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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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astraphilia: (could barely tear my eyes away)

[personal profile] astraphilia 2023-10-06 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
I know exactly what my mouth is doin', I don't need to watch it. [ Reno just grins at the firework show. he's hard to intimidate, even with something like exploding palms—if he cowered at a little fire, he'd be pretty damn terrible at his job.

he does, however, watch the process with some fascination. there doesn't really seem to be any kind of ignition device involved, which is interesting—is this all just sweat and body heat and, what, friction? to what extent this is magic and to what extent it's science is still a little unclear. ]


Okay, sure. [ somewhat nonplussed, Reno lifts an eyebrow. ] And I come from a place where we suck the life outta the planet to power our buildings and sometimes summon mythical beasts to fight wars with us. I bet all that sounds pretty fuckin' weird to you too. It ain't personal.

[ temper as explosive as his sweat glands, sheesh! Reno nods at the explanation, then makes a thoughtful well, that makes sense kind of face—he supposes you wouldn't really need to build the explosives if you could make it happen that quickly. ]

Nice. That's a smart way to do it. You build the gauntlets yourself too?
astraphilia: (and some would scream;)

[personal profile] astraphilia 2023-10-06 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ restless type is a good word for Reno. as a general rule of thumb, if Reno is sitting still, something is already going wrong. ]

Oh, yeah. I like my enemies way better when I can actually do somethin' about 'em. [ besides, as best Reno could tell the pool monster didn't have a mouth it wanted to use to remind him of every unforgiveable sin he's ever committed in his lifetime, unlike the mall hallucinations. a real treat, those.

his eyebrows lift a little at the mention of nightmares. Reno rarely admits to this kind of thing, but if Scott brought it up first... ]
...Kindred spirit, huh. Yeah, it was bad for a while after.

[ still is bad, if he's honest, but at least it's the same kind of bad he's used to. ]

Have you checked out the fun fair yet?
killed: (pic♯15756251)

[personal profile] killed 2023-10-06 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ STOP SHE STARTED IT!!! ]

Now, now... If we were in a normal situation I'd agree, but we're all stuck in the same mess here, and we have a few more people inclined to play hero, so there's no escaping it.
luminously: florescens (pic#16758285)

[personal profile] luminously 2023-10-06 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
( For a moment, she can't help but wonder why she had seemed distracted -- but, she speaks and Zelda chooses to focus on her words instead. )

I see. Have you attempted to do this yourself here, then?

( Zelda eyes one of the darts then, picking up carefully with two fingers. )

Am I to understand that the point of this game is to pop those balloons...?
justscribing: (❖ 71)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-10-06 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He narrows his eyes in contemplation. Alhaitham actually has very little experience with Cyno's use of the spirit. He'd held back on it during their fight, and the average person without a vision won't hold near enough power to handle the General Mahamatra alone, let alone with Hermanubis' enhancement.]

Was overexertion with Hermanubis possible before? [Or is this new?]
roofwalker: (15)

[personal profile] roofwalker 2023-10-06 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
( his smile fades, but part of it lingers on his expression in the same way warmth can persist even after a fire has died down into guttering embers; there’s a gentleness around his eyes and the faintest of an upturn at his mouth that attests to as much. considering the life he has led, he likely should be so mistrustful as others that tsuruno has dealt with, but he isn’t. it’s not that he couldn’t have been, but for asato it depends strongly on his first impression to someone upon their meeting. tsuruno, to him, is a good and vivid person; he thinks that konoe would like her. but there are others out there like rai, who would speak harshly and dismissively to him, who would look down on him without even knowing him. in all honesty, he would have gladly killed the other cat for how much he disliked him, but konoe had forbade it, and so he had abided him.

he nods, his tail flicking with a playful energy. )


Yeah, we can go now. Mm… Maybe we can try to find some breakfast, too? ( he’s never seen any pillows or blankets in the convenience stores he was shown, or in the restaurants, so he has to assume they would have to go to two separate places for something like this. )
roofwalker: (32)

[personal profile] roofwalker 2023-10-06 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
( yes, it is very much that ribika like asato refer to one another as “cats” rather than “people” or any other similar term (given there are no cats as many others might think of them in sisa), but tsurumaru is welcome to believe whatever he wants in order to find it humorous. asato likes making people laugh. it’s a rare thing where he comes from, a world so dire and desperate that the joy necessary to do so is just as endangered a species as the ribika are. but the bright sound of his companion’s mirth is contagious, and asato can’t help but smile slightly, even if he doesn’t entirely get what’s so funny about it. )

Mm… If I find a costume, I can show you.

( probably not as funny or cute as if an actual cat did it, but… well, maybe they could track down kaijin…

they come to wait at the foot of the ferris wheel, and as the machine ponderously turns so that another cab approaches them, asato listens. the picture that tsurumaru paints is a beautiful one; he can barely imagine a world full of so much vivacity that they would celebrate so many things. he wonders if sisa was such a place once, before the Sickness and before the Void, where there were many more holidays and festivals to celebrate the wonder and beauty of their world before it had started to reject them.

he looks to tsurumaru with particular interest at the second to last one he mentions, deep blue eyes sparking. )
Oh! I like the idea of that one. ( he has always liked flowers. as for “horses”… he has no idea what that means, but they must be impressive if they could do tricks. )

It must be a nice place, to celebrate so much.

( he starts a little bit at the casual way his companion reaches out to take his wrist, but he follows him with ease onto the cab, crossing over to the far side and looking around with wide eyes as its path slowly took them across the platform below and began to lift them up into the air. his eyes are wide, his tail flicking back and forth—a little nervous, but excited as well. )

Wh…! It’s a little scary, how I can feel it moving under my feet, but… ( after the door has closed, he inches closer to the wall of windows closest to the platform where they lift away from. ) Wow… we aren’t even that far up, and it already looks so small. ( by the time they get up to the top of the ferris wheel, it will probably seem tiny. )
roofwalker: (23)

[personal profile] roofwalker 2023-10-06 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
( the path to any animal’s heart is through their stomach by way of food willingly given, and though asato is perhaps only part cat (give or take some convoluted creation mythology the ribika have about themselves), it’s certainly enough to make this the case for him. he has trouble believing anyone who would feed him would also want to hurt him. even though bardo had acted bizarrely, teased him, and confused the hell out of him, he still trusted konoe around him far more than he ever would rai, and a large part of his reasoning is because, well. the innkeeper had cooked food for them. and even though he had forced asato to eat more fruits and nuts than he had wanted (he’s far more preferential to playing into being a carnivore), he had given him the benefit of the doubt because it was all so delicious.

he studies what rokurou produces from the bag with rapt attention. the rice balls and mochi look pretty much like the same thing to him—mysterious pale lumps wrapped in plastic. fortunately he’s already been shown how often food is wrapped in this sort of thing in order to keep them from going bad and were not part of the food (he had once tried to eat part of the bag some chips had come in, and he’d been embarrassed when that had elicited laughter, chiding, and warning in due measure). the sandwiches, he mostly understands, and he guesses at what the juice boxes might contain based on the bright colors and pictures on them (since he can’t read the words accompanying them).

asato glances nervously at rokruou, feeling like the responsibility to pick first from the food might be too big for someone who doesn’t know what half of it is. his reasoning is also interesting to him. they come from very different clans. )
Your clan… They like visitors? ( trespasser is the word he’s far more accustomed to. asato had spent many years of his life killing cats desperate or foolish enough to stray within the borders of kiran territory. he had never thought much of it—not until konoe. a stranger with bright, wild, beautiful eyes. after a pause, he reaches out and hesitantly selects one of the sandwiches and the juice boxes (at random, not really paying attention to what the fillings or flavors are). he appears stumped by the others. )

What… What’s the difference between these?

( he points between the rice balls and mochi. if they were unpackaged, he would certainly smell the difference, but in the packaging, it’s a little mystifying to him.

the question is an odd one. it earns him an odd look from asato, though not necessarily an unwelcome one. )
Um… I’ve found food, places to sleep… No one has attacked me here. ( the tip of his tail twitches back and forth where he sits in the grass. ) The people I’ve met here… They are kind and helpful. Most of them.

There’s things I don’t like about it here. But… in those ways, this place is better than where I was before.
perfectdevil: (35)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-10-06 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ For the briefest of moments Lestat dares to let himself be disappointed and to miss that intense look in Louis’ eyes, the ever so slight upwards tilt of his chin, so slight Lestat has to wonder if Louis was even aware of it. But it’s soothed almost straight away by that bashful look while yet he still holds to his arm as if it were the only place he could truly belong. How delightfully maddening it is to find more sides to Louis even after all this time, to be able to be driven wild with the idea of pulling his layers apart like the petals of a flower, and to inevitably find just as much joy in those moods as all his others…

He lifts his hand to the one Louis has around his arm and links their fingers - Louis seems unpeturbed by this ever so small public display of affection, and so Lestat can’t resist testing how far it might go. Then he pulls Louis closer, their steps falling in time, and traces a thumb over his new ring as he talks. ]


I think it’s more to do with your passion for punishment, and my romantic refusal to let a good thing die.

[ If he had an arm free he’d feign a dramatic swoon, but as he doesn’t he simply looks at Louis out of the corner of his eye, a smile curling his lip that makes his silent reply all to clear: olive branch accepted, with gratitude and relief. ]
immortalpoet: (maroon)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-10-06 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. You have to.

[Corporations are like gods, where he comes from. He doesn't even blame anyone who throws their lot in with them, as distasteful as the idea is.]

[The man looks back at him. He lets his gaze move to the side, as if embarrassed, caught red-eyed and red-handed.]


No. I appreciate it. I don't...regret asking. [Again, the warring impulse - he wants to pull him close, reassure him. Be there for him. It feels like a maddening itch under the skin.] I just...I-I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

[He hasn't even done anything. He's worried about what he might do.]
bemist: (You better run and hide)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-10-06 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I told you before, right? That I died and woke up inside a machine? To fulfill a dream, a goal, to rid humanity of their "sickness of the mind", me and and a majority of the Librarians were revived as those machines and had our memories suppressed to be put through a... "script".

We had to be made unstable. We had to break, go through meltdowns, and get through them. All for the sake of the project succeeding.

Not that we knew it at the time. It was a different kind of hell for all of us.
laserguy: (DP: totally a bottom)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-10-06 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a pretty big change from being a funeral director.

[A little surprising, honestly, mostly just to hear someone jumping from funeral services to singing or poetry, but it's nice still. Go chase your dreams.]

I don't see why not, you should at least give it a try. [Scott glances at the love tunnel once more.] How about we venture in there and if I don't meet a terrible end, you can start writing some poetry.
laserguy: (DP: :|)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-10-06 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scott doesn't confirm the other man's comment, but he also doesn't argue against him. That probably speaks for itself, and honestly, he's fine letting that happen. Maybe letting just some of his anger about the situation be apparent is fine.]

A lot. Between telepaths and mutants that can control the weather or anything magnetic, we're entirely capable of causing mass destruction.

[He admits, without hesitation on that part either.] Although, humans have created nukes and sentinels specifically programmed to kill us-- in the past, at least, so I wouldn't call them defenseless either.

[...] You can imagine that I really don't want to deal with a fallout between us.
icanfixer: (21)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-10-06 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Right! And we shall dismantle it to ensure fairness!

[ if it isn't rigged then it's fine and innocent but if it is rigged they'll find evidence that'll justify their actions. ]
laserguy: (DP: visor)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-10-06 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It's uncommon.

[Some mutants can fully blend in normal society, others can't. He hovers somewhere in the middle. Wearing red sunglasses indoor sometimes garners him a few stares, but it's not like his face isn't plastered across the news on a weekly basis anyway.

At Molly's remark, Scott finds himself chuckling just lightly.]


I know that I'm missing on some of the elements of your whole outfit by only seeing things in red. Sorry about that.
perfectdevil: (22)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-10-06 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat can count the amount of times he's seen someone flirt with Louis on one hand - which has more to do with Louis' reluctance to play the human game when they were younger vampires than anything else, but that's a story for another day - and every time he's witnessed it he experiences this same kind of stupid glee in the face of it. Louis is so easy to fluster and has a firey little temper to him sometimes, he knows this all too well, so it's lovely to see his pink cheeks warring with his desire to stay the epitome of a pleasant gentleman.

When Lestat settles his stance - hip cocked, thumb through his belt loop, crossing one leg over the other at the ankle - he lingers rather closer to Louis than a normal situation might require, apparently intent on making sure the line of their arms are touching. ]


Be as bold as you like, monsieur, and don't feel the need to restrain it.

As for what we're doing out here, Louis and I are something like night owls, so when I heard about this new park I suggested we take a walk. I thought we might find some interesting nightlife. [ A tilt of his head to the other side, blonde curls tumbling across his shoulder. ] And I'm very pleased to be proved right.
fussiest: (pic#16494296)

[personal profile] fussiest 2023-10-06 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wait!!! ]

Wait, no, Cyno! Whatever it is, I'll be glad to have it!
fanstheflames: (The thing that makes me hotter)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-10-06 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Got it!

I'm fine with that.

[ NO HESITATION. ]
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-10-06 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
You must be worse behaved than me.

[ now it's heine making fun of someone, the someone in question being midnight. at least it's gentle teasing, assuming it's even perceptible as teasing under the flatness of heine's affect.

for someone who self-describes as a feral animal heine is actually not that badly behaved, all things considered. maybe he should change this and see whether it starts to earn him kaveh lectures too! (or maybe not.) he rubs idly at his knee, now healed, then his shoulder, barely sore still. ]


Make you a deal. [ they're codifying it now. ] I won't tell Kaveh if you don't tell Nails.

[ yes heine is aware there's a real chance midnight has never met badou but that's beside the point. ]
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-10-06 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Not yet.

[ go on alhaitham....... open it........... ]
laserguy: (DP: magneto why)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-10-06 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
At least you get a little satisfaction seeing your enemy defeated.

[The only thing that hallucinations leave is regret and a sense of hopelessness, so even when you win, you still manage to lose. That's how it feels most of the time. Maybe he wouldn't be thinking so negatively if he didn't just lose people close to him, but that's how it is.]

Only people that would say they're worse are people that haven't dealt with those things before.

[But moving on to the definitely more fun topic...]

I haven't yet, did you? [Dryly] Was it very fun?
Edited 2023-10-06 18:57 (UTC)
kampfgeist: (skeptical | on god?)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-10-06 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ aren't we all aliens to somebody..... #deep thoughts heine would never have himself.

the name of the dimension makes heine's eyebrows go straight up, though. ]
You're telling me an alien race called the Sugars just coincidentally ended up in a dimension named the Candy Jar?

[ ISN'T THAT A LITTLE ON THE NOSE. heine is distracted from further protesting by the way welt projects an image somehow directly into the cup of his palm, the first time heine has ever seen someone do that. mystery after mystery, welt yang. he leans forward. a little to get a better look at it, looks up at welt, and then visibly decides to hold his questions for the end. ]

Looks cute.
justscribing: (❖ 19)

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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-10-06 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not yet, he says. Alhaitham looks sidelong at Heine in silent question before he turns back to the durian. It rests carefully in one hand as he lines the knife and cuts a long line down the skin.]
justscribing: (❖ 33)

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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-10-06 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[The smell is immediate, dense, and utterly repugnant.]

Ugh--[Alhaitham turns his face away with a retching in his throat, pressing his face into the cape draped over his shoulder as he holds the durian as far away as possible.]

Heine. What is that.
kampfgeist: (sigh | fully exasperated)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-10-06 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably means the weight of our own bodies are about to hold us up against these things.

[ centrifugal force would probably be the better word for it, but sadly for a kid who grew up in a laboratory heine doesn't know all that much about science...

he does, however, know that he is not especially enjoying this gravi-ator experience! ]