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riverviewlogs2017-06-01 06:57 pm
- !mod post: holiday,
- !mod post: monthly mingle,
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- ✖ yuri on ice: yuuri katsuki
introductory mingle: PRIJATA
what: Introductory Log and Prijata Celebration
when: June 1st - June 8th
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines
In the days leading up to June 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: Prijata. Riverview Quarantine has a strong culture of love, and they celebrate all types - Prijata is a special celebration of platonic love and building community through friendship. Prijata traditions include gift exchanges between friends, sharing meals cooked together by friend groups, and a variety of events and services aimed at making friends.
Prijata is a relatively relaxed holiday, focused mainly on friendship and platonic love - dedicated to appreciating the friends already in one's life, and opening oneself up to making new friends. Besides the private giving of gifts between friends, there is also a city-wide government-sponsored gift fountain that is open throughout the entire week. Included in the wide variety of events catered to finding new friends, are 'speed friending' and a large open exhibition where all the specialized clubs in Riverview can recruit for new members - and residents new or old can create a club and recruit.
i. gift fountain
While Prijata gift exchanges between friends are generally a quiet affair, done at friend-group dinners or parties, the element of gift giving does extend outward - community-wide, in fact. Throughout the course of the week, anyone living in Riverview Quarantine can drop by the huge fountain in the City Center, in front of the City Hall. They will find that the fountain is chock full of floating gift boxes in a wide variety of colors, patterns, and different shapes - though none larger than a shoe box. There are signs put up around the fountain stating that the boxes are magic and will only seek and open for their rightful owners. Characters will find that, upon touching the water, a box will float over to them, and when they pick it up, the top will unfurl like flower petals, displaying the gift inside. Sometimes, the box won't appear on the first try, since there's only so much space in the fountain at any given time, but if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Every person in the city (including new arrivals) will receive one gift by the end of the week.
Gift fountain boxes will contain one small item from each character's home dimension (or, for CRAUs, from their previous game), similar to the "items from home" bonus reward, but without needing to spend points. The item should be small enough to fit in a shoebox, sentimental, and cannot be something intended for another person's character. ETA: If you can't think of an item like this that would work for your character, something of similar size and quality to what's described above that would make the character very happy can be substituted.
This prompt can also be used for gift exchanges and for characters to receive the Government-given gifts that were suggested in the Prijata Pregaming posts on the OOC community and the TDM.
ii. speed-friending
This is pretty much what it says on the tin! Much like speed-dating setups, many bars, coffee shops, and other places that people might gather are holding speed-friending! It's your standard setup - characters enter and fill out a quick questionnaire about themselves, and flit from table to table looking for someone with great friend chemistry. Not all of them are general and open to anyone who walks in, though, with many being specialized to people who are invested in certain hobbies, occupations, or with specific sets of interests. With specialized speed-friending setups ranging from horror movie buffs to members of the Perimeter Guard to fashionistas to sports or martial arts to video games, no matter what your character is into, they're likely to be able to sign up for a special event where they can go looking for a friend who's into the same things they are!
For this prompt, you can put up a list of hobbies or interests your character has, and compatible characters can hit them up for a speed-friending thread, like the IC equivalent of the CR meme!
iii. club exhibition
Speed-friending is all well and good, but not everyone is outgoing or open enough to know if they have friend chemistry in only a few minutes. For anyone looking to find groups of like-minded individuals they can spend more than a few minutes with before committing to something as daunting as a friendship, there is a week-long club exhibition happening in the Town Square in the City Center. Table after table and booth after booth are occupied by existing clubs in the city, with an incredibly broad scope of focus interests and hobbies - enough that any character should be able to find a club with their niche interest represented.
And if it isn't? Characters are welcome to start their own clubs - much like a business, a character-run club can have space set aside in the city for meetings and event mingles that are eligible for Activity Point Bonuses for the organizer.
iv. unveiling the new friendr
Prijata this year is marked by something special - the unveiling of a code rebuild of the ubiquitous Friendr app! Anyone with the app installed already will receive a prompt to update the app, and if anyone hasn't yet downloaded it, they'll receive a quick, easily-dismissed pop-up ad on their device when they next access the network, asking if they want to. No one is obligated, and the ad is a one-time instance, intended to make sure any character who hasn't heard of the app gets a chance.
The Friendr app is a swipe-left-or-right style friend matching and/or dating app that is very common in Riverview, both for PCs and NPCs, and it has received an upgrade with a new appearance, a new interests line for more accurate matching, and a wide variety of themes so that the colors can be customized!
Please see the updated appearance below, with the 'default' color scheme. Players are free to change the colors or appearance of the code but please do not remove the credit line showing where the base code came from, out of respect for the code creator.
| Friendr | ||||
| « |  | » | ||
| » Age: your character's age » Seeking: friendship/romantic/anything » Preferences: sexual preference or n/a » Interests: three interests » Bio: 30 words or less | ||||
| base code by photosynthesis | ||||
| Character Name | ||||
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base code found here.
For this prompt, you can either post your character's new, fancy Friendr app profile in the comments, or provide a link to their updated code in an entry on their journal. Whatever floats your boat!
v. roommates or wildcard
Feel free to use this prompt to set up headers for a communal floor, or threads open to roommates for the purpose of getting to know each other. Or if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set during Prijata, feel free to write it up!
Credit: image i: Odysseas Stamoglou; image ii: 5ofnovember; image iii: Sina Pakzad Kasra; image iv: mit19237
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Pulling his opened pack, he set it on the bar, pulling one out and lighting it before setting the lighter on the pack and placing it on the bar between them.]
Seems I got something useful as my little welcome to Weirdsville gift. If you're willing to share a drink, I can suffer a few cancer sticks. No time like the present to start up again, eh?
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[ John knows it's not the truth. What doesn't kill him is just going to catch up with him later. When the night is cold, or the weather is damp, he aches all over. It's a toss up what keeps him up at night, his shoulder, dislocated at least twice, or the bullet still lodged in his iliac crest.
He shouldn't be smoking, what with his decreasing lung capacity, and ever-precarious health, but he picks up the pack and shakes out a cigarette nonetheless, catching it between his lips. He hasn't smoked since Marcus quit, after his first heart attack and subsequent descent into vitamins, juices, and cardiovascular health. John had quit in sympathy, and to spare himself the lectures on second-hand smoke and cardiovascular fitness.
But Marcus was gone, Spike was offering, and even John Wick has moments of weakness.
He lights up with practiced ease, taking a long drag and settling back in his chair. He exhales in a stream of smoke that lingers over the bar, and raises his glass in cheer. ]
Welcome to Weirdsville. Here's hoping you enjoy your stay.
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[Was that an offer? It might have been the start of one. Spike certainly wouldn't mind not being the only vampire he was familiar with here. Oh, he'd seen and heard of others, but they weren't right. Not like him.
Besides, flippant or not, Spike could see the way he carried himself. The aches that proved he'd lived through something worse. The mocking darkness in the back of his eyes. It was always a little odd to see death in the eyes of a human. Well, one that wasn't a Slayer. It made them almost kin, in his mind.
When John raises his glass, Spike does the same, grinning crookedly as he gave the man a solid nod.]
Might as well. No sense in moping. Not going to get me anywhere, is it?
[He tossed back the contents of the glass in one long swallow, setting it down and wiping a little trickle away from the corner of his mouth.]
So, they give you a ridiculous job when you got here too?
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[ It's John's turn to pour Spike a glass, and he does so. His eyes flick up as he's pouring, to Spike's face, sharp with interest. He has plenty of experience dying, but the death part, that's never come easy to John. There's something in him, an animal instinct, that would see his leg gnawed off before he laid down to die. ]
You know, if you're going to drink the good stuff, you should try tasting it. Bourbon is meant to be sipped.
[ He demonstrates, sipping, and then smoking. His body is already buzzing. There's something to be said for the combination of nicotine and liquor. There's nothing quite like it. ]
I'm a teacher. Advanced close quarters combat and firearms. I wasn't certain at first, I'd never taught before, but it's been good. Think I might like it.
You?
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[Which had been rare. Druscilla had been insane. She rarely saw through to the real world to see what pain did. But she'd been gentle with him. Mostly. He'd still had to crawl out of his grave all by himself.
He watched John pour the drink, saw him take that soft sip that Spike could scent from where he sat. To prove he wasn't a complete heathen, he lifted his newly filled glass, sipping from it and letting it run over his tongue before he swallowed.]
Not used to the good stuff. Almost forget what it tasted like. Usually just drink it quickly so it does what it's supposed to.
[He hears that, nodding a little as that makes a bit of sense, what with the man's interests and all.]
Get this... they got me signed up to model, if you can believe it. Good thing I can be photographed.
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[ John has felt the touch of death, and he doesn't fear it. If anything, he's welcomed it. Longed for death's kiss, and the promise of comfort, of release, in it's embrace. If dying were easier, if it were in him to give up, and to let go, they wouldn't be having this conversation.
He remembers the last time he came close. The cold, and the numb, as his blood seeped between his fingers, hot against his hand. How tired he felt, physically, mentally, emotionally, and how badly he wanted it to be over. All of it. For the pain to end, for his hurt, and loneliness, to end.
It hadn't. It never does. Somehow, he always claws his way back up into the world of the living, just to suffer another day.
He takes another sip. ]
Enjoy it. It'll do what it does on its own.
[ A pause, his eyes flitting over Spike from head to toe. ]
I could see it. You've got an edge to you. I'll bet they like that.
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[It's habit to just drink to numb those bits of anger, sharp and persistent. To shove down that pain that he's half of what he used to be. Can't be a man, can't be a vampire. Alcohol helps. But John's right. This is something he can take a moment over. Besides, who knows if he'll ever feel like being this generous again. One didn't look a gift horse in the mouth until it was drained dry.
That has him snorting a laugh, though, smoke puffing out his nostrils as he shakes his head.]
Oh, I'm pretty enough to look at. Keep myself in shape. Prey, predator, and all that. Just never had someone look at me and go 'right, it's off to the magazines for you, pretty boy'.
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[ John's fairly certain he's going to hell, wherever, and whatever, that is. He can't say he doesn't deserve it. He's done a lot of bad things to a lot of bad people, and some good ones, too.
His only regret, out of everything, is that he won't see her. Where Helen has gone, John can never go. That much he knows for certain. She was an angel. He was a devil, or the closest a man could be.
John rubs the underside of his ring with his thumb, the simple platinum band is smooth and warm to the touch. She had picked it. He's never taken it off, and he never will. ]
Well, now you have. One of my students is a model. He does athletic wear, I think. He says it's harder than it looks. I imagine there's more to it than standing tall and looking pretty.
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Not that he'll say so.]
Surprised they didn't toss you in the same bit. Posh model you'd made, what with the cut of this suit. Italian?
[Spike's hand comes out to finger the edge of John's jacket lapel. A light touch, gone in a second, but enough to feel good wool.]
Another model in your class, eh? I can see it now; Model Mafia.
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[ Spike's hand moves. John's instincts kick in. His heart beats faster, and his adrenaline spikes, his muscles tensing, ready to defend, to fight, to kill, if necessary-
Spike's fingertips brush against the fabric of his suit jacket, silk wool dyed the blackest of blacks, and then they're gone.
John's heart-rate approaches normal. He relaxes, releasing a quiet breath he hadn't noticed he was holding.
Then, for another breath, he is achingly lonely. It's the first time he's been touched outside of his work, be it the teaching kind, or the killing kind, in some time.
More often than not, hands are only raised towards him in violence. ]
Italian. You've got a good eye.
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A nod instead, another pull of his cigarette, smoke drifting out to blend up with the fog taking up the top part of the bar.]
Been around long enough. Used to wear poofter suits myself. Good English bloke back then. God, I was an idiot.
[He shook his head as he laughed, tapping the ash in a tray slid over to them by the bartender.]
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[ John takes another drag, closing his eyes. He hates the adrenaline. Hates how easy it comes, and how long it takes to go. Marcus had always told him he was born for it, their world, their work, that it was in his veins.
Marcus wasn't wrong. John's never been suited to much else.
He finishes his cigarette and crushes out the last embers into the bottom of the tray. Then, almost automatically, he picks up the package and pulls out another, only to stop in mid-motion before he puts the filter to his lips. ]
Sorry, do you mind?
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[He watches as John makes himself familiar with his smokes, waving a hand benevolently at him.]
I got a whole carton for free. Take the pack.
[He'd stolen his own smokes from dead bodies before. Seemed only right to pay it forward, in a way.]
Always glad to have someone around who's not telling me how vile it smells or to put it out.
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[ A truth in trade. It's all he has to offer, for the moment.
John lights up, allowing the cigarette to dangle between his lips for a moment. The smoke curls in lazy twists from his nose like a dragon's breath. He dances the lighter over the back of his knuckles, a trick he'd learned a long time ago in a bar not unlike this one, and then sets it back down on the counter beside the package. ]
Far be it from me to tell another man what to do. I've never much liked being told what to do myself.
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[There was an upward tick of both brows, a smirk that implied exactly what Spike meant it to imply.]
Reckon I can see why you like this place. Reminds me of a few others. Though, have to say, you look more the type to drink in one of them gentlemen's clubs.
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[ John sips his whiskey blithely. They both know he knows what Spike means. Whether it's because John's a gentleman, or simply doesn't want to admit his own preferences, is up in the air. ]
I'll drink anywhere, if the whiskey is good. The problem with places like, gentleman's clubs, is that you get men with egos, who think they're above other men, and I don't get on with people like that. How much money you have, and where you choose to spend it, don't make you a better man.
Cheap drinks, expensive drinks, we all piss it out in the end.
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[Of course, Spike's idea of 'better' and John's might vary. Evil, after all.
That bit of wisdom does make him laugh, shaking his head.]
Vamps don't. Sorry. We're one of the few that don't rent what we munch on. Don't ask. Mystical heebie jeebie whatnot.
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[ John raises his glass once more before throwing the rest back. He'll pour them both another glass. Between the two of them, they'll empty the bottle well before closing time. ]
Wasn't going to. Not about that, anyway. What's it taste like, blood? I mean, I know what it tastes like to me, but is it different for you?
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It varies. Not too much, mind you. Blood's blood, after all. But I am English. Had blood pudding and sausage before the change. And yes, it tastes different. More like... your tastebuds have decided they like something more than they used to. Instead of craving sweet and tangy, you like salty and spicy.
[A sip next, then he reached into his pocket to pull out a fresh pack to open, acknowledging he'd given John the other one for real.]
Depends on who you're eating. You can taste some of the person in the blood. Some of the happy. Some of the fear. Some of the sickness. Then there's types who have an extra kick to their blood. Slayers. Powerful witches and warlocks. Had a nip of a god-type once. Almost felt like I was burning from the inside out for a bit, but it was a hell of a rush.
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[ John's been called a demon, and a devil. A monster, and a witch. Baba Yaga. He's always hated that name. There were rumours he was more than, or less than, human. No wanted to believe a man, who lived, and breathed, and walked amongst them, was capable of such violence.
He taps his cigarette against the edge of the ashtray. ]
Slayers, huh? That mean you have people coming after you, just for being what you are?
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It's fresh. Warm. Human. It's exactly the thing a growing vampire needs. Certainly better than the synthetic crap they dole out. Pig's blood isn't so bad, but it's got nothing on human blood.
[He kept looking down as he spoke, not willing to feel that temptation he couldn't follow through on. Better to distract himself with answering.]
Person. A person. Well, one at a time. Slayer, comma, The.
[A smirk as he pictured Buffy quoting just that line, hand on her hip.]
Some mystical chosen little tasty bit that has far too much power for a fifteen year old bloody girl. Doesn't look so bad on her now she's in her twenties, but most don't last that long.
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Can't be that hard to find fresh blood, can it? Some people are into that.
[ John would know. He'd seen many things in his years as a patron of the Continental, the hotel that never slept. Men and women in his line of work often had a taste for blood. The bleeding, or the spilling of.
The line between pain and pleasure was thinner than decent society would admit. Indecent society, however, were avid worshippers of the sadistic and masochistic. Hedonism ruled where god and law dare not tread. ]
Fifteen is too young. Doesn't seem fair to expect a child to shoulder the burden of that kind of power, or responsibility.
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[Spike's grip on the glass tightened, enough so that he had to remind himself to let it go, sit back, take another drag and tip his head back to blow it up towards the ceiling.]
Won't argue with that. Blame the whoevers that put it on in the first place. One dies, another takes their place. There's two now, which is a bit odd, but it's only cause the one died and came back after. Messed up the whole system. But, that's Buffy for you.
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[ He tilts his head to one side, then the other. Racking his brain. If Spike's mentioned it before, John doesn't remember it. ]
And why does the world need a slayer, anyway?
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Soldier boys nabbed me a while back. Did some experiments and shoved some kind of bloody chip in my brain. Can't even think about actually hurting a human without it going off. Like a migraine from hell. Pointed a gun at some sod once. Thought about pulling it. It went off. Makes taking blood from someone who might want it not bloody likely.
[Another drag, head lolling forward from where it had leaned back as he sighed, then reached for his glass.]
Likely needs one. They've been around since demons first walked the earth. I suppose some magic users got tired of being on the menu. That was their weapon. Can't blame them, really. It's one Slayer at a time versus god knows how many vamps and demons and other nasties.
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