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riverviewlogs2017-06-01 06:57 pm
- !mod post: holiday,
- !mod post: monthly mingle,
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- degrassi: lola pacini,
- marvel (616): billy kaplan,
- marvel (616): bucky barnes,
- marvel (616): loki laufeyson,
- marvel (616): teddy altman,
- marvel (mcu): bucky barnes,
- marvel (mcu): loki,
- star trek (aos): james kirk,
- star trek (tng): beverly crusher,
- star wars: cassian andor,
- star wars: poe dameron,
- the adventure zone: taako taaco,
- ✖ black sails: anne bonny,
- ✖ buffy the vampire slayer: spike,
- ✖ captive prince: damen,
- ✖ dark souls: sieglinde of catarina,
- ✖ dc comics (rebirth): damian wayne,
- ✖ dc comics (rebirth): jonathan kent,
- ✖ dc comics (rebirth): tim drake-wayne,
- ✖ dceu: clark kent,
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- ✖ dctv (flash): eddie thawne,
- ✖ dctv (legends): leonard snart,
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- ✖ dmmd: noiz,
- ✖ doctor who: the twelfth doctor,
- ✖ dogs: giovanni rammsteiner,
- ✖ dragon age: anders,
- ✖ dragonlance: khisanth,
- ✖ dredd: cassandra anderson,
- ✖ ensemble stars!: eichi tenshouin,
- ✖ ensemble stars!: tsumugi aoba,
- ✖ ergo proxy: re-l mayer,
- ✖ ffxv: clarus amicitia,
- ✖ ffxv: iris amicitia,
- ✖ game of thrones: jon snow,
- ✖ gundam 00: neil dylandy,
- ✖ gundam 00: tieria erde,
- ✖ hannibal: will graham,
- ✖ horizon zero dawn: aloy,
- ✖ john wick: john wick,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: sora,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: terra,
- ✖ lucifer: chloe decker,
- ✖ lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): margaret 'peggy' carter,
- ✖ mass effect: garrus vakarian,
- ✖ miraculous ladybug: marinette (ladybug,
- ✖ original: cain,
- ✖ original: letha regis,
- ✖ original: líadan ní donnabháin,
- ✖ original: rin,
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- ✖ star wars: han solo,
- ✖ star wars: kylo ren,
- ✖ star wars: rey,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lucretia,
- ✖ the magicians: margo hanson,
- ✖ the man from uncle: illya kuryakin,
- ✖ the raven cycle: ronan lynch,
- ✖ the sound and the fury: quentin compso,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson,
- ✖ yuri on ice: otabek altin,
- ✖ 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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[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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[ John means it. Vampire, or human, a man's will should be his to command. Fulfilling his blood oath to Santini had proven to John once and for all that he could never live under another man's thumb. Going back to his old life, and his old ways, wasn't an option anymore. Not after experiencing true freedom.
Besides, he'd killed everyone who would command him, and he'll kill anyone who's stupid enough to try. John Wick belongs to no man. ]
Do you want it right now?
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I'm a vampire. I want blood all the time. It's worse than been a teenage wanker around a lot of short-skirt wearing niblets.
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[ John's buzzed too, not that he'd have to be to make the offer. Sobriety wouldn't affect his decision. John's generous with his attention, and his affection. He's a man with a lot to give, and very few people left to give it to.
No one, in fact.
John pushes his chair back and stands up, habitually straightening the front of his jacket. They don't need to move their things. The bartender knows better than to let anyone take John's spot. He knows him by name, after all. He looks back at Spike over his shoulder and takes the first right into the back half of the bar, towards the door leading out into the alleyway. ]
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Only... that didn't seem to be happening.]
...
[The stunned silence was his response as he set his cigarette in the tray and moved to follow after John, body tense as he waited for him to turn around and punch him in the face. Or stab him. Or... something. Something bad, because that's where this was leading, right?]
You, ah, maybe want to cut down on the drinks, mate.
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[ John leans down, pulling up the cuff of his dark slacks to reveal a tactical knife strapped to his calf. Sock garters had their purpose. ]
It's up to me, isn't it, how this happens. Because of the chip.
[ He flicks the knife open, black carbon steel, and runs his finger along the edge. The blade sings against his skin, drawing a bead of blood.]
So long as it doesn't kill me I can't say I've got a preference, so I'll let you decide.
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[He watched John move, saw the way he bent down and reached for a knife. Spike took a hesitant step back, but paused when he saw John seemed to be flicking it open and testing it, not aiming for him or anything. He scented the blood before it beaded, mouth literally watering then and there and face twisting into that demonic version of itself.]
... Are you taking the piss? Because I'm not really up for having someone waving a bloody steak in my face when I'm starving.
[The words were a wee bit garbled as his fangs now took up residence in his mouth.]
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[John doesn't flinch as Spike's face twists into a mask of something other than human. He's seen worse in the faces of men. Worse in his own mirror, every morning when he wakes up, and every night when he goes to sleep.
He turns the knife in his fingers. The dark blade barely glints in the light. He's killed with it. The blood doesn't stain the metal, so much as it absorbs into it. The Russians believed the lives of the men killed with a weapon became a part of it. If it's true, John wouldn't feel particularly bad about it.
He's only killed one person who didn't deserve it. He'll never forget Gianna. ]
Do you want it, or not?
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Again, it's not coming. Spike's yellow eyes dart down to the blade, then back up to John's face.]
I can't heal you, you know that. Whatever poncy vampire stories you've read about vamps being able to heal the sick or whatever... Not me. You'll just bleed.
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[ He's still got a hole in his side. The skin's healed over, but there's still that space inside of him. It hurts, more often than not, just one more voice in the chorus of John's near-constant pain.
It's hard to remember what life was like without it. Before Helen, and after her, the hurt never stopped. It was only with her that he'd felt truly healed. A whole person, rather than a man always missing some part of himself. ]
Wrist, or neck?
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[John knew about bleeding? Spike knew all about bleeding. How much blood it took before a person got light headed. How many drips past that until they passed out. How much until their heart struggled. How much until it stopped.]
Don't expect me to tell you to stop. I'm not going to turn down someone cutting a vein for me.
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John removes his jacket, hanging it over the rung of a nearby fire escapes. He unclasps the silver link from his cuff, depositing it into the pocket of his slacks before rolling up the sleeve of his shirt to the elbow. It's tight enough to function as a poor man's tourniquet, or, more accurately, a rich man's tourniquet.
It was a silk shirt, after all.
He flexes his arm once, clenching his hand into a fist. He draws the blade horizontally across his wrist without hesitation. Dark blood wells against his pale skin, near black in the night. ]
Take what you need.
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No, John would fight back. That realization along with the taste that he missed so bloody much had him making another almost obscene sound as he swallowed. He wanted more. He wanted to suck and drink until there was nothing left, but that tickle in his head told him he had to stop. Take a little. He could live off this. Hell, he could live off what they'd been giving him, but this?
There was no replacement for the real thing. He could almost taste that edge of that fine whiskey in John's blood, and after another mouthful, he regretfully drew off. He had to take a few steps back, more to make sure he didn't latch back on again, but Spike, for the moment, was happy.]
You sure know how to treat a bloke to a good time.
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