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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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Wanda Maximoff - OTA

[personal profile] minus1twin 2020-01-07 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Day One – Out with the Old

She didn't have much to burn but there were pieces of her past that Wanda thought were best to finally leave behind her. There was always a chance that they'd come back, the Sphere was unpredictable in that way, but for now she was going to try and move forward.

It was a simple offering, a letter held carefully between her hands as she approached one of the smaller fires. She nodded to those nearby and as she hovered close to the flame, hesitating, she was left alone. The crowd was close but it was quickly apparent that they were offering a little privacy as she said goodbye.

Wanda looked down at the paper and her vision blurred as tears glimmered in her eyes. "You would want me to be happy." As difficult as it was, she couldn't allow herself to be locked in the past. It was harder here, knowing that Peitro or anyone else might suddenly appear, but she couldn't survive on hope alone. "Thank you. For everything you have taught me."

She released the paper in the flames and watched as the ashes danced up towards the roof of the domes. "Goodbye."


Day Two – Dancing Through Life
[ooc: this is an ota, let me know if you want something specific since Wanda will be more eager to just relax and have fun.]

It was time to celebrate and as these chances hadn't come around very often, Wanda decided to seize the moment. Her dress was conservative, hanging off her shoulders with the red silky waves of her hair pulled over one shoulder. She wore a few different necklaces, including one that she'd been given by Laura for Christmas, as well as her usual bracelets and rings. Her mask on the other hand was unique and stylized to fit the adornments she wore while the simplicity of her dress accented everything else. Wanda wasn't ever concerned by fashion but she managed to balance the look well.

She had an escort when she first entered the mask and while she had to convince Jason to join her, she was happy that he had come.

Throughout the night she mingled as best she could and took as many chances as she could to do something she normally wouldn't do. Her attentions always gravitated back to Jason, having been the reason that he had attended at all, but she tried to say hello to those she recognized and experience the fun that a night with no restrictions offered her.


Day Three – Horrors of the Past

It had been an exciting few days but after all of the frivolity, Wanda decided to spend the final day of the celebration relaxing. She sat out of the way and smiled as she saw everyone bustling around her. She occasionally had a drink in her hand and could be found around the barbeque or sitting near the newly blooming flowers.

As she sat, she didn't notice the hovering spirit seated behind her, slowly leeching the life out of her slender frame.

After a few hours she found herself growing tired, her usual rosy complexion turning pale.
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Enis Edrin [Open to All]

[personal profile] blindpuppet 2020-01-07 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Day 1; A New Day

Enis didn't celebrate many holidays. She hadn't grown up with them and any traditions that her mother might have practiced were lost and forgotten. That didn't mean that she didn't watch whatever odd holiday the Sphere was celebrating but that she usually did so from the sidelines.

This holiday she did not like.

There was no coffee and from someone who never slept, she desired the bitter taste that reminded her that it was morning. It was really the only thing that separated the day from the night.

So she moved through the breakfast tables, grumbling to herself the entire way. It wasn't difficult to tell that Enis was not in a good mood and there was very little that was going to alter that, unless someone could magically produce coffee since the entirety of the Sphere was on a cleaning binge.

This was what hell looked like…


Day 2; The Ball

She didn't like dressing up or dances of any kind but Enis decided to give this particular event a chance. It helped that she'd been able to drink coffee the entire night before. It also helped that everyone was wearing masks. Unless they knew Enis, no one would have guess that she was the one who walked in.

The dress was elegant as it accented curves that were usually hidden beneath jeans and a leather jacket. Her hair was lightly curled around her jaw, brightening her cheeks with a rosy hue that appeared churberic in its nature. The usual furrow of her brow was covered by a dark blue and black mask, set with jewels that accented the vibrant blue of her eyes. She walked with her chin held high, her hips swaying slightly as her heels clicked against the floor.

It was only when she stopped and found a place to stand that she appeared awkwardly placed. Enis didn't dress up. She sometimes wore dresses but none swept the floor like this one and it was odd to suddenly be wearing something new. She has yet to decide if she likes it.

Her gaze occasionally swept over the room, looking for one man in particular as well as identifying the location of liquor. It didn't traditionally affect her but it was free and she was going to drink whatever amount it took to feel the intoxicating buzz it provided.


Day 3; A New You

Enis hasn't been able to sleep for years and yet last night she felt the heavy weight of unconsciousness and awoke with a restful sigh. She hadn't dreamed, she wasn't so lucky, but it felt as if everything had changed. Her thoughts were clearer despite the ever humming of the computer chip in her head.

She was stunned and as she left the dorms she found herself wandering aimlessly through the domes.

She was pulled into cooking and being unwilling to argue burned a hefty amount of meat before she was promptly asked to stop. No matter what happened, Enis couldn't shake the dazed feeling at the sudden rest. She hadn't thought it was possible but something in the Sphere had allowed her to sleep.

It was a distracting thought and for the next few days, Enis didn't really seem like she was aware of what was going on around her.
Edited 2020-01-07 16:08 (UTC)
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Tommy Shepherd | OTA

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2020-01-07 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
No Caffeine?

There is a serious problem here. And that problem is that Tommy CANNOT easily opperate with The first time someone says that he has to wait until sunset gets the most debelieving look that could ever be managed by a guy like Tommy who was pretty used to believing all of the shit. This? This isn't okay.

There is, maybe, one way this can be fixed. WHich comes in the form of Tommy cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting as loud as he can for anyone who can hear.

"I will do just about anything for a cup of coffee!"

If only he was joking.


Auroras

The whole process of the new year has been... weird. Tommy frankly didn't much like it. Sure the party had been fun but he hadn't really enjoyed it enough to stick around. It wasn't his normal sort of one. So instead he had moved on the best he could and spent the night with Speedy. And today? Today had been nice. Sure he'd helped out like everyone did, but nothing had really been that GREAT until today. Now he's had a full meal, he'd gotten to clean up, and tonight he's lying out on the ground staring up at the aurora, fireflies in his hair like a crown of lights, and two cups of coffee near at hand.

"Hey," he says to anyone who approaches, his eyes not moving from the light show. "Guess it beats Times Square?"


Baby Ghost

Definitely not the normal of the ghosts that have been around here. Did anyone else notice that there is this two year old little boy with black hair and anger in his eyes? Won't he be interesting to deal with? Because he wants what might not be easily given. Your energy and life.
Edited 2020-01-07 17:13 (UTC)
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Rhy Maresh | OTA

[personal profile] unbreakable_king 2020-01-07 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Dancing Through Life

It is strange, is it not, to celebrate the turning of the year so soon? The new year was not even three months ago back home. But it's good anyway. Learning the styles of other cultures is a thing that should be celebrated. ANd when it involves a party? Well, Rhy always loved a good ball. Came with being a prince.

For now though he's definitely making his way through the evening, dressed to the nines in the style of a victorian era man. Lots of brocade, lots of silk, a touch of velvet. All, including his mask, done in crimson accented with swirling goal.

And oh how he delights in the party for its own sake. Little of the dancing is what he's used to, but it doesn't stop him from enjoying things. Anyone who offers him a dance will be obliged, even if he doesn't know what he's doing. And there is no doubt that he will flirt with anyone and everyone he sees who is of sufficient age. After all, Rhy is definitely a charmer, even before he's in his cups.


A New Day

Never before has Rhy been given a chance to work with his hands, so the second people suggest that he starts planting in the garden, he smiles. The man sheds his coat and offers his hands, and find himself pleased enough with the task to dedicate to it for a while.

When he's tired and a touch more sore than he's used to he moves past the meditation and yoga, those requiring a sort of patience that magic training also did and that he'd never been any good at. Instead he relaxes in the sunshine, talking to anyone who would hear him, asking about the strangeness of the rituals here.

But what gets him the most is the end of the night. He's used to lights both otherworldly and magical. But nothing like this. The second they start Rhy is left standing there, gasping up at the lights.

"What... what are those?"
unknownmoirai: (Focusing)

Angel/Inesã ~ Open

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2020-01-07 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Sunrise; Day i.

It's a beautiful day and Inesa happily takes the chance to watch as a glow of light peaks upon the horizon and spreads like the sun across the sky, coating the dorms in a magical light that nearly rivals the radiance of the sun. It was like every other day but something new has happened and she felt the excitement and readiness of the unknown lift her spirits. Her eyes set on the horizon, her long wheat colored hair glimmering in the dawn light as it hung in untidy waves between slender shoulders. She's still wearing a pair of plaid sweatpants and a baby pink tank top that she often wears when spending time among Seregil's mountain of pillows. Lancelot, the small white bunny, was carefully held in her arms while matching white bunny slippers cover her feet.

She's smiling, her attention fixed until the light has fully encased the dorms, tell them all that the day has truly begun.

Inesa makes her way back to her room to change into a cute yellow dress with a bag slung over her shoulder that fits Lancelot perfectly inside of it. She heads out of her apartment and eventually finds herself walking among the newly bloomed flowers in the agriculture dome.

She spends the rest of her day in the company of the beautiful plants, listening to the echoes of birdsong and occasionally adding her lovely voice to the music.


Sunset; Day i.
[ooc: content warning for drugs, burns and emotional manipulation via magic. Song reference is here.]

Drugs were an entirely new concept to the young angel. She knew that such products existed but it had never been something she was interested in. Perhaps she should have noticed the effect of the smoke on those around her but Inesa was blissfully unaware, enjoying the cracking heat of the flames as the warm danced across her skin.

She inhaled and after some time she felt the heady sensation of the smoke as the warm sensual whisps filled her lungs and addled her senses.

It was so very hard to think.

Inesa closed her eyes and leaned back, curling up next to the fire as she fell into a hazy dream state. As she did, she began to sing, her voice soft and sweet, but with a magical edge that pulsed with the same relaxed air that she felt weigh on her limbs.

We've been chasing out demons down an empty road.
Been watching our castle turning into dust
Escaping our shadows just to end up here
Once more
And we both know


Her eyes open, a daze blue gray staring up at the air just above the fire, where the heat shivered and bent the air. It was like magic and in her haze she reached for it. The tips of her fingers brushed against the heat of the flames but it didn't hurt, she couldn't feel it and as she pulled her hand away the burn began to quickly heal.. Through all of this, she never stopped singing.

And even though we might have lost tonight
The skyline reminds us of a different time
This is not the world we had in mind
But we got time.


Dancing; Day ii.

It was a grand party, in size and measure, crowded to its brim. She dressed appropriately though the dress she had made for the even was more complicated than her usual wear, adding an exciting air of mystery and wonder to the masquerade. The light pinks and white of the fabric accented the color of her skin framing lovely sections of pale skin. Her hair was styled up with two loose strands framing either side of her cheeks and pulling everything together was a simple pink lace mask.

Inesa wondered if anyone would recognize her or if any of her friends had decided to attend as well.

Her steps skirted the edge of the gathering, watching the glittering lights and the colorful forms dance and bend like little pieces of wrapping paper floating on the wind.

As the night wore on, she eventually found a small solitary sphere where the music was loud enough to hear but only as a distant echo drifting through the spheres. A soft blue light reflected throughout the room while a large window opened into the ocean.

String instruments begin to resonate through the sphere and she found herself smiling at the familiar song. "I remember this song." Her fingers delicately lifted the waves of white and pink silk swirling around her waist as she raised her arms in the position of the dance. It's been years since she danced but the treasured memory remained.

It didn't matter that she's alone.

Her eyes closed and her mouth shaped itself into a warm smile. Magic shimmered around her frame as a phantom imagine of wings unfurling from her shoulder blades. It wasn't her wings but a bit of the magic seeping from her human form.


Aurora Borealis; Day iii.

It was almost like the night sky. Stars and lights glimmered across the surface of the dome, stripping and dotting the area in an infinite storm of beauty. She knew that it wasn't infinite but a little part of her wished that the view truly was endless.

She sat out of the way with her knees curled up to her chest. She wore a peach colored sweater that acted as a dress and her usual worn brown traveling boots. Her hair was back in their usual braids, falling over the front of her shoulders.

"It's so beautiful. I wonder if this is what the sky looks like above the water." She spoke to herself but aloud for anyone else to hear. Her voice was wistful and light, that of a dreamer wishing to fly with her head driving in the clouds.


Wild Card; iv.

ooc: Anything else is welcomed.
king_inthenorth: (overhead)

dancing

[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-08 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
It turns out she's not as alone as she thinks. Jon, who had grown up in a House that had celebrations similar to this one but had rarely been allowed to participate in them fully, hadn't taken much convincing to agree to come. (Sansa probably would have made him, anyway, if he didn't come willingly.)

He appears next to her, wearing a tunic over a shirt, trousers, and boots. It's a look that in some places would be called medieval, but to him it's just the sort of thing lords wear to parties. Or princes. The tunic has an iridescent sheen to it, because what's the point otherwise?

He would probably have a bigger problem with what he's wearing if it weren't topped off with a wolf mask that obscures his identity.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself."
unknownmoirai: (Ah!)

dancing

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2020-01-08 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes were closed as she let the gentle hum of the music move her. So captivated by the sound, Inesa hadn't noticed Jon until the familiar notes of his voice filled her ear. "Oh." Heat flooded to her cheeks, the hue accented and accentuated by the light pink mask she wore.

"Jon." Her heart fluttered when she saw him. "Oh. I am." She smiled and turned towards him, her fingers laced nervously behind her.

"But I am glad that you are here. I was looking for you." Inesa hadn't been sure if he would come but she'd asked him and had hoped they would be able to meet tonight. "But, you found me first."

Her eyes quickly took in his attire and her smile grew. "I love your outfit. You look very handsome tonight." Though, he looked handsome every night.
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[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-08 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It's what I would have worn to feasts if I had been invited to one." At least they didn't happen regularly, and when they didn't happen, he was allowed at meals with the family. Lady Stark just hadn't felt it was appropriate for him to appear around guests.

"None of those feasts were quite like this one though."
unknownmoirai: (I don't know what you mean)

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2020-01-08 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
She took a step forward, her smile warm and inviting. "You were invited to this one and you'll be invited to any others as well." Inesa wasn't in charge of such events but she'd invite Jon if no one else did. He deserved to enjoy himself.

"What were feasts like? Were there no dances?"
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Sansa Stark, ota

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-08 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
A New Day
It's so early, or so it feels like it, when Sansa gathers with others. Her feet are clad in simple slippers, and her dark gray (and furry) bathrobe is wrapped tightly around her, obscuring the view of her nightclothes. Her long hair is secured in a simple braid, which she has slung over one shoulder, allowing all to see the ornate direwolf in a crown she'd embroidered on the back of her robe.

She finds herself in the agricultural dome, sitting below one of the trees on a blanket, a small plate of berries and breads in front of her. She only picks at it, prefering instead to enjoy the birdsongs as she watches the sun rise.

Dancing Through Life
Sansa had been to her fair share of parties in her life. There were dances and feasts all throughout tourneys, but it had been a long, long time since she'd been to one that felt so... freeing. Her long red hair hung in careful curls down her back, held out of her face by the ribbons of her mask The mask itself complemented the dark purple velvet of the gown she wore and the golden accents. Her shoes were flat, given she had more than enough height on her, and hidden beneath the full skirts.

Upon arriving, she's been given a flute of champagne, and it only takes a few for her to feel a bit tipsy, or at least, more wild and free. Throughout the night, Sansa flits amongst the crowds, drinking and eating, laughing and, of course, dancing. She's no good at the more modern dancing, but her every movement is carried with grace. She's here with Theon, of course, but that never stops her from accepting dances from handsome strangers, or laughing at their flirtatious attempts.

By the time the party winds down, Sansa's learned a few new dances and songs, and has taught a few more.

A New You
Morning came far too soon for Sansa's tastes, but here she was, dressed simply as she joins in what appears to be the final leg of the new year celebration. During the day, she can be found helping to plant flowers, or help serving the many citizens of the dome. It's nice to have a bit of a lazy day, enjoying the sun. She doesn't even realize until much later that oh- she feels better today than she has perhaps since the day King Robert came to Winterfell.

Ghosts
There's a new man around. He's tall, with hair graying at his temples, a goatee and a slim build. Handsome, surely, if you fancy someone your mother's age. Don't trust him. Don't listen to his whispers, instead, heed the mockingbird pin at his neck.
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dancing!

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-08 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
She won't lie, Sansa feels more comfortable approaching those that find themselves in garments similar to what she's used to at home. Rhys is one of these. Though the gold and crimson brocade gives her pause, she reminds herself that they're not here, and even if they were, this man is not as fair as any Lannister she's ever met.

"You seem quite at home here," she tells him, referencing how comfortable he seemed in his regal garments, the ease at which he wore them.
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sunset

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-08 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Inesa!" Sansa can't help the scold that comes from her mouth as she reaches for her friend's wrist, pulling it back from the flames. "Careful! You'll--" the admonishment dies in her mouth as she looks at the way her skin stitches itself back together, reforming over the red and raw flesh.

"...you'll burn."
unbreakable_king: Sendhil Ramamurthy in Heroes (The Red and Gold)

[personal profile] unbreakable_king 2020-01-08 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he definitely fails to have the color of a Lannister by any stretch of the imagination, save in color. But as the woman approaches Rhy turns his full attention on her and offers a warm smile and a bow to her. A very elaborate and regal one. Someone has clearly been raised to properly treat women.

"Where else should I be at home? This ball favors the style of home, including the masking. Granted that particular little gala was for my birthday but it was still quite amusing."
king_inthenorth: (listening)

dancing

[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-09 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Jon is dressed in the sort of thing he would have worn to a feast in Westeros if he had been allowed to attend one. A tunic of deep, iridescent red over a shirt and trousers, and the usual boots. It's all topped off with a wolf mask.

"I would ask if you would like to dance, but that's a skill I never picked up."
king_inthenorth: (face to face)

[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"There's no one here to say I'm not invited." He knows why he wasn't, it just hadn't been easy, having those reminders of his place in the family and in Westeros. Or of his lack of place, rather.

"There was dancing. The music was a bit different though. No one wore masks." He hadn't been sure of its purpose at first, but now he's kind of glad to be able to hide behind its anonymity.
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Jon Snow | ota

[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2020-01-09 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Day 1]

While he's not familiar with the exact traditions being celebrated here, at least he is aware of the concept of observing one year becoming another (even if the last few years of his life haven't been ones worth celebrating). He finds a place to watch the sunrise, because it's something to do and he's up anyway, due to not sleeping well anymore.

It's later in the day though that he really feels the spirit of the celebration. He hasn't been here long enough to have accumulated extra possessions, so he's not among those throwing anything on the fire. He's seen what fires can do, anyway, and is wary of them. The smaller fires draw his interest though, and he can be convinced to give the smoke gathering a try.

[Day 2/dancing]

Growing up in a great House of Westeros, he has seen parties like this, but only from the outside. He had never been invited to one, for the simple fact that when you have important guests, you don't invite the bastard to dinner. Or at least Catelyn Stark didn't.

He's not entirely incapable of having fun, so this is a party he's determined to enjoy. Even if most of the music is strange and never learned how to dance. Food and drink are a universal language, and those he can enjoy easily.

He's dressed in a style that can best be described as medieval, with a deep red, iridescent tunic over a shirt and trousers of dark gray, and boots. Topping it all off is a wolf mask. Those who have met him should find him easy to recognize by his accent and his hair, which is pulled back in its usual manner.

[ooc: Costume is in this style in the colors described.]

[Day 3]

When he wakes up, he feels better rested than he has in a long time. In addition to that feeling, he's also in a better mood than he has been in a long time. The last time he felt this good was at Winterfell. He even manages some smiles while he's helping with the planting (he's inexperienced, but strong, and at least this is a good reason to end up covered in dirt). There are more smiles while he helps serve the food at the barbecue.

And by the time the butterflies arrive at the end of the night, he's positively beaming.
toivory: (girlish)

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-09 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
There is knowledge behind the bow, and Sansa returns the gesture, sliding into an effortless curtsey.

"I've heard of masques before, but I've never been able to attend one. Certainly it's something I'll be bringing home with me. Where is your home, my lord?"
toivory: (laughing disbelief)

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-09 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Sansa, beneath her mask, gives Jon a bit of a look.

"You should know me better- I'll make you dance all the same." She holds her hand out to him, a bemused smile playing at her lips. Of course he hadn't paid any sort of attention during their lessons. Robb had, she remembered, and he'd let her practice with him, soaring through the great hall as he counted out the beats for his younger sister.
toivory: (not myself)

day 3

[personal profile] toivory 2020-01-09 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Water?" Sansa's taken a break from her own planting, dirt worn into the knees of her skirts, and instead taken a large jug of water and a basket of glasses around to those who look as if they could use the refreshments. The work is heavy, nothing she is suited to. But a cold glass of water, that she was happy to help with.

Sansa doesn't let him say it one way or another, but pours him a good sized glass.
dont_notice_me: (Hehe!)

Day 1, Sunrise!

[personal profile] dont_notice_me 2020-01-09 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Sayori was having quite a good time during the end of the year festivities. Everything felt so light and welcoming, she couldn't disguise her excitement even if she wanted to. She got wonderful gifts for Christmas and now the domes felt homey and inviting like never before. Surely, it couldn't get any better than that!

When wandering around the gardens to appreciate the many colored flowers blooming there, wearing a very cute dress, she happens upon Inësa and her big smile just grows wider.

"Ah, Inësa! It's so good to see you!" She pretty much skips over to her friend. "Are you here to see the flowers too?"
10milliondollars: (GoldEye)

Day 2

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2020-01-10 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Rhys had experienced this celebration once before, when he'd arrived at the Sphere a year ago. It's different this time around. It's nicer. He has someone special to dance with at the ball, even if she didn't seem the type to go to something like that.

He's dressed in the nice black coat Angel had given him for the holidays, with black slacks. A white undershirt and silver tie are peeking over the top, and in the middle of it all, a black and blue vest can be seen. His hair is slicked back and his shoes are freshly shined. He's chosen to go without a mask, not wanting anything to prevent him from finding that special lady.

Naturally, he's scanning the crowd for her, EchoEye lit up a brilliant gold and causing him to stand out a bit. He finds her across the room, awkward despite the gorgeous dress she's wearing. Rather than move around the edge of the dance floor, he cuts through it, moving straight for her.
Edited (found the link to the picture of the coat) 2020-01-10 18:28 (UTC)
10milliondollars: (ugh)

No Caffeine

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2020-01-10 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
The most unfortunate part of this new year celebration, aside from the fact that he's still stuck here, is that there's no coffee. It's his second time experiencing this offense. He's out with everyone else, trying to suffer through breakfast, when some inconsiderate jerk nearby yells.

He looks up to see the offender, and while he normally wouldn't want to get involved, he decides screw it.

"You and probably half of everyone here, pal. Doesn't mean we'll get it. Just suffer in silence with the rest of us."
spoiledbugboy: (The one thing he LOVES)

Auroras

[personal profile] spoiledbugboy 2020-01-10 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Is Haga the party type? Absolutely not, so the festivities that had been going on for the past days were met without much enthusiasm on Haga's part. Sure he participated here and there, but mostly to get free food. Sure, he was feeling a little more positive these past days for the lack of a better term, but he still didn't really feel like mingling a lot.

On the third day though? He feels light and carefree, and there's a legit bounce to his step that surely has never been there before. And when he hears wind of the fireflies floating about during the aurora, that just makes him even more giddy. The first insects ever since he got in this place! Why, to him, that was enough reason to celebrate.

He's mindlessly catching a couple fireflies here and there in a jar, smiling at them and... was that a giggle? Nah, probably just your imagination. He's not even noticing the spectacle in the sky with how enthralled he is about the tiny, bright bugs.

When he hears a familiar voice, he stops his random wandering, spotting Tommy laying about on the grass, eyes gazing up. He finally tilts his head up proper to watch the sky and the dancing colors and lights fill his eyes.

"Wow... that's... that's gorgeous." For a moment he forgets about the fireflies, but he still holds the jar close to him in his arms. Even if this aurora isn't the real deal, it sure feels like it.

"Never been to Times Square though." He tries to imagine how that is, with all the people and the exploding fireworks.
unbreakable_king: Sendhil Ramamurthy in Heroes (Default)

[personal profile] unbreakable_king 2020-01-10 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that curtsey is a woman who knows very well how to do one. It's nice to see it. Not that he likes them back home, it just underlines stupid things. But this? It's nice to see here, a touch of familiarity.

"You should most definitely take it home. I prefer the one where the entire face is obscured. Where prince and pauper are equal. It's a delight," he grins. "But please, my lady, do not call me 'lord'. My title did not truly come here with me. I am Rhy Maresh, of Arnes. And you?"
doubled_speed: (I'm Quicksilver Fast)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2020-01-10 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Suffer in silence? Tommy glares at the person that called him out and he's there in a second, his hands shaking because it's harder for him to keep them still like this.

"Yeah, people like caffeine. Doyoueven know how harditisto focus?"

Caffeine is part of Tommy, part of how he manages his speed, his mutation.

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