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happyheartsstaff) wrote in angryhearts2020-06-11 07:39 pm
it's getting hot in here
SO (PLEASE DON'T) TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES
Days are almost meaningless, here in Wonderland. With the eternal twilight outside the windows and many of the hotel's amenities open around the clock, it can be hard to keep track, can't it? But you must sleep, or at least return to your room, some time. It's on one of these times that you may begin to notice a faint sound coming from inside the walls. Or is it the ceiling? The floor? Something that sounds like scratching, or tapping, or the strained whir of machinery. Then it fades away. Whether it's moving on to another room or stopping entirely, it's hard to tell.After a few nights, or days, of this happening, it suddenly stops. There's a brief period of peace, and perhaps you even get some rest. Then there's a series of thumps, sharp clicks and a loud stuttering sound that signals the hotel's air conditioning unit giving out.
At first it's not so bad. It's dark out, right, how hot can it really be outside? The air itself still seems to be circulating, albeit more slowly, but it's enough that you can breathe. But the heat seems to keep building, and building, the air hanging heavy and thick and leaving a lingering feeling that it's pressing down on you. Even sitting still no longer becomes enough to ease the suffocating heat.
The staff don't know what's happened to the air conditioner, when you ask. "Oh, that finicky thing", they say, as if it's a minor inconvenience. They assure you that the Queen's mechanics will have it fixed in no time — they always do. In the meantime, can they interest you in a refreshing iced tea? Perhaps a dip in the pool?
Is it your imagination, or do a few of the staff seem a little uncertain as they try to brush off your questions? A little less confident than they always have been before? Whatever their demeanor, it seems they still have no answers to give. The astute may notice that after a conversation with one of these staff, they can't seem to be found again.
As if that weren't enough, the scratching in the walls starts up again. With the oppressive heat, the rising tension and frayed nerves, is it any wonder that the staff might seem more apprehensive?
THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT 06/11 - 06/13
Sleeping is probably hard enough, in a hotel where the activity never seems to cease. At least it's generally quiet in the upper floors, at least Oysters can turn out the lights in their own room and find some peace.
...usually, anyway.
At first it's only the faintest sounds, something only noticeable to those who sleep lightly. The staff, if asked, don't acknowledge hearing anything and seem politely concerned about anything disturbing the rest of their guests. Oysters may be offered ear plugs, or a device to listen to music, or a trip to the spa for relaxation.
Then it grows in both volume and frequency, disturbing even the heaviest of sleepers at night. Some staff still say they haven't heard anything, other staff acknowledge the sounds but brush them off, unconcerned. Every building has its quirks, after all! There does seem to be an increase in staff milling about, however, making it difficult for those who may want to look into things without being seen.
...usually, anyway.
At first it's only the faintest sounds, something only noticeable to those who sleep lightly. The staff, if asked, don't acknowledge hearing anything and seem politely concerned about anything disturbing the rest of their guests. Oysters may be offered ear plugs, or a device to listen to music, or a trip to the spa for relaxation.
Then it grows in both volume and frequency, disturbing even the heaviest of sleepers at night. Some staff still say they haven't heard anything, other staff acknowledge the sounds but brush them off, unconcerned. Every building has its quirks, after all! There does seem to be an increase in staff milling about, however, making it difficult for those who may want to look into things without being seen.
CLICK CLICK... THUMP
06/14 - 06/21
The fourth day of the event begins with a short period of blissful silence, quickly ruined by a loud, persistent clicking sound, audible in all parts of the hotel... And then an even louder THUMP as the air conditioning unit gives out.
At first, it's not terrible — the air is still circulating, and while the heat is uncomfortable it's not unbearable. As time goes on, though, the heat builds and builds, until not even staying in place will provide any relief.
The staff profess ignorance to whatever happened to the air conditioner, if asked — some more convincingly than others. They all offer iced teas for relief, and suggest a dip in the Pool of Tears, though those who seem uncertain when answering any questions will try to leave the conversation faster, and won't be easily found again.
While the iced teas are incredibly effective at helping to beat the heat, they once again seem to offer some strange effects — enough glasses, and Oysters will be overcome either with anger and irritation, or a sense of serene calm. Any little thing could set off an Oyster who's been affected by the anger-inducing tea; an Oyster who drank the calming tea is utterly unflappable. These effects persist for just as long as it takes for the cooling effects to wear off, at which point Oysters are left with a choice — deal with the heat, or take their chances with another tea?
And to top it all off, the scratching noise in the walls has started up again. The few staff remaining at this point are as unhelpful as ever, but they don't have the same infuriating calm to their answers — but who could blame them being a little nervous?
At first, it's not terrible — the air is still circulating, and while the heat is uncomfortable it's not unbearable. As time goes on, though, the heat builds and builds, until not even staying in place will provide any relief.
The staff profess ignorance to whatever happened to the air conditioner, if asked — some more convincingly than others. They all offer iced teas for relief, and suggest a dip in the Pool of Tears, though those who seem uncertain when answering any questions will try to leave the conversation faster, and won't be easily found again.
While the iced teas are incredibly effective at helping to beat the heat, they once again seem to offer some strange effects — enough glasses, and Oysters will be overcome either with anger and irritation, or a sense of serene calm. Any little thing could set off an Oyster who's been affected by the anger-inducing tea; an Oyster who drank the calming tea is utterly unflappable. These effects persist for just as long as it takes for the cooling effects to wear off, at which point Oysters are left with a choice — deal with the heat, or take their chances with another tea?
And to top it all off, the scratching noise in the walls has started up again. The few staff remaining at this point are as unhelpful as ever, but they don't have the same infuriating calm to their answers — but who could blame them being a little nervous?
QUEEN'S ADDRESS
06/21
And finally, the tenth day brings relief in the form of a loud shuddering sound, and then the quiet whoosh of a working air conditioner. Over the course of the day, the Hotel gets progressively cooler, until it is once again at the comfortable, cool temperature Oysters had grown used to in their first month here in the Hotel.
It also brings an address from the Queen.
The Queen will not respond to any messages sent back to her.
It also brings an address from the Queen.
"Oh, my curious Oysters, when you try to play with that which you don't understand, you break things! Not to fear, all has been set to rights now that our dear Dormouse has fixed what some careless guest disrupted. If you wanted to play games, you should have simply said! I have a dear companion for you who is so eager to join in the fun."
The Queen will not respond to any messages sent back to her.
If you have any questions, please direct them to the OOC post here. RNG results for the off limits areas will be going out tomorrow, so if anyone would still like to sign up for those that hasn't yet please do so tonight!
© tessisamess
aziraphale | good omens
It's getting hot in here
Make Some Noise
[ closed to Crowley ]aww yiss time to go a snoopin'
The Heaven is that racket?
[ Crowley asks once it happens again, sitting up now. It's probably not the neighbors having a bit of fun - at least it doesn't sound like fun. It sounds like a lot of clattering about. Crowley gets up to knock on the wall, to no avail. ]
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Hot Snake Angel. Snangel.
Uh...
[It might be a very large snake? She's not unwary of the snake, but Shepard also isn't afraid of it. She's fought much bigger reptiles before.]
Hey, anybody lose a... pet?
[Because, you see, snakes don't talk. And she's not quite sure it's kosher to simply crush the thing dead, out of hand.]
SNANGELLL
not to be confused with snail angel, of course
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it's getting hot in here
Sam's on his way back to the pool for a dip when he hears someone calling for help, which would have drawn his attention even if he wasn't pretty sure he recognized the voice. ]
Aziraphale?
[ Sam'd gone looking for him earlier, wanting to check and see if he was okay with this latest nonsense going on, but there'd be no answer when he knocked on the door to his room. Which, hey, makes sense if he's actually down here, except - Sam still can't see him. ]
Where are you?
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getting hot in here
Someone turning into a giant snake on her way past is not within her experience, though, and she actually double-takes for a second before shaking her head, assuming it's some weird hotel thing, and approaching. She's not dressed as if heading for the pool, instead just wearing very short shorts and a cropped top to minimise how much heat is getting trapped by clothes.]
Calm down. I take it the snake thing isn't a power they gave you back. [She received a tea that gave her an ability as well, but it's an emotional clairvoyance type and she feels like if she tried looking at his immediate thoughts right now, they'd probably be a lot of panic, so she doesn't bother.] Would you like me to roll you over?
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Wei Wuxian | Mo Dao Zu Shi
Wei Wuxian is not the most sound of sleepers but when the sounds start, he becomes even more restless. He decides to check out the source and starts to wander around the halls, trying to figure out if he can listen to where they are loudest. At times this takes him into stairwells and back areas of the hotel which he has never gone before, but they are the best spots for investigating because they are also the quietest.
He pulls out the dark bamboo flute from his waist and lifts it to his lips. He has gained the power to talk to spirits by some strike of luck, and so he intends to make good use of it while he has it. It might help him actually get some answers for once. He plays a short tune as he asks the spirits a question and then when he lowers the flute back down, an answer plays back to him. He's still not sure why he can understand it but it works.
"There really are spirits here..." He needs to take advantage of this.
It's a party in the pool
Wei Wuxian has been dealing with the heat the best way he can..by wandering around the hotel in only his swimming trunks that he got from the boutique, and spending all his time in the pool. He has tried to tie up as much as his hair as possible at the top of his head..that long mane making his neck and back super warm.
The pool has been one of his favorite spots since arrival..ignoring the fact that it sometimes likes to try and drown people. But it's the closest to being outdoors that he can get so he likes it. Plus he has convinced the staffers to bring him food and drinks while he is in there so he doesn't even have to leave for that!
Right now he is in one of the shallow ends, camped out under the cave area with a drink in hand. He seems perfectly content with his eyes closed and his head resting against the edge.
Around the hotel/Wildcard
When not in the pool or investigating spirits, he can be found just about anywhere around the hotel. Usually just in the swim trunks since it's his best option for staying cool, but he will also be wandering the halls bored, stopping in the bar for drinks, or collapsed in a chair in the lobby desperate for some air.
pool party
--And--
--And--
His hair is in a matching ponytail.
"Wei Ying," he calls.
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II.
He doesn't want to resort drinking the iced teas, knowing their side-effects can be disastrous but he can't bear the humidity any longer and drinks the iced teas for relief. Trying to find a cool place to relax, he seeks his way to the pool...only to find Wei Wei Wuxian taking his place there.
Maybe they could share without saying a word to each other. So Lan Wangji slips into the pool on the other side, distant away from Wei Wuxian. "..." Hopefully, he can enjoy the evening just staying cool and share the pool in peace.
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around the hotel!
If I may point out the obvious, it's awful, isn't it?
[Obviously he seems worse off than she does, but they're all suffering, aren't they? Even her who was kind of enjoying experiencing human frailty again isn't really here for this. It's just miserable.]
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Things that go bump
He's been sitting in a hallway, fiddling with his latest obsession, the device he'd been given on his arrival. Empathy was what they'd called it, and the coincidence wasn't lost on him. That such an inert looking object could do so many things was baffling, and he wished he had a toolkit, if only to see what the inner workings were like.
As he's tapping away though, it's impossible to miss the sound of a bamboo flute. It's faint and muffled, but unmistakable. He pockets the Empathy and hurries toward it, driven by curiosity to the nearest stairwell. His first thought is of course, that it must be the other Wei Wuxian, who else would have such a specific tool? Such a familiar tune? But why what need does he have to use it. Is there trouble?
"Wei Wuxian?" he calls, though it feels very odd to be yelling his own name, and what need was there for formality talking to himself?
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Lan Wangji ☁️The Untamed
It's getting hot in here (normal)
It's getting hot in here (superchill edition)
Music
It's getting hot in here (normal)
As much as he'd distrusted the tea upon his arrival, he couldn't deny the refreshing chill it brought, even just a couple hours reprieve was worth it! The agitation, however, started small, was little more than a frustrated itch under his skin, building until he was snapping over the smallest things. Luckily, most had been fortunate enough to avoid any such outbursts, but it was only luck and timing.
A dip in the pools seemed as good a release as any, feeling as if he was on a hair-trigger as he was. There's a roll of his eyes that is shockingly close to Jiang Cheng's mannerisms, were he on the outside, looking in, as he sees Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji who is fully clothed and standing ramrod straight in the middle of the water.
He approaches without a word or second thought, and promptly swings his arm, sending a large splash of water in Wangji's direction.]
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a normal amount of hot
Well, not nothing. But nothing at first.]
You alright there, pal?
[She's sitting on the edge of that pool, pants rolled up, feet in the water, shirt nowhere to be seen. Have you ever seen a sport's bra, Lan Wangji? Well, you have now. This one's not too much to look at, really, but it does the job of containing what needs contained.]
'Case, ah... I don't actually wanna have to jump in, if all that drags you down. [Her drink has a straw in it, tinkling among the ice. She takes a sip, and puts it back down— chink.] You do know how to swim, right?
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hover for translation
being too lazy confirmed for the Cool Kids Club
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Music
He tries the pool area next, and is rewarded with the familiar sounds of the guqin. He smiles slightly as he follows it, standing quietly by and listening for a moment until his brother looks up. ]
I was reluctant to interrupt your playing.
[ For selfish reasons as well - he always enjoys hearing his brother play, and now the reminder of home is more soothing than ever. ]
Will you take a break soon?
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music
When she runs across a man playing an unfamiliar instrument, she pauses, intending on letting him finish rather than interrupt his playing. When he addresses her first, though, she offers a light, enigmatic sort of smile.]
I was following the music. I don't think I've seen that particular instrument before. [Maybe they no longer use it in her time.] Though admittedly, I'm a singer more than I am a broader musician.
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Lan Wangji | mdzs | ota
[The air conditioner or whatever they call it has broken down. Lan Wangji is used to the cooler temperatures of the mountains in Cloud Recesses. Summers are short and humid at times, but it's getting too humid, that sleeping and meditation is becoming unbearable.
He hangs out by the pool to wade to keep himself cool. He was usually melancholy, but after drinking iced teas to help relieve him and from preventing near possible heat stroke and after spoken to Wei Wuxian, (the one from his world anyway), he feels a little less withdrawn in his own shell and is willingly to show up at the pool a lot more often, wearing a thin shirt and shorts instead of his usual layered snow-white robes, but wearing his head-band.]
II. Things that go bump into the night
[It started with the strange noises that he heard at night. He heard it in the evening, and before he goes to sleep. Asking the staff claims they haven't heard anything and doesn't lead him to any answers as to what is the cuase of the noise if asked, and given ear plugs, or a device to listen to music, or suggested a trip to the spa for relaxation.
The frequency of the noise of clicking, scratching, and thumping continues, so unable to bear it, he investigates through the hotel, walking around and trying to find the source of the noise.]
It's not just you that hears it? I wonder what is causing it?
III. Wildcard
[Write your own starter basing on the scenerio above! hmu here for plotting! Also for prompt II, he'll be exploring the kitchen area of Pig & Pepper buffet, so if you want to be a part of his company, you may join him!]
II
Lan Zhan! I have some interesting news. Guess what I can do!
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I
Lan Zhan is easy enough to spot, though it's surprising to see him in anything but the formal robes of Cloud Recesses! Wei Wuxian has been making use of the clothing shop as well, if only for something to wear that isn't miserably warm. He'd settled on a black tank-top and something the staff had called a skort, that managed to combine wearing trousers and outer robes into one garment. They even came in red. His hair is tied up messily, almost as an afterthought, just to keep it off the back of his neck.
"Lan Zhan!" he calls out, though it's not til he gets closer that he notices the small differences that set this one apart from the other. At a distance, it's nearly impossible to tell! The urge to splash or goad him into a waterfight is high, but he manages to contain it.
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Enduring the heat of Yunmeng summers was second nature, but here there was all of the heat and humidity, but none of the fun or familiar sights of home. Wei Wuxian could only dream of taking an idle tip in Lotus Pier, or enjoying cold melons or fresh lotus seeds. Instead, he was stuck sweating through his robes, despite leaving off enough layers to be scandalous back home.
Thankfully, the shops really were free to rummage through, including cooler clothing. The styles worn here were so strange and varied, but he'd seen enough bare legs and arms not to worry too much about showing his. He'd grabbed some black shorts and paired them with a pleated red skirt that felt at least a little like his red robes back home, if much shorter.
Tops were more difficult; if he was overheated he'd usually just strip to his inner robes, or peel back the top completely, but he wasn't sure that would be appreciated. The staff had suggested a tank top, which left his sleeves uncovered and dipped low in front rather than a collar. It was simple black, with some repeating patterns in charcoal and grey.
Last, he pulled his hair up, sparing the back of his neck some of the heat and headed for the pool. He's easy enough to spot there, bare legs dangling over the pool's edge, a fan in one hand, a cold tea beside him.
Click Click THUMP
[Reserved for Lan Wangji]
If there was one thing Wei Wuxian couldn't stand, it was idly sitting by. He was without any sort of cultivation here, not even his talismans were effective, and those were the most simple of tricks. Looking around the hotel had done little more than give him a decent mental map of the place. It offered no way out. And the staff...
He'd been as charming as he could stand, using flattery, curious and needling conversation, to downright asking, but they remained cagey and distracted, and in some cases, just missing completely. He was sure they'd been out in greater numbers before. So where had the rest gone?
Staking a spot out at the bar wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for Wei Wuxian, but he took his time, sipping idly on a cold drink. He'd been slowly trying out the variety of drinks here, this one called a rum and coke? The bubbles were a surprise, fizzing as if the water were boiling, but it was cold as ever. It wasn't exactly thrilling, but sometimes gathering information required less overt methods. And so he waited, watching the barkeep who occasionally dipped into a back room and keeping track of his movements.
click click THUMP
He grits his teeth and walks forward, taking the seat next to Wei Ying, and tries to order a tea. The barkeep has to remind him that this is a bar, so instead, he orders a water with no ice.
"Be careful of the bubbles," he says, having had his first taste of carbonated water the other day. "They're sharp."
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hot in here
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Lan Xichen | The Untamed
HOTEL POOL AND CHILL
CLOSED TO TV!WEI WUXIAN
CLOSED TO MENG YAO
Pool
It is nice. It's my favorite spot in the whole hotel. And it seems to be everyone's favorite right now.
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Sam Wilson | Marvel Cinematic Universe
CLOSED TO MIKUMO GUYNEMER
CLOSED TO CROWLEY
CLOSED TO COMMANDER SHEPARD
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[And then she looks. It's a squarish, narrow room, that goes about as far up and down as she can see, squinting into the darkness.]
The cables are weird, for me. Most elevators in space use mass field motors to run; doesn't depend on gravity. But hey, as far I can tell, everything here runs on miracles and wishful thinking so who knows what these actually do?
[She sticks an indicative thumb at the cables, already reaching out for the shaft wall, where a service ladder has been recessed. It's just deep enough a gap for one person to climb, and not be crushed by a passing elevator. She hauls herself into place without any visible effort, and hangs there by one arm and leg, to look back at him.]
You're the expert here: up or down? [Penthouse at the top floor, at least if this were a normal building, and that's a good target for anyone looking for money, leadership, or metaphorical power. But utilities go in the basement, which is a fine place to look for hiding places, secret accesses, and literal power.] I have no idea what the structure of this place is supposed to be, but it's all the same to me.
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Crowley ⛧ Good Omens
Heating Up [For Shepard]
When the air conditioning breaks, it's not so bad at first. Crowley, by nature of being cold-blooded and a demon rather likes heat in general. Hellfire can be surprisingly refreshing.
This is not, however, his kind of heat. It's moist, and stinks of human sweat, and he doesn't like it.
He stares up at one of the air vents which has been conspicuously silent for the last day or so. It's almost like...
"Right, there is a fifty-fifty chance this is literally Hell. Dagon, if this is your doing - because I know Hastur and Beelzebub don't have two braincells to rub together to pull this off - just know I'm not afraid to do to you what I did to Ligur."
There's no response. Because of course there's not. Honestly if he wasn't going to be spending the majority of the time it takes for the air conditioning to get fixed in the Pool of Tears, he'd ask Aziraphale to just bless the whole thing and see who melts down into nothing.
"Okay then. Glad we've got that sorted out."
He is either unaware or unconcerned of how absolutely insane this might look to any onlooker.
Little Drop of Love [For Wei Wuxian (LA Version)]
Crowley feels weird. It's a familiar sort of weird, the kind that he knows he felt once a very long time ago, but he can't exactly pinpoint when, where, or why.
Well, actually, he can pinpoint the why. Had a sip of some kind of tea that smelled and tasted of Aziraphale because he is entirely predictable and couldn't resist. In retrospect, that was probably a Bad Idea.
Still, the peculiar sensation persists, and seems to be growing stronger, right up until he rounds a corner and bumps into a human.
"Oh for Satan's sake-"
All of a sudden, he can place exactly what he's sensing. Something he hasn't been able to sense in over six thousand years and boy, is this mortal just radiant with it.
"-Love," Crowley blurts, looking aghast, "You're in love."
Cooling Off [Open]
Crowley is one who, by nature, is rather cautious of water. This is reasonable given that were the pool blessed, Crowley would dissolve like a lump of screaming potassium. It made visits to Rome in the last 1500 years a very tense experience.
Fortunately, the pool of tears is quite neutral in terms of holy properties. He has been avoiding that spot where an elderly guest relieved himself earlier, letting the filters and chlorine do their work, but overall, it's a rather pleasant experience. He is presently face down, with his arms, legs, and wings fanned out, resembling an oversized dead bird in astonishingly modest swimming attire. He drifts along serenely, and the only signs of life he gives are occasionally fluffing his feathers so that the cool, cool water seeps in, or raising his head to take a big gulp of air before promptly going face down again.
Should he drift against some poor unfortunate soul, well. He's their problem now.
Having A Good Time [Open]
The thing about humans was that Crowley rarely had to tap into his reservoir of infernal power to get them to do what he wanted. All he had to do was just politely ask a few very pointed questions, plant the seeds of Doubt, and sit back and watch the mortals go.
The employees are hot and miserable and fed up with having to deal with the guests who are also hot and miserable. It's a powder keg, and Crowley is itching to light the match.
"Y'know," he says, sidling up to one disgruntled looking employee, "it looks like health and safety has gone to the dogs. You ought to be getting overtime for this."
The reaction is what he'd expect. The young man frantically looks around before loudly proclaiming how benevolent the Queen is before scurrying off.
It goes much the same for a handful of others. Though when Crowley inquires about the existence of unions to a particularly disheveled cocktail waitress, she goes white as a sheet and demands to know if this is a test before, like the others, fleeing.
Interesting, Crowley thinks, sidling into a bar stool and ordering himself a raspberry mojito. He'd guessed the Queen of Hearts was a despot, but this had given him a little more to go on.
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But when he continues, regarding the inactivity of the vent-system by name and with significant familiarity, she picks up her head. Okay. That's a weird guy, but... the heat's getting to everybody. And it's not even the tenth weirdest kind of public raving she's ever seen.
"Y'know, it would make sense," She remarks, a little less in the vein of targetless complaining than he, but certainly in the same good feeling of comeraderie in the face of suffering, "This actually being Hell, I mean. Given the whole... you know. Me."
Her life, she means. She hopes she's left the galaxy a better place, in the most important ways, but Shepard has no illusions about where she comes in, values-wise. Somebody has to pay the piper, eventually, if there is any such thing.
"...You're not expecting the vent to talk back, right?"
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Mikumo Guynemer | Macross Delta
[The heat isn't too intolerable, to begin with. Mikumo's worked on a variety of planets with a variety of climates, and she's adjusted to a wide range of temperatures.
But after a certain point, she can't simply ignore it, when there's sweat beading on her brow that she sweeps off with a finger and stares at like it's some bizarre novelty. It's not often she's that stressed or exhausted, but then, this world seems to have it out for anyone's normal experiences. So she supposes she may as well have it out for them right back.
She can be found interrogating one of the staff - almost literally. She's not unduly sharp about it, more neutral than anything, just trying to withdraw information, but the person in question is looking rather uncomfortable.]
You're lucky I have more than your word to go on, after last time-- [Mikumo breaks off her somewhat more pointed remark when she hears another Oyster nearby.] Do you have a moment? I'm starting to worry this one is going to run away with their tail between their legs.
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[b. hot-headed]
[While Mikumo can be extremely blunt sometimes, she has difficulty remembering any time in her life where she was truly angry, at least in an externally noticeable way. Frustrated with the incompetence of people around her, yes, but not outright angry.
There's a first time for everything, she supposes, before casting the thought away in a fit of pique.
It had been her choice to risk the tea, knowing what the tea they'd been given upon their initial had done. And unsurprisingly, it wasn't entirely dissimilar to that tea. At least in this case, it did something useful in return, but that thought doesn't give her much consolation as she stalks down one of the corridors where the Oysters' rooms are with a scrunched, irritable look on her face and a snappy tone.]
Of course it's just like the other teas. I don't know what I was expecting. [It's definitely audible if anyone's nearby - and if you're in front of her, she might not necessarily care to move aside enough to not shoulder-check someone on the way past.]
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[c. investigation (closed to kiara sessyoin)]
[After the irritability has come up again - Mikumo figured after the first time that being too angry to think every few teas was a reasonable trade-off for being too hot to think without them - and several days into the incident, Mikumo has had enough. She's tracked down some of the staff while she had the power gifted to her by the tea, which at least gave her a clear idea if they were lying or not, but she hadn't managed to pry any useful information out.
The next step is figuring out what that infernal scratching in the walls is. She's been trying not to irk the staff until she has a clear idea of the consequences, but the irritability has lessened her caution on that front, only enough that she decides to bring someone along to compensate for any potential problems they might find going out of bounds.
The first one she finds happens to be Kiara, and Mikumo sweeps over in an uncharacteristically bristly manner, eyes narrowed like she's looking for an excuse to snap about something.]
Is that noise in the walls getting to you yet? I'd look into it alone, but given the circumstances, having backup seems more practical.
[Clearly not more enjoyable, given her mood.]
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[d. wildcard]
[[To plot anything else, feel free to hit me up at
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He spots her interrogation and comes over with a smile.]
What is it you are trying to drag out of them that makes them look so uncomfortable?
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River Song || Doctor Who
II. (OPEN)
III. (OPEN: Note that an increasingly angry River may potentially become violent. It was late, and I forgot to add this warning.)
III...just because he can
He wanders over and just as he is about to say hello, her response to him is clearly rather agitated. He is a little surprised..wondering if maybe their least meeting didn't go as well as he thought..but then remembered that she didn't know what he looked like either so that can't possibly be it.
Shrugging he decides to try anyway, "You're River, right? I think we've met once before."
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Wei Wuxian | Mo Dao Zu Shi | PART TWO!! (three...? ten?)
Wei Wuxian has been locked up for what feels like days. He doesn't know exactly the amount of time, nor does he care. All he knows is that he wants out. He keeps getting flash backs of when he was tossed into the Burial Mounds and those are not feelings and thoughts he ever wants to have back. The ache in his head has finally subsided enough that he doesn't want to just bash it into the floor in the hopes that cracking it open might give it some relief.
For the first few hours of his confinement, he had been working through some of the worst pain. His ankle had swollen to at least twice it's size and his head was throbbing. First he had tumbled down the concrete stairwells..his only victory being that he took two Suits down with him. But landing roughly at the bottom caused him a nasty headache, and catching his ankle on the stairs meant he had a nasty sprain..which then became worse when Lan Wangji and him tried to find escape by returning to their rooms. Only to once again be falling. Unfortunately for him..his ankle caught his fall. He's pretty sure the entire hotel could have heard that scream that left his lips as he landed.
It took him several long moments to realize he was alone and that the room was dimly lit with no visible exits. No windows. No doors. Only silence. As if that wasn't enough to drive him mad, every once in awhile a creepy figure would be seen out of the corner of his eye. A strange man with a rabbit head would suddenly appear and then disappear as soon as he turned his head to get a clearer look. It was terrifying and frustrating and making him want to get out of there even more.
Finally after the second time that happens he scoots to the wall and uses it to help himself get to his feet. It is probably a mistake to try and walk on an injured ankle, but Wei Wuxian is desperate to find a way out. Eventually the pain and exhaustion is too great and he collapses to the floor.
He sleeps through part of it, mostly passing out from the pain. But at least the sleep helps his head. At one point he woke up and just screamed profanities at the queen and her games, hoping that maybe if he was loud and obnoxious enough she would just let him out. But that didn't work either. After another round of sleeping..a sleep that really isn't very restful at all..he pushes himself into a sitting position and just stares at the wall. And as if opening by the sheer will of his mind..suddenly there is light and an exit.
Scrambling, he half crawls, half stumbles out of the opening before it can change it's mind and lock him back inside. The light is almost harsh against his eyes but the carpet is a nice change to the floor he had just been laying on. He collapses onto his back and just lays there. He doesn't know in what area of the hotel he is in. He doesn't care. All he knows is that he is out. He covers his face with his hands as tears try to squeeze out from his eyes. Finally he just yells as loud as he can.
"JUST YOU WAIT. I'm going to find you...YOU CREEPY RABBIT." And the queen. he adds some pretty colorful vocabulary before and after the queen's name as he lays there. He doesn't know what their games are, but he is in too much pain and too wound up from being stuck alone for what felt like forever.
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Minutes pass with no response, and though Lan Wangji checks his device, things are fine.
Hours pass, and he starts to worry, but still fine.
He sends "Dinner?" and when he gets no answer still, he assumes that Wei Ying is busy, perhaps with the other Lan Wangji. It would make sense.
Twenty four hours later with no response, he is starting to worry, searching around the hotel until he hears a familiar voice cursing a string of expletives.
"Wei Ying?" He approaches quickly, kneeling beside him, checking him for wounds. "What happened?"
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