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Who: Everyone!
What: December's welcome log.
When: Dec 1st-7th
Where: The Merchant Dome/The Pools
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Notes: This is your December welcome log. Come in, go nuts.


It’s the most wonderful (welcome) time of the year.

The Council knows that being a newb and not knowing anyone (especially when one might be living in close quarters to them in the very near future) can be a real pain in the ass. So, every month they throw a welcome party, the theme and location tend to vary. The theme for December is Holiday Cheer and this month’s party takes place in the Merchant dome. But it’s not the everyday appearance of the merchant dome. No, for the next five days the Merchant dome’s appearance has been altered to look like a sort of Bavarian Christmas Market. There are small clusters of tables every so often, so people can just sit and chat and eat and drunk.

Some enterprising person has even managed to make it snow through some unknown means. It’s not cold, but the snow is soft and steady and slowly building up.

The entire dome, all of the streets and all of the merchant stalls are practically glowing with white fairy lights that are strung everywhere. Vendors in their stalls gleefully cry out to paterons passing by, offering them free food or drinks. The food consists of the sort of things that one might expect to find in a place like this: sausages on buns and on sticks, pretzels, pizza, loads of cookies of every variety that one could think of, including elaborately decorated gingerbread, chocolates, fruits, french fries. Think winter fair food, and be as absurd and as complicated and extra as you want. It is a fair, after all. Go nuts. Drinks are also along the same line: hot cider, mulled wine, hot buttered rum, hot chocolate both with booze and without, as well as all the normal things: water, coffee, tea, milk, soda, and a variety of fruit juices that you’ve both heard of and not.

But food isn’t the only free thing that people are giving away! They’re also offering characters hats and gloves and scarves, small toys, books, delicate ornaments, perfumes, wine… it’s a giant welcome party after all, and these people are cheerful and happy. Even offering to pay just gets met with laughter and being told not to worry about it.

There are even some carnival rides set up! A medium sized ferris wheel, a carousel, a giant slide and ice skating ring are all along the outside of the stalls.

At the far end of the dome, the snow has fallen deeper and held to several inches. Wouldn’t you know it just happens to be perfect snowball snow! So, there of course needs to be a snowball fight! What did you think those free mittens and gloves and scarves are for after all? The snowball fight can be organized into teams, or one on one depending on the player’s choice. This is a friendly fight, of course, so no rocks or slush balls or anything. Well, probably not. No one in the Sphere is your mother.

However, the meeting isn’t just about socializing! the opposite end from the snowball fight, there are smaller tables set up with people sitting behind them. In front of the tables are homemade brightly colored signs that advertise things like jobs and clubs. The people and interests here in The Sphere are hugely varied and people are just so earnest to tell newcomers about them. They’re earnest to the point where they may just actually reach out and grab a person in order to force them to stop and to listen to whatever spiel they happen to be working on. Booths that are in attendance for jobs include: Agriculture: “help grow the food that feeds us all! Farming is life!”, The library: “No skill needed! We’ll teach you what you need to know!” The school system: “Teachers wanted! Education is the right of everyone!” Maintenance: “Help keep the domes clean!” As well as various restaurant booths looking for help for both servers and chefs.

For the hobbies involved they are even more varied. Book club: “we live in a multiverse, let’s read the books from it! With wine!” Garden club: “we want to grow stuff on our terms!” Sprinkled among are various skill learning clubs, among them: woodworking club, smithing, robotics, technology, first aid. It seems that despite the fact that no one is required to work in the City, people are still offering skills as needed.

If discrete enough inquiries are made, a passcode to the Black Market hidden behind some of the stalls is offered. The entrance is hidden enough that someone needs to be looking for it, and there is a rather large bouncer guarding the door and asking for the proper passcode. The passcode of the day happens to be gumdrops.

Inside the black market is large, but much more dimly lit than the regular market dome that the welcome party was held inside of. There are various pockets of people clustered under bright neon lights. The lights, someone confides to you, are code for what they’re offering. And nearly everything is on offer if a person has the ability to make a trade. Things from home, character skills and even favors tend to be the currency here, but watch out: the hawkers within are shrewd and sharp. If they make a deal with someone, it’s nearly always going to favor them. Eventually.

There’s also a large and loud party happening inside. Think of a rave with a large amount of people who happened to be a bit out of their minds. Drugs aren’t given freely here, they’re too valuable, but should someone want to figure out what they’re rolling on, eventually someone will ask or offer. The drug that they are currently using is called ‘self’ and it’s something that affects your character in an intensely personal way. For some, it’s an experience like your favorite cocktail mixed with a vicodin, and for others it’s just like being drunk. For still more people, it’s like ecstasy without the side effects.

The drug has no physically addicting properties.

But seriously though who cares about Christmas?

While the welcome party rages on in the merchant dome, people have made a smaller party in one of the recreation domes. Around the pools, as a matter of fact. There’s almost like a small barbecue clustered around the largest of the three pools, and the light is constant and sunny here. 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. 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. There aren’t any kids though, so people are welcome to go nuts.

Bathing suits and towels are provided in the changing rooms. There’s frozen and fruity drinks flowing freely, along with finger food and snacks. Loud music is playing from a local band that’s just generally of a pop sort. There’s people dancing rather in a rather haphazard fashion, but the dance floor is there and present!

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Aaron | The Walking Dead | OTA

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It's the Most Wonderful Time of the year

When you come from a world as derelict as Aaron's, things like Christmas parties and other get-togethers seem like a thing of the past. It's with a surreal sort of wonder the tall man with the head full of curly brown hair looks around the merchant dome. He can be found awkwardly trying to refuse gifts of hats, scarves, and gloves: "No, really...it's fine, I-I can't...oh, alright. Thank you;" walking slowly with a gentle smile on his lips through the stalls, an almost childlike wonder in his blue eyes, or seated at one of the interspersed tables, sipping a cup of steaming hot chocolate and greeting anyone who seemed to be looking for a seat with a friendly smile and a motion to another chair.

"This is sort of amazing, isn't it?"


You're Never Too Old for a Snowball Fight

It's really only a matter of time before Aaron, clad in his new hat, scarf, and gloves finds his way to the really good snowball snow. He hesitates for a moment before crouching there and getting a few really good snowballs going, starting a little stack with a slightly mischievous smile on his face.

He wags his eyebrows to anyone who approaches curiously, grinning playfully.

"Hey. So, when's the last time you just really cut loose?"

Or, you know, you could just come in swinging, proverbially. All's fair in love and snowball fights.

It's always time for snowballs

[amorea_mortuus_sum]

The day has been more than a bit surreal, starting with the merchant dome itself. People foisting gifts and food on them throughout, and the ambiance that had all disappeared back home when everything went south. Having something like this again is bizarre, but it's also a blessing- watching Aaron has been the best of it all.

Of course the day would devolve into playing in the snow, and he watches Aaron start to compile a small army of snowballs. Which is exactly what Eric is doing in smaller measure. It's not about quantity, it's all about accuracy. So when Aaron is distracted, he lobs a snowball at his back before hiding the other snowball behind his back, feigning innocence with a serene smile. Or at least trying to hid his smirk.

[ubbe]

Ubbe had some mulled wine when he came upon Aaron who seems friendly enough. While he is somewhat wary of people he is perhaps the most open minded of his brothers about strangers, about those who choose a life other than their own lifestyle. He smiles and nods his head in greeting as he takes a seat.

"I have seen nothing like it before." There was nothing of the sort even in England or France and nor the tales that Bjorn and Hvitserk had told of the Mediterranean.

AIn't It Just, Though

[eyefortrouble]

Aya had been standing by the table, arms crossed, a next-to-sour look on her face. Despite that, she did have a large mug of hot cider clutched in one hand. She just stood there, observing everyone, taking in the atmosphere, the sheer eeriness of it all. The dome, the fish, the temperature, the snow...

When Aaron approaches the table, though, she moves to leave. She stops when he addresses her, turning around slowly. Her mouth opens and closes once before she speaks as she decides what tactic to take. "I guess so, yeah. Depending on context. Or, technically speaking." She sees him proffer her for a seat, but puts her own hand up in refusal. "I'm not really a Christmas person."

[ragnarsson]

Ivar sinks down and there's a slight wince upon his face that he tries not to even show at all. This place may have lessened his pain, but nothing ever truly takes it away. But Ivar wouldn't be himself if he wasn't in constant pain. It helped fuel his eternal spite and fury.

He's gnawing on a caramel apple with quite a bit of enthusiasm. "Incredibly. They don't have sugar where I'm from." It's been almost year and half of eating it, but he's yet to get sick of it now that he's developed a taste for the stuff.

Ubbe Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ubbe]

It's New and Wonderful

There are many new sights for the Viking to see as he moves through the merchant dome. There are plenty of rich foods that he tries for the first time, most he likes though he finds them a bit strong in comparison to the simpler fare that he's used to. It would take some getting accustomed to. Upon trying some new overly rich sweet treat he glances at someone nearby who he fancies looks less curious and awed than he does. "Do you know what these things are?"

It doesn't take much longer for Ubbe to find the alcohol, which again is almost all more rich than he's used to but he takes a drink and he observes those around him. He's curious, about this world without much of anything that's familiar.

After becoming pleasantly buzzed he does make his way to watch the rides, though, he seems hesitant to try someone, wary to trust that they're safe at all.

At some point, he does happen upon a snowball fight and while he hadn't intended to get involved he gets nailed in the back with one and is quick to make a snowball and turn around to spot the assailant.

"Was it you?" he questions, there's playful amusement in the tilt of his head and whether innocent or guilty the snowball is thrown with the accuracy of a trained archer who grew up in the North toward the person's shoulder.

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[ Choose your own adventure! I'm not your mom. ]

rides + wildcard???

[wildhorses]

Laura isn't aware that a frozen lake (ice-skating rink?) is a ride or a fun time. Someone tried to offer her ice skates, but the idea of attaching more sharp things to her body made her nervous, so she just stomped onto the ice without a second thought. She's ignoring the pasterns of the skaters, and at least one person gets too close and is upended... by an eleven-year-old girl. The almost casual strength she displays sends both parties slipping backwards across the ice, until Laura gives up and shoves one of her feet into the ice.

There's the sound of metal, and Laura stops immediately, anchored by one foot.

But she doesn't manage to stop herself before she's almost standing on top of a new a new onlooker smelling like Logan did-- of alcohol-- and she looks at him with distrust. Then she moves her foot, pulling it and a long metal claw out from the ice. The claw retracts back into her foot, and she stands slowly, shivering slightly.

Snowball Fight

[ragnarsson]

Ubbe having his back turned towards him was just too much of a temptation for his brother, especially now that things aren't nearly so awkward between them. Really, is he ever going to be deserving of a brother as patient as Ubbe? Probably not. He stiffly knelt down, packed down a snowball, and beaned him right in the back wit hone.

"Maybe," Ivar says, but the smirk on his face says it was definitely him. How many times had they gotten into such fights as children? It was one of the few activities that Aslaug didn't fret over her youngest participating in. Sometimes it would Sigurd, in a rare show of solidarity, and he against the older two, or Ubbe teaming up with him against Hvitserk and Sigurd.

He doesn't even try to avoid the snowball Ubbe throws at him. He's laughing now, something eased in his chest that has been tight for months.

[eyefortrouble]

Bit of a Grinch that she can be around the holidays, Aya is still lured into the market by the smell of all the food. She's drank, she's eaten and she's drank some more and now she needs some sweets. Her brows furrow as she looks over what's on offer. Gingerbread cookies and houses, the multicoloured sugar cookies, candy canes of various colours and flavours, cakes...

"Huh?" Aya looks beside her, a little put off that her sugar-coated musings had been interrupted. "Oh, sure I do." And, Aya? "...what exactly are you looking for?"

Foods

[11calls]

Alex has spent a fair amount of time studying the desserts. She's always had a sweet tooth, but occasionally she can be indecisive, like now. Which was why she was looking at the glass window of the pastry display. And had been for at least five minutes. When the man asks, she just gives him a quick grin and nods. "It's a petit four. It's a little cake with either frosting or some kind of fruit filling in it depending on which one you pick, and it's covered in icing. They're pretty good, if a little sweet."

sidurgu | final fantasy xiv | ota

[obsidien]

a: the cold never bothered me anyway

Snow that is not cold? What in the seven hells is this shite?

[Those are the first words out of Sidurgu's filthy, filthy mouth when he bends over and picks up a handful of the snow littered everywhere. With the white fairy lights everywhere, his pale skin looks just as white as the clump in his hand, and his hair nearly ice blue, making his vivid green eyes stand out more like something unearthly and his black scales and horns even darker-- if such a thing is even possible.

With a look of disgust, he tips his hand and lets it splatter back onto the ground. It's extremely messy, spots of snow getting everywhere.

If anyone is passing him by, their shoes might get splattered-- but he's not going to apologise.]

b: 99 bottles of beer on the wall

[Sidurgu is attempting to turn himself into a high-functioning alcoholic. Ever since he arrived here, he's been looking for a good, stiff one, but unfortunately his tolerance for alcohol is as strong as the day is long-- how ironic, given how nonexistent his tolerance for people is.

At the moment, he has a mug of hot cinnamon cider in hand, but he is still not pleased at it. He's crouching down so he doesn't hit the top of the opening flap of the merchant's tent.]

Haven't you anything stronger? [Just straight up hard liquor, he means. Poor person though, having to deal with a tall dragon man scowling down at them.]

c: black market

[Eventually, the Au Ra does find some place with the stronger, harder drinks. He just had to do much finagling to get to them, and he is not an expert at such manipulations.

Case in point: he is trying to haggle with one of the merchants for a bottle of scotch, but it's slow. And frustrating, with the deepening scowl on his face. Eventually, Sidurgu breaks.]

Fine then-- I shall seek another who has a much better offer for myself!

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[He had been passing by, but isn't one to complain either way whenever snow spatters his hiking boots. One, they're built for that sort of thing, and two, Aaron just isn't really a complainer. That being said, his eyes go wide when he looks up at the man who dumped the snow in the first place.

And doesn't say anything for a moment before shaking his head and looking away, swallowing.]

I...I'm sorry, did you say something?

C

[10milliondollars]

[Rhys had no trouble getting in to the black market. He's not particularly interested in getting his hands on anything, but he did want to check it out. Maybe he'd find something--or someone--useful. He's passing by a particular booth when he hears a familiar voice, a voice that grates on his nerves. But before his mood is dampened, he realizes this is the perfect time to get a little revenge for...earlier.

He smirks, an expression dripping with an air of pride, as he strides over to the dragon man.]

Havin' a little trouble striking a deal, pal~? [His voice is a teasing sing-song.] I'm a pro at the art of the deal~

A!

[11calls]

[Alex Reagan is definitely someone who is used to the snow being cold. After all, she spent most of her life up in Canada where cold and hockey and maple things were constantly on the menu. She's just got one hand extended, and is watching as the snow that collects in her palm doesn't melt. It's so weird that it's not melting, and is instead forming up into a small pile.

When she hears the voice speaking near her, Alex just tears her eyes from the mound and looks to him. Brown widens behind her glasses for a moment before she gets a hold on herself. Focusing a bit, she just watches with a frown as the snow hits her boots.]

I know, it's weird as hell, right?

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[ragnarsson]

[Ivar looks at the slushy wet mess that has now fallen on his shoes. He looks down at them and then up at Sidurgu with a glare. He recognizes the voice from the network.]

Aren't you charming? Tell me, are you trying to piss everyone

laura | x-men | ota.

[wildhorses]

a. MERRY GO ROUND.

Someone's been sitting on the carousel for ages, and that someone is Laura. She's found a pretty pink horse and isn't getting off for love or money. Expressionless, she's got her hands and legs wrapped around the horse's plastic neck in a deathgrip. She'll glare at anyone who approaches. Merry Christmas!

b. SNOWBALL FIGHT.

Laura doesn't, actually, completely understand the concept of snowball fights, or really the idea that any 'fight' can be 'good fun' and not a life or death battle. She's also never really seen snow. She's standing on her own, grubby and dirty and quietly full of wide-eyed wonder when a snowball whizzes toward her, hitting her in the shoulder.

Did you throw that? Because if so, you're about to get an eleven-year-old running toward you, yelling in a vicious battle cry. And if not, well... mistakes happen. Someone did it, and you're being blamed.

c. NO SOLICITATIONS.

Eventually, someone comes over to Laura and offers to get her in a club about reading children's books. Laura doesn't know what any of that is, and shrugs it off, until the hapless and well-meaning person gently grabs her shoulder.

In one fluid motion, Laura has grabbed them back, and used the momentum to vault them into the air and slam them down onto the snowy ground. She draws one tiny fist back, as if preparing to attack, maybe punch? Someone please stop her before she murders this poor person.

d. WILDCARD

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[amorea_mortuus_sum]

Eric is off wandering on his own when he spots the carousel and steps closer to watch. What he didn't expect to see was a small child placing a choke hold on a giant pink horse with a scarily-neutral expression. He's trying not to laugh at the image, because what child does this? Then again.. children are strange for the most part. He watches until it slows to a stop, waiting for others to disembark or pick a steed when he decides to approach her. He doesn't get in her face, merely sits on one of the benches the carousel offers, turning to greet her.

"That can't be very comfortable with as much as you're riding."

Alex Reagan | The Black Tapes Podcast

[11calls]

Most wonderful time of the year 1.

It didn't tend to snow in Seattle very much, or at least have the snow stick and not turn into slushy and gray masses that just left your feet and socks turned into sodden messes. The snow here reminded her of the snow back home, even if it wasn't cold. (She wasn't going to think about how weird it was that it wasn't cold. The whole situation was weird enough, honestly that she didn't need to add that into the equation.)

Taking the scarf and the mittens gratefully, Alex had also accepted a hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps in it because when in Rome. However, there is something that is a really bright shade of neon green that looks almost like a combination between a jello jiggler and a marshmellow. Almost, if it wasn't for that faint glowing that was coming from it. Frowning all the harder, Alex just looked at a person nearby and asked, "um, they wouldn't want to kill us, right?" In her soft and ready for radio Canadian accent.

Later, whether or not Alex has decided upon eating the weird slime thing or not, she definitely can be found just dropping in next to someone who was eating alone with a friendly smile, and an offering of a piece of a cookie from one of the stalls. "Help a girl out? My eyes were definitely bigger than my stomach in this instance."

And we're riding, riding far beyond...

Rides. Rides at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. That was probably fine. After all, if they could put a rollercoaster in the Mall of America or at the top of the Space Needle, then they could definitely do this here. Still, Alex couldn't help but look at least a little nervous as she stood in line for the ferris wheel. Now don't get her wrong, she did actually love rides, but... Maybe this was a stupid idea.

If only she wasn't known for her stupid ideas, honestly. But for right now, she just tugged at the scarf around her neck, tangling the ends of the fringe into knots. Normally, she'd have her recorder or something else to direct her nervous energy into, but for right now, it was just the knotting and a quick flash of a grin. "I know, it seems really silly, right?" If there was one thing that Alex was good at, it was making fun of herself, and she was doing it right now. "I mean if we can trust 'em to make sure we're breathing..."

Snowball fight.

Don't let that only child status fool you, Alex Reagan lived in Canada and she has participated in many, many, many snowball fights. More than that, she pitched softball in high school, so she's got a good arm on her, even if it has been a little while since she's used it for anything more than the PNWS team for the Radio softball team against their rivals of NPR. So Alex has got a pile of snowballs readily made in front of her, and a wicked smile on her face.

When she throws them, and they hit someone, Alex gives a giant woot sound, and then when she herself is hit, she lets out peels of laughter, and occasionally promises of vengeance. Alex's not an angel after all. But she is quite competitive, as only children can be, so she's definitely aiming well.

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Most Wonderful Time of the Year

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Aaron was content to sit at the table, watching the others pass and sip his hot chocolate. They hadn't had hot chocolate of any kind in months, since the last time Heath had brought the packaged kind back from a run, and this was real hot chocolate. It was melted chocolate with milk and vanilla and it was Heaven even without the schnapps. Aaron wasn't comfortable enough to drink here, though, and his drinking wasn't a great idea in the first place.

He looked up whenever Alex sat down, though, offering him half a cookie. Aaron was, after all, easily bought with food.

"How could I say no to that?"

Eric Raleigh || The Walking Dead

[amorea_mortuus_sum]

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Things still seem surreal in the Merchant dome, particularly because of the setup. It's reminiscent of the small Christmas markets that used to pop up from time to time before the world ended. Back when Christmas was a serious event that started in November, but the spirit heightened the closer the holiday got.

The adage that nothing in this world is free rings through his head as he's passed gifts that he does try to refuse, but it falls on deaf ears. Or stubborn ears, he's not sure which. With sheepish gratitude, Eric accepts the gifts- it would be rude to scorn their offerings, right? He can be found bundled in his new hat, scarf, and gloves, sipping on a hot toddy at one of the various tables scattered about. Should anyone join him at the table, he will greet them with a smile, raising his cup.

“You've got to try this, it's really hitting the spot.”

We're Riding in a Wonderland of Snow

It's been a long time since he's been to a festival, and even longer since he's been on any sort of ride. He deliberates in front of his options before sliding in line for the ferris wheel. Normally, he wouldn't ride it on his own, but his boyfriend is busy being a child in the snow and he'd hate to pull him away from it.

“It's been a while since I've been on one of these. How about you?”

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Of course the snow comes as an attraction of interest to Eric, being from the mountains and not having seen snow for a while. While this doesn't have the temperature of normal snow, it's certainly the right consistency.. and it's even packing snow, which is important for the perfect snowball. Being unable to help himself, he forms a decent;y-made snowball between his hands, tossing it at the nearest person who happens to be armed as well.

“Think fast!”

So Very Nice (I'll Hold Your Hands, They're Just Like Ice)

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[eyefortrouble]

Aya looks at Eric like he's a crazy person when he slides into the seat beside her. Her first instinct is of course to bash his face into the front of the pod and get the hell out...but that would be rude, and she's alone in an alien world. And she's full of rum-spiked egg nog. So instead, she answers his question. Eventually.

"Yeah. No, it's been since I was...since I was a kid." Before the car accident that had taken her mother and twin sister. "A really long time. I guess you were so excited you just couldn't wait?" It comes out pretty pointed.

Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ragnarsson]

Food Glorious Food

[The spread of items that are being offered to him remind Ivar of the last place he was any, the city on the moon. There had always been a lot of food and drinks offered there. Each month he'd enjoyed indulging himself, and now that he was in the habit, he's not about to stop now.

Of course, being offered items is new, and considering he's used to being king already, he accepts anything offered to him without fuss. Might as well get some things while the getting's good.

He's been gnawing on a bit of everything and taking time out to try all the assorted hot drinks. When he spies a bright orange neon roll stuffed full of some sort of meat, he turns to the person next to him and asks:]

Have you tried one of these yet?

Snowball Fight

Ivar's just been watching everyone up until now, not really interested in participating. Then someone shouts a warning he's not able to heed in time and a snowball smacks him right in the face. For a moment, he looks furious, but then his face breaks out into a smirk.

"Well, that seemed like it was a challenge," he tells the person who hits him. The leg braces he wore allowed him to bend down, but only just, and he got back up with quite a bit of stiffness. But the smirk on his face remains as he forms a snowball. "Prepare to defend yourself!" He announces before throwing the snowball with all the accuracy of someone who's thrown an axe for the past twelve years.

Black Market

Of course he eventually finds his way into the seedier part of the dome. He haggles hard for some of the stronger alcohol and eventually manages to get a good deal for it. Sometimes, there's an advantage coming from a culture that doesn't always use money as currency.

When his curiosity gets the better of him and he heads over to the rave-like party, he sticks around on the edges of it until someone offers him the drug called self. Others might be cautious, but Ivar's always been fearless almost to the point of stupidity.

He tries some and the sensation hits soon enough, something that reminds him of being on the mushrooms of his home without the addition of hallucinations. Instead, it's an intense feeling like everything has both been sharpened and gotten farther away at the same time. Don't mind him, he'll just be sitting in the corner, studying his hands like he's never seen them before.

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Beverly Marsh | IT (2017)

[gristle]

Food glorious food
This really wasn’t so different than what she expected Christmas in Riverview to be like. It had a similar sort of atmosphere though she was sure that people there weren’t so aggressively happy as they were here. Bev didn’t like it but she was trying not to jump to any conclusions with it. It was hard but she was still trying.

So she had a cup of hot chocolate and a cookie in her hand. Honestly the pockets of her dress were filled with cookies, and when a vender handed her a pretzel, Beverly simply opened her backpack and shoved it inside along with the other assortment of food there. It was getting to be quite a pile, but that was a habit both of being back home as well as of her time in Riverview when she’d ended up being in charge of her own money. And blowing it of course, Bev had never had money like that before.

If someone happened to look at her, the teenager gave them a flat look, her eyes meeting theirs for a long moment before she just couldn’t help herself from simply asking, “what are you staring at?”

Snowball fight

When it came down to it, really, a snowball fight wasn't all that different than a rock fight, and Beverly had been in more than a few of them during her time in Derry. She's got a pretty good throw, even if she might have been more inclined at home to throw a slush ball if people got stupid. But she's flinging herself into this with a smirk and amusement in her eyes.

Rides

Haven't you ever wanted to just go on a ride over and over and over again? Bev did, but carnival rides were expensive, and she was lucky to be allowed to go on one of them never mind repeatedly. Today's ride: the giant slide. Bev would go stand in line, go down it with a laugh and rinse and repeat.

Pool partying.

Back home there was the quarry of course and Bev had spent a fair amount of her summer there before the Fourth of July when things had started to fall apart. There was also the pool at the high school but Beverly never went swimming there and she wouldn’t have wanted to even if the option was available to her to take. But she’d never seen a pool like this, and there was no way that she was going to let someone tell her she couldn't take advantage of it.

Dressed in a modest one piece, Bev is in the warm pool with a sandy bottom, just treading water and staring up at the dome, watching the darkness above her and wondering about how she was swimming in water while under water. It was weird.

Pool partying

[amorea_mortuus_sum]

One of the strangest things to see in the Sphere was probably the pool. There's not really a proper place to swim back home, nor the real time to enjoy it. Kind of difficult to upkeep a swimming pool after the collapse of civilization. Eric isn't dressed so much for swimming as he is for wading, but he's definitely going to join Beverly in her search of the top of the dome.

"It's something, isn't it?"

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age | OTA

[tevinteraltus]

i. Weren't there supposed to be scary ghost stories?

It isn't necessarily unpleasant, this particular celebration, and in many ways, it reminds Dorian of the Feast days, when friends gathered, shared gifts...only none of his one friends seemed to be in attendance in this undersea world. By the time the mage, clad in hunter green robes of some undetermined but not unpleasant fabric, made his way to an unoccupied table to enjoy a rather savory pretzel and sip the delightful buttered rum he'd acquired, he'd also accumulated three books, a woven cap he would sooner die than place over his hair, two pairs of gloves, a bottle of chardonnay, and also one of a deep red wine. If the council, or the other captives, or whoever was responsible for this outpouring of generosity was looking to buy them, they were certainly going about it well enough.

He'll look up from paging through one of his literary gifts when someone joins him, arching a delicate eyebrow at the newcomer.

"Enjoying the free food as well, are we?"

ii. Is this "carolling out in the snow" then?

Curiosity is never far from the forefront of Dorian's mind. He's always been something of a scholar at heart, an innate need to understand the world around him, and, if applicable, further the knowledge and capability of what was known. Finding his way to the grounds on which others were having rather childish games involving hurling balls of snow at one another seemed natural. He wasn't participating of course, but will motion to someone nearby if they're paying attention.

"Would you mind keeping a bit of that? I'd like to study it later."

Now, if anyone decides to hurl a ball at him? Hell hath no fury. You were warned.

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I.

[nobasisinfact]

Richard had already been back to his and Alex's room to return the things that he's procured and change out of the wet clothing from Alex's attempt to goad him into a snowball fight. His hands were currently empty except for a glass of eggnog (heavy on the rum and cinnamon), the rum bottle and a book on a religion that he had never hear of before (clearly, this was a delusion; as there was barely a religion that he didn't know everything about).

When Dorian spoke, he closed the book and looked over. He hadn't actually realized there was another person where he'd chosen to sit. He'd been too curious about the book to notice, but now that Dorian had gotten his attention, he assessed the other man carefully. A curious look, but intelligent eyes. To add to it, the man had managed to do similar to what Richard was doing himself. Collecting spirits.

"Observing." Is the counter. It's true enough or was before he managed to attain the book. "I see you've been introduced to the previous generations endless need to be accommodating." He nods to the pile of spoils that Dorian has procured.

rhus | final fantasy xiv oc | ota

[verstoned]

a: stoning and drinking

What, none of you offer whiskey? [A sigh.] Aye, I'll settle for a mulled wine. [That's coming from a cat-like man lounging around at the counter, not quite sitting yet, as if he hasn't decided whether he wants to stay there or not. His tail curls and uncurls in soft movements, and he lightly twirls a small silver pipe of Far Eastern origin in his hand. There's a sleepy look in his eyes-- he looks well on his way to being stoned, honestly.

The smoke about him is sweet and fragrant, almost like the scent released from crushed leaves or squeezed fruit. One can only imagine how it tastes, but it should be no surprise why Rhus is smoking so much, when the weed in his pipe smells like that.

Unless you're an insect of some sort. Then it smells awful.]

Can one truly say "'tis the season" in a city 'neath the sea? [That's said to no one in particular, even if he's speaking out loud.]

b: woodworking club

[Rhus finds himself at the woodworking club... and frowns at the display, at the people milling about, trying their hand at carpentry. So much so that he has to say something. If a novice at crafting notices a mistake, then there's clearly something wrong.]

More likely to ruin your thumb holding the hammer like that, you are.

[He can already hear the various crafting guildmasters chattering about it. Rhus is no master at crafting himself but... at least he knows how to hold a hammer and not be in danger of smacking his thumb with it. The Miqo'te then mimes holding a hammer in the proper fashion and wielding it, from the upswing to the downward stroke. Then he raises both his arms in a shrug and shakes his head.]

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Stan Uris ( It 2017 )

[stantheman]

A. Food

Stan doesn't feel all that reassured by the big welcoming event but the food is nothing to complain about. He tries most things, things that he'd probably get scolded for eating by his father but his father wasn't there to catch him which is a bittersweet sort of thought.

At some point he sits down with hot chocolate in one hand and a pretzel in the other. He is a bit tense and unsure of his surroundings. While he knew Beverly was there he hadn't seen her just yet or anyone else that he felt like talking to.

B. Clubs

There's, unfortunately, no bird watching to be done so Stan wanders around the options of clubs that apparently exist in this place. He'd only ever been a part of one in his life, the unfortunate Losers club of misfit friends that was the best thing that's ever happened to him really.

He's curious about the book club and mutters: "is the wine a requirement...?"

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a. food

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Aaron's mind is still reeling from all the newness, the...life? But he knows something about being the lonely kid at the bench, and he can't imagine how difficult this must be to be here alone at his age.

He doesn't take a seat immediately, but he does come bearing his own cup of hot chocolate, with a little candy cane in it, and not one but two gingerbread cookies. You know, as a peace offering.

"Hi." He smiles. "I'm Aaron. You don't mind if we share a table, do you?"