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hadriel_logs2017-03-25 09:33 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-03-25 09:33 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- amos kamiya,
- anakin skywalker,
- anne of austria,
- armitage hux,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chara,
- dr. lee rosen,
- ellie,
- emily,
- emily kaldwin,
- frisk,
- glacius,
- hannah washington,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jacob frye,
- jo harvelle,
- maedhros,
- maketh tua,
- natasha romanoff,
- ned wynert,
- nick valentine,
- prussia,
- regis lucis caelum cxiii,
- rey,
- sans,
- sato,
- shuuya kano,
- yehudit/ravine
Event Log: All You Need Is Love
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for Love's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 25th-March 28th
Warnings: Self-love (not that kind), outpourings of affection for friends and loved ones (maybe that kind), general good feelings
What: The event log for Love's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 25th-March 28th
Warnings: Self-love (not that kind), outpourings of affection for friends and loved ones (maybe that kind), general good feelings
On the morning of the 25th, everything in Hadriel gets just a little nicer. Or maybe that's your outlook - after all, loving yourself makes it a lot easier to love everything else. That's right, Love is here, and it's time to get your self-acceptance on. From the moment of Love's revival, all the inhabitants of the city will feel a sense of acceptance, appreciation, and love for themselves and for the people around them. They'll be more inclined to give themselves a break, more inspired to show their affection for their loved ones, and more likely to forgive enemies - or at least ignore them, rather than start fights. Overall, the air in the city is full of love! It's up to you whether this affects your character strongly or not at all, but it won't force them to do anything extremely out of character - it will only gently push them toward expressions of love, both platonic and romantic.
Along with this warm, pleasant feeling of love comes the hot springs you all voted for. It appears near the lake, not far from Love's temple, walled-in but with no roof except for the (separate) changing areas. Within you can find a few different pools of differing temperatures, all the better to soak all your worries away!
In addition, all throughout the city you'll find new items in the shops for a short time. Anything that might help express your love for yourself and for others - fluffy blankets, stuffed animals, snuggies, exotic-smelling candles, and some nice bubble bath and skin care products will be left on display - everything in a nice shade of light pink, of course. The buildings will be draped in pink streamers, and you'll also be able to find a variety of delicious sweets - stuff yourself or feed them to your significant other, or maybe leave them on the doorstep of the person who you wish was your significant other.
Enjoy all this love filling the cave, and give yourself a break! You're gonna need it.► This log covers March 25th-March 28th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If somehow you manage to die during this event, know that we judge you. Also, please tell us here.
Rosen / Around the Shops / OTA
But Rachel isn't here, and oddly enough he feels alright with that at the moment. So much so that he doesn't even bother to question the fact that he feels so uncharacteristically alright with it. With everything. With being alone. With being out of his own world. And with being nothing short of a failure at all the biggest things he's tried to do in his life: be a father, help the Alphas....
...For some reason at the moment that doesn't seem to matter.
Instead Lee seems more intent of gathering sweets in his pockets. Rosen himself has a pretty strict diet which includes among its pillar rules "no unnecessary sugar" but that doesn't mean a certain child who tends to preoccupy his thoughts these days wouldn't like them. And with that notion he is also reaching for a large pink owl plush, about the size of his torso, holding it in both hands as he chuckles softly to himself. Years ago Danielle used to tease him and say that he looked like an owl, what with the beak of a nose and his glasses.
He catches a glimpse of his own reflection in a window and the chuckle turns to into a full bellied laugh, a rarity for him. He's more of a snowy owl nowadays.
Rosen turns his attention back to the stuffed animal. Maybe Frisk would like it.
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"A grandchild?" The curious Lucian asks as he peeks back at the man. It seems that for once Regis may actually humor a conversation that doesn't either revolve around these fickle deities or the gravity of their plight. That's a good change since sometimes Regis can be just as morbid as his black attire. The King of Lucis sometimes looks like the Reaper himself in his all black suit pinstriped suit and his dark gray cloak. It's a habit of his to wear black, especially since the entire royal family seems fond of this dreary shade for as long as he could remember. Even the Lucian flag is all black for the most part with the Reaper's silver silhouette adorning it.
"If only one could be so lucky to have family here." Regis mutters as he glances back towards the shop window. A hint of mild discontent lingers upon this elderly king. It may have something to do with his son's sudden disappearance.
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Rey. | OTA | All over the city
If nothing else, Rage would be having a field day with this, if Rey wasn't focused so hard on distracting herself:
She'll be cleaning up at the old bar, or putting together rudimentary supplies for non-god homebrew and wine. She's not sulking. Not at all. You're sulking, you sad, loving and beautiful jackass who she is not of a mind to greet with a most friendly embrace.
Other times she'll hang out by the river, putting her bare feet in the cool water to take her mind off this strange feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. That shit just isn't natural.
Eventually, she makes her way to the stores. Whether to restock at home or for the new lounge she's tasked herself with putting together, Rey finds herself scowling at the new selection that's popped up on the shelves. Sweets. Soft fabrics. Items of despicable shades and smells intended to inspire fondness for one another or something.
Glaring, she picks out a glass case containing a pleasant-scented candle, almost like roses or some nice plant of the like. Rey isn't amused, as her skin starts burning to the touch.
And she throws the candle on the ground.
Because fuck Love.
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But he's been bored enough lately that if there's an incidental run-in, that might be a nice bit of excitement for a change.
Still, no such luck, it appears, as he takes in the place briefly before wandering straight up to the familiar face at the bar. Familiar and oddly likable, as much as he can really like anyone.
"Taking up bartending now, Rey? It's always good to have a hobby," he says pleasantly.
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rey jesus christ
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Amos Kamiya - OTA
Standing a little too close to talk, outright hugs for greetings, it's Amos standard with peopleche knows well....and maybe not so well right now.
"Hey sugar!"
B. Closed to Jo, Closeted Joy: Ever since Amos moved in with Jo, in her second story aparyment, there has been a slow accumulation of throw-pillows and blankets in a corner, all in very bright colours. This has culminated now in being topped with a fuzzy pink blanket. Amos is curled in a verritable nest on the floor, beside the open window, alternating between sketching and nibbling on what tastes exactly like a bar of chocolate. He's humming a little, intermitant notes, and wiggling his socked toes in rhythm to it.
"Oh, Jo honey, you gotta taste this, if it ain't chocolate it's the next best thing,"
He looks up with a bright grin, scooping up the bar of candy and offering it up to Jo.
C. Hot Springs Happiness: Hot springs aren't useful but they're nice and Amos is leaning against the side, all but purring, a cold bottle of beer beside him. He's quite blissed out and a little tipsy and feeling extra flirty as a result. Not that he means it, exactly, it's just fun to play the game sometimes, flatter and compliment and tease until people glow. Everyone likes a bit of flattery, or at least most people do. Amos draws idle looping patterns on the stone in water droplets and leans his cheek on his arm, humming a nonsense tune.
He looks up at a footstep. "Oh hey. C'mon in, the water's great."
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"Well, hello to you, too." He gives a grin and a wink. "And to what do I owe the occasion?"
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C. is for Couldn't resist
XD Capital!
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Regis Lucis Caelum | OTA
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And to top it all off, there's a wide selection of sweets, which seems like a wonderful thing to go with his coffee back at the house. He'll have to save some for later. Picking up a box of small multicolored sugary tidbits, he slips it into a pocket next to the machete at his hip.
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sans | ota, will match format
near the hot springs!
Feeling all kinds of content and fuzzy, she doesn't hesitate this time. She just slumps down beside him, arm pressed against his and head resting on a particularly fluffy blanket. As the minutes pass, it grows hard to keep her eyes open, and then it becomes impossible. Her head dips to the side, bumping against something decidedly less comfortable than a snuggie.
Maybe a nap is just what she needed.]
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shops
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Shops Plez.
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Chara | Open
[When you rarely, if ever, feel good about yourself, suddenly feeling positive about your existence tended to send off alarm bells. Or at least it tipped Chara off that there was probably God-related shenanigans going on and with Love being the last one on the list to be revived, it was either that or just another feel-good event. But they can't bring themselves to be a sourpuss about...well, about anything.
For once in their life, Chara feels okay with being alive.
They find their way into a shop with a basket. Thanks to someone running off with their chocolate, Chara has to restock and who knows how long this will last. Maybe a blanket or two. Coconut-scented candles might be nice as well...
Okay, they're overdoing it a little. Chara tosses in a few more chocolate bars before resuming their search. They're actually looking for something here so they might be a bit.]
Orchards
[After getting woken up by #dankmemes in the Library during the last event, thanks to a certain skeleton, they're taking his advice and heading to the Orchards for some quiet. The hot springs are nice and probably very relaxing but not for Chara. No offence Gods.
So there's a small child hidden away in a quiet corner of the Orchards with a book or two and some chocolate. There's fruit here sure and Chara's usually pretty good about keeping a healthy diet but to heck with it. They feel good today. They know it'll wear off one day but for now...
It...really is a beautiful day outside, isn't it?]
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[None of these physical pleasures would have offered her any additional comfort, however. She doesn't need to bathe, so the springs and bubble bath products don't have much appeal. Can't eat, so the candy doesn't sound appetizing, either.
[Perhaps if she had taken up on Tranquility's request, made herself a living, breathing human for a time, then sure. Sure, she could enjoy these things in a pleasurable way. But she wants to get a better bearing of her surroundings, first. Don't want to waste a mortal life only to end up dead before she could have the chance to enjoy it.
[Smells, though. That is something Ravine can revel in. Smells and beauty, and there are very few things she finds more enjoyable than a garden. Thus the orchards provide a welcoming change of scenery.
[And she is not the only one, it would appear.]
Good book?
[When she manifests for the child's view, the giant woman is above. Sitting on a thin branch, legs dangling over the side while peering down on Chara with their chocolate and reading material.
[Never mind startling anyone with her habit to just Appear out of nowhere. Ain't nobody got time for that -- except for those like herself, who may have a little too much time.]
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Maketh Tua | ota
[Though initially suspicious of the whole thing, Maketh is starting to enjoy the hot spring. She has her hair tied up and her eyes closed, enjoying the steam and heat. And the solitude.
Which you have just interrupted.
Maketh doesn't open her eyes.]
Splash me and you will regret it.
Guard Post
[The guard post is - perhaps suspiciously - free of anything pink or flowery. Maketh doesn't like the smell. She has a sinking suspicion she might be allergic to something in it. But despite the latest nonsense inflicted upon them by the gods, work must continue. And in keeping with her good mood, Maketh has surrounded herself with coffee and schematics and a series of small electronics and tools.
Don't mind her, she's just designing some bombs. Most of them are non-lethal - flash-bangs and sonic charges - but a few are decidedly crueler in their intention.
She's in a remarkably good mood, meanwhile.]
Ah, hello. I didn't see you there.
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[Hit me.]
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He could drown her just for fun but there was still the fact that he would be able to accomplish more with her on his side. It wasn't as if there was another Imperial he could work with, no one else worked like they did. But when she said not to splash her, he knew what he had to do.
He wasn't even going to be subtle about it as he cupped both hands together under the water and as soon as she turned around he lifted them up to send a wave of water right into her face. So much for the dignity of a First Order general but in his defense, she had challenged him.]
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guard post;
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Hot Springs!
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Maedhros | Hot Springs/Shops/Etc | OTA
The fire of his spirit was comfortably banked, unwilling to be woken more than to keep him warm as he explored the stores, new right hand attached and reminding him of the kindness of others. Even the strange ache of using it was dimmed, he was only grateful to have two hands to use.
Eventually he approached the steaming pools of the hot springs, and following the instructions, went through steps and was soon sinking into one of the hottest of the pools.
At some point he'd pick out a few gifts for his relatives, and one for Anakin, and leave them where their recipient would find them.
{Maedhros can be found anywhere!}
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He had just closed his eyes, leaning back against the edge of the water when he suddenly heard someone entering the water. He had hoped to be alone and the intrustion was only made worse when he opened his eyes and saw the Elf.
"Why are you here?"
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My apologies for the delay!
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Prussia | open
[Prussia's making off with a small stack of blankets. Blankets are practical, after all. You can use them for a lot, and it's hard to prepare for whatever might happen in Hadriel. The fact that they're extra fluffy blankets is just a bonus.
Peeking out between those layers of blankets, though, is the leg of a stuffed animal or two. You can spot one shoved into each pocket of his hoodie too, though he'd hoping no one can see them. He's just stocking up on blankets. Nothing to see here!!]
[Hot springs]
[How long has it been since Prussia had hit up a hot spring? Since probably the last time he crashed at Japan's place, which was awhile ago. While he still thinks adding something like hot springs and not an exit seems silly, that was no reason to not take advantage of it, right? And considering he'd been doing a lot of exercising and training lately for the first time in a few decades, this was just what his tired muscles needed. Prussia sinks down to his chin, smilingly blissfully and sighing in content.]
Okay, so maybe this was a necessary addition to this place after all.
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[That doesn't mean she's opposed to others having a relaxing time of their lives. Good for them, in fact. For those whose lives are finite, it's often best to take a load off every now and then.
[Perched on the edge of the hot spring, a giant woman overlooks Prussia with her knees folded to her chest, her whole gangly body balancing on the toes of her boots where she crouches.]
Is it really that good?
[Get out, creepy lady.]
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Jacob Frye | OTA!
[You know what's perfect for every occasion? Snuggies. It's cozy on the go! There are just so many patterns and sizes for children and adults who are probably still children. Is anyone reluctant to purchase one themselves? Say no more!]
Hold out your arms. [Jacob, a very much grown man, descends upon you clad in snuggie monkeys and armed with several others, varied in patterns and sizes. Did he just steal armfuls from that shop you passed? He did. He's even got stuffed animals to set you up with after. Like it or not, there is no escape.]
2 - hot hot hot springs
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[Jacob loves a challenge. How can one possible challenge oneself in the most relaxing place this cave has to offer? Well, when Jacob strips down, he wanders the springs determined to find the hottest one to dip his toe in. It takes a few tries, with a man with only a towel around his waist wandering around and dipping a foot in before getting right back out. But oh, he finds it. He yelps when he tests the waters, but he finds it.]
Now that is a hot spring! [He backs up, grinning at the idea of getting turned a red as a lobster. He looks his shoulder, namely probably at you, before he drops his towel and steps back into the spring. His eyes only water a little.] Come!
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[Alternatively, Jacob has long since gotten out of the hottest tub alive and has joined you, or maybe you're joining him, in one of the cooler pools. He's still red, but not lobster red, his head leaned back before he slowly, lazily, turns to look at you.] We deserve this, don't we?
3 - all is fair in love and love
[Are you looking for something for yourself or your significant other? There's just that one thing you want. Whether it's that set of candles, flowers, any other lovely things that you're out and about for... Well, Jacob wants that thing to. And he doesn't know why he does. So he's going to put his hand over it just as it's in your grasp, with a... frown? A frown.]
Tell me what you'd do for your... someone... someone you like. Then I just might let you have it.
[He's still in a snuggie. Take him seriously.]
4 - closed to ned
[Evie would probably assume Jacob would spend an entire day about love... self-loving himself. And to be fair, he did go looking for those flowers she and Henry said would suit him. Except there was one problem: everything he gets his hands on, aside from the chocolate he's eaten on the way, was for Ned.
Screw you, Evie. He doesn't know why he's thinking of Ned so much, or why he feels so good about it, but he's not complaining. He's a basket of food in one arm and a basket of three of everything Love's brought in the other, and a big dumb smile when he steps into the pub. He heads straight for one of the tables, setting down the food, then following it with unlit candles from his basket of goodies. Only then will he go for Ned's attention.]
Wynert! [How romantic. He's still in his snuggie.]
pfffff
He's still standing on a chair, though. Like, it doesn't help that much. But he's standing on a chair against one of the walls when Jacob totters in with all his stuff. Ignore the flecks of paint in his hair, and on his hands, and everywhere about him, painting is hard.]
Frye, I need you to reach up here— [Already with the demands, cut short as he turns around and stares at Jacob's... self.] Why are you dressed like a pillow?
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baby come back
LOL at that leopard onesie, XD
he would look stunning if he just ACCEPTED THIS
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ellie | ota + one closed to cr prompt
[Self acceptance and love is pretty far out of Ellie's ball park, even with some gentle nudging, but she's more than happy to channel all these fuzzy feelings into pouring love on others. Her natural wariness has been stripped down, and while a distant part of her wants to be alarmed, it's much easier to just give in. Everyone has been so good to her, here. They deserve to be shown how appreciated they are, right?
Clad in a light pink giraffe onesie, Ellie seeks out anyone she's so much as had a pleasant conversation with, ready to regale them with gifts and affection.]
Hey, there you are! Bring it in!
[That's right. It's hug town, population you.]
hot springs - ota
[Before arriving at Hadriel, Ellie couldn't remember the last time she'd had a long, hot shower. She wasn't exactly holding out hope for the future, either. So this... this is amazing. It's so calm. Peaceful.]
Cannonball!!!
[Well. It was peaceful.]
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[There's so many people to love on that she really can't carry everything she needs at once, even with her trusty backpack. So Ellie finds herself making trips back and forth, and more than once she bumps into somebody also making use of the influx of lovey supplies.]
Hey, uh. Could you give me a hand reaching that shelf?
[Don't laugh at her, or you'll instantly be in the bad books, love event be damned.]
!!!! also shops!
So here he is, a towering, bulky ice alien standing out like a sore thumb against the humans filling the shop. He has no idea what... most of this stuff is, honestly, and is in the process of staring it all down with a hand on his tapering chin when someone addresses him. The otherworldly being swivels his head around, surprised, before finally looking down and spotting Ellie. Lucky for her he is plenty tall to reach what she requests, and not at all the sort to mock someone for no reason.] Oh, ah, yes. Which one were you looking at, this..?
hi!!!!!
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Shops!
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Glacius | Closed to Carlisle
Thankfully, the first thing he does discover that is out of the ordinary is nothing so harrowing. Rather, it's the unusually cheery decorations strung up about the city--the otherworldly marshal can only assume that has something to do with the resurrection--and the plethora of brand new items filling the shops. A good number of the human inhabitants of the city seem to be flocking to them in droves, chattering excitedly as they pick through things. Curious as ever, the alien decides to do the same as a strangely uplifting feeling wells up within himself. He has no idea what any of this stuff is, but he's heard that it's good for humans and makes them happy, so what better to bring back for his beloved partner than... a little bit of all of it??
So the alien gathers up what he can--bottles of skin care products, soaps and candles, soft blankets and some strange fuzzy thing that looks a lot like a cross between the aforementioned blanket and those unflattering sweaters that had appeared in the stores around the same time the snow had been dropped on them--and heads out. His long, powerful arms are absolutely loaded with various things that he can only hope will delight Carlisle, who he can't seem to get out of his head right now. By the time he's nearly made it back to the apartment, Love's effects are in full swing, reinforcing his natural adoration for his partner--and Glacius finds that he can't wait to come inside and shower Carlisle with gifts and affection. He tromps up the stairs at a pace quicker than usual and stops up short at the door, and--oh, that's right, he can't liquidize through the crack underneath it anymore when his arms are laden with goods like this. Instead the ice alien has to juggle everything while knocking against the door with the two short spikes that jut from his elbow.
"Carlisle, are you in there??" The alien calls out, his normally calm voice tinged with excitement and hopefulness. "I have... things to show you!"
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"Glacius?" he answers, starting on the locks. "Why don't you simply do that—"
And as he opens the door, he sees why Glacius doesn't just liquidize to enter the apartment as usual. He picks at the neck of the sweater he's wearing, his eyes taking in the assortment of objects his partner has returned with: blankets, candles, more blankets, and some bottles he doesn't recognize.
"Yes, those certainly are things," he confirms. "Where did you get them?"
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Frisk | ota
[A soft humming fills the air of the courtyard; usually a very quiet space in of itself. That's what happens, when you're underground. Everything is quiet, like the grave.
Today there's sounds of merriment in the distance. Soft echoes of warmth that seem to be felt, more than heard. And humming. Soft, quiet humming.
It sounds happy.
Equipped with a variety of colored chalks, Frisk is entertaining themself in the way anyone with a box of chalk and nice, blank spans of ground would. They've been busy, apparently. More than one face makes itself onto the pavement; more than one person, too. A couple of them are here.
Most aren't. Funny, how many people you have to draw when you know an entire Underground.
For the moment, however, Frisk has put their drawing skills on hold, preferring to focus on one thing at a time. Right now... they. Well, they don't know the rules, but they're still playing about, hopping back and forth across a haphazardly drawn grid of some kind.
And they hum.]
Near Hope's Temple || 2. I'll give them shelter like you've done for me.
[The appropriate thing to do, when someone gives you a gift, is to thank them. Today, of all days, Frisk seems to be decked out in gifts. A gift from Ellie, which is quite comfortable, if they do say so. And they do. Another gift happens to be imprinted on the back of their right hand, and with that in mind, one child wearing a goat kigurumi (that may or may not have been drawn on with a purple sharpie) sits on the steps of Hope's temple, having left a few... dozen cupcakes for said god. Always say thanks to good friends.
They still haven't stopped humming, it seems. Sitting up on the ledge of a pillar, they swing their legs back and forth, gaze focused...elsewhere. Something in their hands glows red.
Something in their hands, gently cupped over their chest, glows red. On and off, like a heartbeat. Pausing, for a minute or two, before they look down, and the glow resumes.
Whatever they see there is enough to put a smile on Frisk's face.]
skadoodydoos my ass on in here for number two
They like sweet things. Bottom line. What kid doesn't? He did his best to pick out somethin' he figured they'd like. Finds 'em outside Hope's, 'cause damn if he hasn't taken a shine to the kid, and that alleviates his misgivings about the guy somewhat.
Something hums red, bathing their fingertips in a wash of crimson before it fades again. Can't much see what it is, not with the way their hands are wrapped around it, but something about it looks a little like it might be -
Well. Not like it matters. He stops a few feet away, lifting a hand in a lazy wave before grinning at their apparel.]
Nice.
holla holla get a dolla worth of love
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1 Pls :)
For you? Always uwu <3
<3 <3 <3
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rosie-dear; ota
Misery Loves Company;
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Adorkable Pls!
H-hello?
adorkable it is!
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misery loves company 8)
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Henry Percy | OTA
[Henry initially came into the shops to replenish his supply of toiletries. Currently he's investigating Love's additions with bemusement. He has no idea what the bottle of pink, glittering goop that he's got in his hands is, or why it's full of glitter to begin with. Just as he flicks open the cap with his thumb, resigned to seeing whether smell might tell him anything, the presence of someone in the periphery of his vision startles him focused as he is. It's twitch response that his grip tightens as he sharply turns —
— spurting a stream of viscous, glittery goop at the trespasser. Sorry.]
II ✠ HOT SPRINGS;
[Henry is a man who prefers to keep busy, which is why he doesn't get around to taking a look at the hot springs until the artificial day is ending and the cave begins to grow dim. He makes use of one of the hotter pools and tips his head back to watch the transition into night, enjoying the way the heat is sinking deep into his muscles. It's unusual to find him so still — a rare opportunity to catch him while he's relaxed.]
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Or, at least it was until he was squirted with glitter goop. Okay... gross. Not his cup of tea, and it's all over his hair and hoodie, he's not exactly pleased at the moment. But he still gives a smile.]
Hey, if you wanted a squirt gun fight, you could have just asked.
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Turing is a having a field day. They already loved themselves-probably a bit too much by some standards-and they loved others easily, so there wasn't any attempt to resist the urges imposed upon them. Instead, they were running around, checking out all the things this new event had to offer.
The sweets and the skin care products are useless to them; but the rest of it isn't... and they have just found the most adorable stuffed kitten! ...It's about half the size of their entire body, but that doesn't stop them from lifting it up and attempting to carry it home. It does, however ...rather limit their field of vision.
Hey, you, random passerby, you totally wanted to be bumped into by a tiny robot carrying a big stuffed animal, right?
B) Hot Springs
Speaking of loving themselves, Turing is definitely in a mood for some pampering, and they're curious as to whether Hayden built them with the ability to enjoy something like this.
At the very least, they know they're waterproof, so trying it can't hurt, right?
...Probably.
The poke at one of the pools with their foot, dipping it in, pulling it out, dipping it back in...
a!
Oh. My god. That is adorable.
"Are... a-are you a robot?" Is all that makes it out, because there aren't a lot of robots that she knows of in the city, and especially considering she made the other one she's aware of.
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Natasha Romanoff |MCU | OTA
Love is for children. Natasha said that once to Loki, in the course of their interrogation. It wasn't entirely honest; she hadn't been inclined to give her enemy too specific of an answer about her feelings for Clint, or the nature of their relationship, so she told him something that was true enough for the moment but mostly simply invited Loki to draw his own conclusions.
That didn't mean it was entirely dishonest though. The best lies were part truth, and giving bits of truth in the course of an interrogation could encourage truer answers in return.
Either way, she thinks of those words now as she tries to wrap her head around the feelings Love's resurrection inspires. Love doesn't come easily to Natasha. She was trained to see it as a liability, to see herself as a weapon and weapons didn't need to have high self-esteem. While the people who had shaped her childhood hadn't been entirely successful in their attempts to stamp out unnecessary emotional attachment, they had done a good enough job to leave her uncomfortable with the feelings of affection that creep in now, especially the sense of self-love.
She tries to convince herself to let it happen. It's not real. And it's not hurting her. Rationally, it's makes the most sense. Relax. Ignore it. Go about her life as normal.
Feelings aren't so easy, though, and Natasha doesn't like the idea of surrendering to this. She doesn't like having someone else in her head or in her heart. She doesn't like feeling emotions that aren't her own. The whole situation leaves her uncomfortable in her own skin in a way that she's not accustomed to.
Trying to work through her own reactions, she watches the others around her closely. Gauging their reactions. Looking for signs this is as suspicious as it feels to her. Looking for reasons to let go of her own discomfort. Others might catch her at this, standing off to the side, her eye on them as they go about their displays of love, self-love or otherwise.
She might even look like she has a question to ask.
Self-care
Eventually Natasha calms her nerves down enough to at least take advantage of the situation, such as it is. However she feels about the emotions involved, when it comes to taking care of her body and even enjoying some simple pleasures, she's significantly more at ease.
She can be found in the new hot spring, relaxing into one of the hot pools. If her scars being visible bothers her, she doesn't give any sign of it.
Later, she searches the shops for blankets, soap, other supplies that might be useful down the line. The color isn't exactly to her taste, but she can look past that if it means a bed with softer, warmer covers, or candles she can store against the chance they lose power in the future.
Wildcard
Or bring your own prompt!
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Anakin Skywalker | Hot Springs & Around Shops | Open
Love was...complicated. Always. Anyone who said differently had never experienced it. Anakin missed Padmé; he missed all they had together once. Once. Deep down, he knew she wouldn't agree with the path he had chosen. She was too good for that and he...
Wasn't. Not anymore. He chose to believe her love for him would overcome all complications, but that was... Naive. And he knew it. He was going to lose her - if not entirely then at least where their hearts were concerned. With the return of Love, he finally, finally had to accept that fact.
It was funny. Sobbing brokenly made a body sore. Almost as sore as when he exercised intensely. Thus the hot springs were...alluring. He didn't even care if someone saw him without his arm - it was best not to get it wet, so he set it beside the spring he chose to slip into. He was wearing some shorts - he wasn't completely nude - but he was bare enough to really feel the hot water.
If only it could quiet his mind. If only it could make him forget.
Around Shops:
Later, after his muscles were loose from the hot spring's heat, Anakin wandered near the shops and peered at all the new items. Candies, atrociously pink blankets, candles... His lips twisted bitterly and he glared at them as if they were his mortal enemies.
He may or may not notice a nearby trashcan bending and warping as his powers react to his mood. And it probably wasn't the only object being treated roughly. When it came to Padmé, he had never been able to be calm; to think clearly - and he doubted that would ever, ever change.
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He wasn't sure what to do so he had decided he needed to get out of the house. It seemed as good as time as any to get out and look around the shops. He was distracted when he saw a nearby trashcan was starting to warp as he stepped into a shop, not surprised to see Anakin there.
"I take it today hasn't been a good day for you as well," he remarked in a flat tone as he looked over the mass of pink items around them.
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28th | CLOSED to Rey and Rosie (and later a Nick Valentine + maybe others?)
Good thing no one's suggested going to the springs to her, or they just might have 'spontaneously' combusted on the spot.
To say that she's 'seeing red' would be an understatement. Between Love's revival and the way people are behaving, those inclinations of self-care are drowned by visions of blood. It's all she can see anymore. Close her eyes. Blink. Even distractions fail to placate when all she can do is imagine atoms splitting apart in her mind's eye. Dismemberment. Violence. Piercing the knife sheathed at her belt into that bitch's throat -- again and again and again and again...
Since she can't kill Love, then she'll just have to find another outlet.
Fortunately for Rey, Rosie just happened to give her an excuse.
She hasn't spoken to Nick, or anyone else who tried to intervene, since closing down her phone. Despite every niggling urge to open it, skim to find one more reason to stick a knife in some poor bastard's face, a tiny voice in the back of her head screams against it...
It's not worth it. Let it go. You're better than this. Not her words. Nick's words. He still thinks she's a good person. Can rise above what she is and was made for. Sans seems to have his own similar opinions on the matter as well. What do they know?
The walk hasn't done her mood any favors, either. Neither does the chance sight of her most recent and most convenient antagonist.
Time has done nothing to facilitate the red. It clouds her vision once again as her hands ball up, one closer to the knife's hilt than one would find comfortable.
Too soon. It's much too soon.
Who cares?
cw: suicial ideation
There's a damper on her heightened senses too. Sounds are muffled, smells dulled, and she can't see as far as she used to. Finally, she recognizes that she's not alone and glances behind her. "Well, hey," she greets, chipper as ever. As if nothing even happened between them. To her, it really hadn't. A teasing text conversation that she thinks was hyperbole on Rey's part.
Even if she hadn't thought as such, threats to her person are taken lightly. Rose has been in more than a few fight or die situations that she knows she can get out of them alright. Being 'champion' of the ring didn't come without a tiny bit of arrogance, she supposes. She was good at what she did, even if she didn't like to do it. Now it translates to 'being made of tougher stuff.' Rose can battle with the best of them if need be.
That was when she was at full power, however, and there are signs lately that she's not. So instead of arrogance it comes across as a certain sort of carelessness. This disregard for her wellbeing has always been present but recently seeped into every facet of her being and stained deeper than before. So what if she dies. Someone else taking her life is less cowardly than taking her own. A loophole to the promise she'd made all those months ago in Haven's darkest days.
A twisted, broken part of her almost wants to see what the end here actually is like.
"Looks like you're still fired up."
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Mewtwo | Upper half of the city | OTA
The cycle of newcomers and behavior patterns of the Door had interested Mewtwo from the beginning. Perhaps in part because his own entrance into Hadriel had apparently been unusual - brought in with a huge group of people, only some of who remained behind, and not at the Colosseum but from the outskirts of the city - but also because studying how one arrived at a place seemed a reasonable way to discover how to escape it. He had not been particularly interested in helping the newcomers, however. Frankly, the thought hadn't really occurred to him. Oh, they were always in some sort of danger, certainly, but why would he care for strangers who were his neighbors only out of random chance and the machinations of an unknown force? He had not been created for compassion.
Yet, waking up today, he couldn't help but care. It was....strange, and slightly disconcerting. He was not completely new to caring for others - he had cared for his clones, deeply, and had lead them as best he could - but having the feelings forced onto him unnaturally left him lost and uncomfortable. He didn’t really know any of these people; how could he express concern for them? What could he do that would help them in some way? He was certainly not good at talking or interacting with them.
Eventually, he found a solution that would not require too much interaction. If newcomers almost always arrived inside the Colosseum, would it not make sense to provide them with an adequate defense? Even something simple would help the fighters work more strategically, and the non-fighters would have a place to take shelter. Perhaps it could even be stocked or guarded. (Not that he wanted to do that part, but...)
So anyone near the Colosseum today will hear metal and stone being shifted and bent. Telekinesis makes positioning walls and supports easy, and he knows enough about architecture (don’t ask) to create something simple and solid. Tools would be useful for securing his little bunker, though, and he’s not certain what would be best to put in it, really...
[b - around Hope’s temple, towards the Colosseum]
His improvements to the Colosseum would help future newcomers, but what about the rest of the city? There was plenty to repair there as well, really. He checks the generator and lurks around some of the housing areas, but they seem to be in fair shape. The temples, as far as he knows, seem to repair themselves, and besides, he feels charitable towards his fellow inhabitants, not necessarily the gods. He ends up circling back around the city to the Colosseum, and spots the ruined tower nearest to it. It seems as good a spot as any.
There’s a fair amount of structural damage, but the debris is even worse. This may not be a weekend project. Well, he can start with the structure, at least. There are several of these buildings in the city, and cannibalizing one to restore others seems reasonable.
Massive hunks of wall and stone and metal float casually through the air from one destroyed spire to another, held aloft by a faint blue glow. If you look close enough, you can see the Pokemon floating above them, slowly steering them towards his chosen spot.
Don't worry. He will totally not drop them on you. Promise.
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As it turns out, something is lurking, but it's not a monster--it's someone Glacius has actually conversed with before, though he's not aware of it since their conversation over the network was entirely anonymous. He watches Mewtwo from a distance for a little bit to try and figure out what this being is up to... and as someone who can alter the environment in his own way, it doesn't long to piece together that he's building defensive structures from the rubble littering the decrepit arena. Knowing that this individual is here to help allows the alien to feel a bit more safe in addressing him; he raises his voice to be heard, approaching slowly, his posture nonthreatening.
"Now here's an idea I haven't seen before," the ice alien remarks, his eyes flicking over the latest construction. "I can't guarantee that it won't all fall to pieces in the chaos of the next arrival, but... it should help for some time, at least."
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Kain Highwind | OTA
[Kain finds himself in a very strange mood when he gets up today. He tries not to pay close attention to it, reminding himself that his duty comes first and foremost. So while he's almost tempted to relax and indulge in something relaxing, for now he fights off the feeling to go about his usual Guard duties.]
[But as he's patrolling around... it's weird, but Kain finds himself being much friendlier than usual. He greets everyone he comes across in a way that's strangely warm for his standards. He's especially pleased when he sees someone he knows, but even total strangers will get a wave.]
Hot Springs
[Finally, later in the day, Kain can't fight the feeling any longer. He's so strongly tempted to just settle down and relax somewhere. He'd seen the new hot springs while patrolling earlier, so now he's headed there. Once inside, he finally takes off his armor... something which is extremely rare for him to do. Once that's done, he goes to find a good spot somewhat away from most people, sliding into the soothing, comfortably hot water.]
Ah... that's much better...
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What better time to play with him? After all he's such a lovely person himself. Good gawds, she'll look back at those days wondering what kind of mushroom did she smoke to feel so... so full of joy and love. Anyway, sadly the dragoon's relaxing break is over when she starts running, goofly jumping from rock to rock, just to throw herself -bomb style- right in front of him.]
Splash attack!
[And a big splash it is! As soon as Rydia can balance herself again she also pushes the feet on the ground and attempts to jump around his neck in a playful way. She should be angry and she's perfectly aware of that but at the same time she's... adoring him right now, the summoner can't find a better way to describe it, and it doesn't matter if they ended up fighting over him being an idiot who values more to win a prize than their friendship, she just wants to keep him close.]
Gotcha!
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emily kaldwin | ota
[ The empress' first thoughts of the decorations, the 'gifts', are that they're all ridiculous. Like something one of those insufferable nobles might use to adorn their estates for parties, parties that are full of dozens of insufferable others, all of them perfumed enough to make you sick.
Her dark gaze falls on a candle that she can smell from where she stands, and Emily wrinkles her nose distastefully. The feelings of negativity, however, don't last very long.
As the day goes on, the disposed ruler moves through the city, speaking to very few people, but feeling decidedly different. Gradually. She hasn't had any luck returning to their world since the Door brought her and the Outsider into Hadriel, and everything that he'd told her only made her feel worse. I failed my people, failed my Father. Did Corvo think her spoiled, too? Unfit to rule, in comparison with her mother? ... But, today, those thoughts don't plague her. In fact, they slip off of her like a coat on a warm day and, for the first time in a while, she breathes a sigh of contentment. Relief.
Is this the power of these gods' influence? And yet, Emily can't bring herself to be especially worried about it. A soft smile begins to grow, and though it's still slight, it's genuine. The empress moves more freely through town, less worried about attracting the attention of its people, and more curious about the place and citizens. It's like a weight has been lifted from her chest, at least temporarily, and she can't help but embrace the positivity for as long as it lasts. However artificial it may turn out to be. ]
Hello. [ She offers to people as they pass, a big difference from her usual routine of avoiding everyone entirely. No; today, things are... good. Somehow. ]
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Oh! Hi! [Despite wanting to sneak off with so much cozy stuff, which was totally not a manly and cool thing to do, Prussia feels compelled to stop and chat. He's feeling... okay. Good, even. He smiles as well around the pile of blankets.] Can't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? In an emergency, these blankets can be really useful, you know. You can use them for all sorts of things.
[Totally not justifying this. Nope.]
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Paladin Danse | OTA, but limited number of threads
And then he met Love of the emotion god variant, and boy, did Love disappoint. There's that old saying about love being kind, patient, does not dishonor others, not self-seeking, etc., but Danse honestly found Love to be undeserving of the emotion that the being was supposed to represent. There was nothing kind or self-sacrificial about Love's attitude towards Rey. Neither had Love stepped in to support or comfort Rose when her idea for a list of romantic couplings in Hadriel had been ripped to shreds.
So he makes it a point to not celebrate Love's revival. He can't help the emotions that Love's causing him to feel. But he won't partake in the hot springs, he won't light any candles or use any scented soaps, no fluffy blankets, basically anything Love had provided is off-limits until Love stops messing with everyone's emotions. And to keep his mind off Love, he'll just have to keep busy.
Danse can be found in two locations throughout the three days of Love's event:]
The Old-New Bar - One thread for Carlisle, one other open thread
[First things first. He'd like to check-in with Rey. She hadn't answered his text message, which he wasn't too surprised by. It's likely she had removed herself from any further conversations since the Great Shipping Chart Wars. Danse doesn't really know where he'd be able to find her in Hadriel, but he could stop by the bar and check if she's there.
The door to the speak-easy squeaks open and then closes with a solid thump. A quick scan shows that Rey isn't around, but there are a couple of souls in the area. Maybe one of them would've seen her. Danse walks up to the closest individual and clears his throat.]
Excuse me. Have you seen the owner of this establishment? Woman, tan, with scars on her face?
The Orchard - Two open threads
[Hard at work with weeding, pruning and general upkeep of the orchard, Danse keeps his mind focused on the trees. Occasionally he has to stop and take a breather, one hand reaching up to press against his forehead as if he could smooth out the mish-mash of emotions he was tormented with. How is it possible to feel both intense love and hate for one's self? Add the short moments of paranoia bursting through the warm fuzzy feelings that Love had planted into him, and Danse felt like he was going to go crazy.]
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[That's the answer Danse gets from the individual sitting at the bar, his sweater neater than it has been in days, the tabard he wears atop it signifying he's a member of some kind of order; despite that, he has tired eyes, ones that remain locked ahead of him. With the hullabaloo in the city of no interest to him -- a hot springs, really -- he's chosen to mope about certain former friendships and past sins, sequestering himself in the only bar left in town... not that he's drinking, if that glass of water before him is any indication. He said he wouldn't, and he's keeping his word, using his presence in the bar as an excuse to resist temptation.
It's also a good place for solitude that isn't his closet. He would prefer to avoid the shame of being found there again, wallowing in the plethora of miserable thoughts clouding his head at the moment.
Carlisle sighs heavily, his eyes still on the glass before him rather than the man who addressed him.]
I expect she will return at some point. I let myself in.
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matt murdock - OTA
[ Self-love is about as far as it gets for Matt, and yet he's feeling surprisingly... good today. The guilt from not fighting crime, the weight of his sins and his fears feel remarkably lighter and its'... wow, it's nice. Really nice.
Like, ridiculously nice? Is this what other people feel like all the time? Because Matt feels great and he kind of wants to spread it around. He might not be handing them out, but you can bet your ass that your local blind ninja/lawyer is decked out in a hideous snuggie and is having just the time of his life walking around the cave today. Wow, it's just! So great! He's not even paying too much attention to the fact that he "shouldn't" be able to tell when people are around him. I mean, he can always tell, he's just normally much better at hiding it than this... ]
Hey! [ He waves. Oh, sure, he's not looking directly at you or anything, but his intent is clear. ] How's it going? Is today great, or what?
B: Hot Springs for 800
[ A guy like Matt accumulates a lot of tension. A lot of it. But he'd never seek out something that could actually relax him, usually. Stress and tension are things he's gotta suffer through and stew in like a good Catholic boy. Thank God Love is in the air to make him actually want to take care of himself, geez. With his usual self-loathing kkept at bay, Matt ends up at the hot springs. He can totally sense the temperature and all that just by the steam, but he's kept his glasses on anyway. Not like it matters if they get fogged up, right?
He steps up to a pool-- he'd probably prefer one on his own if he wasn't feeling quite so sure of himself today. ]
Mind if I join you?
[ Look, there's no easy way to say this. Matt's really ripped. And kinda covered in scars. But that's not like, weird or anything, right? Clad only in a towel and sunglasses, it's pretty obvious that he is not your average dude. But who'd even ask that, huh?? He'll just smile, waiting for an answer. Take your time. He's good at this waiting thing. ]
C: Wildcard for 1000
[ idk for something else, hit me up! ]
What is communal bathing, Alex?
Sure.
[The answer is only a second or two late, accompanied by the sound of he shifting over in the water to make room on the seat beside her.]
And FYI... was checking you out.
[Since she wasn't bothering to hide it, and there were some things his senses couldn't tell him. Her smirk is audible.]
\o/ that's right! you get to pick the next category
Flirting for 300?
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