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Holiday mingle log

It’s the most wonderful (welcome) time of the year

Christmas is coming earlier and earlier every year, which isn't a surprise but hey they're starting the Christmas/Winter stuff the week before thanksgiving. Because why not. this month’s party takes place in the Merchant dome. But it’s not the everyday appearance of the merchant dome. No, for the next five days the Merchant dome’s appearance has been altered to look like a sort of Bavarian Christmas Market. There are small clusters of tables every so often, so people can just sit and chat and eat and drink.

Some enterprising person has even managed to make it snow through some unknown means. It’s not cold, but the snow is soft and steady and slowly building up.

The entire dome, all of the streets and all of the merchant stalls are practically glowing with white fairy lights that are strung everywhere. Vendors in their stalls gleefully cry out to paterons passing by, offering them free food or drinks. The food consists of the sort of things that one might expect to find in a place like this: sausages on buns and on sticks, pretzels, pizza, loads of cookies of every variety that one could think of, including elaborately decorated gingerbread, chocolates, fruits, french fries. Think winter fair food, and be as absurd and as complicated and extra as you want. It is a fair, after all. Go nuts. Drinks are also along the same line: hot cider, mulled wine, hot buttered rum, hot chocolate both with booze and without, as well as all the normal things: water, coffee, tea, milk, soda, and a variety of fruit juices that you’ve both heard of and not.

But food isn’t the only free thing that people are giving away! They’re also offering characters hats and gloves and scarves, small toys, books, delicate ornaments, perfumes, wine… it’s a giant welcome party after all, and these people are cheerful and happy. Even offering to pay just gets met with laughter and being told not to worry about it.

Fun and frivolity.

There are even carnival rides set up! A medium sized ferris wheel, a carousel, a giant slide and ice skating ring are all along the outside of the stalls.

At the far end of the dome, the snow has fallen deeper and held to several inches. Wouldn’t you know it just happens to be perfect snowball snow! So, there of course needs to be a snowball fight! What did you think those free mittens and gloves and scarves are for after all? The snowball fight can be organized into teams, or one on one depending on the player’s choice. This is a friendly fight, of course, so no rocks or slush balls or anything. Well, probably not. No one in the Sphere is your mother.

So you want some summer?.

While the welcome party rages on in the merchant dome, people have made a smaller party in one of the recreation domes. Around the pools, as a matter of fact. There’s almost like a small barbecue clustered around the largest of the three pools, and the light is constant and sunny here. The large pool is olympic sized, and is a sparkling blue. It’s fresh water, and probably clean enough to drink. I still wouldn’t drink it. The second pool is slightly smaller and more kidney shaped with a gradual sand mound at one end of it. This pool is salt water and looks a bit more like a beach than a pool. The third pool is a kiddie pool, complete with a splash pad, that’s running. Buckets drop, it’s got one of those mushroom things, and sprinkler jets. There aren’t any kids though, so people are welcome to go nuts.

Bathing suits and towels are provided in the changing rooms. There’s frozen and fruity drinks flowing freely, along with finger food and snacks. Loud music is playing from a local band that’s just generally of a pop sort. There’s people dancing rather in a rather haphazard fashion, but the dance floor is there and present!

Oh yeah, and there's definitely the baths and everything too!

Network.

In the Sphere, the network is neural, and accessed via touching the glowing golden circle behind your character’s ear. They can identify themselves with a screen name if you so desire, but messages should be one of three ways or a combination of them. 1. Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network. 2. Writing: Your character thinks text into the network. 3. Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network. Replies are determined by the player.

The network needs to be accessed by choice, so character broadcasts are not automatically beamed directly into people’s heads. The Sphere isn’t that rude.

Private messages are allowed by pressing and holding and pressing and holding again as you picture the person in your mind. This can be an image or a name, err more on the side of things being more accessible than less.

Welcome to my nightmare.

For anyone within the architecture dome, the library dome, the sunlight rec dome and any personal dome that people chose, around midnight people will have a curiously tired sensation. They just need to rest their eyes for a moment, or some may fall asleep for longer. No matter the length of time that the character is out, the nightmare infects them, and when they wake they will be filled with a curious but urgent sensation.

They have lost something. The loss can be a physical object, an emotion, a memory, a person or perhaps a sense of self. If the lost person is currently present in the game, they will be unable to be seen by the character who is experiencing the waking nightmare. Urgency will grip the character, because the longer the sensation goes on for, the worse it becomes. Characters can search and scrounge for their loss everywhere, but until the nightmare is over, they will not find whatever it is. Even if it is themselves. Instead, they may be frantic, angry, or just play old scared to death. They need to find this at whatever cost. Where they may find it is something that their own brains will settle on, but of course until the nightmare is over, they will not be able to.

The nightmare ends with either the character falling into a normal, restful sleep naturally or through some other means (someone might mention the infirmary has sedation medication just for the is purpose, or that there’s always a brick) or when they are woken with the intervention of someone else. The intervention of someone else is entirely up to you, and can come from a player character or a NPC, depending on how the player is feeling with the thread. By intervention we mean someone who is able to talk the person out of the nightmare, or to slap or shake them out, or to use some sort of trick that shows them that they are indeed inside of a nightmare. The knowledge that someone is affected by a nightmare must come from an external source, and should come from a character that your character would trust. After all, would you believe someone who told you that you were in a nightmare if you didn’t know that? That said, the best way to deal with waking someone is to remove them from the affected domes. Too bad you don’t know which domes are affected.

Comments

Jon Snow | Game of Thrones

[king_inthenorth]

[It's the most wonderful time of the year]

This...this is a lot. There is nothing about this place that feels remotely familiar, and now he's surrounded by all of these things he doesn't understand. This is supposed to be celebrating something, he's figured out that much, but what they're celebrating and why is beyond him.

The only thing that is familiar to him is the snow, and at least that's not cold. Although he's pretty sure he wouldn't like the explanation of why it can be snowing when it's not cold. He'd rather not think about it.

After an hour or so of wandering around the gathering, he finds himself overwhelmed by it, so he wanders over to an empty table and sits down at it, trying to get his bearings. This is unlike any of the places he's been before, and he wonders if he'll ever get used to it.

[Fun and frivolity]

He eventually makes his way to the edge of the dome, hoping that there will be fewer people there. He finds to his pleasure that it's not so crowded here, but the tradeoff is that there's more snow. It seems winter is coming to more places than just Westeros.

But -- there's something going on here that he's never seen before. Even growing up in Winterfell, he doesn't remember any instances of the Starks throwing snow at each other. Snow seems like a much better option for having a fight than any of the weapons he knows how to use.

So he bends down, scoops up a handful of snow, packs it into shape, takes aim, and lets it fly.

[Wildcard]

Make up something, or find me on plurk at [Bad username or site: siriuslydementd" @ plurk.com].

wonderful wonderful

[toivory]

[She doesn't believe her eyes when she first sees him. It's just a figment of her imagination, a trick of the light. There's no chance that Jon Snow of all people has found himself here, amongst the winter celebrations in the Sphere. But when she walks past him, she realizes that yes, it's absolutely him.

She approaches him quietly, each hand holding a brimming mug of mulled wine.

She slides in across the table from him, and places a mug in front of him.]

And here I thought we'd left Winter behind. [She grins at him.]

Rhy Maresh | Shades of Magic Book Series

[unbreakable_king]

Street Vendors

Street vendors is something that Rhy is more or less used to. The amazing thing here, though, was that no one recognized him as he moved through the streets. Here he wasn't King Maresh. He wasn't a ruler or a savior or even just the beloved Prince of Arnes. No, here he was just another man in the streets, and that meant he got to enjoy things. He samples every little treat of food and drink that is offered to him. But what really gets him is the clothes foisted on him. Cold wasn't really something that he was used to in his London, not with the magical river Isle keeping things warm and with the palace. So he's soon becoming a mound of mismatched scarves and gloves and ornaments and everything else people will put on him. For a normally fashionable man, it's a mess. And he's loving every second from how he laughs.

Snow?

Another thing that Rhy has never experienced before in his life. Snow. Sure, he's SEEN ice, he's seen water magic used for something like that. But this? Wow. He didn't... he didn't even know this was something people could do with ice. Was it even ice? What is it? He is so shocked, and distracted enough that a snowball actually hits him in the face. That earns a true yelp. So cold!

Water Parks

Now this was more his style. Warmth. Beautiful people in less clothes than they'd normally wear. Sun and fun? Oh yes, this is definitely more what Rhy likes. Except... He can't help but frown curiously at the splash pad and bucket drop.

"I don't seen any mages, so how are they getting the water up into those buckets?"

Victorian era men really have SO many questions about shit like this.

water parks

[morethanatrickster]

It's advantageous to know all the newcomers in the Sphere, and Loki often visits various locations when the celebrations are afoot. How better to meet the new people, after all? Some new arrivals to the sphere are easier to notice than others, and Rhy makes quite the spectacle. Loki is dressed in loose dark pants, shoeless, and a dark green, thin robe (no bathing suit for him) as he comes up beside the other man, taking a sip from a bright blue drink in a martini glass before he responds.

"Plumbing is how they accomplish the feat."

Snow

[interconnectedness]

Simon's seen snow. But really, it's not quite like snow back home. Nothing here is ever exactly right, though, so it's hardly worth mentioning anymore. He catches sight of the man who gets hit square in the face with a snowball and he looks almost amused by it.

"You should keep an eye out for those." Not everyone aims carefully and what not.

Network

[unbreakable_king]

My my, this device surely is quite impressive. It's like living with a scrying board enchantment in your head. Which is both disturbing and interesting. Tell me, does anyone understand how it works? Is it magic, or something more like those little mechanical music boxes, made of parts and gears and, dear me, wires?

Alex Manes | Roswell, New Mexico

[notmybattle]

[Most Wonderful Time]

The lack of cold throws Alex off for a moment. Normally, if it was warm then it meant that snow wouldn't stick to the ground. This snow? It definitely stuck. Just the thought alone gets a small smile out of him.

Food and drink is taken with a bit of precaution, though he has people telling him that it was alright. Didn't mean that he'd trust it. He didn't know these people. Not that he thinks they'd hurt him, he doesn't. That would've been like going to war and expecting everyone to hurt him.

So, he tries the few things given to him. Tries not to be amused at the idea that people were handing things out for free. Nothing was ever free. Something was definitely up, but he wasn't sure what. For now? He'd walk the streets and do what he did best, pay attention.

If things were off he'd take action. Luckily, nothing seemed that way so far. Something that he hoped stayed that way.

[Fun and frivolity]

Alex can't remember the last time that he'd been to a carnival. So, the idea of ferris wheels and carousels amuses him a bit. Something like this is something he's sure that his mother would've loved. His brothers too if they hadn't been trapped under their father's thumb.

It's not that he doesn't know how to have fun, it's just that it's been a while. So, he doesn't hesitate to head off to the giant slide or even venture to the ferris wheel. Maybe before too long he'd head off and try a bit of ice skating. Not that he thinks it'll go over well, but it was worth a shot.

[Network]

audio; un: Manes

No offense, but this feels more like a government project than anything else. Does someone know what's really going on here?


[Wildcard]

Throw whatever you want at me and I'll go with it.

most wonderful

[toivory]

[Sansa was always a graceful girl. She'd been raised to be a lady, and she stood here in the Sphere as a queen in her home. Even so, she had always had an elegant way of moving. Of course, that was a few cups of wine ago, and now that grace meant her body was moving a bit faster than her feet. Or perhaps it was the other way around?

It didn't matter, because regardless, Sansa was careening into a young man around her age, stumbling into him. She places her hands up to brace herself.]

Can't even blame the ice, can you? [There was no ice, just the snow.]

Fun and Frivolity

[unbreakable_king]

Ice skating. This is something that Rhy is not really experienced with, and he's still pleased at the idea. So at least Alex might not be the only one who is not really suited to it. Or perhaps Alex is naturally graceful. Rhy? Naturally graceful, but definitely falling on his ass as he tries to get his skates under him and failing a lot.

And it's earning a cheerful laugh from him. He's made it ONCE around the area, with a few bumps and bruises, and he smiles at the nearest person who enters the rink.

"Ever done this before? Would you be so kind as to give a gentleman a hand if you are familiar?"

Is there a flirtatious tone to his voice? Absolutely.

audio; un: guerin

[guerin]

Alex...? [ Definitely a voice Michael hasn't been expecting to hear over the network. ]

Gar Logan | Titans

[garrrr]

( A. It's the most wonderful time )

So, if there's one complaint that typically comes with snow it's that it's cold. For Gar, he'd never minded the cold all that much but once he'd ended up in California he had missed the snow. Somehow, the snow doesn't feel quite right without the crisp bite of chill in the air but the cheer of the festivities is infectious. It's almost enough to let him leave aside his worries about getting home and already missing his family -- and is everyone alright? out of his brain for the time being.

Gar's more than happy to indulge in every bit of food that he passes. You might come across him stuffing his face with pizza from one hand and pretzel from another while trying to balance cookies and a drink with his arms. It's precarious to say the least.

But it's so good.

( B. Fun and Frivolity )

So, you might find yourself seeing a green tiger rolling around in the snow. Gar had slunk off to where there were less people and transformed and proceeded to playfully roll around.

Or you might catch the tiger slinking off behind some solid object and a green haired teen coming out the other side a few seconds later.

( C. So you want some summer )

[ While snow is fun and all the idea of going for a swim is one that draws Gar eventually. He's changed into a pair of swimming trunks and goes straight for diving into the largest pool.

Eventually, after a long swim he'd make his way to the barbecue to get some more food.

Seriously, his stomach is just a bottomless pit. ]

( D. Network )

un: gar

So. Video games? Where can I get them here?

( E. Wildcard )

[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at poetanarchy if you want to plot something or want a specific starter. ]

Wonderful Time

[hardtimeasking]

Dick hadn't expected to find himself in a place filled with snow. Snow that wasn't all that cold to begin with. He's not sure if that's something that bothers him or not. To a point? It does. What did that mean for a place who could control something like that? It reminded him too much of Lex and what his people could do.

He'd been roaming around a bit, taking in the sights when he sees that head of familiar green hair and stops. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. It had been for some time now, after all. At least he wasn't seeing Bruce at every turn now.

"Gar?"

If that wasn't who it was then he would apologize, a lot.

un: manes

[notmybattle]

Unfortunately, I couldn't tell you where they were. Ten to one says that they've got shops in a few of the domes that sell them though. Assuming that they're actually selling them, that is. When I first got here there was a lot of stuff being thrown at people for free.

B

[doubled_speed]

[The downside of the cold was, well, Tommy couldn't continue his tradition of carting his pet sloth around with him everywhere. Speedy needed warmth and humidity and the cold here really wasn't good for the creature. And Tommy wasn't exactly a fan of the cold either. So he didn't really intend to stick around in it. Just was working on cutting through the dome for a delivery.

Except...

You know, people have been callig him on there being no animals but Speedy around for a while. But right now, there is definitely A animal, and Tommy yelps in shock and fear.]

Dick Grayson | Titans

[hardtimeasking]

[Fun and frivolity]

The last time Dick had seen snow like this was when he was little. Except, back then there had been a chill in the air. Something that he noticed this place was lacking. Not that it made the experience any less fun. It was actually nice out and he could hear himself think.

He doesn't, however, go for the food or drink not trusting it quite yet. He does, however, watch as people go about throwing snowballs at one another. A past time that he never did. For now? He was content in watching.

Maybe later he'd get involved in it, once he made sure no one he knew was there.


[Network]

un: grayson

This place is definitely brighter than Gotham. What's the crime rate like around here?


[Wildcard]

Throw whatever you want at me and I'll play follow the leader.

text; un: guerin

[guerin]

Gotham? Seriously?

Natsuki | Doki Doki Literature Club (Aged Up)

[beachlove]

So you want some summer?

[ She picked a cute pink one piece bathing suit with a giant white bunny face on the front. As she walked through the aisles, deciding on a pool, she sipped from her tumbler of fruit punch and sighed around her straw. She needed this! It was unlike how most of her days went unless she was at school.

There was artificial sunlight and several people running around. Her eyes darted over to the beach like pool and she grinned.] How's about that? I think I'll go dive in over there.

[she happily walked over to the beach pool and sat her drink down on the edge of the sands. Then dropped her white towel and then went running until she pivoted off her feet and dived into the pool in a cannonball. She screamed going down and then a few seconds later, she came up grasping for breath and giggling. If only her friends were here.]

Fun and frivolity

[She watches from the deck leading down into the carnival area. She smiles to herself as a soft breeze blows her hair in front of her mouth. She fixes it and sighs. So much snow! She doesn't really know anyone here. She's a little afraid to approach anyone. Everyone seems so much bigger than her, but she will in time, say hello to someone and introduce herself. Until then she leans against the ledge and watches everyone else enjoy themselves.] At least here...I'm finally free.

Fun and frivolity

[unknownmoirai]

[Carnivals, such as these, are new to the young angel. She's heard about them and has wanted to see them for herself but she'd never imagine standing here alone. It's pleasant, she's happy, but lonely. She has friends in the domes, those she's met over time and become close too, but watching the Ferris Wheel lazily turn reminds her of her sister.

She wishes that she could have said more before her twin vanished from the domes. She wishes she could have apologized.

Inësa closes her eyes and wishes upon the sky that's located somewhere above the ocean that holds them now. The wish isn't anything exact but a sensation of hope that blossoms and swells in her chest.

She smiles, her chin lifted towards the heavens but when she opens her eyes she finds tears slowly gliding down her cheeks.

It's then that she realizes that she isn't alone, standing nearby is a young woman who appears to be watching the frivolities play out before them.] Excuse me. [Her voice is soft and sweet as she briefly brushes her fingers across her cheeks.] I hadn't seen you there. [She'd been too lost in her thoughts.]

Are you alright?

[It's surprising to see another so distant from the event.]

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII Complilation

[healingflowers]

HOLIDAY MINGLE LOG

[All these freebies were sweet of them, but Aerith had never needed much. Even when she had been home with her mother, they lived humbly and without more than they needed. It was the way of life she preferred. As a vendor went by with a plate of mini sandwiches, she stopped him with a smile and thanked him upon taking a craved chicken one. She took a nibble as she walked through the streets, through the atmosphere of the festival and people chasing each other around. She continued to nibble on her sandwich and stopped at a flower stall.

She pouted a little. She missed selling flowers. She missed gardening. She missed the smiles of women when she offered them a free flower with the dozen they bought or even the smiles of men who were going to give their honeys a bouquet of their favorite flowers.

She looked through the various flowers here. They were all fragrant and she could tell the seller had done a fine job in raising these little plants up to be proper and well deserving of a few ….um, gil? What was the money here called again?] How much for a pale pink tulip?

The vendor laughed. "Lady. You can take as many as you want for free. Infact, take any flower you want."

[She huffed.] You really don't want any payment? I know how hard it is to make such beautiful flowers blossom. It's hard day's work.

The vendor shook his head. "None, ma'am. None."

[She nodded.] Well! You have a green thumb I'd be jealous of if I didn't have one myself. I'll take some a rainbow of tulips and about a dozen sunflowers. Pretty please? [She was going to put the rainbow of tulips in a vase at her living arrangement but the sunflowers! The sunflowers she was going to make a crown out of. She was in the mood to walk around like a flower child and continue to enjoy the festivities. Even if she had to carry around those tulips.]

The vendor packaged them up nicely, she surprised the much older and rather cute gentleman with a kiss on the cheek. He chuckled nervously, looking bashful. "Oh. I'm married!"

[Aerith snorted.] I'm not hitting on you! Consider that payment for giving me such lovely flowers without complaint. And send my compliments to your wife. She must be happy to be romanced by your garden all the time.

The vendor smiled genuinely. "Yes, she's always happy with what I give her."

[She nodded, taking her 'purchases'.] Have a beautiful day, sir. I've got a sunflower crown to make! [she waved as she walked off with a slight skip in her step. She found herself sitting on a newer light wooden bench with her tulip beside her. She strung the sunflowers together as she made a crown, listening to the live band in the distance that was playing some kind of poppy hit. She didn't mind being alone, but she missed Cloud, Tifa, Barrett and all the others.]

[Network Post]

[she posts a picture of her smiling with her sunflower crown adjusted appropriately on her head.] I met a very nice florist who gave me these wondrous flowers for free. I spent about about a half hour making this crown happen, but it was well worth the compliments I received and someone even had me do a few for them and their friends later on. Do you know how hard it is to make a rose crown? The stems aren't as easily transferable into making it happen. It took some work!

How is everyone by the way? I hope you're having a blessed and good day. Anyone needing to vent or talk, I'm here. Don't be afraid to poke me. I'm always willing to listen...and give advice if it's wanted. No advice if you'd rather just vent. I get not wanting to hear 'I told you so!' It can be downright irritating.

Pietro Maximoff | mcu

[never_seemecoming]

[It's the most wonderful time of the year]

He's still not entirely sure what's going on here, but the festive mood is good enough for him. And of course there's the free food, which he is trying plenty of. He doesn't want to get on the bad side of any of the food vendors, so he's limiting himself to only one or two from each one before moving on to the next one. Where does he have room to put it all?

"Delicious," he says as he finishes off one treat, and then the vendor offers him another one, and insists. "That one," he says as he points at a green-frosted cookie.

[Fun and frivolity]

Pietro is great on regular, non-slippery land. Nothing can stand in his way of getting to where he wants to go, in a hurry. Not so much once he's on the ice. He only makes it one step onto the ice before his legs fly out from underneath him and he lands flat on his rear end on the ice.

But he's not giving up. He's just clinging to the side of the rink, slowly making his way around, trying to get his feet to cooperate enough to allow him to try the actual skating part of ice skating.

[Network]

audio, un: quicksilver

Does anyone know where we are, exactly? Where on the Earth?

Network

[minus1twin]

[she knows his voice and in that instance of recognition, her heart tightens uncomfortably in her chest.

Wanda doesn't wait, she rises to her feet and walks to the door, making her way outside. She has no idea where her brother is be but she will find him or he will find her.

Even now, they're connected.]

This isn't on Earth. Not our Earth.

[Her voice lacks the accent that he knew but she's still the same Wanda, she's still his Wanda.]

Where are you?

Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire

[thebrideoffire]

[It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year]

Daenerys had never seen snow before. She had witnessed beaches and sands that were so white, they could possibly be mistaken for snow, yet...she wondered if Ser Jorah would have agreed with her, being a man from the North. This...what was falling about her, it was nothing like sand. What had come before was a substitution and not a very convincing one.

It wasn't simply the weather that was an overwhelming change for her, the marketplace itself was similar to the ones she had known in Essos. She had watched others take sausages and biscuits like this before and eat happily, while she was hungry and scrounging from the alleyways. For the first time, food and treat were being handed to her willingly, any thought of payment being laughed at. Even as queen, nothing was handed to her.

A glass of wine, a bit of pork, she side eyed it and carefully set it down once she was away from the stall, too nervous to fully trust it. No matter how tempting it was and appealed to the young child she had been, she couldn't forget the wine merchant and his friendly smile. Better to be an outcast and a hungry child again than to trust the wrong person...as she had learned recently.

"No, no thank you." She was firmer next time, pulling away from those pressing food into her hands. "I am not hungry."

[Network]

Nothing else was brought with us? Beyond what we have on our backs? No person or animal?

[Wildcard]

Feel free to tag her with whatever. I'm open to any scenario. PM if you have questions or want to plot.

the most wonderful-ish

[toivory]

Sansa watched as the woman with silver hair turned down the food handed to her. Daenerys' hair had gotten her attention first- it was hard not to notice hair like silver, braided as it was. She didn't want to believe it was her- Jon had only just arrived she didn't need that being tarnished by the arrival of her.

Dany hadn't seemed to notice her yet, when she sent the children away, disappointed. Noticing this, Sansa was quick to accept their gifts, thanking them each individually. These people were so kind to them, hosting them here, allowing them to live as they did. It was only right to extend courtesy and gratitude to them.

"What's the harm in accepting the gifts?" She asked, an eyebrow arched. There were only three people here who knew who she was, and two of them hadn't even seen her yet. "They're children, they mean no harm."

eddie kaspbrak | it

[wheezed]

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR.

Eddie doesn't mean to get excited. Everything that's happened, ending up here, it's all kind of horrible, gives him far too much to fret over, and Eddie's been in a state of near panic for far too many consecutive hours now. But...it's hard not to get caught up in the excitement. People are having fun all around him, and trying to pull him into the festivities too, and there's only so much some kid from Maine can resist.

In the end it's the hot chocolate that gets him.

So Eddie's walking around with a mug absolutely loaded, grin plastered on his face as he tries to figure out how the hell he's supposed to actually drink the thing. He's so pleased that he doesn't even think twice about talking to the nearest person -- perish the thought -- and he cheerfully chirps away to no one in particular.

"God, is it always like this here? Maybe this isn't so bad after all!"

FUN AND FRIVOLITY.

Unfortunately, the positivity doesn't last. He's consumed just about his entire weight in candy and other treats, drank more hot chocolate than is heathy for any living human, and Eddie is generally not hating the idea of ending up in some weird and whacky universe if it means free treats, and then--

A snowball smacks Eddie square in the face, and for a good long moment he just freezes.

When he finally moves it's only to wipe the snow out of his eyes, and scrape some hair back away from his face. He takes a deep breath, then turns sharply on his heel to face the person unfortunate enough to have accidentally made Eddie their victim. He might a short, scrawny barely-teen with a hot chocolate moustache and a visible propensity for anxiety, but you wouldn't think it from the voice that comes bellowing out of him.

"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me?!" Eddie punctuates the words with sharp little hand gestures, not even trying to cover up how annoyed he is, "Does it look like I'm playing your stupid game? I'm probably going to end up with the flu, not to mention how disgusting snow actually is and you just threw it in my face? What are you, a monster?"

This could take a while.

NETWORK.

AUDIO; username: e.kaspbrak

( he's not having an asthma attack, and even if he was he definitely wouldn't just go and project that over the network...but there's still a bit of an air of breathlessness about him that he can't quite seem to work around. we love a neural connection! )

So this is like, really weird right? Like we're all in agreement that this is just some really weird shit. It's not just me. Right?

WILDCARD.

( throw me something random! a different prompt, a text, anything goes my dudes. pm / plurk @ sharknado for queries!! )

duh duh duh fun & frivolity

[badimpression]

[The novelty of this is starting to wear off for Richie, too.

At first, it was super fun to be inundated with free food and toys like some kind of dream- once the 'this is too good to be true' siren in his head calmed down, that is- but now, reality is setting in, and Richie isn't waking up. He's really stuck here. And that sucks. Things aren't right back home. He can't leave them like that.

There's a slowburn kind of panic in his gut as he munches on a cookie, another four stashed in the pocket of his shorts, but Richie is practiced at ignoring things like that, so he does.

He's just sort of wandering aimlessly when he spots a familiar silhouette in the distance, and he lights up with a grin too wide for his face to contain it. Without a seconds hesitation, Richie shovels the rest of his cookie into his mouth, stoops to form a snowball, and lobs it in Eddie's direction--

and shrieks with delighted laughter when it hits it's mark. The tension and worry that had balled itself in a knot in his stomach is evaporated, and all he can think about is how fucking glad he is that Eddie is here too.

So of course, what he says is:]

You kiss your mother with that mouth, Eds? Fucking filthy! Good thing I washed it out with ice!

richie tozier | it (2017)

[badimpression]

→ it's the most wonderful time of the year!

[At first, Richie is honestly too preoccupied waiting for this to twist into something real nasty to have any fun.

But when enough time passes and no balloons burst into blood or carnival rides come to life, he starts to relax. Let his guard down. Have fun. Sue him. This is weird as shit and he's still not entirely sure it's even real, but how long can a kid resist free food and toys? Not long, is the verdict.

He might be skinny and gawky as hell, but either Richie has an appetite the size of a horse, or no one has been feeding this kid right, because he's coming back for seconds and then thirds, eventually garnering dubious looks from those handing out the free food as he makes a stack of pizza slices in one hand.]

Haha, get it? The leaning tower of Pizza.

[He can also be found coasting casually around the stalls laden with cider and rum, waiting for the opportunity to pinch something he's certain he won't be handed.]

→ network • video; un: garbageman

What the fuck? Woah. Is this on all the time? What kinda gross pervert invented this shit? Is this a gross pervert city? I knew all the free shit was too good to be true!

[Richie immediately gets distracted and switches topics, holding up a bottle of wine he successfully snagged, took one sip of and spat out again- but will tip in a toast towards the camera, as if he's been enjoying it. When he speaks again, it's in a truly atrocious British accent.]

But it does have it's charms, I do say!

→ welcome to my nightmare.

[He doesn't remember falling asleep. The last thing he actually recalls is digging through the library dome, avidly searching for any trace of comics among the volumes. But when he wakes, that's not what Richie is worried about.

There's an urgent buzzing under his skin. A nagging sensation that reminds him of being at school, on the first day of classes, and knowing his backpack is lighter than it should be, but not knowing why yet. His fingers itch, and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. He can't sit still, instead pacing back and forth for lack of a direction to walk in, until eventually he's crawling on his knees to look under stacks, lifting books and dumping them out of the way, and generally making a right mess of things in his distress.

Something is gone, and he doesn't-

Richie opens his mouth wide, heart sinking, but doesn't make a noise. He's lost his voice.]

video.

[wheezed]

Is that wine? What the fuck Richie?

( of course Eddie looks like a pissy little killjoy, projected directly into Richie's mind with his grumpy expression and his rolling eyes and folded arms. He's practically radiating judgement. )

As if you're even going to drink it, stupid, it's disgusting.

Ben Solo | Star Wars

[havethestrength]

Voice: un. Solo

[The silence is almost something you can feel oppressing you. Heavy on your chest as it continues to linger. There's someone there, it's a certainty that there is, but whoever it is seems to prefer silence.

There's a moment where a mask flashes through your mind, a feeling of regret and shame before a voice finally comes.]

Is it often that you find things you never wanted to see again here?


[Fun and frivolity]

It's been ages since he's seen anything like this - seen and not destroyed it, that is. The rides are primitive, but the people look as if they're having fun. The smiles and screams of delight are a far cry from anything he's used to experiencing. They're ... enjoyable, and he can't help the slight smile that tugs at his lips. He's not used to smiling, but it feels good. It feels like something pure, something he probably shouldn't be allowed to have after everything he's done; everything he's destroyed. But if this place were giving him a second chance, he'd not waste it. He couldn't go back, not until the Sphere repaired itself. His death, he was sure it would be his death, would wait for him.

Even with all the thoughts of 'having fun,' Ben didn't know how to. He instead wove his way through the crowds, a ghost in a world of smiling faces and sparkling lights.


[Grabbag]

[I'm pretty much open to anything with Ben.]

[unpawnish]

In some ways, this sort of festival was as new and strange to her as it was to Ben. Granted, she'd had far more experience with them thanks to her time with the Resistance, but it was still a far cry from the life that she'd experienced back on Jakku. She's spoken to people, and she's kept expecting that it was for something major, but she'd been told multiple times that this was something that happened here all the time. Happened here all the time doesn't make sense to her, even as she does accept the sweet gingerbread that someone has passed into her hand. Taking small bites of it, Rey just looks down to BB-8 as he chirps at her, and she laughs softly before she feels it.

There, in the space that rests below her chest is a familiar tug, one that had been so familiar that the lack of it had been an aching void. Dropping the gingerbread and stopping dead still, Rey doesn't see him in the crowd, but she can feel him, connected through the Force even if she doesn't know how. This isn't the sensation of a Force Ghost that Luke and Leia had carried, but the way that it had felt like when she'd felt her heart beating in time with his own. Gasping softly, Rey just breathes aloud, "Ben?"

richie tozier | it (book)

[longoverdue]

[one: summertime blues]

[Yeah, Richie wasn't too keen on staying in Derry, sure. In just a matter of days he would be on a flight back to California, and then he knows: the forgetting will start again. And maybe this time it'll be a blessing. God knows he'll miss the other Losers, but there are things no man can stand to remember without going so nuts that they stick you in an asylum. Maybe after a while he can even sleep, again.

But what's that saying about the best-laid plans of mice and men? Yeah.

It's just that usually it's bad weather and sick pilots that lay waste to Richie's flight plans. Not different realities. For a while, despite the gruff fellow's assurances, Richie is pretty certain he's in a dream. Whyever wouldn't he be, after all? Still, best to play along for now, and anyway this doesn't seem like too bad a dream. There's a goddamn welcome party being thrown, and Richie lets himself get swept up in the celebrations for a little while. Anything to distract himself from Derry.

But he's thirty-eight, and pushing slowly, inexorably towards that grand old age of forty, and also he lost his contacts some time ago and these are his backup glasses, so after a while he has to sit down and take a rest somewhere. Unfortunately, that rest happens to be the table that you were sitting at.]

Sorry, [he says, absently, pulling out a chair and putting some food down on the table,] everywhere else was full. Do you mind?

[The look on his face says he is perfectly happy here, and will not budge until a better space opens up. And since that's not happening any time soon...well, hope you like a companion. He seems kinda tired, but he's willing enough to talk.]

[two: mr. telephone man || network, text, un: richrecords]

Any other capital-L Losers here? [He doubts it, but he has to ask anyway. He's less sure now this is a dream than he was before.] This is Richie. Last I checked it was 1985 and I was on my way back to California. What the fuck is going on?

[Later, after the inevitable clashes over the network, there's another edit:] Yes, Richie Tozier. Different one from the kid, though. I'd say it's a long story, but I'm still trying to puzzle everything out myself.

[three: wildcard]

[hit up this option for a different scenario! noooot too sure if I'll app just yet, so no promises on that account. hello and sorry to the It 2017 cast.]

lol

[wheezed]

( Eddie has spent his day wildly swinging between miserable and angry, and distracted by the energy of the festival long enough for the delight to wiggle its way in. It was a spot of that joy that made him pile up plates of food and drink, but by the time he's sat down the enthusiasm has well and truly off. Instead Eddie is just half turned in his chair and glaring sourly, which is only interrupted by the sound of a chair being dragged out.

Jesus Christ. Some old dude is parking up at the table, and sure the excuse is pretty reasonable but it doesn't make him any happier about the situation. He shuffles back around to face the guy completely and brings both hands up onto the table, one still in a cast and the other gesturing vaguely at the now-occupied seat. )

I mean sure, I guess. ( He can't really say no, it's not like Eddie owns the table, it's just that he was hoping to be able to stew in how unfair this whole situation was a little longer before he had to actually interact. He can't say the face in front of him is familiar, but there's–

...he's not sure. Anyway, it's not important. There's already too much going on in his head, he doesn't have time to focus on a weird little niggle. Not when there's about twelve thousand other weird niggles happening at the exact same time. ) I'm not hungry if you want any of this.

( He pushes the two plates a little closer to the center of the table, but he still narrows his eyes a little at the adult and watches him closely. So sue him, he's a little wary of people. It's been a rough summer. )

Wen Qing | The Untamed

[sorryandthankyou]

It's the most wonderful time for Fun and Frivolity

She was just taking the time to explore, taking in the sights and sounds of the entire event. It was definitely nice to have somewhere to relax. And that's exactly what she would do. After she explored for a bit. Listening to people running around and playing, laughing, all of it.

It was definitely a strong difference from the Burial Mounds. Or the somber walk she'd just been on. She let out a soft sigh. She felt like she could actually let her guard down. Not entirely, no. She would never let herself do that. But enough to try and enjoy the festivities. Even trying some food and drink that seemed interesting to her.

Of course, when snowballs started flying around where she had managed to get to, she moved to get to stay on the sidelines to watch the playing happening. That didn't stop her from having a shocked look on her face when one managed to hit her in the chest, her giving little more than a grunt as she looked up, a bit unamused to see where it was thrown from.]

So you want Summer?

Eventually, she would wander away from the winter wonderland that was where a lot of the festivities were happening, making her way to the warmer part, curious by everything, still. She would find her way to the changing rooms, and after some self-debate, decide on a bathing suit with a sarong to go with it. And you would be able to find her wearing it either around her waist, or around her shoulders, depending on when you would run into her.

Eventually she would try to get somewhere there weren't so many people around to relax. So come! Find her somewhere. Approach her and talk to her!

Welcome to my Nightmare

As soon as the nightmare began, Wen Qing's jaw clenched, a frown on her face. A bit of confusion, but mostly frustration. Something was missing. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was something. Something important. For the first chunk of time as she looked around, walking around, she wasn't sure what it was. Just that it was important. Whatever was gone... Whatever force took it had no right to take it. That's all that was going through her mind.

She would look, trying to not let concern overwhelm her. But it kept getting harder and harder the more she looked. From the outside, she'd be looking more frustrated, but it was a memory she lost. One of the few from the Burial Mounds that were the brightest of spots. The second she realized there was a chunk of space missing, she knew that was it.

How would it even be possible to find a memory, though? The frustration led her to finding somewhere to just lean back and scrub at her face, trying to calm down. Trying to not let it get to her as much as it was starting to get to her. It wasn't working, though. No matter how hard she tried. Wen Qing let out a cry of frustration before going back to what she was partly sure was a fruitless endeavor to find it.

Wildcard

Wanna do something else? Go ahead and hit my up with a top level or message mellzyvee or this journal!

I'll also match styles <3

Welcome to my nightmare

[paperbutterflies]

Sizhui didn't expect to find himself in a new strange place again so soon, but then he's looking around and.

This is familiar. His (dream-self's) breath catches as he slowly turns to the distantly but very familiar steps he can hear.

"... Wen Qing jie jie?*" The syllables slip from his lips before he can help himself. Then he takes a sharp breath and corrects that to, "Miss Wen?"


ooc: * I did just get through a few eps to make sure how little A-Yuan calls her, this is basically 'big sister Wen Qing'