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Who: Everyone
What: The open July log.
When: The month of July.
Where: All over.
Notes: N/A

July Open Log

Time to shine, sparkle and become renewed.

So the fighting has finished, the filtering system is turned back on and the water has retreated. Of course, all that water rushing in and having been there for so long means that there is a giant mess in most parts of the Sphere, where water alternated between coming up to one’s ankles, all the way to one’s knees. Even the smaller private domes were affected with lesser amounts of water, leaving dirt and sediment and kelp behind along with an assortment of other sea life.

Now we all remember what happened last time something grew inside the Sphere right? Thankfully, there’s been a fair amount of supplies that have been accrued, and it involves gloves, face masks and a good damn amount of bleach to go with those large scrub brushes. There’s also huge pails of soapy water that are used to clean up things from the bleach. Everything is wet and it smells a bit like an indoor swimming pool, but it’s definitely safer to be safe than sorry.

So pick up a brush and pitch in. Those who do may find a little extra something from the Council delivered to their homes in a basket. Those who don’t may find themselves a little bit on the Council’s unofficial shitlist. And given that Max runs the Black Market, it’s not a great place to find yourself. Maybe you were sort of shoved towards this and were doing it haphazardly. Maybe you give a damn. Either way, food and water will come to you, and everyone will be better once this place is cleaned up.

Or so people keep telling ya anyway.

about that bucket of water that you’re wearing.

Of course, if there’s one thing that history and eighties movies have taught us, it’s that where there’s giant buckets of soapy water around, and hoses, and big sponges, then there’s bound to be one thing that happens: a water fight. And a big one at that. Kids (or kids at heart) have been not so subtlety wandering around with buckets filled with cold water, or sponges dipped in them and a few of them have hoses. There’s no bleach in them thankfully (because it’s all fun and games until someone gets a chemical burn) but the water fight is a good way to let off some of the tension that the folks in the Sphere have been getting up too.

So are you a victim, or are you a perpetrator. Do you care either way? But it doesn’t matter because this fight is huge and when there’s this much water flying around, there really isn’t any space for anyone to be a bystander here. Sorry.

with a suitcase full of summertime

Do y’all know what we happened to miss while we were underwater?! The summer solstice. And once things are all cleaned and cleared up, your resident summertime goddess ain’t gonna let it pass without knowing it, and it’s something the inhabitants of the Sphere take to like ducks to water. Wine and dancing is flowing all around and there’s a few fiddlers and jazz musicians dancing around. Because when the queen of the underworld prods ya gently, you get up and do it.

As the night and people’s alcohol levels rise, people start to become more daring with the fire. After all, everything is all cleaned but probably still slightly damp from what had happened, so there’s no problem with people swinging poi around, or using hula hoops set alight. There are even some among us who happen to be going out and jumping over bonfires in order to create good luck for the new year to great cheers of the people around them.

and baby you should see me in a (flower) crown

Do you know what else is a thing during this? Flower crowns. There are tons of flower crowns and various people are sitting around and teaching people how to make their own. The materials, including fresh flowers of all varieties are scattered around the field in the agricultural dome, and people are sitting criss-cross applesauce in order to add ribbons to the stems. For those people who are loathe to wear them, it almost becomes a game for other people to plant them on those resilient folks heads. People use magic or guile or just plain old tossing them in order to make it so that they land on people’s heads. More than that, a group of people will audibly cheer each time one lands. (And of course jeer when they lose one.)

exploration: teeth and bones.

After what had happened, there really is no putting back the seals on the doors to the places that were opened up, even though the council has tried with some of them. There are some doors that are deemed too dangerous to let anyone go inside of (lava and ghosts are not good things to let loose inside the Sphere, no matter how fun it would be at the time) but the door in the infirmary (in the morgue) needs to be open for practical purposes. Which may not be great for people who work in the infirmary, but there it is.

Once people drop through a hatched hole in the floor of the morgue, there’s tunnels extended out for several hundred yards, into the dark. If you have a flashlight, it’s clear to see that here and there the walls are etched with Latin, carved into the stone of the tunnels themselves in what looks more than a little bit like scratches rather than anything that resembles tool marks. The words are repeated at first, over and over: ”cave veniunt!" And "ossa et dentibus illius ruminandum!" Along with the repeated: “cave.”

The skeletons inside are supposed to have been all taken care of, but you can’t help the uneasy feeling that moves down your neck in the darkness, or the way that you can swear you can hear more than a little bit of a hiss of bone. There are things discarded here on the floor of the hallway, gathering more value with the deeper that you go, but is it worth being down here in the dark with the dead for that?

let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars

So, Alex made a post, and then she went and badgered Max into giving them the money to do it, so in the middle of the merchant 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!

Well, at least until the movie starts anyway. Groundhog Day has a fair bit wrong with it honestly, and people are taking notice of that. After all, it was from the 80s, a period that wasn’t exactly known for its political correctness or sensitivity. And there’s the small fact that Bill Murry is kind of the worst as well. So, there are some people who have taken issue with the movie that has been chosen. Those people are definitely taking the Mystery Science Theatre approach to this movie, while others are taking issue with them doing that.

So which crowd do you join? Are you watching the movie quietly? Are you joining in the hecklers? Either way, it definitely seems like a fun night out.

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Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA

[itsnothingpersonal]

a. with a suitcase full of summertime

[ Persephone's roommate wouldn't miss her party for the world, not when she carries around a flask full of whatever scratches your itch. That and there were several locals around the Sphere also present, which meant Loki was presented with ample opportunity to get to know these people, and to win their trust.

He can be found at various points throughout the day and evening with one group of people or another, laughing, having a drink, and swapping stories. If anyone new passes close enough, he'll wave them over, and a drink of some persuasion will appear in his hand, seemingly from nowhere, and he'll push it into their hand.]

Sit, stay a while. It is a party, after all.

b. let's go to the movies

[Loki's never seen a festival quite like this one, though he's no stranger to a play being the center of attention in a social gathering. A familiar scent gets him checking out a stall serving thick bread bowls filled with a bright green soup, though, and he acquires one happily enough and finds a seat on a blanket with his nettle soup and a flask of wine. He also has a small collection of candies and a box of popcorn, which he offers to anyone who sits nearby.]

This is how one appropriately prepares for one of these things, isn't it?

c. wildcard

(OOC: Wanna do a thing? Just hit me up!0

Movies

[doubled_speed]

[Movies in the park, why the hell not? Seemed like more of New York vibe, and frankly Tommy is a touch disappointed they haven’t opted for some sort of ‘doomed underwater colony’ flick. Well, maybe it’s a bit too soon, given everything. Still, he has loaded up on popcorn and nachos and even two containers of lo mein noodles, and set off to find himself a place to flop down on the green.

What he hadn’t expected was someone with candles. And less so, having things offered as he care to a stop long enough to look around for a spot.]

Uh, what are the candles for? We don’t tend to take those into movie theaters.

[itsnothingpersonal]

Then it's fortunate we aren't in a movie theater.

[He does smile, though.] They're a fairly common accompaniment to outdoor theater.

[doubled_speed]

This isn’t ‘theater’. That requires drama geeks and stilted language and living breathing people. This is...

[He gestures as well as he can with one foot. His arms are sorta too full to take the place in with a hand.]

This is a movie. What would you even use a candle for?

[itsnothingpersonal]

Something much more low-rent, I know.

[He didn't have high expectations, but damn it, he was going to make the most of it.]

A small light in the darkness, a way to keep from tripping over your feet when you head to the latrine, it isn't that hard to puzzle out.

a.

[amorea_mortuus_sum]

[ It feels nice to get back into the swing of things again now that he's not dead, and things have settled back into normalcy. There are a few new faces, so he makes it a point to socialize and introduce himself. Or, that was his plan, until a drink is pushed into his hand by an oh so gracious and handsome stranger. Eric offers a broad smile of gratitude. ]

How could I say no when you've asked so nicely?

[itsnothingpersonal]

You couldn't, that was the point.

[He motions Eric to join him, though the group he'd most recently been entertaining seems to have wandered away. Nonplussed, Loki simply shrugs.]

Tell me, are you a newcomer to the Sphere or have you, as many of the others, 'gone native'?

[amorea_mortuus_sum]

Yes and no?

[ Eric takes a small sip of his drink, humming in delight. ]

I was here for months, but apparently I disappeared for three weeks and I'm back again.

[itsnothingpersonal]

[He nods, taking a sip from his own drink and moving over to a bench, motioning for Eric to join him.]

And would you consider yourself an authority on this place?

summertime!

[bamboozlement]

[jason isn’t really here to have a good time. (does he even know how to have a good time? one wonders.) he’s here to observe, to eavesdrop, to study his neighbors and assess who might be a threat. talking with max and learning about how he set a nuclear bomb off inside the domes gave jason something of a kickstart out of the broody funk he’s been in since arrival, and now he’s curious about who else here may’ve done questionable things - other than himself, of course.

so. the party. people tend to have looser lips and less guarding when alcohol’s involved, when they’re so caught up in revelry they forget the fact that anyone could be watching. prime real estate for someone like jason to show up and gather information.

he’s not expecting to be waved over, but he’s curious enough to oblige, even takes the drink without resistance, though he doesn’t yet imbibe. the voice is vaguely familiar - someone he spoke with once, jason thinks, and searches his memory for more.]

Is it, now. And here I thought I’d wandered into a really rowdy city council meeting.

[itsnothingpersonal]

There's not near enough bureaucracy flying about for that.

[Loki was always in a crowd to gather information. It was best to know who one could and couldn't manipulate, if the need arose, or if he was bored enough to give it a go.

He smiles lightly, as he does remember that voice. He usually makes a point to keep track of any sounds, sights, or the like he could use to deceive others. "Jane" seemed to know his stuff. It meant he was useful to keep around.]

Good evening, Jane. I must say, you're a bit more rugged than I envisioned.

[bamboozlement]

[aha. so this is loki, that guy he talked to on the network - calling him jane is a dead giveaway. jason's mouth curves into a smile, somewhere between sharp and amused.]

Not to toot my own horn here, but I'm full of surprises. Low-key Larry, right? Nice to put a face to the voice.

[and you better believe jason's taking mental notes on the details he can observe from loki - body language, vocal intonation, all the detective stuff he's been trained for. their first conversation hadn't exactly left jason with the warm fuzzies.]

How's the settling in going?

[itsnothingpersonal]

[Even if Loki was aware of the analysis, which he didn't fully expect, seeing as Jason was, in fact, human, he wouldn't really have cared all that much.]

I'm sure you are, Jane, though Loki will suffice. No need to use my full name.

[He smiles, clearly enjoying the refreshments he's collected.]

I always settle in well.

a.

[minus1twin]

You look like you're having fun.

[Wanda walks over and takes the offered seat next to the Asgardian prince. She's heard stories of Loki but none of them are like the man sitting in front of her now. It might be a trick but she'd rather give him a chance. They all need second chances and Wanda knows more about the scepter and its influences than most.] I didn't think you were a party guy? I thought that was your brother's thing.

[Not that she knows Thor very well either.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

And why not?

[He smiles pleasantly enough once she's joined him, raising an eyebrow questioningly.]

And who told you that? Thor? He's just jealous.

[minus1twin]

[Amusement touches the edge of her smile as she turns her shoulders so that she's facing both Loki and the warmth of the fire. It's a simple joy of heat but for someone who grew up in the cold, it feels nice.]

Tony mentioned it. I haven't spoken to Thor a lot. He's been traveling around the Universe a lot.

[She pauses and then considers.] Many of the accounts are fantastic. As are the ones of you. Maybe you can set the record straight?

[itsnothingpersonal]

Yes. Something about a recurring dream about the death of Asgard.

[Though his tone suggests he knows more about that than he's touching on.]

Oh, but I am fantastic.

A

[toivory]

[Sansa has had a glass or two of a light, fruity wine over the course of the celebration. Once she would have been at the center of the party, dancing with any attractive young noble. Now, she watches, trying to figure out what’s up and what is down in this strange place, how they dance.

Truthfully she can’t recall the last time she truly danced.

She’s considering making her return to the dance floor when she finds another glass in her hand.]

It is- unlike any I’ve ever seen before.

I completely lost this notif!

[itsnothingpersonal]

[He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his lips turning up in a charming smile. He can be very charming when he wants to be.]

They don't celebrate the summer solstice in your world?

oh nooo!

[toivory]

No- in Westeros, our seasons last years. It's Spring now, there.

[Still cold and snowy in Winterfell, but she was no stranger to the Summer snows.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

My that's...something. [He smiles, though.] Isn't that more cause to celebrate?

Wildcard :D

[11calls]

[Alex has been looking for Richard for a while now, and she's moving through the marketplace on her way to the black market, because if there's one thing that she knows it's that Richard's somewhere that he can get an absurd amount of liquor really easily. But she's been keeping tabs on the conversations that he's having, hoping that they're going to give some sign as to where he is.

(If Richard doesn't expect that she'd do that, then he's not been paying attention for the last three and half years.)

So, she's seen the conversation that he's had with Loki, and she's seen what Loki said and it had hit far too close to home. Alex's not normally a violent person, but she is a defensive one, especially when it comes to the people she loves. And she loves Richard Strand more than she loves most anyone that she's ever met. So, yes, she probably is in fact that woman that he spoke about, but that's beside the point.

So, she doesn't even say anything. Instead she slaps him as hard as she can.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

[This marks the second time in his life he's been slapped by a human woman for something he did or said and he has a hard time keeping the smile from his face. Is he aware of Alex's connection to Strand? Vaguely, but her actions here and now are telling enough to fill in the blanks.

Ah, so his little scenario had been accurate, or at least close enough to the truth to be uncomfortable. He flexes his jaw, for her satisfaction and effect. Her strength wasn't enough to actually cause him more than a lingering sting.]

Good afternoon, Alex. To what do I owe the pleasure?

[11calls]

[People who earn a scowl from Alex tend to be few and far between. Honestly the person who tends to earn it the most is the reason that she slapped him, but Alex isn’t going to explain that. She knows that Loki is an alien and Alex isn’t a fighter but it still feels good to slap him anyway even if it doesn’t actually affect him at all. So, yeah she's definitely scowling at him.

If nothing else she can tell Richard she slapped a god so they have something to do other than just sit and worry about the whole thing with Coralee.]

You know what you did.

[itsnothingpersonal]

Hit too close to home? [He smirks, but its accompanied by a sigh, shaking his head.] I suppose it's a testament to the security in this place that your biggest concern is being rightly identified as the side woman.

[He shrugs.]

I'm sorry. You have my condolences. It must be difficult to accept the blatant evidence he still cares so much for a woman who lied to him for nearly half his life.