february player plot log

[savmods]

Who: Everyone
When: February 20th to February 28th
Where: Thisavrou
Warnings: death, blood, murder, and sweet sweet love

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 51 ( there are 100 days in a cycle, which started on January 1st).

⋆ Other information about the state of Thisavrou can be found here.

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savrii traditions

⋆ With an increase in visitors this month, the Savrii have made several attempts to ease the transition by researching particular activities that their guests might be familiar with. However, due to the lack of proper information provided on some of these, the rest has been filled in with variations of known Savrii traditions as well as those from other worlds. Beginning on the 20th, everyone who visits the Ingress Complex will be given small capsules with very specific instructions of do not ingest. These small things can be planted in soil and yield unexpected results! Other noticeable differences across the planets will vary from fliers and other sources of advertisements depicting an odd-looking and very tentacle-like infant denoting this month as “Sweets and Sweeter”, gifts of tiny chocolate hearts that are literally chocolate-coated meat hearts made from a common lizard found on Chioni, and commemorative glasses with a special drink inside that compels one to speak a blunt and possibly uncomfortable truth to the person they’re with.

⋆ Located in R3, the natives of this region have filled the air with love—quite literally. A special chemical released from the rare flowers that sometimes grow in the trees has bloomed, causing the moods of those who breathe it in to lift and their inhibitions to lower. The effects can range from causing someone who isn’t normally open to be very flirty to incensing an individual to make the worst decision of their life. Once an individual leaves R3, the effects of the gas will subside after about an hour. While visiting, however, join the natives in their annual Golden TangleSnake Hunt in an attempt to catch the yellow-tailed Tanglesnake and win a prize for your sweetheart!

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the prompts

⋆ Love Is Forever. To help all new visitors acclimate to Thisavrou and its Sweet Month, a few long-time residents bring out their own traditions in hopes of garnering enthusiasm and promoting kind, loving acts. On the morning of the 21st, every person (no matter where they live on Thisavrou) will find a heart with a pleasant message by their door. There’s only one problem; the hearts aren’t made of paper, they’re real (some form of alien animal hearts not native to Thisavrou). That very same day, a married couple is found outside their home with an arrow (a big one) shot through their chests, pinning them together. This occurs three more times before it is reported to the Savrii - intermediaries are dispersed to help find any information, and anyone looking to help stop more deaths from happening can ask an intermediary for facts. Characters can investigate to find the culprits and learn their motives.

( OOC Info: If you thread out the investigation and you get to a point where you need clues or direction, then please PM savmods and we’ll give you some plot! This goes for both the heart and arrow sections of the prompt. )

⋆ Four Minutes. This one is what it says on the tin—a round of speed dating that occurs over the TABs and in-person. On the 20th, a notification pops up on all TABs noting a date and time (that evening) for all people to come to. At this event, TABs are synced up, and everyone who attends will be sat at tables with one other person. They will be given four minutes to get to know them. If you decide you want to see them again, mark yes on their profile on the TABs, and if not, hit no. Don’t worry though, whether you’ve got matches or not, the event-runners will be sending out random suggestions of who to go out with! If you accept, they’ll pay for a luxurious evening. At the end of the evening, all matches will be sent to your character’s TAB, and whether you pursue anything further is up to you.

( OOC Info: the speed dating event at the beginning is up to the player to decide the details. You can thread out random meetings or being matched up after or even a date that you arrange with a match a week from now. The sign-ups below are for the random match suggestions. If you sign your character up, they’ll be given a match and a date, completely paid for. )

⋆ Sleep On It. Even the Savrii seem to have an old wives' tale about finding one’s true love. A mixture of herbs were bundled together and placed under a pillow, allowing the person to dream of their soulmate that night. A Savrii, who found the tale romantic, synthesized a mixture of herbs that, when certain steps were followed, lets the user have a vision of themselves with the person that they can find the happiest life with. Step one: Take the herbs in hand and twist until the bundle snaps, it’ll smell of lavender and honey. Step two: Lift pillow and place bundle underneath. Step three: Sleep. Step four: Not all results are conclusive; you may have seen your soulmate, someone you hate, someone you have strong feelings for, or some might have dreams that make no sense at all. The only common thing is that the dream will only feature one other person. Step five: Go find that person and tell them what you saw! Whether something comes of this or not is up to fate.

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Thank you to Kitten, Jaina, and Hattie for these plot ideas!!

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ACTIVITY REWARDS

[savmods]

For this log only, we’re bumping up the amount of sencs you can get when you cash in during AC. It only counts if you do it on this posted log. Every open top-level gets 50 sencs and each log tag is worth 40 sencs.

Top-level - 50 sencs
Log tag - 40 sencs

SPEED DATING SIGN UP

[savmods]

Sign your character(s) up for a date. We’ll rng tomorrow (February 21st) and post the list.

[tearsinajar]

Putting in The Iron Bull.
AND I'll throw Elena in as well.

SPEED DATING LIST - do not comment, please

[savmods]

THE DATES

- Reinhardt and Rhys
- Harry Flynn and Liquid
- Bryan and Iron Bull
- Darin and Shiro
- Riptide and Elsa
- Mettaton and Clone Shepard
- Pharah and D.VA
- Natasha and Elena
- Lucio and Frisk
- Ginko and Krieg and J

[polyphobic]

love is forever // ingress complex;

( She'd been there a week, or just over by now. A week in which most of Claire's actions had come by the network. In a small way it had helped, letting her find out something about the place that she was in -- letting her know some of the people, but the room wasn't everything. It was quiet, but it was just as strange and uncomfortable as everything else here.

It also wasn't what she wanted, even if that wasn't always easy to remember. She'd wanted to get out, to get away, and even if here hadn't exactly been a part of Claire's plan it was what had happened. She was free -- she was alone. No one here knew her or what she was (or wasn't), and maybe that was everything that she needed.

Claire had been out a few times, looking around the areas of the Ingress Complex close to her room, finding where to eat and what else was there. The place seemed nice - calm, compared to some of what she'd already heard. That had been the ship, or the planet. Whatever this was, their wait, it didn't sound quite so dangerous.

At least that was Claire's opinion until now. Leaving her door that morning only to find a heart on the floor outside--

It was real, she knew that much -- she didn't need to get close to it to realise that. She couldn't help her curiosity to reach down and pick up the note, trying to focus on it once she'd picked it up rather than the heart that it had been attached to. For a while she just stands there, note clutched in her hand after reading it. Someone had left it... someone was dead, and they'd left the heart there. Why? Why there? Why here? Why had it happened?

Eventually she steps over it, note still in her hand, intent on finding someone that could do something about it -- remove the heart, look into it? Claire isn't quite certain where she's going, or who to look for, leading her to just walk the Complex on her search )

magic beans // ingress complex;

( She'd been given the capsules a few days ago, the day before she'd found a heart on her doorstep. That had made her forget about the capsules until she'd put her hand in her pocket that morning and had found them still there.

What were they? What was she supposed to do with them? Why did she still have them was the better question when she didn't know what they were. All Claire had been told was not to eat them, which could easily have meant they were dangerous despite how innocuous they looked.

With a sigh Claire studies the one that's in her hand, leaning back against the railing that she's stood near )

What are you?

magic beans

[inconsequence]

[It is unlikely the human in question - presumably human, or if not, then something that looks near enough like one for there to be little point in splitting the difference - was musing aloud for the benefit of the small child passing through. Yes, that one right over there, with the red eyes and the flat disposition. They have already planted their seeds, decidedly unamused as they were with the resulting blooms, and yet - are currently in the process of searching out more. For important Reasons, clearly.

They barely give the human a cursory look as they pause, and answer her question.]

Seeds, essentially.

daryl dixon ][ the walking dead ][ ota

[worn_wings]

i. well, something's in the air - kauto, region 3

[ Look: the tanglesnake thing? It's become personal. At first it seemed like a straightforward way to get a few extra space-bucks, since catching animals is pretty much the one thing Daryl is unquestionably good at, but they're crafty little bastards. And the bounty was for the beasts alive, which made it all the harder. So, yeah, he's sunk more than a few hours into the hunt. And yeah, if there's some special one out there they want to catch? He's in. He knows it's irrational, and justifies it by deciding that even if he is too personally invested in mastering the skill of catching the stupid critters, it's still money they could use, so it's still worth it.

But when he gets there, he finds himself even more distracted, his mind wandering, drifting off to wonder what the prize might be, whether it's something Carol might like.

He lunges, trying to grab one on a low branch, and when it skitters off and he overbalances and crashes into the trunk of the tree and comes up chuckling, it occurs to him that maybe he's got bigger problems.

But he's not ready to call it off just yet, so he continues his idiot-grinning way through the woods. What's wrong with this damn place? ]

ii. he ate my heart - kauto, region 1 & 2

[ Mostly he ignores the ads posted as a matter of course. Ain't like his sencs are burning a hole in his pocket, he's only at the market to sell a few things, only buying things they need. Which eventually is mostly going to mean weapons, but for now is more staples. Sugar, flour, vinegar. Meat sometimes because it's simpler.

Someone presses a few of the strange little capsules into his hand at one of the shops, and he tries to refuse but they're awful insistent, talking about some holiday, so he just tucks them into a pocket to deal with later. When he's getting the sugar, though, they insist on giving him a little box of chocolates, and suspicious as he is about taking anything from anyone, it's easier not to argue.

But it looks and smells safe enough, and he's pretty much always hungry, so he pops one into his mouth while in line at another shop... bites into it, and makes a face. ]

What the shit?!

[ Not at all what he expected. ]


iii. love actually is all around us (apparently) - wherever

[ Okay, okay, he gets the point. Other shopkeepers offer him little decorations, strange treats (actually the hearts aren't so bad, once he establishes they're not from anything sentient or too strange; he's eaten much weirder shit in his life) and try to sell him bundles of flowers which he brushes off. He ignores the notif on the TAB. No-fuckin'-thank you.

He finds himself frowning at one of the larger billboards while he leans on a wall to smoke. ]

Little much, [ he murmurs, to anyone near enough to be receptive to the conversation. ]


iv. CLOSED to housemates - home is where the heart is... no, I'm not sorry for the joke - the farmhouse

[ Daryl doesn't use the front door often, just as a matter of habit, so it's hard to be sure how long it's been there. Hard to guess who might've come by without tripping any wires or traps, but someone determined and alive probably could. Only one thing is for certain: there's an actual organ on their doorstep, slumping into a pile of blood, with a little paper tag attached.

He'd reach for a weapon, except of course he's already armed. So instead he shuts the door quick and shouts out to Carol and Carl-- ]

We got a problem!

v. the heart wants what the heart wants.

[ wild wild wildcard option. do a thing and we'll make it work <3 ]

iv

[carltoaction]

[This was one of the few times Carl was inside rather than outside during the day. He was just cooking an egg to tide him over until later when he hears someone come in. His first guess was on Carol, but Daryl's shout for all of the house to hear changes it.

"We got a problem!" were the exact words. Carl knew it had to be serious and he snaps to attention, turning off the stove quickly to leave the eggs to sizzle on their own.]

Daryl! What's the problem? [He says just as he rounds the corner in view of the front door. His body language and very expression could say he was wondering if they were under attack.]

Chara | ota | will match formats | cw gore mentions

[inconsequence]

magic beans; kauto R5; cw for reference to self-harm

["Do not ingest" is amusing its own right, but they've a responsibility, apparently, to no longer devour the flora willy-nilly. A very minor case of "death" they have learned from direct experience, is more than likely should that follow through.

And so, outside Housing Complex Number Two, a small child can be seen digging at the earth with a trowel. Their sleeves are rolled up to their elbows exposing a latticework of thin white lines crisscrossed about their forearms, their focus wholly devoted to the task at their feet. A streak of soil decorates their otherwise unblemished face, their fingertips stained with brown as they rake the dirt over the capsule with a delicate, precise expertise.

They have gardened before, and they know all the requisite steps. They seem rather bent on their task, although the observant viewer may take note that their features, for the first time, do not seem locked in an insincere smile or a disinterested blankness. Rather, for the first time since their arrival - the child does not look bored.]

tanglesnake hunt; kauto R3

Lowered inhibitions and a fine job of catching a Tanglesnake the last time they embarked on such an endeavor has granted Chara a vague sense of confidence that they might be capable of capturing the prized yellow-tailed Tanglesnake. They do not particularly possess a "sweetheart" to be winning prizes for, but they would rather enjoy trading the thing for a hefty cash sum, should they succeed. Asriel mentioned that he would like to be a pilot, after all, and the offer of sencs may grease the way to that goal, who are they to deny an assist, when they can?

They fan out in concentric circles in search of the creature, scrambling into the treats as required, but those that may have born witness to their hunting of the creatures last time will notice a definitive difference between that child and this one. Their smiles come easier, not quite as filed off at the edges, and they appear to be, at periodic intervals, almost genuinely amused.

It must be something in the air.

love is forever; kauto R5

[There is something on the doorstep, when Chara exits the house that morning. They kneel in front of it, nudging it with the toe of their shoe and then with a finger, watching it roll across the floor in all its crimson glory.

The sensible thing to do would be to discard of it promptly, or perhaps report it in to the authorities.

Chara does neither of these things.

Instead, they take the very real, very fleshy heart in their hands and proceed to carry it about for the remainder of the day; it is perfect material for making all manner of "you have stolen my heart" jokes, after all - is it not?]

magic beans

[pleasereset]

[Asriel was somewhere in the house as Chara starts their planting, and as he steps out, he gives them a curious look. The lines don't get any kind of stare - there were stares and questions when Asriel was much smaller, but it seems like the only thing the boss monster is watching is whatever is in their hand. What kind of seeds are they, he wonders.]

Howdy, Chara. Do you want some help gardening?

[Again, it felt... nostalgic? Yeah, nostalgic. But it didn't have to be weird. It didn't have to feel like Asriel was trying to make things like they were before. It was impossible to relive the past, after all.

It could just be gardening. Yeah.]

Frisk | Undertale | OTA

[gainedlove]

A: A kiss for my LOVE - all through Kauto

[The plan was set in their head nearly as soon as the Savrii's advertisements for the month went up. When the 20th rolls round, Frisk heads out onto the streets (or dirt roads or halls or bridges) with a small satchel bag at their hip. Beaming and hopping every few steps as they run along, every time they spot someone they wave to try and catch the person's attention.]

Um, 'scuse me!

[Frisk comes running up, and out of their bag offers a small chocolate wrapped up in foil. Beaming and barely keeping in a fit of giggles, they wink and hold it out.]

A kiss from me t' you!

B: My heart is racing, Valentine - Kauto R3

[It hadn't even taken the incentive of the flower's fragrance to get Frisk in the mood for the contest--they'd tried their hand chasing the critters down before, and their own SOUL simply required that they try again until they succeed. And with the chance of a prize dangled there, the lure is too great to resist.]

[With dirty knees and bandaged hands, Frisk takes to ground and trees equally in their search. There doesn't seem to be any particular pattern to their search as they rush off anywhere they happen to see movement or hear the sound of scampering paws. But whether or not they're successful, at least they seem to be having a great deal of fun!]

C: Just dying to get to know you - Kauto R3

[After the competition (Frisk was unsuccessful, but they don't seem to mind), Frisk lingers to hang around and get up to a bit of mischief--namely, climbing up every tree to see how high they can get. They've an incredible excess of energy that keeps them at it for quite a while, though eventually they take a break to sit out in the middle of a particularly long limb, hanging out well away from any of the bridge paths below. Kicking their feet, they gaze down curiously at the ground below, seeming to ponder something.]

...I don't think I ever died by fallin' before...

[Oh dear, did they say that out loud?]

A for dreemurr fam cuteness?

[pleasereset]

Whuh-

[Oh geez, Frisk. Really? Asriel laughs a surprised little laugh as he's presented with the chocolate.]

Come on, Frisk. What's chocolate got to do with kissing?

Liquid Snake | Metal Gear | ota

[saveyourserpent]

[A. PHIL COLLINS DRUMMING NOISES (R3) (no underage or anything please)]

Fortunately for some who might like the February type holidays, the locals seem to have put on quite the celebration. Unfortunately for Liquid, though, he happens to live in R3. And apparently nobody thought to inform him of what was going on around here before they did it.

So, while he hasn't been as angry as he used to be these days, he's in a particularly good mood today. There's a nice big grin on his face as he opens the door of his house to greet the day.

Anyone who happens to be passing by on the walkways gets a friendly greeting too. Aaaand a tone of voice that's probably way more flirty-sounding than it should be. Yikes. "Come to visit, eh?"

[B. IT'S CALLED A HEART (R1)]

It's kind of annoying that Liquid essentially has to choose between being in his home or not being weirdly drugged by the local plants. That reminds him way too much of that big party planet all those months ago... and, well, the extra year that it brought.

So he spent the night in a hotel in R1, rather than deal with the effects of the plants at home.

Apparently someone knew where he went, because there's a heart right by the door of the hotel room when he wakes up and steps out. He takes it just as something that the hotel does, until he steps out of the place itself, and there's another heart there too. Well, they tried.

"That's... something. Suppose this one's for everyone, hm?"

[WILDCARD]

[liquid doesn't have a special someone, so sorry if he gets all flirty and shit. that's what he gets for living in r3. he will not be happy about that. got your own ideas that aren't these? hit me. or plot with me here or at agentkaz!]

CLOSED - for Harry Flynn

[saveyourserpent]

Liquid hadn't expected to actually get anything out of signing up for the speed dating thing, beyond maybe a laugh or two. It wasn't exactly his kind of thing to begin with, even if he got a chance to work his charms a little. Speed recruiting for some kind of team? Now that'd be something.

Really, though. So he'd met some people, had an alright time, and was given a very interesting offer. Spend an evening with this random person, get it all paid for. Who's going to say no to an all-expenses-paid dinner, or whatever else they'd decide on doing? Someone with more important things to do right now, probably. But it's not like Liquid does, so here he is, waiting at the assigned place and time, peering at his TAB.

"Ready, then?" he asks when someone approaches, not looking up yet.

[((let me know if you want to change anything, and if you wanna do it in a different format, go right ahead))]

Asriel Dreemurr | ota

[pleasereset]

[Kauto R3 - Tanglesnake hunt]

[It doesn't take a whole lot of prompting to get Asriel in on this contest too. While his siblings may have better experience hunting tanglesnakes than he does, it can't hurt for all three of them to make an attempt to win whatever prize is being offered.

Besides, it just sounds like fun!

As Asriel navigates through trees, foliage, and walkways, he starts to get caught up in the excitement. Every time he catches sight of what he thinks is a yellow tail, he turns and dashes at it - whether or not people are in his path. And some point, he starts jumping across tree branches, some of them which are a little too far for a young monster his size.

After catching sight of what he thinks is the Tanglesnake he's looking for, he backs up with a butt wiggle - about to make a long, very risky leap from the walkway he's standing on to one of the trees. This jump may be just a little too far for him.

Stop him? Or see if he makes it?]

[notglitching]

[Long, risky leap from a walkway to a branching, dubiously-stable support? Sounds like fun. Rinzler's perched in a branch not far up, scans flashing after the disappearing shape. He'll pause in his own pursuit long enough to watch, though.]

Lea | Kingdom Hearts | two OTA + one closed

[promises_to_keep]

[[ooc: i am on mobile a lot so i just tag in prose, but please don't let that stop you from responding however you are comfortable.]]

[MYSTERY SEEDS]
He's not sure why they needed to make sure to tell him twice not to eat these crazy looking capsules. Was that really the first instinct of some people around here? Anyone who was just handing out random unmarked substances wasn't the sort of person Lea was inclined to accept things from in the first place, let alone consume said things, but when he was informed that he should plant them, that sparked his interest a little. Lea's no green thumb, but you don't grow up in a town called Radiant Garden without learning a thing or two about plants. In having learned a thing or two about plants, though, Lea can say for sure that he's never known any to grow from capsules. Well, he guesses he's seen stranger things. The question now is, does he take them home and plant them there, or does he discreetly find a place somewhere around here to plant them and see what happens?

If these things turn into giant man-eating flytraps or something, he doesn't exactly want them on his doorstep. So maybe he'll just... look for a place to casually shove them into some dirt. There's got to be some dirt around here somewhere, right?

Pay no attention to the very tall skinny red-haired man poking around looking for someplace to plant these weird capsules, this isn't suspicious at all.


[BOTTOMS UP?]
Lea isn't much of a drinker, really, but when he's offered a free drink, it would be stupid not to accept, right? More than that, it might be rude, and he really doesn't want to make that kind of first impression. So here he is, seated at a bar, with a heart shaped glass in front of him, looking a tad awkward because he literally knows nobody and drinking alone, even from a heart shaped glass (or perhaps especially from a heart shaped glass) just feels really lame. Pull up a chair and have a chat? You might just get more honesty from him than he's ever given in his life.


[THE GAME IS AFOOT] | closed to Peter Parker
Irony is truly a cruel mistress. When Lea found the heart on his doorstep, his first instinct was to think it was some kind of mean joke, but after poking through the information on his TAB, he found that there was literally not a single person in this place he had ever met before, let alone who would know about his little hangup with hearts. So if this isn't some sort of mean-spirited prank directed at him, what is it?

After carefully putting the heart into a plastic bag (by way of a fork he promptly threw in the garbage, because ew), he makes his way down the stairs and ladder to the ground, and decides to see if anyone else was the recipient of this odd gift. Region Three is a little difficult to investigate--all those treehouses, all those stairs--he finds hearts on two more doorsteps and then decides that's way too much effort, so he moves on to Region Four. By about midday, he finds himself in Region Five, having found that most inhabited dwellings do indeed have a heart on the doorstep. He didn't take any of them (is it stealing if you take something that was left as a prank? He doesn't want to push his luck, he just got here), but he's made note of every address with a heart on the stoop, and the list only seems to keep growing...


[WILDCARD]
Come at me, bro!

mystery seeds

[brokeassgoing]

[have another redhead who is also staring suspiciously at a handful of capsules, unsure of where to stuff the damn things. When he sees Lea, he snorts.]

At least there's one more person who ain't a dumbass with this stuff. You'd think they'd learn with that ritual awhile back.

Venom | Open to new and previous CR

[poolhall_killer]

[At the Heart of the Investigation]

[The morning starts rather mundane. He's up, getting his tea ready, admiring the sun rise. But then he notices Bart acting restless. Like he's trying to tell his companion something important. Maybe he just wants to be let out. So Venom opens the door, noting the droplets of blood on the ground.

His heart quickens as he soon discovers the heart attached to the door. It doesn't appear human, but it doesn't make him any less alarmed. He gets on his TAB to ask about it, only to see the news report about the unfortunate couple. Concerned, he gets himself together and heads to R1, hoping to find a few answers.

You can find him walking around, occasionally asking random people questions. He's definitely not in his awkward casual mode. No, Venom's in Guild leader mode, so he'll come off as more commanding and assertive.]

[Watch out for that Tree (R3)]

[It's probably best that Venom stays out of the house, because whenever he's back home, he's going between the trees, teleporting and being very reckless. If you're male and happen to be walking by, chances are he'll hop down to flirt. Let's just hope he's not naked while doing so.]

[Wildcard!]

[Have an idea or scenario you'd like to do, drop me a line and we'll see what we can work out!]

Investigation: I see you seeing me seeing you

[ryuuzaki]

[Coffee, a few pastries... a weird smell in the air, and a noise of mild disgust from Tex. When L had asked her what she had in her hand, she'd held it up: a lump of dripping meat. She'd wanted to throw it away, but he'd asked her to put it in the refrigerator on a plate instead, then turned on the news. After a few minutes, the anchor had reported three married couples impaled through the hearts by arrows and an ongoing investigation. L had looked at Tex, finished off his pastry, and made his way to the refrigerator.

Under the circumstances, there was no question of her accompanying him to look into all of this: they might not be married, but he didn't yet know whether or not that was a point of nicety for the killer. Examination of the heart itself showed that it wasn't human, and locating a lab, taking it there, and having them analyze it took some time. It wasn't just "not human" -- it was unidentifiable.

The next thing to do was to check out as many of the scenes as possible, or as close to them as he could get. Ask some questions, see if anyone is talking or saw anything... try to find out who the Savrii have looking into this, when they seem ill-equipped to handle it. Murder investigation is an art, but it's also a habit, a series of procedures, and they're not in the habit in this world. The fact that they're also not stupid ameliorates that a bit.

When he makes it to the scene of one of the murders, he sits in a table at a neighborhood outdoor cafe with another coffee and observes the passers-by for a few minutes. One man stands out: around his own height, a similar but more muscular build, relatively dark skin, long white hair with a blue design in it. He's clearly asking questions, and he's not shy about it -- he moves with purpose. L recognizes him from the Moira and the time at the Midway Hub.

After a few minutes, he approaches the other man.]

You're from the Moira, yes? I'm Ryuuzaki. I worked in Tower.

[He does not state that prior to that promotion, he'd been an Intelligence Operative.]

Rinzler | OPEN

[notglitching]

A. Speed Dating Done Wrong

The ping on his TAB was as perplexing as it was terse. A location. A time. Instructions to attend. Backtracing the address finds some kind of official registry, leaving Rinzler with two main guesses as to the purpose. First, a security flag. If he hasn't derezzed anyone (here) (yet), the enforcer certainly hasn't put much effort into following this system's standards. The second possibility?

Trap.

Potential hazards either way. The first five minutes of the event, Rinzler merely observes, perched halfway up an adjacent building. When no immediate danger presents itself, he decides to risk a closer analysis. The adjunct at the front offers a chirpy greeting and a file for his TAB; Rinzler ignores the first and quarantines the second. He follows, gaze (and scans) surveying the paired tables as he's led to his own. Some kind of assessment definitely seems to be in-progress... though security as such looks lacking. Or maybe they're just terrible at acting the part?

He wouldn't put it past these errors. And he isn't letting his guard down. Whoever enters next will find themselves seated across from one growling, glowing, glowering masked figure. Enjoy!


B. Somebody Said Games

Being neither composed of chemicals nor capable of breathing in the outside air, Rinzler has noticed absolutely none of the changes in environmentals. What he did hear about? The hunt. Bug-clearing might be a routine chore under most circumstances, but when a single target was raised up as competition... well. That made this an entirely different sort of task. And whatever his feelings about the rest of these celebrations, Rinzler wasn't going to turn down a Game.

Even if he doesn't have the slightest idea what to do with their "prize" if when he wins. For the moment, Rinzler can be encountered amidst the trees and platforms of Region Three: darting along the branches, flipping across gaps, or lightcabling his way between the larger groves. Every once in a while, you might find him paused in place, one bright-lit hand pressed to the surface underneath, as tiny glowing trace-prints spread out from the point of contact. Tracking functions are useful for all kinds of hunts.

Of course, the enforcer's own trail isn't exactly unmarked. Anyone trying to catch up with Rinzler will find some unusual leavings: tanglesnakes, or... sliced up pieces thereof. Bug-cleaning isn't his function in this place, but that doesn't mean he's leaving any infestations behind.

Besides, disgusting as the biology is, he doubts anyone will complain. Aren't body parts the theme of the day?


[[ooc: spam or prose is fine; I'll match! The speed dating's only for the four-minute thing-- Rinzler presumably noped out of there long before they got to randomized actual matches.]]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Rinzler in the speed dating event? The whole idea is simply ridiculous that the thought of it makes J want to laugh. And she definitely would, if she wasn't now placed in the situation.

She sees him waiting at the table where she's being led to by one of the event's hosts. And for a third of a second she thinks about turning around and leaving. While their terms aren't as toxic or bad as they were when she was without her voice, she wouldn't go and call it ok either. There's been a 'truce' of sorts between them ever since the last very dramatic meeting. But still, despite her attempts to move forward from all what happened between them she hasn't found herself to be able forget or forgive.

But it'd be lying to say if the blackness hadn't gained some grey colors after her second death and what she had seen in the timeslip.

It's that grey that shakes off the thoughts about her leaving and pushes her continue to walk over the table, sitting down on the seat that's pulled out for her. Leaning back, she crosses her arms over her chest and raises one brow up in a challenge. Speed dating your murderer? Now, this could easily be one of the most fucked up things she's done but at the same time there certainly is the possibility for entertainment.

Fareeha || Open

[justice_from_above]

Speed Date

Speed Dating wasn't exactly something Fareeha would have normally done, but she was all for meeting new people and had some downtime between contracts and, of course, her mother had put the idea of romance into her head a while back so when the opportunity arose, she decided to jump into the unknown.

She gets the information for her mysterious matchup and arrives wearing a little black dress. Habitually a little early, she looks around and wonders what kind of person they thought fit to pair her with.

R3

Having finished one contract and spending a little time to rest before taking another, Fareeha decides it might be a good idea to explore some of the other regions she's not as familiar with. She finds it as advertised; very welcoming, very beautiful, and very relaxing. In fact, by the evening she's found herself in a tree-top cafe and just wants to have a long meaningful conversation with everyone there. Yes that includes you.

Wildcard

Got another idea? Hit her up here!

R3, if that's okay?

[promises_to_keep]

Lea's been feeling a little strange since returning to Region Three. He can't quite put a finger on what it is that feels off, but something is definitely not quite right. Well, he's had a stressful few days, what with the whole... being kidnapped into a different universe or whatever and knowing absolutely nobody in this entire place. Well, at least he's got a cool place to live while he's here. He's really rather taken with these treehouses and tree... other buildings; the view is pretty impressive, and though the sunsets still aren't quite the same as the ones in Twilight Town, they're not too shabby.

After meandering a bit, he decides to check out a little café in one of the treetops near his house, figuring a bite to eat can't hurt. He makes his way to the counter and asks for a menu, squinting at it for a moment to try and parse what these unusual offerings might be. That's when he feels eyes on him, and lifts his gaze without lifting his head, peering over the menu to try and surreptitiously determine who's staring at him. He spots a woman with dark hair and darker eyes peering in his direction and arches one eyebrow. Glancing over each shoulder and seeing that there's nobody else in his immediate vicinity, he figures she's looking at him, though he can't quite figure why. Is he that interesting?

Actually... she's kind of interesting. Maybe it's just that weird off feeling he's been having, but he feels kind of compelled to strike up a conversation. Lea's hardly unfriendly, but he's usually more the type to hang back and gauge a situation before engaging anyone. Maybe today is just a strange day.

Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, right? He tucks the menu under his arm and moves toward the woman's table, giving her an exaggerated look of suspicion as he approaches, which quickly turns into a coy grin.

"See anything you like?" he asks, leaning on the table with one hand, and as soon as the words leave his mouth he wonders why he even said them. This isn't really like him at all, but right now he's not sure he cares.

bucky barnes | mcu | ota

[dislocked]

love is forever; anywhere in kauto

[ There is blood on his hands that is not his -- again, always again -- and Bucky tries not to be sick when he cleans it off, the heart (not human, he'd know) looks distinctly alien, which only helps a little in the grand scheme of things. He finds a plastic bag to deposit it in, wonders if this is some kind of cruel joke, only to realise once he's outside that he's not alone in receiving this.

There are other people who have hearts too, other people with a macabre of their own, and he frowns as he approaches one of them. ]

Any idea whom it's from?

magic beans; ingress complex

[ Bucky thinks of contrived fairytales about boys and giants when the beans somehow find their way to him, and he has half a mind to just toss them -- although considering the things that this place could get up to, it probably wouldn't be very safe.

He does, however, offer it to the next person walking past. ]

If you'd like more of these things.

wildcard;

[seeingscarlet]

You too?

[Sometimes Wanda hates being right.

The Moirans have scattered across the planets and even the Avengers have completely fractured. Wanda likes the people in the mansion well enough, but she'd feel a lot better about waking up to a pile of organs on the porch if they were all in the same place.

She's surrounded one in the scarlet to go seek out the authorities because hilariously enough, they've no idea where whatever passes for the police here is or how to call them. If the Savrii have an emergency line, they've neglected to share it with the newcomers.

At least it's all red anyway, so she can sort of pretend it's not a heart if she doesn't look at it too closely.]

No. There was a pile of them on our porch, but whoever put them there was gone when we found them.

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | open

[krasnayapautina]

[OOC; I will match your format! Prose, brackets, it's all cool here.]

1). Insert witty line about hearts here. ♥

Well, that sure is one way to make an impression. Natasha has discovered the heart on her door, along with the short message accompanying it. Wondering if it's just her, she starts to walk around, seeing if there's evidence of anyone else having gotten the same surprise. But then she quickly decides to travel to a couple other regions to check out things there. If she sees anyone else out and about, she'll approach them and ask if they found one too and if so, if they know where it came from. A person? Something else?

2). Guess who is in R3 a lot - she lives there - and is now flirting with everyone? (Spoilers: It's Natasha.)

While in Region Three, Natasha finds herself in a state that she might equate - at least, more or less - to being somewhere on the side of tipsy or drunk: Lifted mood, lowered inhibitions, flirting with nearly everyone. This is fine (well, it's probably not). The thing is, people are more than likely to be greeted with an overly cheesy pickup line because Natasha's weird sense of humor tends to come out more when she's like this.

3). The wildcard option.

[hit me with a thing and I'll roll with it]

3!

[seeingscarlet]

[It's times like this that Wanda really hates that the Avengers didn't stay together. Life in the mansion is good for her, but half of the others ping her as people who need her protection, not potential allies if this does come to a fight.

So it's really no surprise that Natasha is the first person she texts after running into Bucky and confirming that this wasn't an isolated incident.]

Please tell me you didn't wake up to a pile of hearts at your door.

Ginko | OTA

[notyetsore]

A - Kauto R3

Ginko’s not too concerned with the promise of a prize, but it sounds like a good way to spend some free time. He likes visiting this region, anyway; the farm where he’s staying with his older self is nice, but trees in any form are still more familiar to him in a lot of ways.

The smell of the flowers doesn’t hurt his mood, either, and Ginko can be found both clambering through the trees and making his way along the forest floor.

Unfortunately, after his time on the ship and the trek through rockier land, he’s a little bit out of practice - not to mention heavier than he was when he was in the habit of climbing trees in his own world.

Whether Ginko misjudges a branch’s ability to hold his weight or loses his grip, others enjoying the outdoors - whether they’re taking part in the contest or not - might end up with a small, scrawny, teenage boy falling out of a tree near them with a startled yelp. If they’re lucky maybe he’ll just land near them and not, you know, on them.

B - Four Minutes

Ginko has never been on a date in his life. Frankly, he has no personal interest in changing that, either; the idea of speed dating in particular strikes him as kind of daunting. But Frisk said it would be fun, and Other Ginko (Ginko-san?) said he should try it, and… well.

Somehow, here he is.

Hopefully some people here aren’t bothered too much by being seated across from a fidgety fourteen-year-old who looks about as comfortable here as a fish stuck in a tree.

Wildcard

((OOC: Let me know here or at omixgirl10 if you want to do something else!))

Tron | OTA | will match style!

[fight4theusers]

[Love is Forever]
The meaning of the bloody organ left by his door is completely lost on Tron. Despite the cheerful message attached to it, he isn't at all pleased with having to clean up the mess it's left behind. His expression becomes even more grim as he notices that all the doors nearby have the same gruesome item stuck to them.

He can only assume there's some sort of sick killer on the loose, especially when he hears about the murders... morbidly pinned together with an arrow. With purpose, he sets out to conduct his own investigation.


[Tanglesnake Hunt/Love in the Air]
Tron has heard the advertisements for the hunt, and while the idea of exterminating local vermin doesn't seem particularly appealing, it was still a contest, a game of sorts. He can think of it as hunting Gridbugs, perhaps.

Once in R3, he throws himself into the game, chasing down the creatures, searching for the elusive golden snake that would yield the prize. Circuits glowing with exertion, he breathed in the air to cool his system; a mechanism not strictly necessary, but useful.

After a short time, however, he seems to forget the tanglesnake hunt, his movements becoming more languid and lazy. Eventually, he begins to simply wander the paths, smiling absently and looking at the flowers and trees around. "Have you ever noticed how... bright everything is?" he comments to the nearest person.

Tanglesnakes!

[poolhall_killer]

Venom's taking a break of his own, lazily roosting in one of the many trees. It's hard swinging around like a wild man, letting the tanglesnakes run past him without a care. He has no intention of catching the golden one even though Jim might like it. Bart wouldn't. No way.

As he's happily inhaling the sweet scent, he notices someone else who seems to be enjoying the suddenly positive atmosphere.

"Bright is a lovely way of putting it, sir."

closed to the iron bull

[corrective]

[Bryan had gone to speed dating for the company, not specifically looking for romance. He had Nate, wanted to have Nate anyway. Universes away that he might not see again, but he wanted that. Sex, sure. He could separate the two. If that happened, it was fine, but never anything more than that. Anyone looking for that, he'd politely turn away. There just wasn't any room left in him to love someone else the way he already loved Nathan Miller.

But he went, for the company. Possibly to be distracted by sex. To forget, for a while, that he was here alone and that he might never get to go home.

At the end of the night, he's had a few drinks and he heads back to his room in the treehouse he shares with a few others. When the text comes through that he's been matched up with someone and that the date is paid for, well, who is he to argue against anything free.

He shoots the guy a quick message.]

My name's Bryan. They're giving us a free night on the town. You interested?

Alan Bradley | Tron | OTA

[alan_1]

talk about a heart attack (kauto, region 1, apartments)
[The first few weeks on Thisavrou have proved surprisingly stable after the chaotic environment of the Moira. Alan has his own apartment, a regular job he goes to on weekdays, and a number of mundane concerns from grocery shopping to budgeting his new income. It’s almost easy to believe Thisavrou is as normal a place as Earth… until it isn’t.

It starts with Alan seeing something sitting by his door as he’s getting ready to leave in the morning. It looks like a folded up piece of paper, pinned to something on the ground. Is it supposed to be mail? A notice of some kind? He reaches down and picks it up, finding the paper pinned to something soft and cool and–

What.

There’s a quiet splat as Alan drops the heart and the attached message back onto the floor with a gasp. For a moment, he just stands there holding his hands away from him in shock like he’s calculating the most efficient route back to soap and water without touching anything. Then, he looks back at the heart at his feet. The message is still there, slightly red-spattered after having been dropped along with the heart. Alan’s experiencing a variety of reactions at the moment: disgusted, increasingly alarmed, confused – but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also feel some morbid curiosity at what message would be delivered pinned to a freshly removed heart.

Careful not to actually touch the red flesh beneath it, Alan unpins the note and picks up to paper. He unfolds it, with absolutely no idea what to expect–

And finds himself more confused than ever to find nothing but the words “Looking Good!” written in friendly, looping font.

This time, he can’t help but voice his reaction aloud.]

What.

(closed to Nihlus)
[Alan wasn’t planning on getting involved with any of the planet’s bizarre festivities, but it seems the universe has other plans. One second, he’s trying to move through a crowd of people on his way home, the next he’s being handed refreshments and a drink in a heart-shaped glass by one of the festival’s organizers. Or just another reveler – it happens so fast, Alan isn’t quite sure. All he knows is that he’s left standing with a drink he doesn’t want, looking around for somewhere to put it down and hopefully make a quiet getaway.

Unfortunately, he’s so intent on getting out of the crowd, he isn’t prepared when he runs into a familiar face he maybe would’ve preferred to avoid. Alan blinks in surprise, looking from Nihlus to the identical drink in the turian’s (hot pink, prosthetic) hand. Perhaps he had been roped into the festivities the same way Alan had.

There’s a moment where Alan actually thinks of saying something substantial to the turian. And then that moment passes when Alan realizes that even “how are you,” is rather fraught given their last conversation. Instead, there’s a moment of silence as Alan tries to think of what to say and then ultimately resigns himself to a hopefully safe nod and a short,] Nihlus, [to prevent the silence from dragging out to even more awkward lengths.]

heart attack!

[promises_to_keep]

[Lea decided it was probably a good idea to check all areas, and so after wrapping up in Region 5, he heads back around to Region 1. He's no closer to any sort of solution, or even to formulating an idea what this has all been about, but he's always been the sort to finish what he starts. As he notes the apartment doorsteps that have also been struck by this peculiar cupid of sorts, he rounds a corner in time to see a resident in the process of discovering he's been visited, and he can't help a bit of a laugh at the man's reaction.]

Took the words right out'a my mouth, honestly. [He lifts a hand in a casual wave.] Pretty much every house I've passed, there's been one'a those, or at least evidence that one was there recently. I'm not sure what's more unsettling: the idea of someone just having all these hearts on-hand, or the idea of someone specifically procuring this many hearts for this undertaking.

The Big Sister | Bioshock 2 | OTA

[handofrapture]

heartbreaker, heartbreaker, is this a game to you? (cw: gore, kauto, region 4, apartments)
[There is one person on Kauto who is not only not shocked by the hearts left by their doors, but it actually pretty pleased about it. Honestly, it’s more of a surprise it took so long for something like this to happen; in Rapture, among a population of splicers, dismemberment and organ removal would hardly raise eyebrows anymore.

The tall, spindly girl picks up the heart in one hand, unpinning the note and tossing it to the side with utter disinterest. The heart doesn't look like a human's, though it could feasibly belong to a particularly mutated splicer (though it’s disappointingly free from any scent of ADAM). She squeezes it in one hand. She’s stabbed through plenty of hearts with her needles before, ripped ADAM directly out of splicers’ chests with as little effort as punching a needle through a wet paper bag. But she’s never actually held a heart before.

Seized by a sudden, curious whim, she squeezes the lump of tissue until she feels it strain against her fingers. Just the slightest bit more pressure and its intricate chambers collapse with a slight pop. The Big Sister opens her hand, looking with interest at the resulting mass of ruined viscera for a few moments, before dropping it unceremoniously to the floor.

Hopefully you didn’t want the heart left outside your own door, because Big Sister will be by shortly to pick it up. And probably destroy in some amusing manner, because clearly these are her toys now.]

[closed to rinzler] heartbreaker, heartbreaker, hope it all comes back to you
[Amusing as the hearts may be, they don’t manage to hold the Big Sister’s attention for very long when she finds herself in possession of a far more interesting toy. The weapon the red-and-black creature had dropped during the last encounter is a stubborn thing, unwilling to open no matter how much bashing and plasmid-use she subjects it to. The creature had used it to grab hold of her oxygen tank when they were underwater, and the Big Sister is clever enough to know that it could be equally useful on land – if she could only figure out how to use it.

She’s comfortable enough in Region 4 that she’s willing to venture out without her armor when she doesn’t want to attract attention, which she certainly doesn’t want to do now. The last thing she needs is for someone to try and confiscate her ill-gotten loot, nor does she want to be spotted futilely waving the baton at nearby sturdy objects. So she sticks to less trafficked areas of Region 4 with enough space to experiment should she actually figure out how to activate the damn thing.

She’s about a half a minute from trying to pry the baton apart to see how it works. This trial and error is getting tiresome.]

[foins]

[It is not the person’s interest in the organs that catches Laura’s attention but the method with which she destroys them with such glee, as if they are meant to be handled so, that makes Laura watch her and decide to follow. There is the mess that the stranger leaves as well, as if the only use for the remains is to only add filth to the streets. Though it is not the exact circumstances, Laura is reminded of her missions with the Facility, when making such a mess meant nothing. The bodies were only incidental, nothing worth noting, and there was never a reason to think the lives were worth anything.

Here, now, Laura thinks it must mean the stranger is also from that different world that very few others know of, a world where murder is normal and killing is purpose. But she had been blinded then, by what she had been taught was reality when the truth was far from what was presented her.

After a witnessing quite a few instances of hearts being crushed and left in the stranger’s wake, Laura finally calls out to her:] Is it really so fun? Destroying those hearts.

Shiro | open + closed

[shiro2hero]

SPEED DATING | closed to Darin | 20th
[Lucio. Signed him up. For speed dating. Lucio put him in for this.]

[And now he has a blind date with someone.]

[A date.]

[He's going to have words with that man when he sees him again.]

[Regardless, he's not the kind of guy to just abandon a promise, even if he hadn't made it himself. He can't just stand someone up. So he just sends off the address of a random restaurant. Shows up in his armor. Because that way he doesn't have to wear the sling -- the armor supports enough of his arm's weight as is.]

[And just. Waits.]




REGION 3 | ota | flowers and mood lifting | 26th ish
[Some kind of herbs that could give you decent dreams? Sounds like a great idea, as far as a constantly exhausted, nightmare-ridden individual is concerned. He hadn't heard exactly where you were supposed to find the things, but it seemed worth it to go for a look.]

[Everyone was always on his case to rest more, anyway. It made sense to try and find something.]

[And besides. One more excuse to get out of the house for a while. Process everything going on.]

[He can be found browsing around the third region of Kauto. Occasionally stopping to talk to people nearby. But, gradually, as he sticks around, the pensive look on his face starts to ease.]

[He's actually smiling, after a while. It's a miracle.]

r3 ofc

[wallride]

Hey, Shiro! Say Voltron!

[here is the devil, having been spoken of, and is popping up from behind shiro to take a picture. he is going to TREASURE that smile, damnit.]

Sideswipe | open & closed

[redshitlord]

SHOPPING | all over | ota
[So, sweet month. Okay. That meant romance and stuff. And if there was something he and his preferred romance partner hadn't had enough of lately, it was romance. It was time to just be ridiculous together.]

[Thus, Sideswipe is out and about. Browsing shops and blowing his money on anything reasonably romantic-looking.]

[He might even stop someone small enough to go into stores, and ask for help.]

Hey! Hey, dude! Help a guy out?



DATE NIGHT | R1 | closed to RIPTIDE
[Okay so even the Savrii apparently have big enough empty buildings for robots to hang out in. And that's where he is, currently. Having placed all his collection of "romantic" odds and ends around the space.]

[There's candles. And something that looks like a futuristic oil diffuser for nice smells. His music player turned onto something like space jazz.]

[And cubes. So many small, glowing cubes. He's totally gone all out, and probably blown way too much money. But oh well.]

[He pings Riptide, then. Ready and waiting for DATE NIGHT.]

d8 night

[knaval]

[it takes him a while to get there, but riptide shows up nonetheless.]

Heeeeey, dude. What's u-- woah!

[he steps into the room proper and looks around, slowly raising his hands to his chest.]

Sideswipe!

Krieg || Borderlands || open & closed

[fuelthefire]

[Open CW: for probable mentions of violence]

1.) USE YOUR INSIDE VOICE (open)
FOUR MINUTES
[It's time for the "Speed" portion of the Speed Dating event.

There is a very large, broad-shouldered, shirtless man seated somewhat uncomfortably in a chair that's just a touch too small for him. He's wearing a mask that covers his entire face, save for his left eye. His arms and torso are covered in old scars, as well as multiple, more recent scrapes and cuts, scabbed over and ostensibly healing. He leans back in the chair and leans forward with his forearms crossed on the table by turns, jiggling one or the other of his legs up and down in a release of nervous energy under the table.

His one visible eye fixes on the face of the person across from him as they seat themselves, and he waits almost politely until his next "date" is settled to speak. His voice is loud and he speaks with an almost feral growl that - surprisingly - is not at all muffled by the mask he wears.]

I hear your blood.

[...Because that's perfectly normal. Yup.]

2.) VALUE OUR PAIN TOGETHER (closed to J and Ginko)
IS THIS TRUE LOVE, OR JUST A KIDNAPPING?
[To be perfectly honest, Krieg has no real interest in a follow-up "date". He's just here for the all-expenses paid meal. And maybe he'll go to the movie, afterwards, too, as long as it's got explosions. He remembers movies, even though he doesn't remember the last time he's been to one...Or if he's ever been to one. So that promises to be interesting, at least.

It's a fancy restaurant, the kind that doesn't exist on Pandora, and it requires its patrons to wear shirts and shoes. Shoes are never a problem, but he can't remember the last time he wore a shirt. Gaige had helped him find one that reminded them both of Salvador - a cotton t-shirt with a waistcoat and tie screenprinted on it. He only has to wear it for a couple of hours at most. He can probably make it that long without ripping its seams.

He fidgets impatiently in his chair while he waits for his "dates" to show up. The restaurant staff is expecting them, and had seated him right away at the reserved table. It's probably not even five minutes before the Maître D' ushers the first of his two dinner companions over, which thankfully signals the end of his boredom.]

I'll eat the pain!

[...He means "hello." But. Close enough.]

3.) YOU CAN'T SWALLOW MY MORALITY
WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure! HMU with a PM or at gundamkiwi if you want to plot!]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[J had signed up for the speed dating for no other reason than shit and giggles. It had been harmless fun on her part and so when the invitation for follow-up date, with people who she hadn't met at the event no less, she doesn't hesitate accepting it. This could definitely be fun! Besides, the sponsored date was supposed to be in one of those more expensive restaurants she had wanted to go ever since arriving here, followed right after by a movie. Sounds like a sweet deal. What could go wrong?

Seeing that it's a fancy restaurant J dresses up accordingly, wearing a black dress with white belt and shiny diamond earrings. Her makeup, as always, is spot on with her lips dark red to fit the dramatic mood that her dress gives. Once again, she looks like someone straight from motion picture. She arrives to the restaurant a little late just enough to keep the suspicion up. First impressions are important and it's all about to timing. It'd be no good to give a too eager or interested picture of herself.

But when she's led towards the reserved table and she sees her companion already waiting for her there she halts, thinking that this must be a mistake. Thankfully, it's not Rinzler but the man in question is everything what she had prepared for. Her nose wrinkles up a little in disapproval and she looks around the other tables for a moment, just to take make sure there isn't any other people waiting for her date. But no such luck.]

Fuck. [She whispers to herself and swallows air, collecting herself back up and replacing the frown with her usual, calm and alluring smile. This could still work out right? After all, they say you should never judge book by it's cover.

She approaches the table with graceful steps, allows the waiter pull a chair for her and sits down, opening her mouth ready to greet her partner but then he beats her to it and..

Well. Fuck indeed.]

Ah. Well, sweetie. I don't think this is the place for that.

closed to casa delinquents and friends. also, NSFW

[rekt]

[ it's a lovely day in the big ass tree community neighborhood, and john murphy has spent his morning tangled up in bed with his beautiful, charming, brilliant girlfriend, shaking the bedframe and probably making louder sex noises than bryan is completely comfortable. but he's just woken up, taken a deep breath of the tree people air, and felt compelled to it. like he couldn't stop touching her, couldn't get enough of her skin, of her voice, of her smile.

when he finally comes padding out of the room, it's with a bedsheet loosely wrapped around his hips, low and slipping lower, hair all sex messed and hickeys dotted across his neck, shoulders and chest. there's a pleasant little song hummed on his lips, and he's making his way to the kitchen, intent to grab some breakfast, and return to emori in the bedroom.

except, there's a roadblock. and bryan and kavinsky playing tonsil hockey against their kitchen counter shaped roadblock.

bryan.

and kavinsky.

it's the abrupt, barked laugh that probably catches their attention before anything else, murphy practically losing his shit over here at this reality going on in his vicinity. oh lord. this is probably such a mistake. which just makes it so much more hilarious to him. john murphy never claimed to have a popular sense of humor. he waves them off, walking past, towards the fridge. ] Oh, don't mind me, you kids look like you're having a fabulous time, no need to break up the party. Just don't forget to wrap your tool, Bryan.

[pillz]

[did ronan lynch just walk into the kitchen? kavinsky was wondering, his hands wrapped around bryan's ass and his body flush against the other boy's more muscular frame.

to be fair, his disorientation is pretty understandable. for one thing, the air is swimming with something that's been keeping him on a half-chub and a reasonably nice temper since he got into r3. and at some point, he had determined that bryan is pragmatically speaking, a better kisser than he is. it might have something to do with having a soul, you know, caring how your partner truly responds, not as a token of power but because there is sincere joy to be derived from curling their toes. but kavinsky doesn't think so. he's pretty sure bryan's just used to necking with his boooyyyfrieeeeend.

he minds even less than usual. supercilious monster judgment temporarily suspended thanks to flirt pollen. he's just real into gay doing it, lately.]

Heeeey.

[he crawls out of the pheremone haze of his head long enough to finally process who is this person really.] He's really real. [he's saying this to the side of bryan's neck while bryan sucks on the side of his own neck. in the recent past, the side of bryan's neck has been a great conversational partner, okay.] You stuck it in him too? Proof no razors.