strong, he's stronger than he appears.]

Worry not. I intend to strike you with force enough to recompense your insolence.

[His weak back and shoulders? Jacob glances over them to shoot Henry an incredulous look, rolling his shoulders for good measure. Sure, he's not the fittest of the bunch, and he probably wasn't as cut, but...]

I make up for it in my fists. [True enough, his hands are worn from the time he's spent splitting his knuckles. But Jacob fails where Henry succeeds, making no effort not to make one of those fists in irritation. The tables have turned. He sat down to annoy the man, and now he himself is a mixture of restless mind and relaxed body.]

We should make a date for it. You don't want to be all talk, do you?

[Henry briefly smiles, his turn to be smug about getting under Jacob's skin.]

One hopes so.

[But it's not long before that fades and he's rolling his eyes. He considers that latter remark a juvenile provocation which works only only on those with fragile egos. It's a good way to get him to lose interest in a fight — in most cases.

Not this one. This fight he greatly anticipates.]

Then let us decide. I give you my word that I shall be there.

[And when he gives his word he holds to it, for better or worse. While Henry may be an exceptional knight, and part of that includes unarmed combat, Jacob's expertise is brawling.

Yet Henry will be satisfied as long as they both leave black and blue and bloody, and he gets in that much desired solid hit straight to that irritating mouth.]