thespherelogs | August Mingle Log

Who: Everyone
What: The open August log.
When: The month of August.
Where: All over.
Notes: Fireflies.

August Open Log

innnnnnnn summer

So, someone seems to have gotten the idea that summer has kicked into high gear. Or at least it would if there were seasons here other than the artificial ones. So the party this month definitely has a large summer bent to it! Instead of the main party being held in the merchant dome, which has another purpose right now, the party is being held in the Rec dome. More than that, it’s being held around the swimming area. The swimming area consists of three pools and smaller communal bathing areas. The large pool is Olympic sized, and is a sparkling blue. It’s fresh water, and probably clean enough to drink. I still wouldn’t drink it. The second pool is slightly smaller and more kidney shaped with a gradual sand mound at one end of it. This pool is salt water and looks a bit more like a beach than a pool.For those who are missing the actual sea, the pool is a wave one, the highest wave cresting at about four feet. The third pool is a kiddie pool, complete with a splash pad, that’s running. Buckets drop, it’s got one of those mushroom things, and sprinkler jets.

Set up between the pools is a brightly colored tent, and there’s massive grills going behind it. These are definitely the sort of grills that one uses to feed the sort of crowds that would be at old timey Church socials. Every sort of meat is being grilled or smoked on them that you can imagine, right down to an entire suckling pig on one end. Veggies and corn and potatoes in foil are at various stations, and locals are pleased to hand you some of whatever you want before directing you to the cold salads stations or to the long picnic tables covered in red and white checked tablecloths.

On a different long table is beverages of every sort: wine, beer, sangria, sweet tea, lemonade from ice-cold carafes. They’re being served in red solo cups, going along with the theme of this being a picnic. Strangely enough, there doesn’t seem to be any desserts anywhere. You’re gonna need to go elsewhere for that!

For those who didn’t bring a bathing suit or a towel (or a cover up if you’re feeling modest) they will be provided in the changing rooms along with flip-flops. The changing rooms also have volleyballs for the volleyball net, and an assortment of sand toys and beach balls for people to play with. There’s also various local bands playing music, and a temporary dance floor for people to jam on.

Additionally, the baths are still present! There’s a large bamboo building near it, and inside are various sets of hot and cool pools, sauna and steam pools, a masseuse and other spa treatments and the like. There are three options for these times. 1.Strictly bathing suits, 2, strictly mixed nudity/ bathing suits and 3. Strictly separated nudity. No one below the age of eighteen is getting naked in the baths, sorry kids.

ten million fireflies, i'm weird cause i hate goodbyes.

Someone, somewhere during the movie night said that they missed nature, so the Sphere has provided. As the “sun” in the rec dome starts to “set” people will notice something odd. Small, fluorescent bugs appear seemingly out of nowhere. It’s just one or two at first, but then they almost seem to fill the sky, creating an internal galaxy. The bugs are entirely harmless, and will land eagerly almost in cupped hands, and form crowns in people’s hair. They’re listless and practically tame, but will only be here for the night, so enjoy them before they disappear in the morning.

oh so the cake is not in fact a lie

Several weeks ago now, Carol and Alex got started talking about desserts and baking. Alex, being candian mentioned that the one thing other than coffee that she can cook is Nanaimo bars which are a no bake dessert. Carol ran with the idea and the two of them went to Max with the idea of having a no bake no sale. So, they opened it up and main street too is set with those red and white table cloths and picnic tables, and are strewn with lights and there are many many no bake desserts set out. Basically anything you can imagine is there, from Alex’s Nanaimo bars and Carol’s Chocolate drop cookies, to any varieties of cheesecake, mousse, tiramisu, pudding, rice krispy squares and so on. There’s also more beverages of every variety here in those red solo cups.

For those more health-conscious there’s also a variety of fruits and cheeses around. There’s also more music and a variety of card games. Of course betting is surely optional but no one’s really looking all that hard are they?

exploration: teeth and bones. (yes again)

After what had happened, there really is no putting back the seals on the doors to the places that were opened up, even though the council has tried with some of them. There are some doors that are deemed too dangerous to let anyone go inside of (lava and ghosts are not good things to let loose inside the Sphere, no matter how fun it would be at the time) but the door in the infirmary (in the morgue) needs to be open for practical purposes. Which may not be great for people who work in the infirmary, but there it is.

Once people drop through a hatched hole in the floor of the morgue, there’s tunnels extended out for several hundred yards, into the dark. If you have a flashlight, it’s clear to see that here and there the walls are etched with Latin, carved into the stone of the tunnels themselves in what looks more than a little bit like scratches rather than anything that resembles tool marks. The words are repeated at first, over and over: ”cave veniunt!" And "ossa et dentibus illius ruminandum!" Along with the repeated: “cave.”

The skeletons inside are supposed to have been all taken care of, but you can’t help the uneasy feeling that moves down your neck in the darkness, or the way that you can swear you can hear more than a little bit of a hiss of bone. There are things discarded here on the floor of the hallway, gathering more value with the deeper that you go, but is it worth being down here in the dark with the dead for that?

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For a moment, Alex just frowns at him, because at the core of who she is, she has compassion. It's one of the pillars that makes up who she is, so when he says that it's clear to see through the scoff and to the pain on the other side of it. For Alex herself, being reminded of her place was a good thing and that she was someone who was considered worthy (and loved) despite everything else. Her voice is kind and calm, and the kindness just shines from her eyes--there's no guile there. "Maybe we need to be the ones that determine if we're worthy or not."

He cut his eyes in her direction for just a moment, uncertain how much of his situation this human might understand. After a pause, he smiles broadly. Knowing he wasted so much time thinking he'd never measure up, it was painful and a regret he wouldn't soon bury, but she didn't need to know that.

"Perhaps you're right."

While some people may think that Alex is an idiot, she's definitely not. Oh, she's used to downplaying her intelligence in order to play the 'every man' role when it comes to her show and something needs to be explained, but she definitely is smart. Even with that, more often than not her intelligence tends to come with an emotional component, and she knows that despite the good face that he's placing on it, Loki isn't as sure of it as he makes that smile seem.

And she's also intelligent enough to know that if she fights him on this right now, it will bloom into a harsher fight than either of them need at the moment. So, instead she just gives him a smile and presses her glass gently to the side of his own. "To being right, I guess?" The words come with a laugh, giving away how much being right or not actually doesn't matter to Alex.

He laughed, then, again, a more genuine sound, bordering on boyish, belaying exactly how young he was by the measurement of his race, and he shook his head.

"I said perhaps, you know. When you give a human an inch..."

Alex likes the sound of his laughter and she definitely is going to make it a point to try and cause it as often as she can. Loki, like Richard strikes Alex as someone who needs to laugh more often. Looking not the slightest bit ashamed, she just shrugs a bit. “Oh that doesn’t have anything to do with being human, Loki. That’s just me being me.” And there’s more than a little bit of truth in that statement and in the wide swatch of her smile.

He chuckles again, shaking his head. "You are certainly something, Alex." He has never really put much stock in mortals. His mother never really did either, and he supposed he picked some of that tendency from her. "I appreciate your honesty."

Alex knows that when people tell her that she's something there's normally at least a fifty-fifty shot that they're saying it in a way that is ironic or an insult. But being that she's Alex, she just has the same reaction either way, and gives another shrug. "I am what I am, and I'm a shit liar so."

"Well that is a tragedy." Though he simply looked amused. "Lies can get you out of the stickiest messes."

"Yeah, but they can also make those messes worse sometimes." Alex knows that too, like how they had when she wasn't sleeping all that well. 'I'm fine.' Is the one lie that Alex Reagan is actually quite adept at telling with complete sincerity.

Oh, they most certainly could, that was true, and he wasn't even going to deny it. Instead, he just nods, smiling slightly.

"True enough, I suppose."

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