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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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It keeps happening. [He sighs again and just buries his head into a pillow.] I don't know why. I end up where I shouldn't in other people's beds, people end up where they shouldn't in my bed, and right now, it's a wonder no one's gotten stabbed.

[At least he's comforted by the feeling of having the blanket pushed over him.] þokk. [He mumbles the Old Norse word for thanks, his voice muffled by the pillow. Yep, Thor is definitely the favorite uncle right now.]

Does it? [Thor furrows his brows.] And you don't.. intend to get into other people's beds? Here I had thought we were sharing a family bond together.

[Thor shakes his head and yawns, settling back down into the cushions and shutting his eyes. He reaches out and pats Ivar on the arm.] You are welcome all the same.

Just wait until it happens to you. Then you'll understand. [He'd pay good money to see someone's expression when a god the size of a small bear took over their bed.]

Considering I still picked your bed out of the eighty or so in this building, I think that says something.

[Namely that Ivar was a sixteen year old boy who still missed his family desperately. This is the longest he's ever been away from them, so subconsciously, he's sought out the ones he has here. First Loki and now Thor.

He sinks back down, putting the pillow behind his head. He's not going to move anytime soon now that Thor seems alright with him staying.]

I'm much obliged.

At least I shall then be prepared. I can only hope Loki is the only one here who sleeps with a knife. [Though he highly doubts that.]

Mm, then we'll call it fate, shall we? Or perhaps you are very perceptive even in your sleep.

....Doubtful. [Ivar usually has one himself beneath his pillow.]

Considering I'm the only one of my brothers to actually possess a brain-- [He loves and misses his brothers dearly, but Ivar will never claim they're smarter than he is.] --I'd say I'm always perceptive.

You're beginning to sound an awful lot like your other uncle, you know. [Thor gives him a pointed look, even if Ivar can't see it right now.]

Tell me about your brothers.

[Ivar has no comment to that. Personally, he thinks it's good to be compared to a god, no matter what the circumstances are.]

There's four of them. Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd. I'm the youngest, so it sometimes feels like four too many. But not always. They were the only ones to see any worth to me growing up. Everyone else saw a useless cripple, but they knew differently when we were alone. [He pauses.] This is the longest I've ever been away from them.

[He sounds very young and sad, voice tinged heavily with nostalgia. They're the only family he has left in the world, so he feels their loss every day. Being six months away means he's inclined to think charitably of them, even Bjorn and Sigurd, whom he wasn't having the best relationships right now.]

They sound like good brothers, then. [But he doesn't know the half of it.]

I am eager to meet them, as I am eager to meet your father. Seeing as we are related. [He's still skeptical, but he wants to see him with his own eyes before he casts judgement.]

Sometimes only family can see us as we are, for better or for worse. Generally, I've found it's for worse, but you seem to have better luck in that regard.

[He snorts softly.] Only sometimes. [Other times, Ivar was hard-pressed not to throw axes at them.]

I keep hoping the portal will bring one of them through the same way it did for me. [If it could bring so many people from the same worlds together, why not his?]

Somewhat. Most of them are kind, but Sigurd is my least-favorite. He likes to torment me only when he knows I can't fight back. [Ivar can't count the number of times he's ended up screaming in frustration while his brother gets away freely simply because he can't retaliate. 'We all feel pity for you.' The words still rang in his head.]

Perhaps it will. Perhaps we need to make a sacrifice to appease it, see if it encourages some movement from your world.

[Perhaps not a true sacrifice, but maybe some sort of ritual would be enjoyable for Ivar and the other Asgardians. If they can't bring people from home, they can bring some feelings of home here together.]

Sounds as though you should have thrown rocks at him.

There's an idea. Hmmm. Maybe a few goats will do it?

[A good sacrifice always got things rolling with the Vikings. It provided some good karma and generally made it so things would run smoothly for them during things like raids. Besides, he'd already talked over the idea of a sacrifice with Loki once or twice as well.

The suggestion of throwing rocks at Sigurd made him chuckle.]

I have. Among other things. Like an axe or two.

[Not that it ever discouraged the idiot from continuing to butt heads with Ivar.]

If it's done right, it could help. I'm not sure how confronting a true sacrifice will be for some people here.

[He might have a hard time explaining it to some of his friends, but it still excites him.]

If you're throwing axes, I wonder if your aim is poor or if you like him a lot less than I imagine.

I suspect they'll likely think of us as some sort of heathens and have a few objections to what is going on.

[He actually sounds kind of pleased by the idea. Personally, he thought this could be a good wake-up call for the residents, who had gotten complacent as a flock of fat sheep.]

Sigurd's kindest words for me usually involve telling me I should have been left to die as a child in the woods. Throwing an axe at him now and again helps to put him in his place. Not that he ever learns. He loves pushing boundaries without ever thinking of the consequences. [Sigurd hhad gotten the first quality from their mother, Aslaug, but combining that with Ragnar's reckless danger had produced a seventeen year old whose antagonistic nature towards his little brother seemed suicidally reckless.]

If Sigurd ever makes the trip through the portal, I shall have to tell him of the time his brother Ivar bested me in combat.

[Thor pauses, then adds.] Almost.

[That makes Ivar grin a little bit.]

I do now officially have bragging rights over them for the rest of our lives.

[There weren't many who said they had sparred with a god. He snuggles contentedly down into the covers. Time to get some sleep.]

[Thor notes that Ivar has settled, so he doesn't respond. He just chuckles, settling down as well. He has no compunctions about snuggling against his nephew, shutting his eyes and letting himself fall asleep as well.]

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