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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-05-11 12:20 pm

ARRIVAL LOG 010

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: Evening of October 21 and 22
WHAT: The tenth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion, loss of autonomy, sexual themes and alcohol usage. Further notes at end of log.

> ARRIVAL LOG #010

Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound and light, color, sensation. Hazy and difficult to grasp on to, but slowly aligning into focus. A series of regular, rhythmic beeps. A medicinal, astringent smell. The sensation of movement, a low hum and accompanying vibration under you. Your eyes are heavy, hard to keep open, but in the glimpses between slow, dark blinks you see four people in black body armor seated opposite you, as well as a man in dark gray scrubs.

You realize there are others next to you. All of you in white scrubs, hair recently cut but at various stages of growth, restrained by straps across your chests, arms, feet, holding you to the bench under you. To your left, an armored interior door, two more people visible, the movement of streets passing through a windshield. You try to open your mouth to speak, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar, and you manage nothing more than an empty parting of lips.

The vehicle stops. The guard opposite you stands and comes to unbuckle you from the bench, helping you to your feet. Your limbs feel wooden and heavy, slow to move. One guard opens the back of the vehicle, and false, colored light, illuminating the streets in the distance will first alert your senses of being somewhere else, combined with air that's only cooled with the setting of the sun. The nurse moves to stand at the back, checking each passenger over one by one just before they're helped out of the vehicle, quick and methodical. He doesn't climb out after you, moving to sit as the last passenger is unloaded.

The guards keep their heads down. Their actions are quick, firm, but not entirely unkind. Once all the passengers are out, they drop some masks on the ground in a tan-colored tote bag. "Pick a mask," they bark, and then turn to climb back into the vehicle and close the doors. The engine powers up again, and then the bus is gone.

You're left alone in an alley, with no idea of where you are or why you've been brought here.

Around the corner of the alley, there is the sound of various different carnival rides and men yelling for someone to step right up and try their luck on the various assortment of games that are available. Off in the distance, there's a large, hulking structure – perfectly vertical in nature, and people on it twist upward and then come slamming down mere moments later. It seems that you've just arrived as a part of some festivity, though it's probably hard to tell if you're an attraction or a coincidence of this all.

Either way – time to pick a mask. They're nothing special: they go over the head, but no one was ordered to put one on. They show various monsters – generic and otherwise – and it looks like they were purchased in bulk.

◉ Though entirely capable of independent action and thought, new characters will find themselves completely, unquestioningly compliant to any verbal statement which could be taken as a command or request.

> 10 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN: OPENING CEREMONY

The message from El comes the same as usual: insistent, not waiting for any active attempt to open it. Scrolling within your vision as if being written while you're reading it.

Here we go again. You know the drill by now. Our new batch has been thrown into the middle of a Halloween party. They should have masks on which doesn't make them much easier to find, but I trust you guys can figure this out. You know the signs to look for by now. So… Happy Halloween. 🎃

Having ten actual days dedicated to Halloween may seem like a bit much, but New Amsterdam takes the festivities seriously. Thanks to being a melting pot of two millenia's worth of cultures, they try to touch on every aspect of it. The launch party is a two-day event set in the cultural district. Thanks to the lack of ground traffic, the city easily rolls in what acts as a mini-carnival. The ground throughout the carnival is lit with candle-filled pumpkins, providing a warmth of inviting light as the nights grow cooler. While the carnival shuts down during the working day, it opens again in the evening, allowing working parents to bring their children before the hours come to a close. During this time, children run around with their friends in costumes to ask for candy or food from nearby businesses or carnival booths. Sometimes these children have to perform a task before they get what they've asked for – either through playing a game or answering a trivia question – but they're never turned away empty handed.

The first two days are largely billed as a time for people to come together and have a good time, but Halloween is also known for offering opportunities to local artists to get their work recognized. Whether digital or otherwise, artists are asked to commit to a theme and produce art on the first day of the event that's viewed throughout the next nine days. Part of the tradition is the crunch of trying to produce a work of art with limited notice and time. If they aren't done before the first two days are over, they won't be able to get free advertisement for their work. When the event is over, all of the art will go up for auction, and the artists will receive 75% of whatever is offered for their work. This year's theme is "Remembrance and Renewal" – and most themes from past years are just as open for interpretation.

As it gets deeper into the evening and children have returned home, the festivities turn toward being more adult. While barred from selling alcohol until 9 PM, the various carnival booths change their tune after that point, offering a wide array of alcohol – including their own takes on moonshine. The first night even features a competition over who's brought the best, and everyone's invited to try a sample and put in a vote – for free. A rather savvy individual would likely be able to find themselves well in their cups just off of these samples, as the moonshine contest is the way for the adults to get a treat of their own. For these evening festivities, everyone is allowed to wear a more risque costume, and sex workers come over from the neighboring Red Light District in order to advertise some of their more unique services for the evenings ahead. Every brothel will have a unique theme of its own to mark how special the event is, and their services will match.

Otherwise, the first two days of Halloween are known for allowing kids to have fun and for adults to be anonymous for a little while. Anyone who holds down a day job will still be expected to turn into work, but there's a tacit understanding that most people will be under the weather during this time.

◉ The carnival will have a wide array of rides that are set up rather quickly. There's a ferris wheel with seats that will rotate around a large machine like an atom, but with many different "branches" to allow a great deal of people to go on at once. Everyone gets on at the same time, and the seats "float." Each person can pay for how long their ride is in increments, and extend that time if they so choose. For the after dark people, there is a definite badge of honor in having a good time in a ferris wheel without getting caught with your pants down. Other rides include the Wicked Force – which rapidly takes people up 500 ft into the air and then drops them – as well as carousels that allow someone to customize their mount for an additional amount of money. Want a lewd mount? That's fine … after the kids have gone home to play, and some people like to show off whatever they thought up on Cooltalk.

◉ As always, there are a large number of food options available thanks to the local food trucks coming out to sell their food. Taco trucks are the most popular around this time, and that's most of what will be offered. Many trucks will have some homemade candy that they offer for free with each meal – with the option to get more.

◉ Throughout the city, there will be controlled bonfire pits that are lit every night at 8 PM, though they won't be present in the less cared for parts of New Amsterdam. Ahead of the event starting, there will be a website to let people know where these pits are going up so they can set up meeting places with their friends – or even reserve a pit for a private group. Reservations around the more popular areas cost more than ones that are nearing the "disreputable" sections – though "disreputable" is shorthand for rundown buildings in need of repair more than any crime.

◉ There are, of course, costume contests! While many local bars – dive and otherwise – will have smaller affairs, there is a large contest held on these first two nights. Because of the wide array of people and costumes available, someone has to enter their costume according to a certain theme. Some of the themes are: vampires, ghosts, zombies, pop culture (animation), pop culture (action movies), pop culture (celebrities), political figures, historical figures – and more! In the five days that follow, people will be able to go online and vote for their favorite costume. Whoever accumulates the most votes gets a meal of their choice at a number of participating restaurants – HAPPYHAPPYJOYJOY, SOL, Monde Pizza, Sweetwaffel and more – as well as 200 credits added to their funds.

◉ There will be dealers around the carnival trying to get someone to buy something to "heighten" their experience. While the "monster drug" is out in the city, it won't be available here. Halloween is thought of as a neutral ground for the city, and even the gangs recognize that. Most drugs will be hallucinatory in nature, providing effects similar to shrooms. Of course, any drugs are still illegal, and people will want to be careful not to get caught – or buy from the wrong person.

◉ Anyone who chooses to take part in the more illicit and sexual activities will be advised to go home to finish out their nights. Being handsy is fine, but getting caught on the ferris wheel? Well, the goal is to not get caught. Public acts are still illegal, though most people just spend a night in jail thinking about what they did. It's treated as more embarrassing than anything, but sometimes people let things get away from them. Many of the brothels will offer rooms to couples for the evening, complete with toys and supplies to practice safe sex. Even if they aren't spending their night with a sex worker, the themed goods are still there to enjoy.

> 10 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN: THE NEXT EIGHT DAYS

After the rowdier events pass, Halloween splits into two main categories: corporate popups and remembrance. Halloween parties continue to be thrown at restaurants and bars, allowing people to enjoy a more low key version of what was previously available. Many of the bars have karaoke contests and themed parties, and many retail stores maintain a Halloween section until November first. If anyone's been invited to a party last minute – or they need a series of costumes to be extra about the whole occasion – they can hit these stores when needed.

◉ Pulsar's hover car-focused subsidiary, Bakker, advertises their 2512 line of cars by having hover hay rides around the city. Their trucks can hold up to six. Anyone hoping to go on a hover truck hay ride around the city to take in the sights and bonfires in the evening can call one on New Amsterdam's special Halloween app! These rides don't only show the city: they give a glimpse at the large amount of forestation just over the wall, allowing people to see that the Earth is gradually improving.

◉ There are, of course, haunted houses set up around the city! Haunted houses come in two varieties: virtual reality and 4D. Vyonation's gaming subsidiary, Vizija, sets up the virtual reality popups around the city. Due to the high tech nature of these setups, people do have to be on site to enjoy them. They interface with someone's neural implant, and depending on the experience, they can involve puzzles, escape rooms, murder mysteries, or even dissection tables. The 4D houses are the result of a joint partnership between Poe and Polarized – which are subsidiaries of Giles Bell and Pulsar, respectively.

4D haunted houses involve a great deal of props, realistic sights and smells, as well as the potential for certain drugs that can help provide a certain physical or emotional response. Whereas Vizija's simulation comes with the reassurance that nothing is real, Poe and Polarized team up to scare someone – and try to ensure it's as real as possible. Nothing offered at either is illegal, including the drug – though people with a history of heart issues won't be allowed to use the drug at all.

These experiences are made unique for everyone going in: people are allowed to opt out of anything that might make them uncomfortable, or even add in something along the way. If someone is feeling too much anxiety thanks to the drugs, they'll find a counter-drug added to their system to negate the artificial effects rather quickly.

◉ Remember that art contest? Anyone who finished a work will find their art somewhere in the city – and that includes anyone among the Displaced. If anyone is looking for artwork that's similar to what's been featured on the shrines, there will be a few, only they will seem more inviting. Whereas they celebrated people before, they now involve hands outstretched, welcoming someone down a blue-lit path. The same imagery – triangles and overlapping circles – will still be present, especially on the hands as tattoos.

◉ Five days before the 31st, there is a tradition of everyone donating a knife from their house to make it so that "spirits" can return safely. While no one in New Amsterdam genuinely believes that they might be visited by a spirit, the odd occasions around the city recently have lent some credence to this superstition. There will be knife disposal boxes all around the city – and anyone who doesn't give up a knife, butter or otherwise, will be seen as a bit of a spoilsport.

◉ On October 29th, there will be a procession from one end of the city to the other that starts just as the sun goes down and finishes when everyone has reached the other side. As you might imagine, this is a very, very long walk, and many people slip in and out according to what they can individually manage. People walk with candles along the way, and there will be booths selling new or replacement candles for a low price. Since the procession goes along the path of a lot of bonfires, it won't ever be difficult to get them lit. The purpose of this? Everyone uniting in remembrance: of a world that's healing, to celebrate the lives lost to usher in a peaceful era, to thank everyone on the colonies for offering a humanity a new home, and any personal losses that people might have faced. Even though there are still billions of people alive, there is the sense that everyone knows that they remain on Earth on borrowed time.

◉ For the last two days, people light candles and put them in their windows, and they also leave food outside of their windows and in the front of their apartments so that "spirits" can return safely. There's an implicit understanding that most of this food will be taken by people who aren't doing as well, and much of it is nonperishable. Anyone who's down on their luck will see candles in the window and will know that they will likely find food there. Many people stock up for this occasion so that they can replace any food. Unsurprisingly, most high-end apartments with well-off people don't honor this tradition, but people in mid-to-low end apartments will almost always have something to spare in the spirit of charity.

> SAFEHOUSE

Access to the safehouse is a hatch hidden behind stacks of empty storage shelves in the back of an abandoned supermarket in an outer district of the city. The immediate area is similarly abandoned, empty stores, flanked by several blocks of dive bars and clubs which cater to more niche tastes. A place where people can come and go unseen, or, if seen, not spoken of. A dark haired woman called Gaby is ready to greet the new arrivals and get them settled in, brusque and no-nonsense – she'll be open for in depth questions later, but will advise everyone to ask the people who brought them in for the beginning bits of information.

◉ The safe house is a large open space, filled with rows of basic cots set up to sleep a large amount of people. Basic, but outfitted with everything necessary for daily life. A few doors lead to back rooms for storage, medical care and a large communal bathroom, and past the long rows of cots there is a communal kitchen, fully stocked, and an eating area. Privacy is at a minimum.

◉ New characters will be asked to pick their beds, and provided with a change of (second-hand, mismatched and somewhat threadbare) clothes and basic toiletries.

◉ Any belongings from previous safehouse occupants have been packed up – and that includes any current Displaced who just got back from a trip. If someone left something out while they were in New Tokyo, Gaby will tell them where these objects can be found. For her part, she's just trying to get everything set up for the upcoming move.

◉ Gaby will make it clear to all new arrivals that if they have any requests or queries, they should contact her or El.

◉ Once everyone that El spotted has arrived back, they'll be informed that the safehouse will be a temporary location. By the end of the month, everyone will be moving to a new location about fifteen blocks away.

◉ The drugs making new characters compliant will remain in their systems for a few hours after their arrival at the safehouse before finally beginning to fade. They will be gone entirely after a night's rest. In the meantime, they may want to be careful of what others say to them.

◉ New characters will be given rudimentary access to the network on arrival in the safehouse, but will not have their ID set up yet. They will be able to make posts and replies, but their messages will be anonymous and they do not have inboxes yet.

New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until OCTOBER 25 (MAY 19). These 4 days are for them to adjust, learn about the world they've arrived in from their fellows, and for El to speak with them and work on setting up their IDs.

> FINAL OOC NOTES

Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and logs comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes, nor be allowed out of the safehouse until OCTOBER 25 (MAY 19). At that point it's expected they'll have gotten a good idea of their new situation from their fellow characters, and will have discussed their background and job potentials with El in order for their false IDs to be set up.

If you have an artist character, please feel free to comment below under our QUESTIONS header to submit a description for a work of art! As long as they submitted something, you can feel free to assume they made some credits off of the whole experience!

Since there is a part of this log that involves explicit sexual activity, please remember content warnings. If your character engages in a sexual act, slap a warning on that! None of the drugs available at the event will involve aphrodisiacs or anything that will remove consent. Some of the brothels may involve play with that, but everyone entering those arrangements would need to consent from the start. We're well aware of the sensitive nature of having a Red Light District-adjacent event while characters are under the influence of compulsory drugs, so no characters will be forced or asked into any acts against their will. There will be no exceptions to this. In addition, any newcomers won't be able to skip off into a brothel because they're new, won't be able to confirm their ages, and they won't have any other identifying information. Otherwise, please be respectful and check everyone's permissions.

As a blanket reminder, all arrival logs are designed as mingle logs for the entire game.

If you have any questions or ideas about how you'd like to get your character involved in the world, please head over to the plot engagement post and drop us a comment! For questions specific to this log, there is a thread below.

Please check out our May calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.

As a reminder, AC for new characters accepted in May will be 10 comments across 2-4 threads, while current characters will need to provide the full AC of 20 comments across 2-4 threads. AC will be posted on June 1 at 12 AM UTC and close on June 8 at 12 AM UTC. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.

reneger: (hello mister dj.)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-05-13 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Since I got here? ( there's the click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, but it's probably near impossible to make out through the helmet. the roar of the bike's engine is near silent, however--even when jason picks his boot off the ground and starts down the nearest alley. they're heading towards the shady part of town, kovacs can handle it. )

Twice. But it'd take more than a hand to count how many times I've had someone break it back home.
fuelcage: (pic#13132027)

[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-13 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
You. I like you.

[ Hello, new favorite human being. Thank you for being The Best. But also: ]

... It's not made of people, is it?
wiccant: (we're a shot of light.)

[personal profile] wiccant 2019-05-13 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
No. But there are a few gardens around.

( those are nice to look at. nice to walk through, too. billy's a little more of a city kid himself--a truck ride through some fields would be niceish, but that's also definitely not why he decided to get on board these. he does give a low thoughtful hum, turns eyes to focus them on marcos. )

Are you new?
vns: (Dix)

[personal profile] vns 2019-05-13 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[ so only one of the realms is Earth? that's a new version of that situation. Gaby's read a lot of their theories. she'll let the others give her the rundown. she still only knows the one. ]

What do you think you can do with that gun? Where are you going? You guys always have these big ideas about what you're going to accomplish, but never why or how. Just that you think you can.
fuelcage: (0000026)

[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-13 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Trust me. The last thing I need is to fuck up and have the wrath of cyberpunk hell coming down on my head.

[ She's done that in Outworld. It's not fun. ]

I know precisely jack and shit about my current sitch. I need a few debriefs, a lot of drinking, and maybe a good hangover before I'm ready to even think about getting off my ass and making a plan.
gasping: + love (187)

[personal profile] gasping 2019-05-13 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
No, [ gasped out almost immediately, breathless and eager, ] Don't be.

[ there's only the slightest of pauses as her gaze steadies more clearly on his own, as her mouth curves up into a smile that's practically decadent and giddy all at once. ]

I liked it.

[ and that's all she says before she dives back in, tongue dragging clean over his bottom lip as if mopping up the mirror image of his bite. her own blood mingles between them, and caroline groans into the kiss; behind closed eyes, darkness seeps into her sclera, and hunger begins to bleed into the bond.

she wants to bite him, but she wants to kiss him more. she has to focus, which in turn means she has to kiss him harder, clutch that much more greedily, tug him in until there's no air left between them. ]
revlon: (077)

👀

[personal profile] revlon 2019-05-13 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's relatively late in the evening when she comes back around the safehouse for one final check before turning in for the night. The festivities will carry on through the wee hours, she suspects — this is her first Halloween in New Amsterdam but not her first taste of how the city does its holidays. Hiccup has likely seen her flitting in and out if he arrived earlier, a steady presence of squared shoulders, no nonsense strides, and a flash of blonde hair against dark tactical gear (a blue glow emanating between the faux leather plates that make up her costume).

But now she's winding down, having done one last check in with Gaby and a neural one with Fitz. She pauses by a spotty mirror and carefully pulls the pins from her hair before finally removing her wig then wig cap; her hair underneath is still a little too short for her typical pincurls, merely pinned into twists, but she fluffs her fingers through it all the same as she turns to go. It's only then that she catches sight of Hiccup — or, rather, the gleam of his leg under the electric lights. Ah. Her gaze flickers to his expression, not pitying, merely curious.

He doesn't seem bothered by the discovery because it isn't one at all, not in that sense. She's been around enough soldiers — and Daniel Sousa — to note the difference. Even so, if he has a question, far be it from her to leave a new arrival without an answer she might be able to provide. ]


Everything all right? [ Her lips quirk. ] I know the beds aren't the most comfortable. Hopefully my friends have remedied that in the new safehouse.
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[personal profile] replicates 2019-05-13 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, he's not going to eat both of them. he's back to frowning up at jiang cheng in confusion before the expression smooths back into something more neutral, chewing on a bite of his treat in about as thoughtfully as he can with some sprinkles stuck around his mouth. ]

No, but you look like someone who could probably use some in your life.

[ for as much as jiang cheng tries to act like he doesn't have time for frivolities or things than bring enjoyment rather than simple necessity, dawn doesn't think that's all there is to him. either way, he's putting the stick of the apple in jiang cheng's hand, take it or leave it, before he turns and starts heading back towards the exit of the carnival. ]
mercurio: ❥ponponpon (040)

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-13 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
It depends on the kind of secret.

[his expression remains concerned, but now he's growing a little suspicious at what category this 'secret' could fall under. as trusting as he may seem, prompto isn't keen on being part of anything nefarious by any means.]

[he gives the other a hard stare for a moment before, unsurprisingly, allowing his too-trusting nature take this matter head on.]

What is it?
miscalibrate: (35)

[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Well, [ His tone's conversational, amiable. ] It was either sit around and drink or beat in heads until I got an answer I liked. I think I made the right choice.

[ He doesn't sound like he's joking. He sounds a little unsure, like he'd still be hard pressed to bet on it. He had choices, he made the one he's pretty sure Holden or Naomi would've gone for. They might've come up with something better, obviously, but it wouldn't have involved beating carnival goers half to death.

And even if this option wasn't very efficient, it's apparently worked out fine. Unless this guy's full of shit. ]


Because now I've got you. So are you gonna tell me why I'm here, or are you just going to call me cute again?

[ He doesn't sound annoyed. He almost sounds disinterested; patient, if you're being generous. ]
mercurio: ❥mercurio (019)

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-13 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
...why are you guys so weird?

[prompto has a running theory that everyone who came in this batch, for halloween, are the weirdest people yet. the amount of strange encounters, questions, and conversations he's had are enough to make him think this is a thing.]

Of course it's not made of people. That'd be pretty disgusting pizza.

Do you like pepperoni?
heliophilous: (【FOURTEEN】)

[personal profile] heliophilous 2019-05-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ the heat between them had already been intense but it seems to rocket up after that bite in ways he hadn't expected. her blood speckles and smears against his lips and he tastes sweetness and cooper commingling with her own unique tastes.

she moans and he swallows it, feeling the lines of her body plaster against his own. he just wishes there were more space in this stupid cart. he wishes that the ferris wheel would keep still for a little longer.

he wishes for a lot right now.

his hands clutch tightly at her back, fingers digging into the fabric and the skin underneath it, a firm, rough touch since he recalls how she'd reacted to her wrists getting squeezed a bit earlier. he thinks about biting again but doesn't want to overuse that and doesn't want to make her lip sore either since he's bitten her once already

maybe somewhere else. maybe in a moment. if he doesn't lose his mind before he can pull his lips away from hers and figure out where he could put his mouth to get the best reaction from her. ]
fuelcage: (pic#13132000)

[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Famous parents. Dunno what anyone else's excuse is.

[ listen. she's smelled cooked people - it smells like chicken. this is her fucking life, this is knowledge she has. soylent green is people. ]

Love it.
mercurio: ❥mercurio (104)

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-13 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[never tell him that]

Awesome, a celebrity.

[he hands her a plate] Go wild, I guess. I can try and get more if there's public demand. Welcome gift and all.
sandu: (tw: kaislalala) (Default)

[personal profile] sandu 2019-05-13 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ the festival is noisy, full of crowds and voices and laughter and lights, of smell of alcohol, of food cooking on grills. it almost reminds him of the way lotus pier had been in the high summer of his boyhood, when he had known the old streets, the old people like the back of his hand, when both of them would run around and duck under the nooks and crannies, mapping out the hidden corners and shortcuts that allowed them to wind their way through the narrow alleyways and broad streets. for a moment, jiang cheng spends the time wandering around, accepting the samples of food and drinks ( more drinks than food; it is late, after all, the children's voices dispersed long since ) until he has to stop, lean against a low wall nearby to get his bearings and balance both.

a sudden burst of noise to one side catches his attention and jiang cheng frowns, a vague sort of irritation creasing the skin between his brows as he cants his head towards the direction; was there a fight?

( flash and flicker of gaudy costumes, of bright colours and voices raised not in a fight nor an argument, but nevertheless rough and insistent,

and below all that, lower, calmer like a mountain stream flowing over rocks, a voice he recognises. )

normally, common courtesy would dictate that jiang cheng hold his tongue and keep his distance. normally, all of the rationality, all of the stiff manners beaten into him from his childhood would leave him standing there, leaning against the wall with one hand. hanguang-jun is not a man who needs rescuing, he has enough finesse and ability of his own to get himself out of situations.

but then, there is a faint memory of snow, of fire, of the flickering, hazy uncertainty that radiated from the touch of those calloused hands against his own. there is a recollection of sorts, of doubt in those usually clear eyes. ]


Ladies, [ his feet has carried him without jiang cheng ever being really conscious of it, and while his tone is calm, respectful, his eyes are narrowed and dark, flashing with a pale light that is much like a crack of a whip, a flash of lightning that makes the ones nearest to him automatically take a step back. ] it seems to me that he's in want of a better company than yours.

[ dressed in dark, muted colours, he cuts a sharp contrast to lan wangji's lighter form, and jiang cheng reaches out with a gloved hand to pull the other man away by the arm. one of the women hesitates, before calling out, petulant and annoyed at the loss of lan wangji's presence - and you think you're better? he merely shrugs in reply, and pulls the other man out of the little half-circle that had formed around him, and start steering him along in the opposite direction, away from the crowd. ]

You are too polite for your own good. [ jiang cheng would probably regret saying these things to the man, once the thin haze of alcohol wears off, but right now, it doesn't seem all that important. ]
mercurio: ❥ponponpon (007)

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, hey! I'm a big fan of the parallel universe theory, too.

[prompto's easygoing enough to make this conversation go somewhere, at least.]

Not that I know much about it to make sense of it. Just the stuff in comic books.

[—casually] Bet everyone says you're huge.
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[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
( he believes at first that the soft brush of their minds was the result of their vampirism, a slip of his control; a subconscious desire to reach her. it wouldn't be a heedless notion, given his drink and hopeless state of mind. it takes but a short moment to realize how remiss he is, his breath a shaking intake, held in his chest as light as blue as the sky fills the space between them. his eyes are rounded, full of awe, and it's only the touch of her hand that pulls his gaze back to her.

he follows sedately, instinctually, as she begins to lead him. he was expecting more: fear, disgust, even anger, but this wordlessness reels him just as surely as whatever has occurred between them now. he watches the colors flaring between them, her emotions like a symphony of confusion and uncertainty.

when they stop in relative seclusion, his heartbeat fluttering in his chest at her lingering touch, he's almost disappointed to see them fade. but she doesn't, not completely.

she says his name, but there's no recognition to it. he wishes there was; hate would be better than indifference. hate he could understand. hate would be a start. he considers, past his awe and disappointment and questions, that there's plenty of time for her to hate him.

he gathers himself. tempers himself. he wants to ask her: what is happening? what was that? but quite suddenly it seems more important to answer. such a simple question, with too many fraught and hard answers.

his tongue licks his dry lips. he looks down.
) We met in Mystic Falls, ( he says. he decides: the beginning. eyes darting, unforgiving and sharp, he manages to lift them to her gaze. ) I came for Elena.
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-13 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ you know, if you'd been nicer, klaus, maybe he would have pointed you in the direction of a fucking bar. but no, with you stalking forward with fucking malice on your face, that wasn't going to happen.

really, kovacs needs to run. there's not a lot of ways he can combat someone fucking chewing on him like a dog toy especially when he doesn't have a weapon. he still feels a little weak but at least his neck's stopped bleeding. ]


Then, find a fucking bar, you cocksucker.

[ you are not getting anymore blood. ] You come closer and I'm going to rip your teeth out of your head. [ he'd try to, at least. ]
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[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-13 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't seem to hit the same pitch of confusion and frustration, but he's still on the same page. She shuts down his question and moves on. Gives orders, actually, and Amos moves away from the wall to follow her lead before it even occurs to him that he can do otherwise, only to stop as soon as she hits a more open-ended statement.

He's less quick to follow when she heads towards the street. Amos glances back down the alley, but there's nothing there. Still. His people weren't on that van, and they aren't here now. She is. And she's bossy and hostile, but she isn't wrong, and she's honest — he doesn't hate that. Between that and the fact that he'd probably head for the street anyway, Amos follows, keeping his bearings more easily as the noise and light slam against sensitive nerves.

Honestly? It feels a little like being drunk. The day after, maybe. It's clear they've got something in their system, so it tracks. He waits out the haze, ignores the dim headache, gives himself a few long seconds to take it in: the vendors, the costumes, the rides, kids running around and screaming about candy. ]


How the fuck is it Halloween?

[ He says, like somehow getting his calendar wrong is weirder than the emotional shit and the blue lights. ]
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[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-13 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Taking it, what a blessing this boy is. ]

Oh yeah. My dad's a five time Razzie winner. [ And like, actual awards too. But Ninja Mime is the franchise that won't die. ] You been here long, blondie?

[personal profile] gradual 2019-05-13 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
( 'by that group that dropped us off.' oh. so he's not one of them. well, that would make sense. this is the safehouse. except he doesn't feel the least bit safe in here. just trapped, really. )

My heart's beating at an unusual pace. ( he's hungry. thirsty. fitz basically looks like a water fountain in the middle of a desert. it's taking all of his willpower and control not to just attack him and take what he needs. he's not prepared to deal with the consequences though, considering he still has very little idea about what's going on here. he might be a psychotic maniac, but he's not an idiot. ) My hands are shaky. I'm feeling nauseous. ( stupid cheap liquor.

and this is getting ridiculous. how does one go about asking for blood from a human? there's definitely no handbook for it. he's never had to ask nicely in his entire life. this certainly isn't as easy-peasy as he thought it would be.
)
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v belated cw for sexual content my apologies

[personal profile] gasping 2019-05-13 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ she wants — she wants so much, a frenzy of imagery in her head as her body twists, the fabric of her dress rucking up in the friction; the bar of the ferris wheel holds her back, and caroline wriggles against it, first softly and then a sharper shove with her knee. hard enough that the bar creaks from the impact and then shoves backwards — the ferris wheel doesn't jerk to a stop, but the movement of the metal does give her a little more freedom to press forward, to pull herself over that much closer.

the temptation is there, suddenly, to climb into his lap, but she doesn't. not yet. maybe if he pulls her in, she will. for now, she's all too happy to focus her attentions on encouraging sounds, on taking in the scent of him, the way he tastes in contrasts to her own blood in her mouth.

she wants to know what his tastes like. needs to know. it only gets harder to resist. ]
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[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-13 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's something. He can last a few hours. The follow-up gets a curious tilt of his head, a thoughtful beat. ]

How the hell would that make me feel better?

[ There's no bite to the question. He just doesn't get how it'd make a difference — he'd still be here — but maybe he missed something. Does his honest confusion make it a less awkward question? Doubtful. ]
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[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-05-13 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear it. Every good ruler needs people they can trust.

[Daenerys' smile spreads as Prompto tells her of Noctis. She'd never been so close to anyone (at least, not in many years) that they would feel comfortable enough to address her by name. It was always "your grace" or "khaleesi" -- it was simply the polite and proper thing to do. She had never known anything else, and no one else had been quite so...familiar.

Perhaps that was a good thing. Perhaps it wasn't. She does know one thing: sovereignty only mattered to the land you were born in. A foreign queen was worth little more than the dirt on the ground if the people did not accept her.

So:]


I am queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You are not of those lands, my sovereignty means little to you here -- and so it should be your choice.
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[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-13 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Not that, then. Rey sobers a little, lets out a slow breath. ]

It is a dark time for New Amsterdam. For all of Earth.

[ She concedes that point, but -- ] You have to be careful who hears you saying so.