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player-suggested mini-event: A STRANGER'S BED

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Player-Suggested Mini-Event
when: August 26th - August 31st
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

a stranger's bed

As a lead in to September, Riverview's ♥ Month of Romance, this is a completely optional mingle that will cause affected characters to end up in each other's beds. There are various options for both established and new CR. While it's easiest for characters still living in Communal Housing, anyone who has moved to their own homes can be affected and end up finding their way to Communal Housing, or within their own housing.

Residents of the Quarantine may notice that various businesses selling food and drink - cafés, diners, bakeries, restaurants, and other such establishments - are heavily advertising a new flavor that's supposed to be the biggest thing since pumpkin spice. A flavor additive that's said to subtly change the flavor of whatever the diner is eating or drinking to optimize the dish, drink, dessert, or any other food item it is added to for each person's individual taste, it's been selling like wildfire and is the latest trend.

After the cause of the rash of amnesia was revealed to be plant-related, sellers are keeping the origin of the secret ingredient very close to their chests, since it is a derivative of a recently-discovered plant dubbed chameleonis. Depending on the method of ingestion, this additive can have a variety of unexpected side effects, but only once the person who has ingested it becomes sleepy. Methods of ingestion include:

● Ingestion: Beverage: When ingested as a flavor shot to drinks ranging from sodas to coffee to alcoholic beverages, it can cause a desire for closeness to a particular other person. Affected characters end up crawling into bed with that specific other character when they become sleepy.

● Ingestion: Food: When ingested as a flavoring added to a baked good or other meal, it can cause an intense desire for body heat when the character becomes drowsy. It won't matter to an affected character who is providing the body heat, so long as it's someone, and they will end up sleepily crawling into someone else's bed for warmth.

● Inhalation: When inhaled ether from a steaming hot beverage or soup, or as an essential oil or aroma from a bakery, it can cause disorientation when a character becomes sleepy. Affected characters either aren't sure which bed is theirs and simply crawl into the closest one, occupied or not, or become convinced that another character's bed is their own.

Feel free to post up a top-level for your own character either affected and invading a random bed or unaffected but open to having their bed invaded by affected characters, or tag around to other people's top-levels.

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[ Really, smelling a soup or two she'd thought to be harmless. Re-L, after all, was not the type to knowingly eat or drink anything that may render her not completely in control of herself. The sniff she'd thought could likely be harmless, and though the soups and drinks and what not had looked and smelled good... she simply couldn't force herself past what the hell that additive could possibly do to her or.. make her do.

And yet still she'd found herself standing above a bed with a suspiciously large other form in it...

But she's crawling in any way, once she gets down to a tank top and her underwear...

And may just be trying to shove Thor out by morning. ]

[Normally, Thor would rouse from sleep even hearing footsteps in his room. He's not the most paranoid person, but he's been a warrior for years and he's almost always on some form of alert.

For her to stand over his bed and crawl into it without his protest is particularly strange. His slumber is so deep and comfortable that it is difficult to break through it. He finds himself welcoming the company, it adds to the coziness and the warmth of his bed.

Really, he only starts to wake up as he starts to tilt further and further off the bed. He's gripping the mattress like he's Mufasa and his bed friend is Scar at this point, and he lazily opens an eye to give her an inquisitive look.]

Comfortable?

[ She'd been happy, at first, with the extra body heat. Becoming accustomed to the bone chilling cold of the outside world in her own world hadn't been the easiest thing in the world, and though she'd eventually acclimated, the virtue of cuddling for warmth still hadn't been lost on her. The hardest part usually was finding someone that could actually fit around her, at her height.

The people in Riverview were strangely small. She's still not really used to it.

Spread out on her stomach as she was, one foot pressed to him to give him a shove and expand her leg room... yes, she's fairly comfortable. Which is what makes it so easy to give a little hum, a nod, and - ]

Mostly. More leg room, though - [ Another little shove, and she thinks for a moment she's out of her damn mind. (For the hundredth time this month). ]

[Thor is the opposite of small, however, this only serves to make him more of an obstacle in Re-L's path to total comfort.

He's surprised by how lucid her answer is, since he was giving her the benefit of the doubt in assuming she was sleep walking or something along those lines.

He's about to tell her that there's probably more leg room in her bed, but that little shove is enough to make Thor lose grip. He thuds on the ground so hard, it's a wonder he doesn't break through to the floor.]

Of course. [He says, rubbing his backside as he stands up. He lingers over the bed before he tries, very awkwardly, to get back in it.]

[ We'll go with sleep walking. Something like that.

There's definitely more room in her bed, however... it's missing the added bonus of another warm body. Which.. is kind of what she'd found here until she wanted to stretch out. The thud he makes when he finally falls out is enough to rouse her, squinting at him in the dark as she props up on her elbows, pale face framed by messy black hair. ]

What the hell are you made of, rock? [ Re-L Mayer in her natural habitat : invading other people's space and then getting annoyed at them for things she's done. He's a lot like a larger Vincent Law in a way - instead of telling her to buzz off from his bed or something he's... trying to fit in around her. Which... earns him a brownie point or three, and she at least pulls back her space a little bit for him. ]

We're both too tall for this thing..

Muscle, mostly. [Thor deliberately flexes, even though he's not one hundred percent sure she can actually feel him do it. He's not sure why he doesn't just push her out, it might be because he doesn't want to know how she'll react if he pushes her out.

Thor hunches in as best he can. He's not sure if he's the big spoon or the little spoon here, but he's becoming a comfortable spoon. Somehow.]

I don't know, it's cozy. In a way.

Right, of course. [ There's an eye roll there, evident enough in her voice that she doesn't even have to roll over for him to feel it, most likely. Re-L herself isn't the most built thing in the world, but looks are a bit deceiving when it comes to her and her genetics. By now she's a bit used to the heat from another body, Vincent, and etc, but the concept of spooning in a verbal form isn't something she understand or would know, actually.

Stupid Romdeau and its politics on contact. ]

If you like being crushed up.. [ She pauses, sighs. ] .. I never thought I was tall until I arrived here. Everyone is so damn short.

Sacrifices must be made in the name of comfort. [He's sure he'll be sore the next day, but he can stretch it out. Now that he's accepted that this is the only way he'll fit in the bed, he's just letting it happen.]

I've always been regarded as tall- compared to mortals, at least. [He's big by Asgardian standards, but perhaps not the biggest.] You are right, however. Perhaps there is bias in the portals. Perhaps small people are easier to transport.

[ Really, he should be put up for a some kind of sainthood. Not many people would just put up with her like this, she knows that much, and in a way he reminds her slightly of Vincent, just....

bigger. He mentions 'compared to mortals', though, and she whips around a little too quickly to lie and say that she wasn't curious about that little factor. It's got everything to do with her own little dosage of being somewhat... not normal, but there's no way in hell she's telling a perfect stranger about it, even as blue eyes settle on him again. ]

... Compared to mortals? What do you mean by that? [ Most likely the literal, but a girl has to be sure. ] I would believe so. Though... if there were problems you think you and a few others would've definitely been left behind.

[Thor rears back (as much as he can) when Re-L whirls around, eyes a little wide when they meet hers.]

That I'm not mortal? I'm Asgardian. [He says plainly, intentionally obtuse.] They would do well to leave me behind. I had business to attend to back home, feelings of unrest and unease be damned.

Asgardian... [ She says it as if saying the word might help her, though, if she's honest... she's not got a damn clue where he's from or what that means. Still, she can't help her next question, too curious if perhaps proxies were something that translated across different places or not. Maybe he could.. somehow.. give her a little more insight in to something she'd barely been able to learn anything of worth about before the place she'd most expected to be able to find it came crashing, literally, down. ]

Do you know anything about proxies? [ Re-L is trying not to get her hopes up, but now she's rolled to face him entirely, not at all fussed about her state of undress with something so important maybe breaking its way in to give her a lead - ] Anything at all?

Proxies? [Thor repeats. He doesn't shift any further back as she faces him, because he risks falling off the bed entirely.

He seems to search his memory for the relevance of the word, but it comes up blank.]

I don't know of anything specific- nothing that seems relevant anyway. Why do you so intently ask?

Of course you don't.. [ There's a sound like mild frustration, there, as she settles back. This whole trying to figure out where the hell these things came from ordeal was getting more and more annoying, particularly since it was like a game of keep away with some things that may help her understand herself a little more, too. It's a whole twisted web, probably, to explain to Thor, so she keeps it simple : ]

They're... beings from my version of Earth. Practically immortal unless you have the right weaponry, something like... Gods for their individual domes.

[ Just gonna casually leave out why she's so intent for the most part - ]

I've been trying to find out more about them, if possible.

My apologies. [He says in turn, with absolutely no sincerity. Her frustration is apparent, and it's curious, but Thor never claimed to be a boundless source of knowledge.]

Is their apparent immortality the only thing that makes them godly? Are they humanoid? Did they originate from Earth? There are countless worlds and species, where I come from. It could be any number of things.

Stop it. [ There's no doubt in Re-L's mind it's an insincere thing, and really, it's not all that necessary. She shouldn't have expected it anyways, if she's being fair (which hardly ever happens) - but it didn't mean she'd be fast enough to stop her own mouth at times.

It seems as though most every lead ends up fruitless, and over time it's worn on her nerves more than she'd like to admit. ]

No.. they're the source of new life for each Dome. [ Don't ask her how the hell it works, Thor, she never really wanted to learn all of that, either. ] If Vincent is anything to go off of.. yes. Very humanoid. Until they convert to their true forms, and then less so. Feet taller than me and you, huge claws, everything.

So far as I learned it seemed like they did. Finding anything more since the Dome collapsed has been pointless, though. Frustrating.

[ Though - ] I suppose learning more relies on Vince.. Ergo Proxy.. recovering his memories, more than anything.

[Thor brushes off her order for him to stop with a shrug. He isn't about to change his manner for some bed thief.

He does, however, listen. To his credit, he does try to relay it back to things he knows and stories he's heard. He's coming up short, and he's starting to understand less as she deops teems he doesn't understand the context of.]

I comprehend less than half of what you've told me, I'm sure, but are you saying your Earth is in peril? Do they feed on humans?

It's fine, I expected it. [ Most people understand less than half of what she tells them when it comes to her world, anyway. It's fine, really. It's a good thing. The less people know about a destroyed nuclear world the better. ]

My Earth is destroyed already. Nuclear winter, the lot. Those of us that stayed on Earth lived in contained domes with controlled populations and.. reasons for each citizen. Others escaped to space.

[ Though, that last part... ] Not so far as I can tell.

Tried to kill me, sure, but never eaten. That.. may be explainable, though. [ She'd only ever seen proxies fight each other, and if that was anything to go by... maybe they sensed a part of Monad in her? She'd probably never be sure. ]

I don't know what a nuclear winter is- pestilence? I've heard tell of climate change, but I thought nuclear energy was a power source.

[Look, he's trying to piece it together.]

So, is there no telling what their primary motive is? Do they simply wish to possess what is left of Earth?

[He was trying to sleep, now he's talking in detail about a horrible iteration of Earth. He's muddling through this, but he's interested enough to stay awake.]

It is an energy source, but it can also be used to tip bombs... [ She pauses, trying to figure out the best wording with which to explain this to him. Apparently she has to word things a certain way to ensure that things are easier to grasp and she doesn't spend so long explaining things. ]

When that happens, and they explode, the radioactivity in the matter makes soil where it settles unusable. And throws dirt in to the air, which blocks the sun .. and creates nuclear winter. [ She thinks that's clear enough. Maybe? ]

I know what Ergo Proxy's is. [ She lives with him, after all, she should know by now. ] Ergo Proxy is the Proxy of Death.

.. Which I suppose makes it some wonder I'm alive as I am.

[ But Vincent is pretty damn fond of her, so, perhaps not such a mystery after all. ]

[It's hard to imagine, but it's a sufficient explanation. Thor seems to comprehend it and he's trying to visualise it.]

Why does it make you wonder? Why are you so familiar with the Ergo Proxy? [He feels like he's being briefed for a mission here, but he likes to be prepared for any possible future of the Earth he knows.]

.. I travel with him. [ There, she's said it. It isn't as though Vincent Law is a huge secret in her life, but typically she doesn't refer to him by what's come to be something of an alter ego. He's proven to be a little sensitive to it over time and for the sake of somehow not waking up dead the next day she's warily dropped the words from her vocabulary unless she's so annoyed that the subject of 'caring' leaves her mind completely.

Still, there's no way she's saying anything about the fact that Vincent claims he loves her as to why she wonders, and quickly kinds of.. winds around it for the time being. ]

He's proven to be ruthless to other proxies before, is all. And I don't tend to tip toe around other people's feelings.

You travel with a proxy? Is he not considered an enemy? [The confusion is clear in his tone.]

When you described proxies, I imagined hostile, inhumane beasts. Unless he's some sort of rebel?

He could be, depending on how you look at it. But he's never been violent toward me, really. And... [ She pauses, seems to think about her wording here, and then - ] And without him I would still be in that gilded cage called Romdeau Dome.

They are, from what I've witnessed. Ergo Proxy... also has a human side.

I don't know the true specifics, really, other than another Proxy by the name of Monad - [ Here she makes an unconscious motion to put a pale hand to her chest, as if naming herself Monad. ] - gave up a lot to free him of.. a guilty conscience and memories to split off another persona that is human and much more gentle.

- - If anything Vincent's near on too sensitive at times.

Sounds like you're very fond of him.

[Thor isn't sure what to make of most of what she's saying, but he can comprehend that much. Of course, he can't help but comprehend the part that he can tease her about.]

[ There's a rising urge to lift a foot and try to kick him at that, honestly. She turns to give him a bit of a sharp look, blue eyes narrowed and that bright make-up sleep smeared. No such thing as stopping to wash one's face when it's more pressing to crawl in with a warm body, okay.. ]

He's the only other human interaction available, so I kind of have to be. Unless you would enjoy conversation with a perpetually four year old autoreiv. [ Actually, wait, she's gong to think that one through - ]

Never mind, you would.

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