EVENT MINGLE: AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The event mingle for the And A Happy New Year event.
When: Days 555-557
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

DAY 555 (Dec 14-15)

As the last of the black ice is cleared from the city - and the last of its natives wake from their gray slumber - a cautious winter celebration begins. The city itself opens its doors wide to the allied forces still camped outside it and the natives invite the Travelers to observe the beginning of Winter and the approach of the end of the Asgardian year with them.

The day begins with what seems like a typical party in the streets. There is food, music, and an attitude of general warmth and hope from the Natives that hasn't been quite so present in a long time. It will be interrupted in the early afternoon by a snowball fight that starts in one sector of the city and quickly snowballs out of control. For a few hours, the city itself will become a veritable warzone, with most of the city's native children and adults alike getting in on the fight! Watch your back and take no prisoners. (NOTE: Please check THIS LINK for player plot information about the snowball fight!)

DAY 556 (Dec 16-17)

Day 556 sees a brief return to old - and maybe familiar - tricks. The festivities continue on outside, but some Travelers throughout the course of the day may find themselves influenced by magical impulse… all in the name of good holiday fun, of course.

The effects of these miniature curses will last anywhere between ten minutes and an hour and happen spontaneously, and most of them are echoes of similar curses that have been laid upon the city before. Travelers may find themselves:

• Unable to lie or actively compelled to blurt truths, consequences be damned
• Only able to communicate in poetry or song
• Given a nagging urge to (sincerely!) compliment anyone they come across
• Compelled to just hold hands with whoever they're near
• Caught under sprigs of magic mistletoe that seem to appear at arbitrary times at equally arbitrary places (though they can either be kissed or just wait a few minutes for it to disappear again)

Your character can be affected by as many and as often as you'd like, but none of them are mandatory. To reward the Travelers for putting up with that silliness one final time, they will find in their rooms that night a basket of chocolate, a horrendously ugly Christmas sweater, and one item from home. The item can be anything that fits within the game's technological and magical rules! If you'd like your character to receive something, please just drop a comment HERE to get it approved.

DAY 557 (Dec 18-19)

Day 557 marks the final day of celebration. That evening, twinkling, magical fairy lights will cover the edges of buildings and the branches of trees all over the city. There are light displays of amazing proportion all over the city, and the Welcome Halls are done up in entirely their signature color. the Travelers will be invited into the castle again for a ball much like the one last year. Thor will announce the end of curfew and tell everyone to party hard, because the hunt for both Surt and a way to heal the World Tree will begin after this.

The party will last until midnight, when everyone will be shuffled out into the courtyard for a brilliant fireworks display. It represents both the victory over Thiazi and the hope that the celebration of this coming new year will not be the last.

[ This is the mingle log for the And A Happy New Year event. Please include your location and the IC day in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! ]

Comments

[sleight_of_hand]

He didn't want to stop, he really shouldn't have stopped, but his feet refused to go forward when she called after him. Adachi did not look back, however; he could hold that little bit of stubbornness over the whole situation.

[damselled]

"If you are truly serious about atoning... what are you going to do?" she asked. Obviously, he would stay in prison, but what about this place? "You cannot simply cut all ties and run. It will do you no good." It would be tempting, she supposed, after all he'd done - but it was also no way to change.

[sleight_of_hand]

"I'm still working... jail or not, I'm still a cop. At least here I get to actually practice."

He paused, before letting out a sigh, finally turning toward her.

"Beyond that... I don't know," Adachi continued... before he shrugged, letting out a laugh. "There's still that Surt guy out there, right? Who knows, maybe I'll join in that fight. I've already beaten up one fire god; why not another?"

[damselled]

"You'll kill yourself," she gasped, looking up at him in horror. Neither of them had any powers in this place that would help them very much in combat - at least, not on the surface. Was he truly so ready to throw himself away?

[sleight_of_hand]

Adachi shrugged casually, but inside he was holding back a shudder he'd never admit to. He didn't want to die... he never did. He rather have seen his world go to shit then die, and even when he was stuck following man's law, he still didn't want to die.

...even though he probably was anyway.

"Eh, so it happens sooner than it's supposed to," he replied like it was no big deal. "At least I'll go out on my terms."

[damselled]

"Nonsense." The word was sharp and sudden, and were it not for the fact that a calling-out from Maribelle was usually sharp and sudden to begin with, Adachi would likely know how wrong things were. Then again, he probably would know, anyway.

So she stepped up to him and crossed her arms, looking him full in the face. "I don't believe it," she said, "not for an instant." Perhaps she didn't know Adachi at all - but even so, that seemed like something he would never do.

[sleight_of_hand]

For a moment, a brief moment, something like... resolution? Sadness? Whatever painful emotion it was, it flashed across his face. The casual smirk was back as he shrugged, however, hiding what he was really feeling finally.

"Hey, guess you'll just have to see when we find the big bad, won't you?" he asked, turning to leave again. "Pretty sure that'll happen any day now."

[damselled]

"How dare you." The words were unusually quiet, coming from Maribelle, but there was venom enough in them that Adachi would surely hear. "Do you truly think the correct way to go about this is to simply throw yourself away?" He was afraid to die, she knew he was - and this certainly could not be what he wanted.

Then again, considering all that he'd done, perhaps it didn't matter anymore.

[sleight_of_hand]

...he was going to have to be cruel, wasn't he?

Adachi just let out a bored sounding sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hey, it's not like it matters, right? I mean... you don't need to care about me anymore."

[damselled]

"That's not it in the least," said Maribelle, shaking her head. "If you wish to atone, surely there are better ways to do so than to ensure the mourning of those who do care for you, yes? Haven't you caused them enough pain?"

Perhaps he really didn't care, after all, but Maribelle was not about to let him off so easily.

[sleight_of_hand]

"Ha... the people that do care for me, hunh?" Adachi replied, a smile on his face that he wasn't really feeling. "I thought we already established that I screwed that up already."

[damselled]

"Are you mad?" Maribelle scoffed. "Oh, nevermind, that much is obvious. However, you ought to know that just because something is established, that does not mean it cannot be changed." She sniffed. Honestly, these lowborn criminals and their manners!

[sleight_of_hand]

Adachi just sighed, shaking his head. "What does it matter now?"

He turned away from her then, forcing himself to walk away.

[damselled]

Oh, no he didn't. Maribelle stalked after him, glaring daggers into his back all the while." It matters the most now, when things are at their breaking point!" she exclaimed, reaching out to catch at his sleeve. "You have already shown the worst of yourself - now is the time to be at your best."

[sleight_of_hand]

He stopped, but he almost just shrugged her off instead. It took a moment before he finally looked down at her, trying to manage an annoyed look.

"Hey, careful. Don't want your boyfriend seeing you trying to encourage me like that."

[damselled]

"Don't you dare!" snapped Maribelle, angry tears filling her eyes. "Don't you dare bring him into this in such a manner!" Yosuke had already been hurt enough, surely. She should have listened to him, but she had honestly wanted to be fair to Adachi.

[sleight_of_hand]

"Hey, am I wrong?" he replied, a little colder than he intended. "Did you even tell him about anything we were doing, or did you just keep that to yourself?"

[damselled]

Maribelle looked a little stung, and she let go of Adachi's sleeve. "Of course I let him know what had happened!" Except for the kiss - and even then, she had told him after Adachi had attacked her, despite not knowing how to bring it up. She had, however, told him about the embrace beforehand.

[sleight_of_hand]

"Right, I'm sure he took it well," he sneered, working the arm of the sleeve she had been clinging to. "Well, at least now he's got nothing to worry about."

[damselled]

"Tohru," Maribelle said, her tone turning icy, "that is no one's fault but your own." Of course, she wasn't the sort to go gadding about with someone else - she was, after all, rather fond of Yosuke. However, there was no denying that something had been between Adachi and Maribelle.

[sleight_of_hand]

"Heh... isn't everything?" he muttered, shrugging it off like everything.

Of course they had something going on. If he hadn't fucked up, he could see them having an actual relationship. Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough to keep that going.

[damselled]

"You cannot fool me, Tohru," said Maribelle. "I know you regret, and I know you care. Acting like an uncaring clod will do nothing to help this." Honestly, she was almost tempted to slap him again.

[sleight_of_hand]

"Hey, even if I could, like I said, it doesn't matter anymore," he replied. He shrugged again, starting off.

[damselled]

This time, she let him go, watching after him with an unreadable look in her eyes for a few moments before walking off again. She needed to train - or maybe, just maybe, she needed to pull a Vaike and hit something.