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Sphere Mods ([personal profile] sphererpmod) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2018-12-01 12:00 am

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Who: Everyone!
What: December's welcome log.
When: Dec 1st-7th
Where: The Merchant Dome/The Pools
Warnings:
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!

Wildcard

Go nuts, choose your own adventure!

Inspiration images

10milliondollars: (cryout)

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2018-12-06 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Having absolutely zero experience with children, Rhys shrieks and tries to dodge the punch. He's pretty sure children aren't supposed to charge into fight mode like this. The punch, of course, catches him right on the flesh shoulder.

And wow, does that ever smart.

He tries to scramble away backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off this very terrifying child, but he slips in the snow and lands right on his rear. He covers his face once again and calls out, "Whoa, I'm not gonna hurt you!"
wildhorses: angry . fight (what are you fighting for.)

[personal profile] wildhorses 2018-12-08 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Laura lets out a feral roar, high-pitched but definitely not a scream. Maybe a screech.

Her fighting stance is with legs spaced well apart and arms out, hands balled into fists, as though readying them for something. She doesn't extend her claws, though. Not yet. "¡Ya ha hiciste!"
10milliondollars: (GoldEye)

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2018-12-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Is that...Truxican? Too bad he never picked any up. Might've been smart to do so, considering how close Helios was to Pandora. But hey, that's what the EchoNet was for. Rhys furrows his brow, gold eye glowing as he tries to search his internal data base, hoping he'd stored some basic vocabulary in there.

He comes up empty-handed.

"I have no idea what you just yelled, but just...calm down! Please?" He raises his hands again, this time in a show of surrender.
wildhorses: angry . sad (i aint got no home in this world anymore)

[personal profile] wildhorses 2018-12-10 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Hitting someone who doesn't hit back, who just cowers and pleads... that's not enough to keep Laura angry and fighting. It feels wrong, anyway. She saw too much at the Facility.

So she takes a step back, folding her arms in front of her expectantly. "Explain." It's not a suggestion.
10milliondollars: (talking3)

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2018-12-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
When she relaxes, Rhys relaxes. "Somebody threw a snowball at you and ran off. You're a kid, so they were probably just trying to get you to have fun." Slowly, carefully, he scoops up a handful of snow and packs it into a ball, then offers it to her.

"Here. Have you never been in a snowball fight before? My best friend and I used to build snow forts and go to war with the girls that lived next door to him when we were kids." He chuckles softly, thinking back on those memories. "I can teach you, if you want."
wildhorses: angry . curious . fight (heart of glass.)

[personal profile] wildhorses 2018-12-12 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She listens. She's glowering the entire time, but she listens. Information is valuable. She takes the snowball slowly, as though expecting a trap; her eyes never leave his face.

"What do you win?"
10milliondollars: (happy boy)

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2018-12-19 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh..." He's never been asked that before. "You...win the war? Bragging rights? I dunno, we didn't really play for things. We just did it because it was fun."

He packs another ball, then points out a passerby before throwing the snowball at them. It hits their shoulder and Rhys laughs as they brush it off and glare at him. "You try it, kiddo~"