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- !mod post: holiday,
- !mod post: monthly mingle,
- degrassi: lola pacini,
- httyd: hiccup haddock iii,
- logan: laura,
- magnificent seven: billy rocks,
- marvel (616): billy kaplan,
- marvel (616): loki laufeyson,
- marvel (616): steve rogers,
- marvel (mcu): gamora,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- marvel (mcu): sam wilson,
- marvel (mcu): thor,
- original: shigeru miyata,
- star trek (aos): james kirk,
- star trek (tng): beverly crusher,
- star wars: cassian andor,
- star wars: finn,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- star wars: poe dameron,
- star wars: rey,
- voltron: keith,
- ✖ dc comics (rebirth): jason todd,
- ✖ dceu: steve trevor,
- ✖ dmmd: noiz,
- ✖ dragon age: anders,
- ✖ ffvii: valeria myles [knife (f)],
- ✖ ffxiv: x'rhun tia,
- ✖ ffxv: ignis scientia,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist (03): edward elric,
- ✖ game of thrones: daenerys targaryen,
- ✖ game of thrones: jon snow,
- ✖ gintama: gintoki sakata,
- ✖ gravity rush: raven,
- ✖ gundam 00: lyle dylandy,
- ✖ gundam 00: tieria erde,
- ✖ kuroshitsuji: ciel phantomhive,
- ✖ kuroshitsuji: undertaker,
- ✖ league of legends: varus,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): sif,
- ✖ marvel (tv): frank castle,
- ✖ marvel (tv): lauren strucker,
- ✖ marvel (tv): matt murdock,
- ✖ marvel (ultimates): tony stark,
- ✖ marvel: ava orlova,
- ✖ miraculous ladybug: marinette (ladybug,
- ✖ my hero academia: present mic,
- ✖ my hero academia: shouta aizawa,
- ✖ my hero academia: toshinori yagi,
- ✖ original: rin,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: chibita,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: osomatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: hana song,
- ✖ overwatch: reaper,
- ✖ red vs blue: felix,
- ✖ red vs blue: locus,
- ✖ shadowhunter chronicles: alec lightwoo,
- ✖ shadowhunter chronicles: jace wayland,
- ✖ star trek (ds9): odo,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup taaco,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ the covenant: caleb danvers,
- ✖ the covenant: chase collins,
- ✖ the raven cycle: ronan lynch,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson,
- ✖ xenosaga: citrine
introductory mingle: HARVEST FESTIVAL
what: Introductory Log and Harvest Festival celebration
when: The month of November.
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines
In the days leading up to November 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: The Harvest Festival. This holiday is in celebration of the harvest season and autumn, as the moon transitions into its winter period, and is characterized by indulging in the plenty that comes with the harvest season with loved ones, cleaning house figuratively and literally, and making sure that those in need don't suffer during the winter. Celebrations tend to focus around food and charity, with citizens enjoying and sharing cultural meals and sharing stories, or participating in any of the wide range of charity projects and events going on during this season.
The biggest traditions of the Harvest Festival are centered around giving and sharing. Charity is central, and the each year the city sets up a large open tent with warm places to rest for anyone who might be homeless and a table capable of sitting over 50 people at any given time, with a round-the-clock catered feast for anyone who wants to sit and have a meal with anyone else who's dropped by. Besides this, there are a wide variety of events benefiting charities in the city, including a karaoke concert, stray animal round up, and the annual "stuff swap" where residents clean their homes and donate anything they don't need to those who might be lacking. There is also a tradition of writing down repressed or bottled up thoughts, feelings, regrets, sins, and other troubles and tossing them into a bonfire to go into winter with a clean soul.
i. harvest feast & stuff swap
For the first few days of November, anyone dropping by the city center will notice a large tent structure being put into place - by November 3rd, as the last of October's ghosts fade into nonexistence, a veritable banquet hall will have been sent up. For a week following the setup, anyone who drops by the hall and steps inside will see a large table laden with food. Bread, stew, fruits and vegetables, soups, roasted meat, and almost anything else one can think of will be on the table, along with plates, silverware, and cups. Anyone is free to take a plate, settle down at the table, and help themselves to a meal.
The Feast is staffed entirely by volunteers, who do the cooking, cleaning, and tidy up the dishes and area afterwards, keeping the constant stream of food coming. Whether your character is heading in to sit beside a stranger and strike up a conversation, or volunteering their time, energy, or cooking skills to the hall, they're more than welcome.
One corner of the hall is entirely dedicated to the yearly "stuff swap." There's a long-standing tradition of fall cleaning in Riverview Quarantine, where residents will thoroughly clean their homes and rid themselves of excess in preparation for the winter. The extra things that aren't needed can be dropped off at the city center where the Feast is set up, and anyone who is in need of a particular item that has been donated can take it free of charge. This is an honor system, so please be kind to others! (Or don't.)
ii. charity karaoke
On the weekend of November 10th and 11th, while the Feast will be cleared away, the tent is being repurposed for a new event - a Karaoke Concert for the needy! Set up as a makeshift bar and lounge area, the space will be fronted by a large stage where singles or groups of people can choose a song and karaoke their hearts out to a crowd of spectators. There's a by-donation cover fee, and guests are encouraged to reward the best (or most hilariously bad) renditions of beloved songs from across the multiverse with digital "tips" that are transferred to the karaoke performer's charity of choice.
Whether you're a spectator tipping a performer, or a performer who's singing their heart out on the stage to benefit a variety of charities from the homeless to the animal shelter to children in need (and almost anything else you can think of), the Karaoke Concert is both hilarious and heartwarming.
iii. stray animal roundup
One of the main charity events that seems to happen every year is the stray roundup. As the seasons turn and it gets colder and colder at night, many residents who have a soft spot for animals band together to round up as many stray animals as possible and take them to shelters where they can be rehabilitated, given a warm bath, fed, and have a safe place to sleep. Volunteers take to the streets with crates and nets or restraining poles as well as generous bags of treats of food to entice the strays with, and capture them safely to be brought back to the various animal shelters around the Quarantine. Any animal who's caught is put up for adoption, and volunteers are encouraged to take home any strays that they bond particularly well with, or are invited to foster animals in their homes.
Whether your character is a die-hard animal lover, looking for a new pet, or just wants some wacky hijinks trying to chase a wily critter around the streets, they'll be suited up with supplies by other volunteers and released into the fray. The most common animals to be found are cats, dogs, and small domesticated foxes, but feel free to assume that your character is rounding up a reptile, rodent, bird, or a domesticated alien critter. Playing a thread with this prompt is a great opportunity to get a cute alien pet for your character without spending AP.
iv. letting go
On the evening of November 15th, a series of large bonfires will be set up all along the beaches of the river, and as the night falls, people begin migrating to the beaches from all over the city carrying slips of paper in a wide variety of colors with words written on them in a wide variety of languages, and throwing them into the fires. This is a way of psychologically and emotionally cleaning house for the residents of the Quarantine, because the papers they bring contain the stories of their pain, poems written about the feelings they bottle up, a venting of their anger and fear and resentment, all to be eaten up by the flames and washed away by the river with the next rain.
No matter where a person comes from, they carry pain and suffering and hurts that they must hide. This is a welcome opportunity for characters to write out their thoughts and feelings and release them. And if the symbolism of burning them isn't enough, there are always other people around the fires who are willing to listen, to hear all those things that people keep locked up inside. Share a story willingly, listen to someone's story, or just get caught holding your deepest darkest secrets on a really vulnerable piece of paper...it's up to you.
v. roommates or wildcard
Feel free to use this prompt to meet new roommates, for the purpose of getting to know each other, or hit up the mod-posted prompt to create a Communal Housing floor mingle. Or, if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set during the Harvest Festival, feel free to write it up!
Credit: image i & iii: Bastien Grivet; image ii & iv: unknown (stock/hobbiton)
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Pretty sure you still got that matter of the pinky swear to deal with.
[ And the words roll together, sideways and tumbling.
But he makes an effort to straighten, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at her expectantly. ]
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He looks almost hilariously determined, bleary-eyed and out of it, and she reaches out to brush messy hair away from his face. ]
You should lie down.
[ And she gives him a mirrored look of expectance. ]
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How dare you.
And Peter refuses to be swayed, even if her touch is nice, and he unconsciously lets out a contented hum. ]
You still gotta sing.
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[ Which is less of a suggestion now and more command – though not a particularly harsh one.
She's partially buying time, partially trying to get Peter comfortable because he needs to sleep off the amount he drank. ]
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You don't gotta put me to bed.
[ Is he sulking?
Probably. ]
'M not a baby.
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He's clearly not a baby – because he's at least five. ]
Stop complaining, Peter.
[ She doesn't bother reassuring him that she doesn't think he's a baby when he obviously isn't, and she gives him a vaguely reprimanding look.
She makes herself at home where she sits on the bed, her hand set near Peter's arm as she cocks her head, thoughtful. ]
What was the name of that song on your Zune? With... Thunder only happens when it's raining—
[ There's a lilt to the line as she offers it, only distantly following the tune of Fleetwood Mac's, Dreams. ]
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'M not complaining.
[ —he complains.
He lies down, at least, shifting onto his side and tucking an arm under his pillow, and when he sees her hand near him, he reaches for it, fingers wrapping loosely around hers. Peter's always been a tactile person, and it comes out all the more when he's had a few too many to drink – getting Rocket into headlocks, throwing his arm around Drax's shoulder, pressing his side against Gamora. This isn't new, exactly.
What makes it different is that unspoken-spoken thing between them, there and not. The elephant in the room, Peter would call it, if he didn't have to then explain what an elephant was, and why no one was talking about it.
It's not quite the song he's asked for, but it's close (and hopefully getting closer), and he flashes a bright, lopsided smile of encouragement for it. ]
"Dreams"? Fleetwood Mac.
[ And in hopes of prompting her on, he starts the first line: ] Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom...
[ it's... mostly on-key, in a loose, unfocused way. ]
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It's almost foolish how immediately Peter's touch does that to her.
Her thumb swipes absently over the back of his hand, and she nods, the name sounding familiar. ]
Yes, that one.
[ She doesn't laugh as he starts the song, but the huff of breath might have been a chuckle, if you listen closely.
As he trails off, there's a beat of silence before Gamora follows, ]
Well, who am I to keep you down...
[ Her voice is soft, far from the kind of exuberance Peter had whenever he sang, but she's not trying to find a way out of her promise now; there's something genuine in her singing, even if it's quiet. She doesn't have much practice, other than what she's done on her own when she listened to Peter's music, but there's still a measure of confidence as she summons up the lyrics. She may have forgotten the name, but she remembers the rest of it well. ]
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He's surprised, if he's honest, that she remembers the lyrics as well as she does. He knew she enjoyed listening to the music with him, knew she would hum along occasionally when she thought Peter couldn't hear, but he didn't realize she knew the song well enough to sing it off the top of her head.
(He should've realized, though; Gamora listens, she remembers, and apparently that goes beyond his stupid childhood stories.)
It's not a flawless rendition, sure, and it's not with the foolhardy confidence Peter usually exhibits, but that hardly matters. It's Gamora, and just like he remembered, he loves her voice.
When she finishes, Peter flashes her a beatific (if sleepy) smile. ]
Perfect.
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Her fingers tighten gently around his, reaching out with her free hand to card through his hair. ]
You look tired.
[ Which she can absolutely understand. It's late, he used a lot of energy with his silly performances on the karaoke stage, and he's had a good deal to drink. Humans need rest after such an ordeal. ]
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‘M fine. Not tired.
[ Even if the words come out thick and gravelly, rough with exhaustion. He cracks his eyes open, peers up with her with a hopeful sort of look. ]
Sing another one?
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[ But it's not an entirely adamant answer, not completely determined to turn him down. ]
Besides, you look like you would fall asleep in the middle of it.
[ Though that might not be the worst thing if it's what puts him to sleep. ]
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[ Will too.
But that’s true – the promise only really covered one song, free of charge, and Peter seriously wishes he had worded that whole deal better. Hindsight is 20/20, of course, so in the here and now, he bats his eyelashes at her. ]
How ‘bout you do it outta the goodness of your heart?
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She sighs. ]
What do you want me to sing?
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Whatever you feel like. ‘S all good.
[ She could sing him a page from a phonebook, and he’d be happy. ]
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It's almost sweet how easy to please he is.
She runs her fingers through his hair again as she thinks it over. ]
I liked that one from those Beetles.
[ She means "The Beatles," whoops. ]
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The Beatles. Yeah. They’re good. They were huge for a while back on Earth.
[ Then, because prompting her worked so well last time, ]
Blackbird singing in the dead of night...
[ Paul McCartney, Peter is not. But he gets the basic melody across. ]
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Close your eyes.
[ The closer he gets to falling asleep, the better (and it would be a lie to say she wasn't vaguely self-conscious about being watched as she sings). ]
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Why? ‘M not tired.
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[ He looks like he might fall asleep at any moment, so she clearly doesn't believe him. ]
You should be sleeping this off.
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‘M good. I can stay up all night, if I wanted.
[ And judging by how unruly he’s being, he apparently does want to. ]
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[ Now he's just being ridiculous. ]
You don't need to stay up all night.
[ She sets a hand on his shoulder, firmly, to discourage him from sitting up. ]
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Fine.
[ Look at this actual child, moping. ]
I close my eyes, you sing again?
[ he’s just trying to figure out the terms of this agreement, is all. Not stalling for time. ]
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Yes. You close your eyes, I sing.
[ Her fingers return to his hair, like that will soothe away his sulking. If he was less drunk, she wouldn't have the patience for his attitude, but it helps that he's clearly very intoxicated at this point. ]
And then you sleep.
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But either because he's soothed by her touch, or because he wants to hear her sing (and not because he's actually sleepy, obviously), he huffs out a disgruntled sigh. ]
Fine.
[ And he shuts his eyes.
... but he may be inclined to peek. ]
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