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𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒫𝒴 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝐹𝐹 ([personal profile] happyheartsstaff) wrote in [community profile] angryhearts2020-08-11 11:18 pm

you want to hear it? well —

ONLY, MY SECRET'S MINE, AND I WON'T TELL


The garden may no longer be available upon return to the hotel, but there is still a bustle of energy. How fortunate all the Oysters are, to reside in such a renowned place! It's a great honor for those in Wonderland to be granted opportunity to teach their skills or ply their trade here, and the Queen permits only the best. Hotel staff themselves seem to delight in the presence of the traveling merchants. Many trade teas or favors for enchanted items, and will eagerly discuss their purchases. "Oh, it happens regularly enough," they will say if asked, "but you never know if the merchant you liked or the item you eyed will be back next time!"

The talk lingers after the guest instructors and merchants have departed, but it isn't the only thing left behind. Glimmers of green may catch your eye, tucked away in hidden places that seem almost impossible to reach without drawing attention to yourself. Those who manage it will find a scrap of heavy paper with a drawing of a stylized caterpillar, a series of numbers, and the words call a friend.

Are you curious enough to input the numbers into your Empathy? It will ring, if you do, until an answering machine picks up and asks a single question — How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail? Do you dare leave a message? What will it be? Whatever you decide, the call will disconnect after a few minutes. It seems the only thing you can do now is wait for a call back.

But of course, the hotel is not in the habit of allowing such a thing as idle waiting. Her Royal Highness has noticed that some of her beloved Oysters seem quite reluctant to partake of the many splendors that the hotel provides, and she will be offering a special treat — indulgence.

QUEEN'S GAMES

8/12 - 8/22



What's more fun to indulge in than a little healthy competition? It's time for the Queen's Games, a truly dazzling spectacle. Competitors come from all over Wonderland, and this year for the first time ever, Oysters are invited to join! Announcements for the games schedule will be posted all throughout the hotel, along with directions on how to register to join.

The games will be held in either the pool area or the gym, which seems to have expanded to accommodate the number of spectators. Available games include:
  • archery
  • chess
  • croquet
  • artistic swimming
  • diving
  • gymnastics
  • flamingo flying
  • ice skating
  • ice sculptures

Of course, even the games that Oysters are familiar with may not be quite the same. Chess in Wonderland is a team sport, for example, with each member of the team filling a role as a chess piece and a coach as a strategist directing the plays. Attempting to capture one of the other team's pieces includes having to successfully win a fight against them. Gymnastics and diving competitors include growing and shrinking in size to their routines, ice sculptures come to life when they've been completed, artistic swimmers and ice skaters change costumes and swap partners in the blink of an eye.

If they're lucky, Oysters may find one of the competitors willing to show them the ropes. If they're even luckier, or more persistent, there may be a spot or two open on one of the teams that Oysters can slot themselves into. For the most part, team members will be delighted to have Oysters there.

"You all just feel so much," one may say, sounding a little awed.

"Show off those emotions, it'll get us points," another will add.

Although competitors are friendly, with Osyters and with each other, it's clear that most of them are here to win. Rivalries may flare up throughout the month, ex-lovers may be reunited and broken up again, infighting may spark among the teams — all things that can be soothed or exacerbated, for Oysters who may have inclinations towards utilizing such things to increase their chances of winning.

Or to fan the flames of drama for its own sake.


THE CALL

8/16



Starting in the early morning hours and continuing late into the night, any who left a message will get a call back.

Those who completed the poem will be greeted immediately by a friendly male voice, with an apology for the delay. "Ugh, our lines are backed up like crazy," the caller will say. "Where are you reporting in from?"

Those who somehow identified themselves as an Oyster, as residing in the hotel, from off world, being held by the Queen, or otherwise potentially against the Queen, will have their call returned by a cold female voice, guarded and wary.

"Show me your Oyster mark," the caller will request. "We can't risk giving you anything without proof."

Regardless of which caller contacts them, anyone who cooperates will receive similar information.

The friendly caller will readily provide assurances that the resistance base was not found, despite Mad March and the Order's attempt at reconnaissance in the old kingdom.

"Can't say much more than that over these channels, you know, but worry not! Everyone is safe. We have a follow up from the last mission — sorry about the air conditioning, you know, couldn't be helped — you ready for this? Keycodes. Access keycodes. Didn't get more than a handful, of course, and the intel is vague about what they access. Are we glad to get your call! How about it, you ready to try one out and see what information you can get?"

The guarded caller will allude to the Order not being able to find what they wanted out in the ruins.

"Did you think they took you out there to show you the sights? They're looking for us, obviously. No I'm not going to tell you more than that — just because you're an Oyster doesn't mean we can completely trust you. All right, look. Last time we broke into the hotel, we recovered a few access codes. We had to get out of there before we could find out what they accessed. How about a trade? We give you the code, you call us back and tell us what you find."


INDULGENCE

8/13 - 8/23



Throughout the event, there will be a number of activities available alongside the games designed to encourage unwinding. A concert set up in the hotel lobby will kick off the start of the games, at which indulgence teas will be made available for the first time. They will continue to be served readily at all hours of the day. Enhanced spa facilities will be made available as well — dazzling pedicures and manicures with nail polish that can do anything from change colors based on your mood to emit light so bright it can function as a flashlight; makeup that gives you a kiss that will literally stun the recipient; aromatherapy that will cure any kind of hangover; oils that double as aphrodisiacs, for those interested; healing massages that will take away your aches and pains, wiping away any bruises or injuries with no questions asked. A clean slate, ready to indulge again.

Then, of course, there are the less official activities. Whispers will begin to spread about another kind of competition being run after hours, when all good competitors should be sleeping. No one quite knows who's running it — one person heard it was the coach of one of the chess teams, eager to get her players extra practice; another heard it was one of the chess players themselves; still another will say it is an ice skater, a flamingo pilot, a gymnast. After all, it hardly matters, does it, as long as it runs, and there is a fight every night? Oysters are welcomed into this competition as well, where the only rule is not to kill your opponent. Teas of all kinds exchange hands as bets are placed on the fights, and the champion is rumored to receive a truly spectacular prize.

If fighting is not to your speed, fear not. All of the competitors seem to have different ways to unwind after the games are completed for the day, and all are happy to allow Oysters to indulge in attending the various get-togethers and parties they host. The knight on one of the chess teams has the most renowned wine collection, and he's brought some of his finest with him to be enjoyed alongside cheeses and poetry. One of the swimmers is a passionate musician, and has recruited anyone who can play an instrument to discuss musical theory and play together. A croquet player is known for hosting the wildest parties, with free-flowing moonshine and sips of ecstacy tea readily available. There is a flamingo pilot with a book club, an archer who is a fabulous chef, a diver who is a skilled debater with a wicked tongue — whatever you like to indulge in, chances are, someone's throwing a party for it.

The games will end on the 23rd, with a roaring celebration of all who participated in the competition. The pool area will be taken over for the farewell party, with music, food, alcohol, and dancing available. It is here that the winners of the competitions will be announced, and prizes will be awarded.


If you have any questions, please leave them over here! Results for the access code sign ups and the distractions will go out on the 14th, so players have until then to sign up. Characters can use the keycodes to access areas and cause distractions from the 16th through the 23rd — and beyond, but after the final party they may no longer have an easy excuse. If you wish to have your character compete in one of the competitions for the prizes, you can sign up here! Winners will be RNGed.




© tessisamess


sadflutenoises: (pic#14048944)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-23 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
While he's pretty confident in his looks, most of his past flirtation has been met with little result, so hearing it so often, even teasingly, from Shepard, does terrible things to his ego. He clicks his tongue in a false show of irritation, preening just a tiny bit.

"Not just anyone has the potential to form a golden core and cultivate," he shakes his head, delivering a kick that flung one of his opponents into a handful of others.

"I know it's hard to believe that good looks and raw talent can co-exist," another kick, this time with a hint of laughter, "I was adopted into the Jiang clan of Yunmeng, so I studied with them first."

The foundation of his martial education was formed there, including his mastery of the six arts, and from there, it was important to round out his education by studying with the other sects, even sects as stuffy as Gusu Lan. Still, he could understand the sentiment. At his peak, he'd stood on equal ground with the legendary Hanguang Jun, and subduing a crowd of such mundane fighters like this was as easy as breathing. Here, he was just trying not to hurt anyone too badly as he tested out his strength tea.

"Biotics are a special ability from your world, then?" he asks? If it made her already brutally efficient style any more so, it had to be pretty impressive.
earthborn: (not the ugliest of things)

i think this is okay?

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-23 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tell you what, let's clear this out, and then we'll go for drinks," Shepard tells him, as she clears a few bodies from her own proximity, matching him target-for-target without any real effort apparent, "I'll trade you stories."

She waits for the nod and then, it's down to simple focus. Given a goal in mind, Shepard stops making it a game, or a conversation, or anything except a series of moving targets and a pressing cause to move on. She doesn't need biotics to fight, indeed had often been pressed to put them aside for the safety of others. No sense winning a fight that put a hole in the hull, after all, nor in flinging your enemies around if the blast killed your own team with them.

But there's no need for subtleties here: She moves into the thick of it like wading into the ocean, and the few remaining fighters put up about as much resistance to her onslaught as would water, and then—

And then... the Order shows up.

"Ah, fuck," Shepard snarls, and turns towards Wei Wuxian with only a backwards glance for the aftermath. She would have liked to make it a clean sweep, and here we are, masses of groaning witnesses and the cops show up, "Let's go!"
song_princess: (Up to no good.)

Re: two.

[personal profile] song_princess 2020-08-23 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She was a Heron on a mission. One that will keep eyes away from Mu for as long as possible. She didnt care for how badly she will get hurt as long as the job was done for the longest time she can buy for her friend.

That is... until someone grabs her by the waist and stops her. She blinks and looks up at the man who was grabbing her. He would find there was very little to no weight behind her force. "But I am having so much fun my lord. You should join me!"
song_princess: (Standing tall with pride)

Re: II

[personal profile] song_princess 2020-08-23 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The last crash hurt.... Hurt her too much that it was taking almost all of her strength to keep up with the distraction. Leanne crashed with her wings and now they hurt... Hurt too much to move.

Emerald eyes blink as she not only hear but also smell the rats. Only to jump a little when suddenly there was another... Beroc? Was this make a Beorc? He didn't look like one.

"Yes.... Yes... I am alright." She pants out, trying her best to hide the pain she was in, her wings dropping and dragging on the floors.

"Thank you.... For your concern.... My lord...."
lunchbreaks: (and when you go)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-24 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
He what?

What do you mean, genocidal?

[ Shepard, let's go back a second, you can't really just gloss this one over?? ]
lunchbreaks: (my my i could never let you go)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-24 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, croquet is usually a game. Not sure about all the... fighting," he responds. "It's odd. I think they made up new rules about it!" Yes, he really cares about this game.

Anyway. "Think we should get out of here before we get disqualified."
billowing: (去似朝云 | he leaves like morning clouds)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Try me," he says, reaching for Wei Ying to grab his neck and pull him out of his collar; what on Earth?

If he is successful, he'll quickly change to holding him by the butt and under the arms instead of the neck; that would be mean.
scaredofdogs: (chibi uh wut)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-24 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
The donkey puffs at Wei Wuxian as it turns his head towards Jin Ling. Lil Apple mostly enjoys giving him a hard time, not so much other people. Wei Wuxian finds that a little exasperating but he knows it's just this donkey's way.

"Ah..well its all new so it's just going to take some getting used to. I'm sure Lil' Apple will be happier about being out eventually."
scaredofdogs: (Default)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-24 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian lets himself get pulled out of those robes and immediately changes into a rabbit while in his hands. He's starting to feel the toll that all the changing is doing to his body but it's his only advantage in this fight. "What are you going to do to me now? Be careful of being fussed at for animal cruelty."

How could anyone beat up such an adorable little bunny?
billowing: (坐到明 | i sit until dawn)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ He knows he's embarrassing when drunk, and tries to drink the water but he kind of gets it all over his chin.

But oh boy, Shepard, are you ready for this drunk confession time?
]

He's my soulmate... Waited sixteen years... Already died once. But he isn't careful.

[ And that's the real reason he's so sad; the other one died recently. Both of them gamble with their lives like they're pocket change. And so, weepy drunk husband who is trying hard not to lean on Shepard. ]
billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Not so easy, Wei Ying. "Bichen," he answers, sadly, with another pout. But it doesn't matter, because he isn't expecting a wedding gift. He just wants to give something to Wei Ying, to make sure he knows that Lan Wangji is always with him, always by his side, never again to part from him.

He is overcome with emotions, and gives Wei Ying messy kisses on his cheek.

"Mine," he says insistently, trying to nuzzle Wei Ying but not quite making it, really.

Ah, and yes, Wei Ying said something about being carried? Lan Wangji will reach down right now and scoop him up, though he totters back and forth because he's drunk right now and honestly can't remember why he's holding Wei Ying like this, aside from the fact that he wants to...

"Home?" he asks, gently.
billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Then stay close.

[ He lets Wei Ying fall into his embrace, and holds him tightly, the slighter frame feeling so small in his arms, but warm, and in need of being held and protected. ]
billowing: (雾非雾 | the mist is not mist)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's still practicing, even if someone else is taking the equipment now. He doesn't really stop - he's that kind of guy in general. ]

You can come and see for yourself.

[ He doesn't think they're supposed to talk about that; it's a little underground; he's really only there to keep an eye on someone who gets into a little more trouble than he's comfortable with, and if that means he has to get in the ring from time to time, he'll deal with it. ]
scaredofdogs: (YOu are mine)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-24 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He is relieved when the man holds him and buries his face against him, breathing in his scent and enjoying that embrace. Thankful that he didn't cause Lan Wangji to push him away or leave him behind.]

I promise.

[He doesn't want to ever go into a room alone again. He has learned his lesson as far as that goes.]
sadflutenoises: (bunny kisses)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-24 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Bichen? It's so rare for Lan Zhan to want something, or at least, voice that he wants something, so it's disheartening that it's not something he can spoil Lan Zhan with by providing. It's not as if he hadn't checked over that new marketplace thoroughly, looking for any sort of weapon, really. Since their makeshift ones from outdoors had been left behind, but there was nothing of use, not so much as a walking stick.

"Lan Zhan!" he laughs, trying to hide his face from the onslaught of messy kisses, to no avail. It's an excellent distraction, and he lets out another whoop of surprise when his legs are swept out from under him. His arms go instinctively to hold Lan Zhan's neck and grip the fabric of his robes for balance.

"Yours, yes, yours!" he affirms, even if he's still shaking with laughter. He only waits a beat before kissing him back, a quick press of lips to the corner of his jaw.

"Can you make it all the way without dropping me?" he teases.
earthborn: (they multiply as they are seized)

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-24 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There is a pause. Hm. She really has been getting a little too comfortable during indulgence days if she's spouting off at the mouth like that.]

Don't worry about it. [Beat] Nobody you know, anyways.

[This is awkward.]

...Maybe I should go.
gravescholar: (don't care)

[personal profile] gravescholar 2020-08-24 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I never really played it before so -" Wu Xie shrugs. He had no idea what the rules were or how they had any bearing on what was happening now. After all, he knew enough that the staff and natives have a very different viewpoint about the games around here than they do.

"Aren't we already?" But even as he says that, Wu Xie is looking around before picking a direction to go into.
thotsandprayers: (why don't you come over)

[personal profile] thotsandprayers 2020-08-24 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I just might. I'm always interested in trying something new."

And it's probably a preferable way to do that as opposed to finding other new things around here to try.

"That's why I've entered a few of the competitions. Even if I'm new t them, I think I would regret not giving at least some of them a try."
gravescholar: (but not really)

[personal profile] gravescholar 2020-08-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Big restaurants usually claim such things are beneath them," he replies with a grumble. "Not that they don't have their own versions, but no one gets it right like Jiao-auntie does."

Street vendor food was one of the things he loved, especially those vendors that knew him and always tsked at the sight of him and his friends fresh from a new adventure, looking like they saw someone's ancestors and ran for it. Jiao-auntie ran a large stand a corner away from his Wushanju, and often she would scold him in the local dialect even while shoving more food on his plate than he could possibly eat.

"Ugh don't get me started on ration bars. I don't know what it is, but even the expensive ones taste like someone decided to use sawdust and grit as the main ingredients and then add color."
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048945)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-24 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's nice, he thinks, to be greeted with an embrace that's warm, rather than worried, tense, or scared. It feels good, even if the feeling is fleeting, that at least something has gone right lately. And there's so much to share with the others, information that might actually be useful! Never mind that he was pretty sure March had gone out of his way to help Lan Zhan too.

But, for now, he enjoys the hug, and feels a bit of the worry of the last couple days begin to fade. It isn't until Lan Zhan leans in to kiss him, that other events replay in his mind. Even if the other Lan Wangji told him not to think about it, how could he not?

There's a tensing of his body, kiss cut off a moment too soon, and he tries to play it off as startled nerves, pulling himself back a half-step.

"Lan Zhan," he teases, putting his smile back into place, "if you kiss me like that, I'll forget everything I found out about before I can tell you!"
billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Wangji takes the rabbit in his hands and holds it to himself, crushing it in a hug but so that no one can see how tightly he's actually holding on. Well, unless Wei Ying screams or something, but they all know he's not actually a rabbit!
billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good, because Lan Wangji does not want to lose him again. And he's scared - he's about to marry Wei Ying, yet both of them still act like this, gambling their lives away so easily. ]

I never want to be without you, Wei Ying.
billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
At least he understands when Lan Wangji calls him his. It had been a long journey to get here, and Wei Ying welcomes him with kisses and laughter; this is what he wants to come home to every night. There's no room for sadness here, no worries. All of them fade away, carried on currents of his sweet husband's voice.

And so, he tries to get them home, and he takes two steps, one after the other...

...And pitches forward, tumbling onto the ground, but with his hands up in the air to keep Wei Ying from falling.

Which means he's fallen right onto his own face.
billowing: (浅草才能没马蹄 | bright grass hiding hooves)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-24 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm," he answers, kissing his temple instead. "Then tell me first, so that I may kiss you." Only months ago, it would have been odd for Wei Ying and Lan Wangji to even touch at all, to hold hands, to bump into each other. But now Lan Wangji leans into him with a craving, longs to be a part of his air, his space.

Even when he moves just a half-step back, Lan Wangji is quick to follow, not feeling anything strange about it, as if this was a natural progression.

He draws circles on the small of Wei Ying's back, and gives him his full attention. Of course he would take the husband thing very seriously; he has never taken on a duty and not performed it. And so, here he is, gentle doting husband, waiting to sing his husband's praises. This time.
sizeofyourbaggage: (affection)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-08-24 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
That's pretty much along the lines of what Sam's next question was gonna be, and there's relief in his smile when Jet asks.

"Company, absolutely. I learned a long time ago that it's much better than getting stuck inside my own head."

Not that he doesn't do that sometimes anyway, but the majority of the time he knows he does so much better with someone to be around. He drops down next to Jet, bumping his shoulder lightly against his in gratitude.

"Anything in particular?"

Because he wants Jet's opinion on the phone call he got, but - if Jet's awake and out here with something of his own going on, Sam'd much rather check in with him about that.

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