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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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perfectdevil: (12)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-10-12 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat picks his up at the same time, equally surprised by the weight or lack of it, but not quite as surprised as he is to hear that from Louis. He's been stubborn, yes, proud even now and again.. but this competitiveness and a desire to win so that he could treat him to something, in honour of their date, is so wildly fascinating and ridiculously romantic that for a moment Lestat is caught off guard-- enough that the smile on his face is of genuine happy surprise, his heart beating its wings desperately against his ribs as he looks at Louis with the eyes of a man positively sick with love.

It doesn't last all that long, however, because Lestat is just as much a competitive creature. ]


Not if I win you one first, my love. You'll have your work cut out for you.

[ He lines up his own shot, eyes trained on the larger numbers with focused attentiveness until one approaches his firing line, and he shoots-- landing easily within the boundaries of a target marked 50. ]
abit_ofboth: (gag)

[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-10-12 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly” he replies with flourish, his hands waving slightly as he grins. “This is a game of skill, but no one has said what skill or if it’s only one skill. There are many ways to affect a game such as this.” Loki may not be at full power with his magic, but he certainly has enough to cheat at this game. That is if he doesn’t just take what he wants.

He’s quite used to simply taking what he wants.

“Tell me, is there a specific prize you wish? And would you prefer I cheat to win, or simply take it? I am interested in seeing the results of both.” Apparently this is Loki’s way of the old winning a prize for your date thing.
abit_ofboth: (Contemplative)

My turn to apologize!

[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-10-12 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki frowns slightly when not-Marc answers anyway. He hadn’t expected that. Then again, he isn’t really sure what he had expected. It has been quite a long time since Loki has come across a legitimate set of identical twins and if not for the hair, and honestly how this man is acting, Loki might not have been able to tell the difference.

There’s a moment where he recalls having a conversation with Marc about shaving his hair and he almost giggles, but only almost.

He manages to quell that urge and instead places a hand on the man’s shoulder. Part of him wants to leave the man to his queasiness and maybe check out another ride, but he’s starting to think of Marc as a friend and he owes the man for wanting to help him figure out his magic, so he feels like maybe leaving his doppelgänger to his own devices isn’t the nicest thing to do.

“Come and sit,” Loki says as Steven grips his shirt and leads him to a nearby bench. “Would you like some of my popcorn? I find sometimes salty foods calm my stomach when I’m in such a state.” Not that Loki is often in such a state, and when he has been, rarely there is much food around, but it is something that helped him when he was a child.
aceslow: (28)

[personal profile] aceslow 2023-10-13 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
That feeling may not go away. I don't know that it has for me yet, and I've been living there for a number of months, [ Kim admits, though he seems unbothered in the moment, shoulders relaxed, hands slipped into the pockets of his bright orange bomber jacket. For what it's worth, he doesn't seem to be lying; on this sunny day, he's making the deliberate choice to enjoy a moment's peace. ]

I wouldn't say no to another song. But first, perhaps, your name? [ He holds out a gloved hand for Dorian to shake. ] Mine is Kim Kitsuragi. It's nice to meet you.
apshot: (275)

[personal profile] apshot 2023-10-13 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are days where he would like to shake this guy next to him. Like legit. Yet here Katsuki is. Catering to this asshole's whims.

His hand is still, steady. Without biting at Todoroki at this point. He waits... And one of the fish that Todoroki had pointed out seems to rest over Bakugou's net. And just like that! Katsuki strikes, bringing the net up decisively.

Aaaaand there's at least one fish! rng is good to him ]
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-10-13 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Erase my memory somehow. But I rather think that some things aren't just memory alone, you know.

[ Midnight continues to look at Vergilius, analyzing the tiny flux of outward emotion he chooses to show. He sometimes misses these things. He's resolved to try to miss them less. ]

Where I'm from... The Sarkaz — my kin, you know — believe that blood carries memory. The anger, the injustices, the desire for vengeance. I don't put much weight in it — or rather, I don't think it affects me that much — but if my blood remembers anything, I think it'll remember all of the kind moments too. For better or for worse.
apshot: (86)

[personal profile] apshot 2023-10-13 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes narrow at the term. It doesn't sit right on his tongue. Reminds him of the fanatics that believe in the whole "purity of humanity" thing. That sort of nonsense that Quirks are a stain on the human race. Now Katsuki wonders what sort of context this guy is using it in... ]

It doesn't. Can you really call something an aberration when eighty percent of the population has some kind of ability?

[ One second and he'll ask Scott about his own power. Izuku would be so into this. ]
apshot: (245)

[personal profile] apshot 2023-10-13 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pointing it out would mean that Katsukui would set the record straight - he can build them. Constantly has to take them apart for maintenance purposes. But he is going to give the support students the credit they deserve for fabricating it instead of him. ]

Bakugou Katsuki.

[ Because he's that sort of brat - Bakugou picks up another dart. Throws it and hits another balloon without too much effort on his part. ]

Funny. Here I was trying to come up with a new way of getting my shit sorted.
immortalpoet: (coral)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-10-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Blood carries memory, does it.]

[There's a brief twitch of the side of his mouth, as if he's thought of an inside joke.]


Blood, huh. How ironic.

[And then he lets his hand drift over his eyes, exhausted as ever.]

...If you want kind moments, don't stay around me, then.
cupperty: (hello!)

[personal profile] cupperty 2023-10-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is a momentous occasion: for the first time in history, multiple people have actually assumed that Muriel is some kind of police officer. Muriel, who is even worse at lying than they are at pretending to be a Regular Human Police Officer, has no idea what to do with this, and looks a bit like a deer in the headlights at the question. ]

Um... not really, no. [ They remove their helmet, looking sheepish. ] Not at all, actually. This was a disguise, for a... a job. But I suppose I should wear something else now, I don't want to confuse anyone if they need a real police officer.
wreatharrow: (ꕥ 17)

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-10-13 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
There you go. Somehow I knew that you would see it my way.

[ Tighnari rewards Cyno with a brush of their noses together. Then a quick peck on the lips. After, Tighnari is pulling a way, a wry grin on his features. ]

Aren't you supposed to be winning me another prize?
cupperty: (waaaait a minute...)

[personal profile] cupperty 2023-10-13 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... Oh, dear. Having an eight-foot metal man with glowing eyes focusing his attention on you is a little unnerving! Muriel gives him a nervous smile, and belatedly hides the cotton candy behind their back. ]

Um... nothing, really. Not much, I mean. I mostly record things, and I'm pretty good at sorting through legal documents.

[ 37th Order Scrivener, represent! ]
unrequite: (15)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-10-13 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ A beat. Midnight continues to stare up at Vergilius very softly. (Blood, indeed. A comment that Midnight will save for later.) ]

Kind moments. Is that what you think I want?
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-10-13 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[A little snort - a little undignified noise, but he has to reply with something like that.]

If you want something else, should I call you a masochist?
unimportant: (I Love You So)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yuki is silent, assessing, her face flat in thought. Then, she smiles as a playful fox. ]

I see, I understand now. You're actually a real soft guy underneath that gruff demeanor.
unimportant: (IAckNpe)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Me? Aha, well...

[ Who is the closest she has to a soulmate? Without thinking hard, her thoughts flicker to the ancient sorcerer she only met once as a teenager. Their body completely deformed from what it once was. ]

I kind of dumped mine! Or maybe they dumped me? It's hard to tell.
unimportant: (gkY1Ed3)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa. That's a lucky thing. [ Death isn't permanent here from what she's read on the network about it, but that wouldn't make it any less pleasant. That he remembers the experience at all is a form of proof that he's alive. ] Who was your shining knight?
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-10-13 04:04 am (UTC)(link)





[STARING AT HER LIKE SHE'S GROWN ANOTHER HEAD]

Excuse me?
gradenine: (pic#16478093)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-10-13 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
So you never knew if you guys officially broke up or not?

[ he tilts his head. ]

I mean, in that case, you probably aren't soulmates to begin with.
unimportant: (aatkV8t)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's ok, I get it. You don't want anyone figuring out you have a caring side. It would compromise your tough no-nonsense image.

Your secret is safe with me.
immortalpoet: (carmine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-10-13 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Here I thought you couldn't get any worse than your initial impression of an idiot, and then you have to go and be the textbook definition of one. Impressive.
unimportant: (KVghTr2)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Probably not.

But they seemed to think we were, and I thought the same way for a while. Then I saw them for who they really are. [ She twines her hands at her back, lips puckering in frustration. At least they can't see much of one another in the dark. ] They got another soulmate lined up after me too. A real womanizer.
unimportant: (Puzzle)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Sheesh. You can't take a joke at all.

Fine, you're an uncaring bastard who knows of no joy or love in his life. Better?
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-10-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Mmyeah. Throw in "rude asshole" in there too. That'll be it for a summary.
unimportant: (19)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-10-13 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
I'll put it on your dating profile.

[ He will, unfortunately, match with a lot of people who are into a brooding man. ]