riverviewlogs | 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's not uncommon on Asgard.

[ His shrug rolls him into Dick's embrace more fully, curling up in his arm. Loki yawns and nuzzles a shoulder, long legs drawing in close to keep the heat between them under the furry blankets. ]

[ For some reason Dick himself can’t really pinpoint that prompts a fit of giggles. ]

I take it the unicorns don’t get much of a say.

The unicorns are all blankets, Dick. They're extinct. [ Not to be a downer, but.

He nuzzles Dick's shoulder, pressing closer to soak up his bodyheat. ]

[ Hunted to extinction is his first thought, but there on its heels is the realization of just how little context he actually has for that place. Loki rarely mentions it. ]

Well, at least they gave their lives to a good cause. [ This blanket, for one. It's comfy as hell, as much as that feels like something he should probably feel guilty about.

Dick is naturally a human furnace, but he's spent much of his life starved for affection. Contact. Loki can have this as long as he needs it.

He reaches for the edge of another blanket, pulling it gently over him before he replaces his arm. ]

...You catch a chill?

[ The burn of the alcohol wears off fast without the bottle to keep it up and he burrows his cheek into Dick's shoulder, preferring it to the cold of his own blood. ]

Jotun. Frost Giant, born in Jotunheim ... the first time.

[ Jotunheim. In his world it’s a myth, and the story is fuzzy. But he knows they’re a menace, supposedly. A threat to humans and gods alike.

Dick is still, stroking his dark hair with his fingers, as if Loki is a cat he’s afraid of frightening away. ]

You didn’t come from Asgard.

Odin adopted me.

[ Not so sure about Freyja anymore, since she kicked him out. ]

Hmm. Me too.

-Uh, kind of. [ It’s a wound that’s long scabbed over (he tells himself). ]

So how’d Odin shake out as a dad?

Bad. Poor. Better recently ...

[ Way better, in fact, which is how Dick comes to have a permanent Loki-limpet in his arms as his weight sags into the mattress. ]

He accepted me as his child who is both male and female, likely because my sister came home and he suddenly finds any femininity in me not to be a weakness anymore. Angela is a wonderful warrior.

She’s something, alright. [ And something twinges inside him at that. It’s a very different experience, what he and Bruce have been through. What they’ve put each other through. But here he is, still wondering whether the closest thing he has to a father would ever choose him as a son. The way he'd chosen Jason. Tim too, apparently.

To cover the ripple of tension through his body he pokes Loki lightly, entirely affectionately in the shoulder. ]

But she’s not the only one.

[ The praise has the direct effect of Loki snuggling in closer, as if he could seek out more of the same from the feel of Dick's skin on his cheek or the touch that glides up the dip of his spine. A happy noise rumbles in the godling's chest and he nuzzles the curve of Dick's throat, flopping forward onto him a little more. ]

[ His arms come around Loki again as he curls around him, feeling absurdly comforted. Buoyed up by the sensation. Trust. Affection, freely given, without strings or demands. Loki has always made him feel that way. ]

I don't know that I would have pegged you for such an easy drunk. [ He says thoughtfully, still petting his hair. ]

...Not that I'm complaining.

Mmm ... never been this drunk before.

[ Confessed against Dick's sternum where Loki's cheek presses in a doze, black hair spilling over the caramel-toned skin like a splash of ink. He trusts Dick to be so near him when far more vulnerable than normal, which he hopes speaks to his high estimation of their friendship. ]

...You might regret that in the morning.

[ Which makes him think he should probably stick around tonight, if Loki doesn't throw him out. Until he's sure he's alright. That godly physiology holds up against whatever was in that bottle. He worries.

Something's wrong, he knows it is. ]

[ Cuddles safe and sound in Dick's trustworthy arms, Loki hums agreeably. ]

Be a good husband and marry me.

[ A slightly dopey smile crosses his lips, chuckling as he noses warm skin. ]

[ A little laugh ripples through him at that. ]

You know I might be a little put out if you feel the need to drink yourself into a stupor after we’re married.

I'll be the most sober.

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

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