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Who: Everyone
What: The open April log.
When: The month of April.
Where: All over.
Notes: N/A
What: The open April log.
When: The month of April.
Where: All over.
Notes: N/A
April Open Log
All you need is love.
So the Sphere heard that some of you guys are lonely. It doesn’t want you to be lonely so it has decided that even though it’s not really February the people within its confines and connected to them deserve to have a sort of Valentine’s Day anyway. Celebrating love (all sorts of love, definitely not merely the romantic sort) is on display. Think pink and red and white and loads of hearts and rainbows.
all you need is some kind of love.
In the middle of the merchant dome, some of the stalls pushed aside a large pink and white stripped tent is set up. Inside is a series of small tables, each set up with numbers and two seats each. When people go in and register to receive the number, they are given three initial options. Option one is romantic dating with further subcategories based on gender preferences (if any) and orientation. The second option is for friendship. The Sphere wants you to make friends! A third option only open to the adults within the Sphere is for hooking up and no strings attached sex. That is also sectioned by orientation and preferences.
Each option you pick allows people to talk for five minutes before people move onto the next person. At each station is the option for ice breaker cards. Think would you rather or describe your perfect date (date date or a friendship date. Whichever you’re working on.) Should players wish it, there are various unnamed NPCs around for people to chat up, hook up with or whatever. Go a little bit nuts with it.
it's all for a good cause
John put a post up that calls for the option to sign up for (or to be signed up by someone else) for a date that’s auctioned off. She somehow managed to convince Max to host said auction (but don’t ask how. You don’t want to know what she had on him) so he is your MC for the night.
The gala takes place in the same tent as the speed dating, but it’s been made over to look rather gala like. There’s fairy lights and silk on the tables and an open bar with circulating free champagne. And everything else of course. As always with the sphere there’s food in abundance, things that typically one might think of in a romantic context: strawberries and oysters and chocolate and finger foods. It’s that sort of party. None of it has any effect though. Too many people imbibing for that.
There’s a small band playing for people who are interested in dancing, and various NPCs are currently using it. It’s a good party, lively and inviting.
i get by with a little help from my friends.
So, you know how the people within the Sphere tend to force festivals on you? Well, a big part of those is always food and gifts. These particular foods and gifts tend to come in the form of small valentine’s cakes or candy, or flowers for those not inclined for food. The flowers are yellow however, because this isn’t about love. This is about friendship. There’s signs for free hugs, and random people have been hired to go about telling folks that so and so is their friend. Even if they’re not. But they’ll still follow you down the street and spout things like poetry and cheers in the honor of epic friendships. Even if they’re not really all that epic--the friendships or the poetry.
let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars
Some people may remember a few months ago when Alex badgered Max into letting them have an open area movie screening. This time she didn’t need to do it! In the middle of the rec dome, a large screen has been set up, and there’s space for people to have blankets or chairs from home set up in front of the screen. Various vendors have set up carts or stalls here and there, selling the sort of foods that one would expect at the movies (popcorn, homemade candies, soda, juice, wine and beer, nachos and that sort of thing) along with some that one may not expect: (full curry dinners, burgers, basically a bit like a food truck festival. If you can imagine it it’s there.)
Before the movie, there’s cartoons running, some familiar, and some not, and this is an event that people have seemed to have taken to well. Children run around here taken with the idea for the movie, and it’s a fun, summery festive sort of atmosphere with a community vibe, despite the wine and beer for sale.
we're heckling! it's good to be heckling again!
The movie is a buddy movie double feature, and both of them are rated R, but there’s no one checking IDs so go nuts. The movies that are being shown are Hot Fuzz and The Heat because that’s just what buddy comedies happen to be. But movies aren’t to everyone’s taste and there are some people who have taken this to go full on commentary about them. Do you join in or shush them? It’s entirely up to you!
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dumb dumb dumb DUMB
If Eddie notices or says anything nice that'd be swell, but he won't, because they're just friends, and that's fine. (Richie's noticed Eddie's neat part, but that's different. He doesn't want to compliment him if there's a chance it'll make Eddie feel weird, knowing what he knows about Richie now.)
Richie bumps his shoulder back against Eddie's in return, a little bit harder, and flips him the bird before quickly grabbing at the blanket again before his end hits the ground.]
It's not my fault you're slow as a turtle on crutches!
[Eddie's elbow definitely catches him a little rough, but Richie laughs through it, trying his best to jam his foot down on one of Eddie's as they walk.
Within minutes, they're at the rec sphere, and Richie stops walking to take it all in, the food and decorations and noise, nerves and excitement warring in his gut.]
Where d'you wanna sit?
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His skin feels a little raw still where he'd scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed at arms and legs and neck and face until it tingled, but that could be chalked up to several spirals all occurring at once. He didn't have time to pick through which issue it was exactly that kept him in the hot water so long, and frankly he's thankful for that. Really he doesn't want to spend the whole night in his own head, he just wants to have a good time with his friend. Is that too much to ask? He can ignore the way the neck of his deliberately plain t shirt rubs against too-sensitive skin. )
Uh, does it matter?
( Yes. Everyone knows there's implications to where you sit in a movie theatre, and Eddie can only imagine it's the same for a pseudo-outdoor cinema too. Everyone knows what it means to sit in the back.
...And yet the thought of being seen by someone who might look too closely wins out over the fear of suggesting something Richie might protest too though. Eddie just frowns and shuffles uncomfortably before nodding his head towards a fairly open space towards the back. It's not like Richie is thinking about it as much as he is, after all. )
Up there's good. If you don't mind. We can sit somewhere else I don't care, there's just a lot of space and it's near the food so it seems good.
( He shuts off the nervous ramble with a quick snap of his jaw, rubs his face and then promptly stumbles to keep the blanket off of the floor again. )
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[Richie gasps like he's been injured. The implications of sitting up back wouldn't exactly go over his head, but that's not what he's thinking about right now. What he is thinking about becomes patently obvious with his next words.]
I can't believe you just fucking said that. Do you think a movie looks and sounds and feels the same in the front row as it would, I don't know, in the middle left? Who are you, dude?
[He's still shaking his head when Eddie pipes up again, and then flushes a little at Eddie's choice. There are already a few very obvious couples sitting nearer to the back, and Richie's heart kicks up into awful nervous palpitations at the implication of them sitting there too, but he doesn't want to say no, either.
Instead, he puts on a deep, bizarre voice he's never used before, and starts dragging them in the direction Eddie had pointed.]
Near the food? Say no more! Why, heaven to me looks like an endless refill on nachos!
[They end up further from the vendors than Richie's words imply they'll be, but if Eddie brings it up, he'll move them closer. He hopes he won't. It's a good spot, tucked slightly apart from the rest of the crowd so far.]
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( Eddie makes a point to roll his eyes – mostly because he's a shit, but also to distract from his nervous shuffling. It's just really obvious otherwise, is all. He keeps shifting the weight of the blankets in his arms, fidgeting and peering around and just generally being a bit of an awkward mess.
It's not good. It's really not good, and he's half-convinced that Richie's going to look him in the eyes and just see—
something. anything. something he's still not really admitting to himself, but Richie knows him better than anyone. If anyone's going to drag that little whisper of a shameful secret to the surface, it's him. )
We can't eat nachos, we need popcorn and candy. It's a movie. Who are you, dude.
( Eddie's own voice, an imitation of Richie that's neither kind nor accurate, comes in time for him to unceremoniously dump everything on the floor. The spot they've taken up is good, aside from the heavy date implications that come with it, and Eddie's just going to start arranging all of their stuff to avoid thinking about that. )
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[Instead of looking Eddie in the eyes, Richie just rolls his eyes back, deliberately exaggerated, and then rolls them again and again and again, until he's made himself dizzy. It'll be worth it if it gets a laugh or a rise out of Eddie.]
Okay, duh, but you're crazy if you think I'm not gonna eat nachos when they have nachos, dude.
[At this point, Richie is imitating an imitation of himself.
He drops everything at the same time Eddie does, and then hovers awkwardly for a second as Eddie starts to organize it all. His brain helpfully offers him images of his and Eddie's hands brushing as they try to spread the blanket out, and he flushes and takes a step towards the food.]
So, uh- you've proven that if anyone should be in charge of the snacks it's me, so- be right back!
[And he races off to grab them food, and hopefully collect himself a little as well.
When Richie comes back, he's balancing a drink in each hand, juggling a huge bucket of popcorn and a stack of nachos, and there's some kind of candy tucked in his pocket. Literally everything looks like it's seconds away from crashing and burning.]