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introductory mingle: FLOWER FESTIVAL

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Flower Festival Celebration
when: April 2nd - April 15th
where: In several different locations in the downtown area of the Inhabited City.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

flower festival

In the days leading up to April 2nd, residents new and old may notice advertising around the city, everywhere from digital screens to paper flyers pasted on blank walls, all advertising an upcoming holiday: The Flower Festival. Celebrating springtime, beauty, joy, and togetherness, the festival heavily features floral themes and dancing. The advertising mentions that on April 10th, a paid holiday, there will be a Blossom Picnic, as well as lists of various public dances at clubs or other open venues, and adult raves.

a celebration of spring

The Flower Festival's main event is the Blossom Picnic on April 10th, but it also features traditions of sharing food and drink, and dancing that span over the course of the whole two weeks. There are a large variety of events going on throughout the city, from dancing lessons in any wide variety of traditional dances, to old-fashioned sock hops, to adult raves complete with mild party drugs. Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own event at any point during the festival, and if your character creates an event and hosts it in a top-level, you can submit that thread for extra bonus points.

i. blossom picnic

The main event that kicks off the second week of the Flower Festival is the Blossom Picnic on April 10th. A relaxed and low-key event, it draws several thousand people every year to the spacious Riverview Central Park, where there is a generous lawn lined with various blossoming trees, and families, found families, lovers, and groups of friends are encouraged to lay out a picnic blanket and share food. There will be live bands playing (but not loudly enough to distract from conversation and peacefully watching the petals flutter in the wind), a variety of demonstrations of traditional cultural dances from many different realities and planets, and a ton of ice cream vendors. This is an excellent festival not only for celebrating togetherness with the people who are already important, but for mingling and making new friends.

Characters may either pack their own lunches or they can purchase pre-packed Blossom Festival lunches. Stores and street markets are carrying a wide variety of specialty food that is only available at this time of year - predominantly pastries, an assortment of types of candies, and ice cream treats all in various floral flavors, as well as a sort of ambrosia salad based around a sweet rose-flavored cream and a native fruit that is bright green and tastes like a combination of peach and citrus.

ii. dancing lessons

Starting on April 2nd, there will be dancing lessons offered almost everywhere you look! From partner dances to group dances to line dances; sexy and sensual or innocent and childlike - almost any type of dance you can imagine is represented, from any reality or planet that has people in Riverview Quarantine.

Additionally, the Riverview Central Community Center has multiple rooms blocked off so anyone who knows a dance from home can teach it to others in their community - sharing is caring, after all. Characters are welcome to block off one of these rooms and offer lessons in any dance they happen to know from home (and these sorts of thread starters would be eligible for the mingle AC Point bonus)!

iii. flower festival dancing

This is pretty simply what it says on the tin - in almost every club, community center, or other public space, there will be dancing at almost all hours of the day or night, formal and informal. Musicians bring out their instruments and play in the street for demonstrations of cultural dances and music at the same time as clubs are offering VIP cover charges for exclusive dances, and you can find anything in between.

There are also many low-cover-charge raves that allow under-18s so younger characters can stay up all night and dance like crazy. The legal drinking age in Riverview Quarantine is 14, and so anyone over 14 can enter and indulge in a few drinks, dancing, and playing tag with a non-intoxicating version of the colored powder featured at the adult raves. There is copious amounts of security on site to ensure that everyone is safe, as well as nurses and off-duty police officers to offer advice or care for anyone who overindulges out of lack of experience.

Grab a partner, a group of friends, or just cruise and mingle the various dancing events.

Characters may also notice that most of the street markets and clothing shops are offering clothing that features floral patterns, flowers as accessories, and that show a lot of skin - for men, women, and anyone in between!

iv. adult raves

Advertised on flyers and digital screens around the city, made to pop as if they were under blacklight, is a series of adult raves that are happening in various large empty warehouse spaces around the city, including one that is listed as the danger rave and hosted in an abandoned factory outside the inhabited city walls. With bouncers at the door to ensure that anyone entering is 18+, the raves are comfortably adult in nature. Clothing is optional, showing skin is encouraged, and there are a lot of neatly tucked away spaces for attendees to get some time alone with one or more than one person, as well as spaces intended for orgies. The atmosphere is sex-positive and non-judgemental, open to any orientation or preference, with various forms of protection available for free, however, to ensure that everyone plays safe there are sober security teams out en masse at all premises to oversee the events.

(CW: DRUG USE) In each location, there is one specific room where attendees can enter, and dance or play tag with brightly colored powder that contains small amounts of a legal party drug commonly available in Riverview, which is absorbed through the skin. Not much more intoxicating than having a few beers, the effects of the drug are a pleasant low-key buzzing euphoria, positive sensitivity to touch, a heightening of desires for intimacy, and a mild lowering of inhibitions. Once a character has been hit with the powder, the color lingers on the skin so other attendees can know who has partaken, but once the powder makes contact with a surface it deactivates, meaning that partakers can safely dance with non-partakers without sharing the intoxicating effects.

Please be sure to warn in subject lines for any threads involving drug use. And remember, there is always security to intervene and make sure everyone is safe.

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 at the Flower Festival, feel free to write it up!

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Credit: third image by Steve Goad; other images found on uncredited on Pinterest or Google images - please let the mod know if you find credit!

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You're too tense, you gotta learn to relax.

[ That seems like Clark's main problem, the guy holds himself so tightly he looks like he might blow up. ]

Nevermind, not important right now.

*Why can't people know what technology is!? It would make her life so much easier.*

Um, no, we don't really have the space for them. And I don't know how the rest of our roommates feel about pets.

*Who has their own livestock without being a poor farmer?*

Um... there's a Butcher shop I like for cuts of meat, and I'm still looking for the perfect vendor to get fresh vegetables and fruits from. But if you find a good vendor tell me?

[They were still on unsteady terms, if not actually bad ones, since neither of them really had dealt with the issues between them. They hadn't really brought it up at all. Tony had predictably ducked the whole thing and Steve, well, Steve had let it go with nothing more than a stern look now and then. They were going to have to deal with it eventually, but he didn't pursue the tension between them any more than he had to.

Maybe, deep down, he was just as bothered by the thought of renewing the fight as Tony was. Either way, he didn't light the fire again. Not yet.

Tony seems to slip into his confused (scared) protests, and Steve doesn't say anything as he feels him press closer, walking with slow steps back to the dorm building. The question he asks is loaded, and Steve feels a tug of disapproval on his lips. When he replies, the words are steady and quiet.]

I mean a friend. Someone that knows when you're ready to leave.

Watching Jim's face, he suddenly felt a wave of surprise as Jim seemed to shut down entirely. Of all the reactions he imagined, that hadn't been one of them. He'd only meant that his lame 'hit on' wouldn't work... but Jim acted as if...

Oh.

Oh shit. That wasn't why he meant. Not even slightly. A wave of panic pooled in his stomach as he suddenly moved a hand to slip softly under Jim's chin and forced him to look up at him. And damn it, he hated the he had to raise his voice so much to say anything that mattered. "Look here, Jim Kirk... I didn't mean... What I meant was my hit on's don't work. I didn't mean..."

Oh perfect. Wonderful. Great time to be damn inarticulate. Pressing his lips together, he slid his hand from Jim's chin to cup the side of his jaw as he leaned in closer so he could speak into his opposite ear and not let him get away. The hold was more intimate than he'd ever done before, but then, his touch always found ways to get warmer or gentler when he meant to soothe something for Jim. The other hand moved to press against the small of Jim's back before he asked softly so close to his ear, he knew he could hear him. "Would you tell me if me hittin' on you worked?"

And maybe there was a little too much hope in that tone as he let the hand on his jaw ghost over Jim's hairline almost afraid to take liberties even when they had never really set up any real boundaries over the years.

[ Was there a delicate way of putting this?

Jon pauses before raising his phone and taking a picture of Lance. Then he turns it around so Lance can look at the screen. ]

[ Once it's obvious Ivar is gonna pick up the knife, Marcel makes absolutely no effort to help. He has no idea of how people usually behave around Ivar or what he expects, but if Marcel had been bound to a wheelchair since birth he sure as hell wouldn't want any help. ]

Few centuries after you, from America. If you have a modern map I can point out the place for you.

The figure standing out here has thrown his arms over the railing, where perhaps they dangle over the edge, or they might be criss-crossed and pillowing his chin, hard to tell from this angle, with his hood up and his back to her. That railing casts a deep shadow over his legs, making the bare bone that pokes out from under dark track shorts look like just pale, particularly skinny limbs.

In any case, it seems that his attention is almost wholly engrossed in the night sky above, what of it he can see with vegetation climbing up the residential building and all. It even takes him a moment to notice her presence -- what can he say? Seeing stars, the real ones, not just glimmering crystals clustered on a subterranean ceiling, is an arresting sight.

At just five feet tall, he might even be mistaken for someone much younger, but the moment he responds with a low, droning rumble and a Brooklyn accent, it's easier to pick his age as at least a few decades older.

"Heh heh heh, nah, not a thing. And I'd know, I took a nap earlier."

That's when he turns, angling his skeletal grin at her as a bony phalanx prods at the side of his bleached-white skull, his sockets hollow and dark.

"Slept like the dead."

Man, just look at you, hamming this crap up. She probably isn't even going to get spooked, Sans is just poking fun at the usual reaction.

I was going to teach ballroom but now I'm really curious about ballet-samba. You should show me that one.

[ Can the white boy actually dance? ]

The Great Music? Fufu, I'm not sure exactly what that is, but just the sound of it has my heart feeling like it could fly. What does it take to be able to do something like that?

[The shop keeper behind the stall they're lingering by is likely eyeing the both of them by now, so Eichi finally moves to choose a few pieces of clothing for himself. As much as he can get covered while still going with this revealing style...]

( he recognises her; of course he does. the flash of that recognition shows in his eyes as he raises his mug, a silent sort of cheer at first. he's already run into people he recognises and knows from Eluvio who have no idea of him here. alternate realities, right? Yuri had driven that home hard with his being around for the month prior, no memory or comphrension of something called Eluvio.

so he knows caution, but he also knows that strangers are liable to say just about anything. which is why he keeps that smile and follows his silent cheers with a simple observation. )

I think I saw a flower similar to those ones when I was visiting Bajikan. Not quite so pleasing to the nose.

( it's one way of trying to suss out potential differences. in seeing if he needs to be introducing himself, or if he should be saying, it's so nice to see you! )

Complain? Eh, sounds not just like a hassle, but a real drag. But take the occasional pointed dig? Sure, because subterranean monsters can get their salt on just as well as any human on the Surface. This guy, to his credit, not only understands what he means by 'human', but seems to be right on the same page with him about a few things related to the species.

But Sans leaves it at that, waving his bony hand in front of the grinning rictus that makes up his face.

"I'm getting the distinct impression none of the other folks here ever had anything to do with it, so," he shrugs, unimpressively. "'Sides, all that is water under the bridge. Since we've established that you ain't another Earthling, what do you call where you're from?"

The prospect that he might be an alien's pretty exciting -- though, if he's fair, ALL of them are technically aliens here. But the fact so many of those in quarantine are human (or very human-like) isn't one that the skeleton's failed to notice. There is a distinct lack of any monsterkind representation, far as he can tell.

Well, except the 'monsters' outside of the fence.

Later mornings, mid-afternoons. My schedule's flexible, but right now those are consistently open.

Do you take me for some sort of instigator? It isn't as if I'm going out of my way to irritate him. It seems that me simply being myself has him tempted to take action. Fufu, I have to watch my back at all times now. ♪

[It's exciting, sure, but it's a little terrifying too. But anyway, they are really getting crowded into this corner now, and so Eichi moves his arms around Sasuke's arm, tugging him lightly to try and walk with him. Out of the way of these nosy eavesdroppers...]

Not much outside of the orientation, but I do know that they seem far more friendly than the ones who were responsible for the last place I was stuck.

[The teasing gets a laugh; he's well aware of how cocky he sounds, that's the whole aim, so someone pointing it out isn't going to horribly offend him.]

It's been a pleasure, my dude, enjoy your tea.

[Eichi gets a little wave in return. Farewell new friend.]

[ The skeleton's used to expressive motion, monsters themselves are an earnest species. Maybe it's because monsters lack the physicality that humans have, too little corporeal baggage between where they end and their SOUL begins, maybe it's symptomatic of living their whole lives in the dreary underbelly of a dormant volcano.

Hell if Sans knows, it's all he's ever known.

It's a little surreal for him, seeing her gesture like this without the self-expression of magic to accompany it, and then in itself, a strange, alien idea in combination with someone who looks so... well, human. Where he's from, humans haven't used magic for, uh, a long time. Long before he came into the world.

So a part of him wonders what's up with that, what purpose it serves.

Humans -- or even the ones that LOOK human -- are pretty interesting. ]

Whatever floats your boat, pal. But, y'know, just sayin'. Doesn't have to be the only thing you can do, either.

[ Honestly, the 'necessity' of killing never sat well with Sans, and if he had his way, it never will. ]

But, hey! Pretty sure everybody's glad to keep enjoyin' a peaceful life. Maybe you could give it a shot too, yeah?

Did I say I wasn't bored? Pretty sure I said nothing of the sort.

[He takes another drink.] I came here looking for a party and realized it wasn't the kind of party I wanted right now. What with that too drunk and too high situation. So yeah, call me bored.

[ When she glances down so does he, and the smile that steals across his face is all-too aware. Yeah, he might know something about that. ]

Believe it or not, I kinda get that. [ Rightside up again, he navigates a little closer, offering her his hand. ]

...Nightwing. It's good to meet you, Lí.

But it isn't really any good if I share my opinion with people that don't care about it.

Still, you should consider dressing a bit more for the festival, you're really nice to look at but your clothes kinda send a message not to talk to you.

"Hmm... yeah, his dad gave him a bad nickname right?"

Lola can tell that Letha has all the signs of really liking a guy. Lola knows what it's like to have all sorts of issues with the guy you like, both boys she's been into have both been too good and not good enough for her. Yes, yes that totally works, what makes you think it doesn't!?

"Well, if you like him, go for it!"

My ego's a little bruised but other than that... [ He tucks the broken line away. ]

Think you could give me a hand up? Might be a good idea to hunt down the other entrance.

Well... [ She kind of does have a point there. He props his chin on one hand, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that's almost apologetic. ]

You can always ask.

I'm open mornings. Afternoons and nights aren't good.

[His job is going to keep him busy then until he makes a rep for himself.]

You can do whichever you feel like doing. Just as long as you come with me.

[The delivery is calm and relaxed, as if Steve were completely unaware of what he was saying. He was focused more on easing the tension in Tony's frame. As much as the engineer might pretend to be fine, Steve knew that he was still shaken after his night of losing control to the lure of pleasure and an unplanned high. He keeps going, lets Tony walk along with him, and at first doesn't really respond to the retort he gets. A dry, humorless joke and a question in return, because Tony has always been the master of deflection, he thinks.

Always a pretender. Sometimes Steve has resented the man for that.

But in the sidelong glance that he gets, with a faint smile that doesn't quite reach all the way, Steve still manages to find the warmth he was looking for. The reassurance that, under all the struggle and guarded regret and unease, he's going to be okay. He can still find Tony in that mess. He hasn't come apart completely just yet.]

I'm fine, Tony. You don't need to worry about anyone else but yourself right now. You can take the day off. We'll let you worry about us after you've had some time to rest, okay?

[Steve looks up at the strange stars that are both unfamiliar and beautiful against the dark sky. He'll probably wait up there even when Tony eventually goes to bed. There's a piece of him that wants to see the sun rise in this strange place and see if it looks as good on a foreign moon as it does when it's familiar to him. What he really wishes is that he knew the constellations.]

I was worried.

[He tells a star, because answering Tony directly is too much like telling him he shouldn't have gone, and that isn't what Steve wants to say. Or it isn't what he wants Tony to hear.]

Okay...

[She playfully considers it a moment, her eyes gleaming with mischief.]

So what's it like on the WWF wrestling circuit?

[ He wants to throttle the Joker to death with his bare hands. He wants to punch Jason hard enough to knock those words out of his mouth. He wants to hold onto the kid they'd lost and never, ever let go. ]

...It's a lot, Jason. [ His voice finally breaks there a little, and that's when he knows he can't do this now. Not without saying something he'll regret. Without letting something out that he never wants Jason to see.

He walks towards the ledge and stops there, pausing without looking back. ]

I'm not shutting you out. But I need time.

[ He also needs to hit something. ]

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