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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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Well I'm glad to see you are taking this all rather well.

[He starts to make a mocking gesturing but upon removing his finger from his ear he is quickly reminded of the noise and puts it back where it was]

Did you have an accomplice for this, or does the Herald of Slapstick work alone?

I might'a had some help. We're a complicated people, us Slapsticks.

[Jacob, that is. Who he's technically just met, but thanks to a Delight-inspired bout of camaraderie, already thinks he's gonna get along with just fine.]

[Rosen chuckles to himself, and though he rolls his eyes, he is internally applauding their efforts. A younger Lee would have wanted in on the action]

In all seriousness though, Mr Funny Bones, don't you have any better music?

[His shoulders roll back]

I think it would be a comfort to a lot of us.

[What could be better than some quality vintage memes? Don't tell him you don't dig a bastardized version of a song from the Surface. That's just a travesty.]

You'd have to ask around. Never really gotta hold of anything but whatever music people threw out.

[Hence the "dated" quality of most of his memery. Not really on the up-and-up, this guy.]

[Rosen might actually look a bit disappointed. He had hoped, as a self-identifying music addict, that just maybe--

--But alas, thats how things work in the cave, isn't it?

Though he is making a mental note that if he ever manages to find a stash of decent music in this place, he must give some of it to Sans.]

Actually, Sans, there is something I wanted to ask you for a while. About a child who lives here? Frisk?

[He stops himself]

Though, I don't want to yell about it over this--sound--- is there a time or place I might be able to talk with you later?

[Ah.

Figured he'd wanna at some point, yeah. Pretty tough to talk with the kid for more'n a few minutes before you pick up on some real worrying things. Even an absolute sack of smiling trash like him can glean a thing like that. Not that he ever did a thing like that.

He digs his hands into his pockets, lidding his sockets as he shrugs, easily.]

Sure thing, Doc. Anytime you need.

[Somebody who's actually cut out to talk about the kid, and maybe outline the things a monster like him can't exactly pick up on.

The Door did somethin' right after all, huh?

But he moves things along with the same tactic he always yanks out.]

I mean, hey. I'm unemployed twenty-four-seven.

[Rosen falters a moment, corner of his lip caught below his upper teeth as he struggles with an eagerness for answers and the recognition of the fact that this is neither the time nor the place. In the end settles on a curt nod, free hand rubbing roughly at the back of his neck.]

Thank you. Maybe you can come by the clinic?

I'll stop by once the excitement's died down. No problem.

[He's pretty sure one of the gods'll make an announcement when the little contest is over, and things'll die down and drift on back to their default states of being.

No rest for the wicked, huh?]