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Sphere Mods ([personal profile] sphererpmod) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2019-12-30 06:24 pm

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Who: Everyone!
What: January's welcome log. Oh also part one of the Ghost log.
When: Jan 1st-7th
Where: All over the place.
Warnings:
Notes: This is your January welcome log with Sphere New Year Traditions. Come in, go nuts.
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A New Year A New You
A new day has come.
So unlike many other places, the Sphere doesn’t celebrate New Years on New Year’s Eve. Instead they celebrate it in s three day festival commencing on January first to the third. The festival starts on the first at dawn with people waking up early to watch the first unofficial sunrise in the Sphere. Unlike most other days, this sunrise is universal, moving into each of the domes and filling them with such a bright light that it looks like an idealized version of a bright summer’s day. Groups of people join together to watch it in the dormitory dorms as well as in several public areas. The agriculture dome and the recreational domes are popular places for such activities and there are several places where there appear to be flowers blooming and almost the sound of birdsong.

Also in the more public places, there are large tables filled up with what seems to be a standard light breakfast of fruit, cheese and various loaves of bread, including a particular loaf of bread that everyone is given either in their attendance or in the dome itself. It’s a circular loaf with nuts on it that’s perfect for sharing. Indeed people keep trying to share a piece with the characters around them.

One thing that’s missing though? None of the places seem to have any sort of caffeine in any form. If questioned about it, someone knowledgeable will respond: “you can’t have caffeine until the sun sets!” The words come with a good natured laugh and characters are then handed a glass of fruit juice.

Out with the old and in with the new

As the sun is about to set on the first day, crowds gather in the rec dome. There in the middle of the area there’s a large bonfire set up. The smoke billows up towards the top of the dome before it disappears. People gathered around the fires are throwing old possessions into it, some of which are their own and some of them are the possessions of the people who had left. The idea is to unburden yourself of things to face the new year with a clean slate.

There are smaller fires around, and they burn different colors with the smoke being sweet smelling and light. Some people show the newcomers how to gather the smoke in their hands and release it over their heads, in order to clear out dark thoughts and whatever is troubling people. The smoke gives people a slight feeling of euphoria, and makes them feel as if whatever is happening isn’t quite as bad as they think it is.

And we’re dancing through life

On the second day, the public domes are fairly dead. The merchant dome is closed and only a few restaurants are open, and only those are for delivery. The entire city almost seems to be holding their breath and waiting for something. When the clock turns to eight pm, it’s almost as if the entire city is lit in a combination of stars and candlelight. In the gardens in the Rec dome, a large ball has been set up. Everyone in the city has been given their ideal fancy dress outfit, including mask in order to wear to it. The idea behind it is that the characters are in the middle of their transitional state. Day one was the day they put their old life behind them, and day three will be the day that they form their new selves for the year ahead. Which is why at the ball, people wear masks and have the option to give into some of the things that they wouldn’t normally do.

Wanna eat that there whole pint of ice cream? Go nuts. Wanna drink a bottle of vodka? Hey it’s your liver and it’s not like you can die! Wanna hook up in a dark corner with a stranger. It’s your life and there’s some nice velvet couches over there; out of sight and out of mind.

Dinner is in the form of an elaborate meal, sort of along the idea of Fat Tuesday in New Orleans, no expense is spared and everything is extremely well done and extravagant. Rich food, insane desserts, open bar, everything this night is too excess. At various points in the evening, the sky which has been showing stars shifts into things like fireworks, and glowy nebuleuses, causing people to burst into spontaneous bouts of applause.

All the while, there are various and shifting dance floors with an assortment of music to dance to, including classical, swing, fiddles, big band, pop, R&B, and basically anything that you can think of. The dances that people do there are as varied as the population, the drunkenness level and of course the all important dances of people's native Caucasia.

The party goes until dawn, at which point, the drunken revelries spill onto the streets, and people return to their personal domes singing loudly and off key.

A new day a new you

So despite however much you may have done the night before, or whatever else you may have engaged in, and however long you may have stayed awake for, when your head hits the pillow, you wake up feeling well great for lack of a better word. You have no hangover, you're not tired, you're not in pain, and any heavy or dark thoughts will suddenly seem not at all so bad. It may be better than you've felt in your entire time in the Sphere, or better than a long time depending on how things are at home.

Either way, when you wake up, day is late (even if your character doesn't normally sleep) and there is a crowd of people in the agriculture dome. People are there working together in order to plant new things in the greenhouse. They're planting baby plants that will grow to feed people in the new year, according to Annie, and it's all about breathing new life into the world.

Afterwards, there are different things like yoga and meditation classes, and people just spread out smiling among the flowers. No one is as pushy as normal, it's just kind of there. They're just kind of there, stretching, enjoying the sunshine and just kind of chilling.

Later, people set up a large sort of barbecue and outdoor kitchen. Food is cooked communally, and people will ask your character to come and cook. Even if you can't cook, passing out food or cleaning up. This is a community building activity people tell ya, so you can go with it or not. But the rest of the city is, so please enjoy some delicious food your characters may or may not have a hand in cooking or giving out. Wine and fruit juice is in a wide abundance here, as is water and caffeinated drinks. A few people can even be found having some harder stuff (vodka and whiskey) if your character looks to be in need of it.

And the end of the night, the sky above the dome lights up with aurora borealis, in brilliant lights and hues, and there are what appear to be a smattering of actual, living fireflies buzzing lazily around. People who are here longer than the characters seem puzzled, and more than a few children and adults are out catching them between their palms.

Ghosts of years ago.

So, for the past three months or so now, there have been ghosts intermittently showing up in the Sphere. Some ghosts are ones you know, some ghosts aren't, but for the most part there has been very little lasting interaction. Until now. As there's introspection happening, the ghosts are more and more drawn to it, but only now there's something less intelligent in their eyes: there's a hunger. Ghosts are trying to leech off the life forces of everyone in the Sphere, and the best way to stop them is not to be alone. But either way, death is stalking the feast, and it's haunting you.

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[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-11 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"That can be a hazard." He's not worried about getting blisters himself; although this isn't the sort of work he's used to, he's used his hands enough for other things that he's thick-skinned enough not to be bothered by this.

"I think this would be a good time for a break."
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[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-11 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I am." More than he had expected to. He's already noticed his mood improving in his short time here, now that he doesn't have to worry about his survival, or anyone else's. It helps too to know that it will all work out in the end, even if it's not how he would have expected it to.

"You can sit here."
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[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2020-01-11 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay." She took another step forward, placing Jon's hand around her waist. "We need to stand close, like this, and you hold me like this."

He gaze met his and she struggled not to blush. They were standing close together now.

"The male leads but I can do that for now. I know all the steps." She stepped back and gently guided him to follow the step with his own foot.
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well that’s where she was from. There wasn’t another name for the North, and Westeros was the continent, with Winterfell as her keep and the town around it.

“You sound like my friend, and what I believe she would have done had she been able.” Margaery loved the people, and the people had loved her. “I think a bit of levity and thanks is certainly in order for my people. Truly I would not be where I am if not for the support and love of the Northerners. I do desperately wish them to know that.” And a masked ball was the perfect solution.

“Thank you, for your thoughts. Perhaps for my next nameday, as you said.”
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sunset

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
“Come, then,” she says, gentle but firm, trying to direct the other woman away from the fires and smoke. “Let us catch our breath. Perhaps something sweet will calm your mind?”

As the eldest daughter, Sansa had done a bit of what others would call “mom-ing.” She had no qualms about stepping into the role again.

“What feels odd?”
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
“Like father like son, as they say.” Her father hadn’t committed treason. He stood by the King’s orders. Joffrey was just a shit and was looking for an excuse to show his powers.

“And if you did, what’s the worst I could do? Have you sent to the wall?”
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
“There’s plenty to eat still if you’re hungry?” Shes poured another glass for another person, handing it to them with a patient smile. “Perhaps some shade?”
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[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-11 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Something to eat sounds good." And then he can sit in the shade and eat it. Yes. That sounds like a plan.
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[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-11 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I learned from the best." His father -- his true father -- hadn't either, although he had been killed by a man who had. Which is a thought that Jon is still trying to get used to.

"I have heard that that is an acceptable punishment for traitors."
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[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
That much at least he picked up from the lessons, even if the rest of them didn't take. Luckily at least he's used to moving his feet, from all of his training in using a sword. It's not the same, exactly, but it keeps him from stepping on her toes more often than he might have otherwise.

"How am I doing?"
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[personal profile] unbreakable_king 2020-01-11 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, Rhy was much like the Tyrell lady. There is a lot to be said for being loved by your people, especially when there were those who judged him for insufficient magic to be a functional member of society. To be beloved is to have power, to be granted rulership not by birth or divine right, but by the will of the people.

"There is no greater thing than to be loved by your people, and to love them. You are no doubt a great lady."
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Have you tried a sand-witch?" She asks him, over-pronouncing the word as she tended to do. "You can put all sorts of things between slices of bread."
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just not the dancing." She'd danced with her father before, letting her stand on the tops of his boots as Ned had whirled his eldest daughter around the Great Hall of Winterfell.

"But do they accept true knights?"
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-11 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"There is not. I have seen how people fair when they rule with fear." Cersei. Joffrey. Daenerys. "That is no way to win loyalty." All of them were dead now.

"Thank you. As, I am sure, are you."
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[personal profile] unbreakable_king 2020-01-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I doubt I am a great lady," Rhy laughs, before holding his hand out to her. "I have a theory that you will best understand how to dance, my lady. Will you do me the honor while we speak? I've so many questions about your lands."

Because he LOVES to learn about other countries. Places he could never go. People he could never meet.
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Charis | OTA

[personal profile] wasinnocent 2020-01-12 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Dancing

The dress Charis has on is rather simple. In a way she finds it ironic that she's been given something that reminds her both of her home planet and of the ancient times when she first arrived on Earth. The truth is, she's not particularly interesting in going to this event, or any event here. For the first time it seems like the isolationism that often plagues her people is starting to twist inside of her. She's kept more and more to herself and to the strange growing dragon that she and Loki found. A dragon isn't precisely much of a companion, but in some ways it feels more comfortable than the other people here. In the end when she comes it's almost as though she feels it's expected that she do so.

The mask she's got on is a contrast to the dress. Though, also, oddly fitting. For the most part she's off to the side, watching others and drinking. A lot. She's drinking way more than any human should, but luckily she's not human. Maybe she'll hit drunk eventually, but probably not, which is oddly disappointing.

Ghosts

Anyone seen the Three Musketeers? Remember the plucky new comer d'Artagnan? He was cute! Dreamed of being the best musketeer ever and he gets to that point somewhere along the lines. Charis remembers him fondly. She remembers going back every few years to meet him somewhere and spending a night or two together. She remembers him being the first human she ever told the truth to. She also remembers him being the first, and only, human she's ever made the grave mistake of falling in love with. Because you know what humans do? They die. They die quickly and easily and then they're never seen again.

Until now. Until a ghost in the form of her old lover seems to shimmer into view while she's alone crossing through one of the domes. Empaths feel what others feel. Or what other places feel. Too bad she's an empath that can't actually control what she feels. It overwhelms her, seeing him, feeling what she felt back then, and then feeling something else. What is that something else?

"Charles...?" There's confusion in her voice and something else. It's doing something to her isn't it? Snap out of it, she tries to tell herself, but she's feeling weirdly drained and...what's happening?
Edited 2020-01-12 01:03 (UTC)
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Lorna Dane || OTA

[personal profile] ferrokinetically 2020-01-12 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Dancing Through Life
Nobody can ever claim that Lorna doesn't stick to her theme. She's got a black jacket and skirt on instead of a jacket and a bat mask (the jewels are green of course). She's got grey lipstick on that almost resembles a corpse. It's a look, that's for sure. One that she seems exceptionally comfortable with.

She's got a glass of wine in hand as she moves around through the crowd of people. If she bumps into someone she's polite, apologizes, but seems to try to just walk off after the apology. If you keep talking she'll stick around, possibly. Probably. If asked to dance though, that may be get quite the opposite response. It's been a very long time since she's actually danced.

"Where would I put the glass?" It's her excuse to not dance. She has a glass of wine, she can't just put it down, right?


Aurora Borealis of Course
The colors draw Lorna to them. Of course they would with what they mean to her. Marcos. Dawn. Family. So much more. It's strange how much it pulls at her, how it draws her to the skyline and then, without thinking, her own powers start to swirl around her. Green mist with specs of yellow swirl around her hands, weaving in between her fingers. The mist grows and surrounds her entire body, snaking around like some sort of living creature. Metal objects around her, or perhaps even on poor people that have the misfortune of passing by her right now, start to shake. After a few seconds she lifts off the ground herself and just floats there looking up at the sky. It's probably quite the spectacle, but she doesn't care. She's never particularly cared what others think and for a moment it feels nice to let go.
Edited 2020-01-12 01:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2020-01-12 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Human adults, huh? Weird...Then again, not unusual for the Sphere.

"Fruit has natural sugars, which is about the only stimulating thing we're allowed." Rhys's breakfast is actually comprised of a large selection of fruits, along with a bowl of yogurt and granola. It's his go-to.
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Day 2

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2020-01-12 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Rhys blushes and reaches into his coat pocket to pull out his mask. "I was hoping to get away with not wearing it...I wanted to find you as fast as possible, so I scanned the crowd," he says.

Still, he attaches the mask, winking with his robotic eye.

"Care to dance?" he asks as he offers his hand.
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new day

[personal profile] devilsandangels 2020-01-12 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Alfred had joined the others. He smiles when he sees Sansa, familiar after their few conversations and the like. She is wearing a crown and he finds it a very tasteful one. While he had his own crown it was something he had not worn in a long while and didn't particularly intend to start wearing again. The weight of it was a heavy one and in Hadriel and now here it had felt like an unnecessary burden to carry.

"Good morning, grace," Alfred greets her with a smile, gesturing to a spot beside her. "May I join you?"
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dancing

[personal profile] beboth 2020-01-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Theon had been all but dragged to the party by Sansa. In truth, all he needed to know was that she wanted to go and he would do as she wished because he liked to do what he could to make her happy and he failed at that so often. So, at least a party is something that he could do adequately even if he felt uncomfortable around so many people anymore. Sansa seems to come alive in all of it. He's often on the outskirts just watching her and he can't help but feel like that at times he really holds her back... she will be better off when she goes home and he is not there. He hopes anyway that she will allow herself to eventually.

"Do you want t dance now?" he questions her after he drinks some and she's returned from a dance with someone else.
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2020-01-12 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Some people are just what they are. And Tommy...

"Dude... It's like, you ever take aspirin for a headache?"

because that's what caffeine is for him. But for focus.
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-14 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
She laughs, and takes his hand. "I love to dance," she said, and let him lead the way to the dance floor. It'd be good to dance with someone who truly knew how. Theon and Jon could stumble their way through, but someone who she didn't have to worry about stepping on her feet? It made her feel like a girl again.

"I shall tell you everything you'd like to know, but you must answer my questions in return." Like Rhy, Sansa was curious and the more she knew about other cultures and countries, the more she could bring back to her people.
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-14 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Good morning!" She greets him, waving a hand in greeting. Without even being prompted, she scooted over slightly, and patted the space next to her on the blanket.

"I would be honored to share my blanket with you."
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[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-14 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
One day, she would return home. But not today. Today, she wants to spend as much time as she can with her beloved, no matter what.

"I would be honored," she says, looking over at him with a fond smile. "Try not to tread on my feet- Jon's already turned them into mincemeat."

Jon hadn't been that bad.

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