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Sphere Mods ([personal profile] sphererpmod) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2019-04-30 08:18 pm

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Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere
What: May mod log!
When: The First two weeks of May.
Warnings: Use your best discretion.

May Open log

First of May, First of May
So apparently the open festive mood on the locals hasn’t stopped so May opens with a tradition that happens within it. It’s May Day, or Beltane if you’re feeling formal and it doesn’t just last for the day. Instead it lasts for two weeks, because why do in one day what you can party for multiple days over?

There are the traditional May Day things of course. There’s the May pole stretching upwards with its brightly colored ribbons welcoming people to do it either together or separately. The colors are explained of course, purple for a good year, pink for fertility, green for fiscal gain, blue for calmness. Each ribbon wrapped around the ancient poll is a wish, an old woman tells you. So you should take it seriously. But if you do is up to you.

Ringing outside of the giant circle in the recreation dome are large bonfires. People are writing down their wishes for the year and burning them into the universe. Some more… adventurous people are hopping over the fire in order to increase the effectiveness of the wishes. In case you were wondering, John is standing ready with a med kit and a judgmental look on her face.

There are small picnics set up around rather than tables, and spring foods are placed on it. Strawberries, oat cakes, chocolate, and things like real food are scattered on them, letting people pick and share the platters around them equally. Wine flows freely, of course. Wine made here in the Sphere that comes in a variety of fruited flavors.

Traditional things such as three legged races and general races are occurring, people grouping those with powers together in order to make it fair. Other games are happening. Including Max in the dunk tank for a few minutes, so you may wanna get that in.

There are of course things that are non-traditional as well. After all, this is the Sphere. A series of bouncy castles is set up, as is an inflatable obstacle course. One of the larger castles is even set aside for the adults because well, why not.

Several large ball pits are set up and people are bringing drinks to them. There’s no way that can go wrong. It’s adults only because sometimes everyone just needs a ball pit.

Fireworks happen every night. Or at least something that looks like fireworks, minus the fire and the noise. But they fill the sky above the Sphere, making it seem as if they are under a real sky.

painting the roses red.
After celebrating the spring in April, May brings with it the work of what spring actually entails. What it entails especially after the loss of the person in charge (rip Annie) is doing the sort of normal planting in the fields. There are people around to supervise and to hand out seeds and the other things that one needs to successfully plant fields and all of that.

There are other fields and vegetable patches to be weeded and harvested, because the agriculture dome tends to always be in a state of flux depending on how many people are currently living in the sphere at the time.

But it wouldn’t be a community event if food wasn’t provided, so there’s a sort of barbecue going on. It definitely smells like barbecue that’s for sure, and there are people tending long pits of things that look like meat but that definitely aren’t. Still it tastes like good old bbq and that’s really what matters isn’t it?

Of course it wouldn’t be bbq without beer, so there’s a lot of it. It’s free-flowing (a little too free-flowing actually) and some of the teenagers have gotten their hands on it. On way too much of it as a matter of fact. Which is why it seemed like a good idea to them to show up at the work picnic with squirt guns full of washable paint.

If it’s washable and non-toxic, one argues, then it’s not as if anyone can be really angry.

But honestly it’s a paint fight. Join in or be an innocent victim there are definitely squirt guns a plenty around.

Everyone loves bathtime, right?
Well, people requested baths, so the staff at the pools in the Rec dome have tried to accommodate them! While normally, the events at the pools go something like this: 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 divided changing rooms. There’s frozen and fruity drinks flowing freely, along with finger food and snacks.

The Sphere has increased it towards bathing though, through the use of temporary means. There’s a large bamboo building near it, and inside are various sets of hot and cool pools, sauna and steam pools, a masseuse and other spa treatments and the like. There’s three options for these times. 1.Strictly bathing suits, 2, strictly mixed nudity/ bathing suits and 3. Strictly separated nudity. No one below the age of eighteen is getting naked in the baths, sorry kids.

photo inspiration

unknownmoirai: (I don't know what you mean)

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2019-05-09 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not always." The last party had strawberries but they had been incorporated in a collection of deserts. Today there were strawberries in little baskets to accompany the chocolates and cakes spread out across the picnic tables. The food didn't look overly fancy but it was nicer this way.

"Do you not like strawberries?"

She was trying though she didn't want to force Simon out of his little depressing corner.
becauseyouhaveto: (No)

[personal profile] becauseyouhaveto 2019-05-09 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Raiding...Sounds like what the Saviors are doing. They find other surviving groups and 'offer protection' if the group pays them some kind of tribute. Weapons, food, whatever we have that's valuable." She sighs, shaking her head to clear away the thoughts. She doesn't need to burden him with that.

And then she looks up, giving him a sad smile. "Not that we've found. There was a big medical facility that was trying to work on a cure, but...The last of their doctors failed and ended up incinerating himself, along with the lab. The only thing we learned was that the virus is in all of us. Even if we aren't killed by a Walker, we'll turn into one when we die, unless someone destroys our brains."
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[personal profile] ubbe 2019-05-10 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"We never really offer anyone protection," Ubbe says a bit ruefully. Perhaps he thinks there are better ways but it's not currently the way of his people and he is not in a position to change it yet, exactly. Not that he would completely abandon the warring ways of the Vikings. He can still feel Odin's presence in his life and feels Thor's hammer beat in time with his heart. "I am not sure whether it is better or worse."

Ubbe shrugs. After all, he knows that Viking morality is at odds with the common morality of most that find themselves here.

"That must be troubling to live with."
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[personal profile] interconnectedness 2019-05-10 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Simon thought about it.

"I haven't had them very often."
unknownmoirai: (Light smile)

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2019-05-10 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Her smile widened and she held out her hand to him.

"They why don't we go have some and you can tell me what you think of them?"
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[personal profile] mostunworthy 2019-05-10 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
To Arthur's credit, he doesn't jump at the sudden change. Instead, he crosses his arms across his chest, eyebrow raised, expression clearly unimpressed. Sure, some of that is for show, but the little speedster doesn't need to know that.

"Not bad. So, you're fast." He shrugs slightly.
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-05-10 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“I’m super fast. Didn’t even use my full speed, because, yanno, not worth it. Explosions to. Phase through walls. Super strong. All the good stuff.”

Clearly Arthur just has a good poker face because Tommy knows what he just did was super impressive. But his point is clearly made. No one could touch him, right?

“Gotta modify games like this for people to stand a chance.”
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Mayday

[personal profile] 4th_survived 2019-05-10 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Anne doesn't have such reservations at the food, or rather, she sees other people eating and enjoying what was on offer and felt safe enough to try itself. As she doesn't really know anyone just yet, (and to do so will be a slow process), Anne doesn't sit down on any of the blankets, but carefully nibbles at a sandwich as she watches the games with interest. She can only understand half of them, but it's clear those involved are having fun and she can feel everyone's excitement.

She had not been to such a celebration since the joust after her marriage, but this she's finding is better. No one's watching her, and she certainly hopes no one's judging her for every little thing.

In the heat of the day, she forwent her heavier gowns for one of a lighter fabric. The style is more English than german, and richly embroidered, however fashioned in completely one piece so she might put it on herself without the help of servants. So many here are dressed even lighter than herself, she was torn between fascination and wonder at how the did not feel so naked as that.

There was one woman though, dark complexioned woman is dressed in such a grand way as she had seen in court, her manner more open and blunt than even those in the English court (perhaps like herself and hers when out of her brother's eyes).

She was in the process of trying a glass herself. She was also close enough for her to overhear her words. "Your pardon, madam," Her words come out as english, however her accent German. "Do you have a preference for the wine offered?"
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[personal profile] ubbe 2019-05-12 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ubbe watches when she has her sketchbook out and he can't see what she's drawing but he comes nearer after a while. It reminds him of Athelstan, the brief years that he had known the priest he remembers fondly. He'd honestly been the only person that had ever drawn pictures rather than just runes.

"What are you drawing?"
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[personal profile] mostunworthy 2019-05-12 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You sure it's all the good stuff?" He's smirking, now. "So you can...fly? Breath underwater? Control water?" He leaves talking to fish off the list, because most people misunderstand what he means and start to belittle the ability.

Nevermind he was the first person since King Atlan to possess the ability.
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-05-12 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, that... Tommy frowns and looks very seriously at Arthur. Because all of that sounds very familiar.

“Next thing you know you’re going to claim to talk to fish and be the King of Atlantis and half-Atlantean, half-Human. And have a really silly trident. And under all those clothes you’re wearing a terrible green speedo.”

Because DAMN if this guy isn’t just listing off all of Namor’s power set. Which sounds fake. Because only Namor is Namor and frankly, Namor is an ass.
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[personal profile] mostunworthy 2019-05-12 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side and turning to look at the kid again. "Nobody wears speedos un-ironically." And then, smiling, he patted Tommy on the shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.

"Superman's the flyer. I don't need to. The trident's only silly if you don't know how it works, and if you're really curious? I go Commando." And then he returns to crossing his arms and watching the competition, such as it is. "I'm Arthur Curry. Some people call me the King of Atlantis, but that's pretty new. Tabloids call me 'Aquaman'."
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-05-12 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
What? No. Tommy is left standing there, staring at Arthur. Doesn’t have, but it is a near thing. Also Superman is a terrible name. Holy hell, this really is like meeting another form of Namor. That is just wrong. Still, he has to wonder, maybe a time difference?

“You happen to be related to Namor Mackenzie somewhere in your history? The Sub-Mariner? Because he’ll you sound a lot like him. It’s actually sorta creepy. Guy has an ego that makes Gramps’s look small.”

Granted the guy is long lived, didn’t have a reason to mess with surface dwellers, and had a whole different culture people didn’t understand.
Edited 2019-05-12 18:04 (UTC)
unknownmoirai: (Ah!)

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2019-05-13 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh?" Her chin rose and her bright blue-gray eyes met Ubbe's with a curious confused stare. "Oh!"

She shifted and tilted her sketchbook so he could see. Right now it was only a few human looking shapes. One looked as if it was a little girl wearing a cute dress with long hair and a hat though she didn't have a face. The other two were a man and a woman and they were mid progress.

"I'm drawing styles. I thought it'd be wise to open a business here. So Gyda and I are going to be making clothes. I wanted to work on designs I thought everyone would like and I thought watching them while I drew would help." So far she was having fun.
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[personal profile] becauseyouhaveto 2019-05-13 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"The way the Saviors introduce themselves is to immediately kill one person from the group they find, then offer their deal. They killed two of ours because we destroyed one of their outposts." She sits back and wipes sweat from her brow. "It's probably better that you don't. If you're going to attack another group, don't leave them room to attack back. And if you want to work with them, don't attack at all. Working together takes trust, and if you attack them, they'll never trust you."

She isn't quite sure why she feels compelled to offer this advice to someone clearly more experienced in warfare than she is. At least the idea for peaceful alliances has been planted.

"It's honestly not something I like to think about. If someone gets sick, we get them the help they need. If someone is beyond saving, we try to make their passing as comfortable as possible, then we prevent them from turning, bury them, and move on."
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Re: First of May

[personal profile] threshes 2019-05-13 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)

It was weird to see new people still. For the most part, in most of the places that Persephone visited in order to spread the spring, it tends to be rather localized—people don’t move unless they gotta, too tied to the history of their places rather than facing the hardship on the roads. One of the few is the girl.

And look how that had landed her up: with a contract and wearing overalls with the rest.

But this girl has an innocence around her that reminds Persephone of the poet: it’s there shining from behind her eyes and in her game and the goddess can’t help but wonder if she was touched by the gods in the same way that Orpheus was. The gods never really did know how to keep their hands (or anything else really) to themselves. They hadn’t since the world began and they weren’t about to stop now that the world had all but ended ‘round their immortal ears.

That bit o’being touched gives Persephone a bit more kindness in her and the other woman’s dark eyes are gentle when she shakes her head and waves off the apology with a quick flap of her hand. “Ain’t nothin’ to worry about, sister? Ya fancy a drink?” Wouldn’t be polite to give the woman that terrible local wine, so she offers the silver circle again.

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[personal profile] gristle 2019-05-13 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)

The confusion is in her frown for a moment before Bev speaks. “That’s not much of seeing them though?” Which is a bit of an understatement for the girl and she just watches him for a moment before she remembers what his memory on the network had been. It hits her then.

“Oh. Because of...” Beverly leaves because of what hanging a little bit, just letting it dangle there. To her credit, though the girl doesn’t flinch away from it or because of it honestly. It’s just something that is rather than what it could be. If there’s someone else who understands that sometimes someone needs killing, it’s her now.

She doesn’t feel any guilt either.

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First of May

[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2019-05-14 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Persophone was sweet, warm and kind and she felt herself instantly relax in the face of that kindness.

"Oh." Her eyes dropped down to the drink, taking it carefully in her hands. "Thank you. What is this?" She sniffed it first and then took a small sip. It wasn't bad but it tasted unlike anything she'd ever tried before. She handed the drink back to Persephone with a warm smile.

"I don't think I've had anything like it before." Not that it said very much since her confrontations with alcohol was only wine and the few things others had offered her in the past.
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[personal profile] mostunworthy 2019-05-14 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"The Sub-Mariner?" He shakes his head, grimacing. "I thought Aquaman was bad. Tell me this guy didn't name himself that."

And he arches an eyebrow again. "It's not an ego, short-stuff. It's confidence."
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-05-14 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
“Aquaman sounds more like an aquakinetic than an Atlantean. They should call you King Atlantean or something. But seriously, talk to sea life? Badass power. Not as cool as mine of course, but really cool.”

What? As a mutant he feels it is appropriate to give props to people who aren’t trying to one-up him on his own power set. But he grins at the confidence thing. Like he hasn’t gotten that in spades. Confidence is his real super power. Except, you know, not.

“Not that short. Maybe Atlanteans on your world are just freakishly tall.”
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painting the roses red

[personal profile] burntbridges 2019-05-14 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Letha is sight-seeing, more than anything; she's never helped with hard labor in her life and she isn't about to start now. She can make as many excuses as she likes about being there to provide backup if needed, but seeing as she can't make any risen to aid them, she's really just there to feel helpful.

Watching someone grow plants from nothing, though, that catches her attention. And if Dorian won't teach her magic, that means she's still on the hurt for learning.

"Excuse me, madam - how did you do that? Do you practice some sort of... gardening magic?"

She's sure that comes off as blunt, but she really isn't all too familiar with magic that doesn't involve death. She can't be sure how to label anything.
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[personal profile] interconnectedness 2019-05-15 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Simon doesn't take her hand but he nods his agreement. He still hasn't grown warm to touching people. Alex has tried and it generally doesn't last very long even with her and she's the person he would trust most.
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[personal profile] interconnectedness 2019-05-15 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Simon doesn't have to explain. He can sense the moment that she realizes what he meant. It's interesting to him that she finds a way to understand. So his answer is straightforward and simple -- a rare thing in itself.

"Yes."
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[personal profile] unknownmoirai 2019-05-15 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The nod was enough.

Her arm fell to her side as she turned and lead Simon through the small gathering of people. She tried to skirt around the larger groups, keeping them fair enough away for Simon's comfort before coming to a stop at one of the larger tables. She smiled down at spread before handing Simon a small paper plate.

"Here. The strawberries are right here but there is more if you would like to try it."
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[personal profile] interconnectedness 2019-05-16 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Simon follows her quietly. He doesn't particularly look at anything but he's looking at everything, everyone. There's always a suspicion now and he's still trying to figure some things out but there's nothing to really figure out here despite his wishes and his trying. It's not really the place or time. He's not particularly hungry as she brings him to one of the tables and he takes the plate.

He shrugs and he takes strawberries and anything else just then. It'd seem like a waste to him. And most of it looks less like the type of food he's most comfortable eating -- which happens to be pretty bland foods. When things were overly rich and the like he tended to find them to be too much, he was getting better about food slowly.

"I'm not that hungry," he offers, he's trying to at least talk to Angel more. She'd been persistent enough to earn his attempt at it.

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