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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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It'd be a hell of a currency. [Jacob grins, tossing this poor stress ball up in the air and catching it again as Ned stacks the cards. Farewell, little guy. He thinks he'll see it again in another game, but he's more than likely to lose.]

Heard the other one went up in smoke. [Heads up, he's throwing it Ned's way now.] People might be angry enough that we can capitalize.

[why must u

Ned catches the stress ball and rolls it in his hand, raising his eyebrows at this very exciting news.] Did it now? I wonder if that's what the guard are all tiptoeing around.

[It didn't sound like she was talking about something so recent, but he's not sure. Either way,] Capitalizing is always an option. We've got to make good time.

Unless there's any more... unfortunate beasts, I'll finish the ring soon. [Jacob had been... actually doing work? Scavenging? Getting tools? It's a shame Evie's not here to see him actually be productive in ways that didn't wind up with someone dead.

Now empty handed, he's just going to lean over the table for the whole bottle of whiskey.] I think I found you a nice desk. In one whole piece and everything.

[Jacob doing work and finding him a desk? Ned actually slides him the whole bottle, no objections. There's his reward.]

A whole desk? Frye, you're a man after my heart. [don't,] There's a kid around here who sounds like he wants to work for me, if we can give him something good for it. You know, if you can't move a desk all by yourself.

[Jacob raises his brows, staring at Ned for a good long moment before he returns his attention back to the bottle. He's just thinking about work, yeah.]

I wouldn't want to ruin it before you get it, would I? Send him my way. I'll show him the ropes.

[Don't harsh his buzz about the desk. Ned doesn't miss a beat at all, leaning forward on his elbow now that it's time for more business talk.]

You might need to show him more than that. Skinny kid, says he's good with a knife but he wouldn't offer to show me for nothing—alright head on his shoulders, but... [He gestures back and forth with his other hand, buuut.] Like I said, skinny.

[Small. He looks like a baby, Jacob.]

[Jacob would probably agree with that if he weren't going in for the teasing. He nearly chokes on the whiskey and laughs, setting the bottle down with his ever smug little grin.]

Skinny, good with a knife but won't show it for the life of him? You sure I'm not picking up Ned Jr.? [He's their child, now.]

[One day they'll learn Firo's actual age and at least one of them will be embarrassed (Jacob). As it stands, Ned gives him a look, immediately reaching back over to confiscate his whiskey. Now it's his turn, punk.]

Laugh it up. I've never bragged about knives. [Not using them, anyway... bragging about his cool stolen knives is different.]

Or maybe your memory is already going. [Jacob finds this hard to believe... He'll keep laughing it up, thanks. Like it or not, he can feel how much he's relaxing back into his chair.

Ned is terrible, ruining Jacob's plots to keep being a nuisance.] What about guns? Not even the Mars?

[Ned holds up a finger as if to tell Jacob to wait just one goddamn minute, while he takes another extended sip of this whiskey. It's kind of garbage, like everything here. He's resigned.

Now then,] The Mars is a piece of art, Frye. Finest gun you'll ever get your hands on, so you appreciate that goddamn treasure or I'll see to it that somebody else does.