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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-09-19 09:00 pm

EVENT: The Nights Were Humid, Still. (September 2023)





THE NIGHTS WERE HUMID, STILL.

WE WERE DREAMING, WAITING FOR NIGHT.
» THE PARK — INTRODUCTORY NOTES
When District 3 opens up, subtle and silent at first, the most noticeable area is the large park. A mixture of open picnic fields and heavily wooded trails, the park offers an escape from the cityscapes for those who seek an oasis amongst nature. Benches and light posts dot the twisting paths, offering a moment's rest to anyone traversing the park for a leisurely stroll or running for… exercise. Unlike its smaller cousin to the south, this park is devoid of statues or monuments, instead more of a tribute to nature and the pursuit of its company. There are, however, several small playgrounds spread around the outer edges for anyone who seeks some playtime with their inner child.

Speaking of your inner child, should you venture to the southern half of the park, you'll find a small carnival that appears to be abandoned. The rides and stalls all appear to be in decent condition despite lying still and silent; if you choose to hop the fence, you'll find that the cables running haphazardly over the grass are connected but powerless. No amount of effort to turn on the rides nor break into the games will prove fruitful, but the park at large has posters stapled to trees here and there advertising the opening of the fun fair very, very soon.


For those who are brave enough to leave the paved walkways to venture deeper into nature, you may find hidden gems—a quiet pond covered in lilypads with a small dock to sit on and dip your feet into the green waters; a romantic pair of swings atop a small knoll overlooking a creek; a shortcut through the trees where even your footsteps are muted by the leaves and dappled sunlight barely reaches your face through the trees above. Here and there you'll find the woods open up to a secluded meadow where the grass is tall and the wildflowers grow thick.

You may also find yourself imagining things just out of reach, like shadowy figures darting from bush to bush, predatory in nature. The phantom call of a crow may echo through the forest's canopy though, like the rest of the city, there is no wildlife to be seen nor heard otherwise. Was that the shout of a woman in the distance, or the cry of a fox? The longer time stretches on, the harder you'll find it is to make your way back out of the treeline, and the trees stretch far above to block out any hope of navigating back to the familiar buildings of the surrounding city. You might want to call for help—if you get find service for your device, that is.



The new park is a permanent location that is open to residents 24/7 as there are no fences nor gates. It's larger than the one new City Hall and has more potential for exploring as well as different features from its cousin. For those that are familiar, it will evoke thoughts of New York's Central Park with its mixture of open areas contrasting with thick woods. Paved walkways, freshwater ponds, picnic areas, and a couple of playgrounds can all be found throughout the park. Along with these, residents may stumble upon other natural and man-made areas such as rocky outcrops, unmarked trails, bicycle paths, fountains, and other things typically found in large urban parks—minus the wildlife. It can be a romantic setting as easily as it can be a horrific one depending on the time of day as well as the company that you keep.

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THEN THE HEAT BROKE, THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR.
» THE FAIR — RIDES & ATTRACTIONS
At 6:00 PM City time on September 19th, the numerous light bulbs of the fun fair burst into blinding color simultaneously, lighting up the darkening sky as loud carnival music slowly churns to life from unseen speakers. The rides all spring into motion, operating on a strict schedule that will allow carnival-goers the time to get on the ride as well as stumble back off after they've had their fun. No one is running the rides that you can see, though they all have the typical podium with an array of buttons that could be used to start and stop the machinery that creaks and groans with age. If you'd like to see what it's like working as a rider operator, you're more than welcome—just make sure you're not making everyone sick.

Due to the fair's small size, the rides are all fairly tame in size and speed. There's a merry-go-round with brightly painted horses to ride along with a handful of mermaids, sculpted hair permanently billowing in the wind. One section at the edge is dedicated to a massive stationary head, evocative of a ventriloquist's dummy, with its mouth gaping open for riders to sit inside, perched on the tongue-shaped bench. For the braver riders, a few other unnerving steeds await, such as a lion with blood dripping from its teeth and claws, a zebra with eight legs, an uncomfortably hairy tarantula, and a gray-skinned creature with its eyeless head split open into a massive mess of razor-sharp teeth. Though the merry-go-round spins at a leisurely pace, staying on if for too long is likely to induce a strange sense of dizziness even after disembarking and attempting to walk it off. The repetitive groan of the pipe organ rings in your ears, hardly helping your disorientation at all though you seek a quiet place to recuperate.

Further along in the fair is a low building comprised of little more than a laminate floor, metal grating roof, and bright red railing that encloses all sides. Strewn about inside are bumper cars, big enough for two if you want to squish in together with a friend, but lacking seatbelts. As you run to find a car you like, you can hear the electricity begin to hum through the roof and spark with the bent antennae of each car as their motors awaken. Loud rock music drowns out the sound of squealing wheels as the drivers begin the arduous task of steering the bumper cars into each other. It's all fun and games at first, but it's easy for a little competition to turn into a grudge match.

The last ride looks like a large metal bowl with steep sides painted dark blue and covered with stars, plantes, galaxies, and a comically simplistic spaceship. The archway standing just in front of the ride's entrance calls it "THE GRAVI-ATOR" with a disclaimer in small print about holding on tightly to personal belongings once on the ride. Stepping into the door cut out in one side, you'll find there are no straps nor seats—everyone should find themselves a comfortable place to lean, preferably in one of the spots that has padding on the walls, because soon the ride will begin to spin and everyone will be pinned down by centrifugal force.


Though they may not be as thrilling as the mechanical rides, there are a few tamer attractions for those seeking a break from the bright lights and loud sounds of the carnival. A hall of mirrors stands to one side of the area, a gaping clown mouth serving as the entrance to the dark building. The laughter and screams from outside are quickly muffled as atmospheric music plays lowly while you try to navigate through a maze of mirrors, many of which distort your appearance. You may see flashes of people that you don't remember seeing come inside, oddly shaped and shadowy where the corners of two mirrors meet. Did you feel someone brush up against you? No, impossible in such tight corridors, but you should probably hurry along to the exit.

There is also, of course, a tunnel of love, though it is a cheap imitation of one. Rather than sitting in a romantic gondola, those interested in going through will do so on foot—a rather daunting task considering that you'll be in the dark once you walk through the heart-shaped door and through the musty red curtains. Still, there's enough time to steal a kiss, or grasp blindly for a hand to hold if you're scared of the dark. Has your lover always had such cold, rough hands? It might be soothing in the muggy warmth you find inside, or maybe it's reason enough to find the way out on your own.



Located in the southern half of the large park is a small fun fair that will open to the public the evening of September 19 with operating hours from 6:00 PM to 11:00 PM City time. Before opening, none of the rides or games will be operational; however, there will be fliers advertising its opening all around the city on billboards and telephone poles, and adventurous characters are able to hop the fence and explore if they so desire. However, they will not be able to turn on any of the rides or games, and will not be able to break into the rides or booths under any circumstances.

Upon opening, there will be a number of rides running themselves on a schedule that allows people time to get on, have some fun, and then get back off again. Though there's something unsettling about the music they play, or maybe how shaky they feel, there's no apparent danger anywhere. Residents are encouraged to enjoy themselves with a group of friends, or maybe a date, and experience all that the fun fair has to offer! The fair will not be open forever, though; its gates will close permanently at 11:00 PM on September 30 and all traces will disappear that night to leave a large, open field behind in the park.

This is a good, ol' fashioned carnival designed to bring together groups of people for thrills and fun. Though there are no overt game mechanics at play, we encourage everyone to get creative and add their own flair to this month's event. If you have any questions about player plots you'd like to run, please revisit the Events & Interactions section of the F.A.Q. and drop us a comment on the mod contact for any additional questions.

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IT SEEMED AN HONOR TO HAVE A MOUTH.
» THE FUN — GAMES & FOOD
The majority of the fair is occupied by stalls full of fair games, their walls and awnings decorated in various themes to match. The shooting gallery is a scene from the American West, cowboys astride horses with a background of cacti and orange rocky mesas. The targets themselves are a variety of desert animals: vultures flying from the roof, lizards skittering along the ground, and coyotes chasing rabbits throughout the middle. A handful of rifles are waiting along the half wall in front, chained and bolted to the wooden surface to keep them from getting carried off, and an array of hats hang above them as prizes displayed for winners. There are the typical cowboy hats, then some pink and green ones, some multi-colored jester hats, and a few that look like uncomfortably realistic rubber masks of faces twisted into horrifying expressions.

The next stall over is as different as can be imagined with psychedelic rainbows, glow-in-the-dark smiley faces, and paint splotches covering all surfaces. Inside is a grid of brightly colored balloons that rain silver glitter once they're popped. Cups of plastic darts lie in wait for those who wish to try their luck to pop five balloons in a row, though the observant will notice there are only four darts per cup. The sides are lined with prizes ranging from sticky fingers, slide whistles, and bouncy balls to an assortment of blow-up weapons such swords, hammers, maces, and frying pans.

Another quintessential carnival game is ring toss, set up in an extra large stall with three open sides for groups to play together if they wish. The bottles are all uniform in size, shape, and their clear color, but if you get a good look at a few, some appear to have items floating inside of them, suspended in glowing liquid. Above, massive stuffed animals hang from every possible section of the ceiling. None of them look quite right, though, such as the smiling bear with an extra row of teeth or the goose with two heads at the end of one floppy neck. The dog is pretty cute, but it's missing an arm and a leg in a way that appears intentional, and that cat has its eyes sewn shut.


Of course, no fair would be complete without food. There are plenty of stalls ready to serve, much like the restaurants in the city, where residents are welcome to swing by for some greasy grub. Corn dogs, fries, funnel cake, pizza, shaved ice, and fried junk food are all easy to find around the carnival. Spread amongst the stalls are popcorn machines playing cheerful music, carts with towering racks of bagged cotton candy, and poles planted in the ground with rainbow lollipops and candied apples sprouting from them. In one corner of the fair where the biggest concentration of food stalls can be found, there is an area of tables with umbrellas for anyone to sit and eat. Food at the fair adheres to it's own unique reset cycle and can be found replenished every evening at 6:00PM just in time for opening.



Despite the potential for danger from the shooting gallery and balloon dart games, both are designed to be as harmless as possible—the bullets are rubber, and the darts are made of plastic. While they will still leave a bruise, there shouldn't be risk of blood loss. The shooting gallery guns are chained in place, unable to be stolen. Removing the darts from their stall will result in thiefs walking in a tight circle that always brings them back in hopes the darts will be restored to their rightful place.

Though the food and games are free, the prizes are not—anyone who attempts to steal prizes without winning the games first will find themselves misplacing their items before leaving the carnival. If residents become aware of this phenomenon and try extra hard to focus on not losing their stolen prize, it will nevertheless slip from their hands and be lost—though a keen eye might see it back in its rightful place at the game stall. If you have the right temperament, this could become a game in and of itself!

Additionally, if there are any fair games or foods that have not been explicitly mentioned above, players are welcome to assume they can be found. Nothing as extravagant as a theme park or amusement park will be present as all of the stalls are designed to be mobile—this is a traveling carnival, after all. Similarly, players are welcome to design their own brand of unsettling game prizes as long as none of them can be used as an actual weapon or to otherwise harm fellow fair-goers.

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

This month's event headers come from "Midsummer" by Louise Gluck.

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cashewlater: (04)

[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-09-24 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm, it isn't in mine, either.

[ no theme parks in teyvat.. :c unless you count the veluriyam mirage, but i'm pretty sure there's no zipper there. anyway, the line is moving quickly, at least, they'll be aboard the metal death trap Soon. ]

I'm Cyno. Want a plushie?

[ he has a bag full.. ]
localweirdo: (pic#15964681)

[personal profile] localweirdo 2023-09-24 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
A plushie?

[She raised an eyebrow or two at him.]

I'm afraid I don't know what that is but I'm willing to give this plushie a try! For I, Hu Tao, am willing to try whatever this new world has to offer!
wreatharrow: (ꕥ 57)

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-09-24 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Having six legs makes it cute?

[ Please explain this one to him, Cyno. Tighnari rolls his eyes, but seems to follow after the man all the same. ]
perfectdevil: (54)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-09-24 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't particularly satisfy him, but Lestat will take this level of participation from Louis over none at all. If he's honest with himself there is no way he could have imagined Louis climbing atop this wall anyway.

Lestat also has a tendency to be somewhat competitive, and since he's been withholding his mounting energy while trying to goad Louis into even so much as stepping foot into the park with him, he's finally got an excuse in this sudden climb to use some of that energy to his advantage and keep a close tail on this entertaining stranger. The turn to check his progress has Lestat easily speeding up, but still remaining all but a nose-breadth away from overtaking, to the point that he wonders, perhaps, if he should let his human guise fall and utilise more of his preternatural gifts in order to take the lead. ]


I certainly do..!

[ He wishes he could see Louis' face now, particularly when he does just as he had planned to, and increases his speed to a far beyond human pace and overtakes their new friend. ]
playing_human: (then the saint turned out so evil)

[personal profile] playing_human 2023-09-24 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
What else is life for?

[He reaches out a hand to assist her onto a carriage.]
willtheunwise: (pic#16705824)

[personal profile] willtheunwise 2023-09-24 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How much of that guarding has been put there by outside sources and how much is done unconsciously following kicking the entity out of his mind and to try and keep the hivemind from using the connection to spy on him too Will couldn’t say even if asked and he wouldn’t know how to let it go if he tried but he certainly doesn’t feel Armand trying to snoop on his thoughts, which is probably for the best. ]

Oh, that’s not that long then. I’ve been here a few months now. It’s still a mystery though.

[ He has to try very hard not to act like some kind of Victorian maiden about the sudden contact, or nostalgic for a time when his friends (Mike) would hold his hand and it wasn’t weird or awkward and it didn’t matter what other people might think before it was ripped away by puberty and caring what other people might think and -

God he hopes his hand isn’t clammy. If he’d expected it he might have wiped it on his jeans before Armand had the chance, the coolness of his rings is nice against the warmth of Wills skin, just a little warmer than a regular human, like he’s running a permanent fever.

It’s not helped by Armands bright smile which makes his face feel warmer too. ]


I’ll do my best, I’m Will.

[ He looks away, up at the lights and thinks on it for a moment. The music is a little discordant but it doesn’t seem harmful… ]

Want to walk around and see what there is? The rides look interesting.
Edited (bracket fail) 2023-09-24 21:31 (UTC)
apshot: (10)

goldfish

[personal profile] apshot 2023-09-24 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Why am I not fucking surprised...

[ Of all of the games that someone could be playing, Todoroki would pick the fishing game. It's just... They don't really look like fish at all. So what's the point in catching one if you're not going to want to take it home?

Then again, the entire carnival has some freaky vibes so. Maybe it is a good thing there aren't any real fish in the tank. ]
anthropophagite: Mine (Normal - surprised shock scared 12)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2023-09-24 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't particularly need any of those things, though. I wouldn't know what to do with them.

[ kaneki is not a stuffed animal kind of guy. To be fair, he isn't the kind of guy to have a lot of trinkets (yet) because he used to be... well, kind of poor. Mostly, he only had books and that's it.]

Do you want them for yourself?
rescinded_vow: (pic#16636527)

[personal profile] rescinded_vow 2023-09-24 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'Just one photograph' the request hangs around his neck like a millstone and Armand looks from Louis, to Lestat once more before blowing out a quiet sigh and pointedly ignoring them both in favour of moving to the rail to silently browse.
It must seem as if he caves remarkably easy to their request, but Armand is tied up in knots, still on the fence as to whether he should just run as fast as he can and forget the whole business, but he also knows a losing battle when he sees one. It would be animosity simply for the sake of it, simply because of how viciously he feels the weight of being their 'third wheel'.

Discomfort weighs him down, but he's spent a life time steeped in it - what is an hour or so more - if only to please Louis and perhaps, to see something other than antagonism cross Lestat's face..

His hand hovers, eyes flitting from one thing to the next as he seeks something, anything that would suit in his size. 'Your colour is blue' echoes like a funerary knell in his head - if, even now, it is still so often something he reaches for - followed closely by, 'It is all of it, Vanity' and his hand snatches away from fine embroidery and lace, to trail a black velvet sleeve. Armand's vision swims and it feels sacrilegious to see his own ringed hand grip something so familiar, so innately wrong, forbidden and it's rejected in turn.

So then what?

He steps closer to the booth Louis still occupies and here the crowd is quieter, distant. How would he have met them, given the opportunity? How would he have dressed then, as he does now, with no heavy expectation, no tenants to uphold, merely his own idle whims and curious fascination. Armand takes a breath and then he reaches for things as if he were in any mall or tailors he's been in this past decade.

The flounce of a fine linen shirt first, fine silk breeches, light, burnished but handsomely embroidered up the seam of the thigh. White, fine weave woollen hose, the glossy court shoe with it's bright buckle and charming ribbon. The waist coat, velvet, soft brown like his eyes and heavy with gold detail, the cut long in the style of the age. Finally the frock coat, silk brocade, dark gold and heavy, a riot of detailed embroidery - his beloved flowers picked out with subtle texture and colours, crowding the boarder of the garment from collar to hem. ]


These.

[ Armand drags them from their hangers and folded places, and disappears behind the dressing screen without looking at either Louis or Lestat to change. ]
cashewlater: (94)

[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-09-24 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Did I say that? It's cute despite having six legs. Besides, that's two extra paws, and everyone knows the paws are one of the cutest parts.

[ the beans, nari?? you're such a wet blanket. cyno approaches the booth and scans the area, where several balloons line the wall ahead of them, and handfuls of darts sit in bundles on the counter. easy enough to understand. ]
whatsamada: (Expensive Mistakes)

Me either so we'll just wing it!!

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-09-24 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wasn't the point to be aggressive? To bump into as many people as you can before the timer ran out? Either way, the more that he listened, the more he raised an eyebrow or two at him. He knew it was a right of passage for people to drive but he always found it questionable about the amount of accidents he hears about.

Now, did any of Reno say actually apply to real life driving? Of course not but he couldn't help but think about it....]


I guess so, I don't think I have much of a choice.

[That said, don't mind him getting into his car and just lightly bumping into Reno.]
deathoftheauthor: (/47)

[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-09-24 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis isn't sure just what to make of Armand's reaction, and he feels a momentary flutter of concern that he's made a mistake, that this might bring up troubled memories — and of course it would, how couldn't it, Louis had nearly felt a lump in his throat seeing Lestat in such familiar fashions — but before he can say anything and most likely make it worse, Armand is vanishing behind the screen with clothes in hand.

Silently, he looks to Lestat for reassurance, setting a hand lightly against his forearm. Louis is skilled at reading Lestat's emotions, at least, even if interpreting the reasons for them isn't always so simple. Did we do the right thing?
)
justscribing: (❖ 06)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-09-24 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
If it's an experiment, their hypothesis is broad. But testing the evolution of human nature would require substantial resources for even general observation.

[Of course, there's still nothing definitive to prove what it is or isn't. But he's seen enough other people coming to similar conclusions, knowing similar circumstances: if there is another explanation, it's so terribly opaque that even Alhaitham is struggling to come up with a real alternative.]
perfectdevil: (Default)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-09-24 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat watches Armand meander through the rail, items brushing his outstretched hands and his expression an unreadable twist of some feeling even Lestat can't quite name. He is so far now from that hopeless little ghost he'd been in the catacombs, and further still from the great Master Vampire of the Theatre; he's more childish like this than Lestat has ever seen him, and yet somehow still carrying his unmistakeable age with him alongside something new, the clear product of a life lived entirely in the present.

Memory can be such a torture to creatures like they are, who can barely forget a moment of their unnatural lives, much less the feelings that have tortured them throughout, and Lestat knows that Armand faces this struggle even more than most. Because of this, the outfit he picks out is a surprise yet suits him completely, to the point that Lestat is certain that given the opportunity he might have picked something similar.

When he retreats, Lestat is brought back to himself by Louis' hand on his arm. That look on his face, those eyes so full of concern and a readiness to share in Armand's sadness, questioning and hopeful despite everything. Lestat smiles at him, just a little. The fact that Armand chose something at all, means there's something to this. If it truly would have made him too unhappy for words, he would have ignored their pleas and left. Lestat is certain this won't take a turn for the worst.

But then he'd thought that of their reunion in the supermarket, too. ]
laserguy: (DP: visor)

no worries!

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-09-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Hard to rely on mail services these days.

[Scott agrees, a light smile forming on him as he glances at Reno, before looking forward once more.] Yeah? Hopefully I can keep up. Kind of planned on a pity party when no one showed.
deathoftheauthor: (/36)

[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-09-24 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis rolls one shoulder in a graceful shrug, only a little disappointed when they both manage to resist kissing each other senseless. )

Don't laugh, please.

( It's more of a buffer than an actual request, an acknowledgement that what Louis is about to admit is indeed ridiculous. Anyway, he doesn't expect Lestat to tease him too seriously... Probably. Not any more than he deserves. Louis does brace for that bright, sharp grin, though, and his first two fingers twine slowly around a golden curl almost as if he needs something to fidget with, or perhaps just for the sake of touching him. )

You have the honor of being my first. ( As Lestat has been for Louis in too many other ways to count. ) I suppose that makes me what they call a "late bloomer"?

( Now Lestat can laugh. )
hardestbattle: (Beauty)

[personal profile] hardestbattle 2023-09-24 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He seemed like it to her. But Senua is also the paranoid sort, it's not that she doesn't want to trust him. But that she finds it hard to do. More so when he's a strange man.]

No, not really.

[She has since kind of come to terms with weird things just appearing out of nowhere around the city. That doesn't make it any less strange! Or curious, but that wasn't the meaning behind her focusing on the items.]

I was more curious about what they are, exactly.
xiyu: (pic#16680409)

i. roller coaster???

[personal profile] xiyu 2023-09-24 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it hadn't been dan heng's intention to be involved in festivies, per se. crowds mean people; people mean trouble. dan heng hasn't travelled the universe for as long as he had without learning a few things about trouble - that the quality of dan heng's existence brings the sort of misfortune to others that one ought only to see once in a single lifetime. but dan heng's shadow is not here, not yet, not where he can see. and so it follows that with the lights of the carnival in place and nothing else to do, dan heng takes a gamble and arrives to observe.

observing: apparently nowadays, it's appropriate to observe with your hands, because dan heng's sitting in a single car of a long roller coaster parked on the platform. before him, the endless loop of a daring track. above him, the plastered promise: tallest rollercoaster in the country! and beneath him, the tacky, painted cars of something meant to resemble what dan heng can very generously describe as a half-melting caterpillar. perhaps it is meant to depict one half in its cocoon melting into a butterfly. that would explain the slightly crooked smile on the tip of its anthropomorphised nose. it follows that while waiting for the train to decide to take off, dan heng suddenly find himself with company.

the young man cants his head to the side. he studies his company. dan heng, after a long moment of silence, hazards:
]

... excuse me. I would like to point out that there are other cars.

[ because there are definitely seven other cars, and there fearne is squeezing right next to him in the only occupied one. ]
deathoftheauthor: (/49)

[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-09-24 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Lestat!

( It's a familiar warning, a worried call that pitches upward toward the end in something reminiscent of a yelp. It's a sound that only ever encourages Lestat, and Louis should really have learned better after two centuries — but old habits die hard, and some immortal habits, it seems, never really die at all.

But of course the thing Louis is trying to warn him about, not revealing his preternatural gifts, is exactly what Louis can't just say aloud. And so he huffs uselessly from below, watching the two of them scale the structure, feeling his vampiric blood pressure rise.
)

Are you certain three isn't a crowd?

( Don't mind Louis, please — he doesn't attend many parties. )
justscribing: (❖ 56)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-09-24 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
So it is an apt description. [Gelatin beans... isn't that a bit of a small shape for jelly to be molded into, though?] I haven't tried much in the way of sweets here. What I have has tasted less like a proper dessert and more like a more easily swallowed form of sugar.
laserguy: (DP: hey kurt)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-09-24 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amazingly, the ring lands squarely on his head, giving the mutant a fashionable new hat. Oh, he could've moved out of the way, but Scott figures that he deserved this much. So, he lets the object remain on top of him as he looks from Don's slightly irritated posture to the game that she technically just lost.

You know, because the ring is on him instead of the bottle.]


I apologize. [He says, holding one hand up in acquiesce, but at the same time, he doesn't look too sorry. Maybe it's the visor.] You are playing against a rigged game, the point of these things is to lose.

[Scott tilts his head slightly so the ring slides off him, but he grabs it and holds it out for Don to take with a small smile.] Luckily, you can keep trying.
xiyu: (pic#16680415)

sort of a weird combo of a & b??

[personal profile] xiyu 2023-09-24 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there had been a species of tree that dan heng has not seen often in his travels. they grow in abundance here in the city's parks and along the rough edges of barely-wilderness that lines the ponds and the small creeks leading to the forest of statues. dan heng has not yet ventured so far. it takes time to document phenomena. you had to go slow. the vidyadhara have always thought of time as a stream upon which dotted rafts allow the currents to carry them as they please. it bears noting that the perspective comes from a race of people for whom water is something to be controlled with a flick of their fingers, and time is a footnote that etches their existence into the permanence of the universe. you didn't mourn something that you had in your hand. you couldn't find grief over its passing when it overflows. but dan heng, slowly running his hand over the flat-edged pages of his journal looks to the city and thinks - this is a city of short-lived species. dawn and dusk comes at a loss.

the carnival is much like it. it had appeared overnight one day, and merely settled to stay, like a roost of migratory birds. out of an abundance of caution, dan heng had skirted its edges the first few days. the lights and the noise did not abate; the flames and the water did not apparate. it's on the third day that he and his notebook take him in amongst the wooden forest of structures and its hung lights, the bare rumble of machinery and the flutter of feet on high. dan heng follows little-known alleyway trails, and lets his pen take him. the number of stalls, the number of rides, the names that they are called and the number of people who enter and exit. dawn and dusk and time. it wasn't information that readily had a purpose, but you didn't collate things because you knew their purpose. you did it so that their purpose can eventually be found.

it's on one of those evenings that, journal in hand, he sees another young man with a notebook in his. there's something guildenstern and rosenkrantz about it. on the edge of the spinning teacups, dan heng looks up from his pages, and allows the curve of his eyebrow to indicate that like recognises like. a gentle evening breeze picks up. his pen spins across his knuckles.

dan heng says, to break the silence:
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Of the seventeen teacups in circulation, I believe the one on the south-western end does not spin. [ a small shrug of his shoulders, as neat as a stitch: ] The mechanism is cracked.
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park

[personal profile] apshot 2023-09-24 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rather than all of the excitement of the carnival or whatever it is, Bakugou much prefers nature. Hiking and mountain climbing happen to be some of his favorite extra curricular activities outside of his own training. Little surprise that he's wandering around this section, though entirely wary. He doesn't like the little shadows appearing from this way and that - there and then gone the moment anyone draws attention to it.

Which is why he's not really moving to go beyond the park and venture further. It would be pretty dumb, given what this place has done in the last months. Who knows what could be waiting for him in there.

That's why Scott is able to get his attention, even if Bakugou looks somewhat irritable. And how could he not with how his Quirk has been malfunctioning? ]


A little suspicious to just be sitting around all alone, don't you think?
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[personal profile] rescinded_vow 2023-09-24 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's mechanical, how he undresses and begins assembling the outfit. It feels strange to be wearing modern underwear in the place of loose braies or at the very least a shift, but he ties his garters and tucks in his shirt and slips on the shoes like it hasn't been several hundred since the last time he did so. The breeches are tight, the cut emphasising his thighs, the waistcoat making his torso look long and narrow. He slips the buttons, tugs at the lace cuffs and ties the silk at his throat with only a moments pause to recall the particular fashion.

It's only when he's pulling on the coat that he finally looks at the mirror and Armand can't help but stare at himself. Never had he been allowed this level of Vanity, not during this era - such a wasted age - so he's never seen himself like this. In Venice yes, dressed in the best of everything, the little prince in his fine blue doublet and hose, but never this Parisian flair, never once. He swallows, nervous, wide eyed, settles the coat into place and tugs his cuffs, his shirt, then stares some more. The flowers have him enchanted, the way the colours bring out the copper in his hair, the gold making his eyes less dark..

Lost for only a moment, before Armand shakes his head, hair settling in waves about his shoulders - lacking any ribbon to hold it back - and steps out to be assessed by his fellows. It's a daunting feeling, but perhaps now he is less an urchin, less the little prince and more the master vampire he should have been, that first meeting with Lestat so many years ago. With that in mind, his movements are smooth, comfortable, the outfit sitting easily on his frame as he looks from one to the other, head tilted in question. ]


..Well then, shall we?
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darts

[personal profile] apshot 2023-09-24 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If the game wants to cheat, then Bakugou is going to play right along with it. Though no one is really going to know from a glance. To anyone looking at him from the outside? He's just playing with the tip of the dart. Rolling it across the palm of his hand as if he is engaging in some sort of ritual.

But then he throws it at a balloon. Oh he never misses. Not a single time.

Yet Bakugou aims for balloons that are surrounded by other colorful balloons. And he manages to get a couple to pop with each throw. Someone is using their Quirk to their advantage. ]