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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


billowing: (泪尽罗巾 | a handkerchief of tears)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, you are the troublemaker," he replies, but lets himself be guided to the bathroom. He honestly can't believe his techniques aren't working, but at least he got a kiss.

He goes to sit at the edge of the tub, leaning back a little, trying to summon a come-hither look on his face but it's Lan Wangji so it looks more like one of mild annoyance.

This isn't going too well for him.

But maybe if he just leans over and draws a bath, and Wei Ying joins him... but he forgets to put the plug in, so he's just turned the water on for precisely no reason.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
It's still a nice rhythm.

[ He lets it comfort him, the soft warmth of being pressed against his skin. ]
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
This is sound logic, even if it is Wei Ying logic. So he drags him close and lays a kiss on his lips, because resisting his husband is honestly one of the worst exercises of restraint he's ever had to follow these past years.

His lips are warm and welcome, and Lan Wangji feels the tension from before slip away from him and melt as he indeed, puts Wei Ying into his embrace to get him nice and warm instead.

Standing up, he pulls Wei Ying with him and leads him out of the bathroom and towards their bed, hands laced together, feeling overly-excited as if they were still young as they had been studying at Cloud Recesses together.
earthborn: (know your enemy)

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-30 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"That doesn't belong in a hotel! That's... it's not even going to fit in the elevator!" Shepard accuses, although perhaps in her mind Apple's size is somewhat exaggerated. More tot he point, how dare he ride it. This is too much.

"I'm... I have to go. Away. From that thing."
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-30 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He sets his head back down on Lan Wangji's shoulder, removing his hand that was over top of the other man's. The one against Lan Wangji's heart traces over that place above his heart with his fingertips.

He has so much he wants to tell him and show him. Those golden scars on his body telling a story of his encounter, but also the fact that one of the Lan Wangji's names are on that list and he doesn't know which one...but it also isn't appropriate to do so when the man is drunk.

And so he simply watches the other man's profile.]


I am happy to be here with you, Lan Zhan.
earthborn: (warfare is based on deception)

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-30 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Ershu?" She's not familiar with the term, even if she's familiar with the tactics, "Sounds like an old boss of mine."

He didn't even look, and he's giving compliments. Shepard pauses in loading up her plate with jello to cast a weather eye at him. Is he... handling her? He'll live long enough to regret that.

"So where you from?"
billowing: (闺中只独看 | watching in her chamber alone)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
A lot of things play on his face. He cycles through emotions from shocked to upset to jealous to upset again. "He... kissed you?" he asks, after a long pregnant pause, the only thing he says for a moment.

Because, if his Wei Ying were to have been the one to disappear - he would have been sad, but. He wouldn't have kissed the other one.

When he'd showed up in this hotel alone, the thought hadn't crossed his mind. And then Wei Ying showed up, and he'd told the other one - they had to set boundaries, that he wouldn't do anything that would possibly hurt his Wei Ying.

Yet, Lan Wangji - he'd agreed to the other Wei Ying, hadn't he? That he could see this one. He'd probably assumed they did things like kiss all the time. He takes a deep, heavily annoyed breath.
earthborn: (those times have passed away)

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-30 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Side of your neck, like a gang tattoo. I'd say you looked like a thug if it weren't for the tie.

[Thugs don't wear ties, you see, not even on Earth. Something about carrying an easy handhold around your neck just didn't pass muster, somehow, and almost nobody had folded collars in space, even if they were with the legal department. You had to be a real asshole to wear a tie; real as in paid.]

Couple other things you might wanna be aware of; don't drink the tea. They drug it, which wouldn't be so bad, if they asked you first. Which they do not.
earthborn: (they multiply as they are seized)

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-30 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard takes her time with the question, settling back in her seat, arms splayed to the side, legs stretching out to either side, bent at the knee. She leans back enough that her shoulders are actually resting on the bench-seat behind her, a full, teenaged slouch, the joke of taking up too much space made reality.

"What d'you make of March," She asks him, low. Everything echoes here, from the doors and the ice and the high vaulted ceiling, and that very public noise makes for a strange anonymity. No one could possibly approach or overhear without being seen, "I've got some thoughts, but I want to hear an outside opinion first."
billowing: (香雾云鬟湿 | cloudlike hair sweet with mist)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"We were fighting and you got faint, so we left," he answers. "I took you up here. You're safe." He thinks there's something odd that's gotten him paranoid, because he seems to have a lapse in memory.

He seems to be fine aside from that, but it's still worrisome.

Lan Wangji is worried, and going through the memory of their fight. He definitely hadn't intended to hit Wei Ying so hard...

"Did I do too much damage while you were in another form?"

Some of the forms weren't as strong as Wei Ying, after all.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-30 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Any other day you'd be precisely right," he grins, tapping the end of Lan Zhan's nose with his finger. No matter how sour the faces Lan Zhan makes, they've rarely stopped Wei Wuxian, and drunk? Not a chance. His smile only widens in response, and he throws off his outer robes and wrist ties, down to his red inner robes before he realizes Lan Zhan is just letting the water spin down the drain, rather than filling the tub.

"Ah, what a helpful husband I have, filling the tub for us," he manages to hold back his laughter this time, and pats Lan Zhan's hand a couple times for good measure, then reaches to place the plug.

"Go ahead and get in, I'll just be a moment," he urges, "and bubbles? Or no bubbles? You never did say."
earthborn: (disingenuous assertions)

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-30 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[If only Shepard knew that he'd been trying to somehow communicate a romantic confession via afterlife flute noises, she'd have something pointed to say about that. But all she knows right now is how heavy this tall fuck of a man is when she's hauling him back towards the elevators.]

Yeah, like ten minutes ago. [Oh my god she can benchpress a krogan why is this so difficult?? Use your legs, man!] He's fine. You're fine. I bet he's waiting for you, up in the room. He's polite like that.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
I am happy you have returned.

[ He can't see any of the scars, and he'll get a disconcerting note from the other one later about them, but he's happy to just hold Wei Ying in his arms like this for now, as he sobers up just a little. ]
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-30 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head slowly, "I don't think so, Lan Zhan. I could handle everything you were doing." And he doesn't want the other man to feel guilty about their fight. He certainly doesn't blame the man.

"After that last change I just started to feel light headed. And now..I don't remember anything from that moment on."

He reaches out and puts his hand on Lan Wangji's arm. "This definitely wasn't your fault." He looks up at him, his expression trying to show him that he doesn't blame him at all.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
The kiss settles any lingering worry, and he does, admittedly, feel warmer for it. Though that could also be partly due to the arms wrapped around him, solid and unwavering.

Wei Wuxian lets himself be led, despite how his lower-half is still soaked from the tub, his pants leaving a trail of little puddles all the way to their bed. He's not sure he dares sit, and leave a large peach-shaped spot on the bed, where he's been, so he squeezes Lan Zhan's hand instead, hesitating.

"Lan Zhan, you have way too many layers, and mine are all soggy," he laughs, "I suggest we get out of them, so I can throw myself at you properly."
lunchbreaks: (i've been angry and sad)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-30 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? Oh, yes, can't put 'em away here. Not sure why, can't fly with them here either...

[ He shrugs. ]

It's how the hotel is.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
He tries to catch Wei Ying's hand when he taps the end of Wangji's nose. He'd always meant to ask what that was supposed to mean; it was a gesture he did a lot, but he wasn't sure when Wei Ying did it to him instead.

But that thought is quickly forgotten in lieu of the bath. Right, the bath.

"No bubbles," he answers. He likes the idea, but not so much the execution. And he gets in, even though the water is cold, and folds his legs up so that there's plenty of room for Wei Ying.

If he wants.

Clearly.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-30 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[His fingers keep brushing over Lan Wangji's heart, something precious that must be protected. He is tired of being the one to keep hurting it.]

I'm happy about that too.

[He smiles and places several small kisses along Lan Wangji's jawline. He can't help himself. It's hard to just lay here and not want to express his happiness.]
billowing: (城春草木深 | grass thick in the spring city)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
You are talking about another man.

[ He can't imagine Wei Ying to be patient like that. Polite maybe, but only in circumstances that call for it.

Now he's just big sad again, sorry Shep, he's absolutely inconsolable.
]

billowing: (云鬓改 | changing with the color of clouds)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you think it has something to do with the transformations?" he asks. "You did do a lot of them during the fight, and you don't have spiritual energy."

It was difficult to do too many things here, even with powers - after all, there wasn't any energy to draw from. It would've been similar for swordfighting.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-30 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan doesn't push him away, but neither does he try to hold him, and Wei Wuxian catches just enough of the angry looks crossing his pristine features to worry. It was exactly what he'd hoped to avoid, in fact, and he didn't even have to look, he could hear the frustration apparent even in his breath.

Wei Wuxian would almost rather he was struck. At least when he fought with Jiang Cheng or was disciplined by Madam Yu, it was over with quickly, and they could all move on. He didn't feel the need to make excuses, hated the idea that he might get someone else in trouble, even if it was Lan Zhan's own soul-twin, but trying to take the blame on himself, as he would in any other scenario, would only serve to hurt his own Lan Zhan all the more.

"I... yes," he says truthfully, "but- but I'm sure he just- had his own Wei Wuxian in mind."

Whatever he might've said, it was hard to take at face value, especially when he'd been so close to a breakdown. Of course he missed his Wei Ying, and here he was, the nearest warm body that wore the same face. He'd probably done just as much harm as comfort.

"I'm sorry," his hands fidget nervously, and he much prefers to look down at them, than try to meet Lan Wangji's eyes. He's never had an easy time saying it, but if anyone deserves to hear it, it's Lan Zhan, "I'm so sorry."

He doesn't know what else to say. It seems too selfish to beg him not to be angry, despite how he might want to. Excuses that he didn't know it would happen, that he hadn't meant to lead the other on just seem hollow. More than anything, he worries he might have messed this up, gone a step too far, made Lan Zhan realize it'd all been a mistake.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-30 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"That was a lot of transformations in a short time..and apparently its permanent now. I don't have to drink any more tea to keep it." If it is a consequence of using it too much he will have to make sure to limit it to just once a day or something that won't stress his body out so much.

"I wonder what would have happened if you weren't there with me." would he have simply wandered off until he got his mind back and if so..where would he have wandered to? It could have been dangerous to just be wandering the halls with no memory.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-30 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"He actually does fit in the elevator! That's how we got down here." He seems rather pleased with that even though it had been quite the battle to do it.

"You must not have donkeys where you are from. I've never seen anyone be afraid of Lil' Apple before."

It's amazing really considering she seemed so strong during their previous conversation. But he supposes everyone is afraid of something. Lil' Apple has even begun to look at her like he can't figure out what she is so flustered.
billowing: (无觅处 | without a trace)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-30 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't want Wei Ying to stop, but before this, only the other one has ever kissed him there. ]

Wei Ying...

[ His tone is stern, but not harsh. ]
Edited (hit enter and it sent...) 2020-08-30 05:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-30 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
If Wei Wuxian ever stopped to think about it, he'd probably realize it's a trait he picked up from Shijie, who would always tap his nose, whether when he was a child, or just acting like one. So the gesture just feels natural, as does the smile that follows it.

"Right, no bubbles then," he shakes his head, reaching his hand under the faucet. He's sure Lan Zhan would hardly notice whether it was hot or cold, not with how frigid the cold pools of Cloud Recesses are, and sure enough, Lan Zhan has seated himself in a shallow pool of cold water. He huffs a sigh and pulls the plug for a moment, taking the time to adjust the temperature himself to something respectably warm and steaming before he pushes it back in.

"Not too hot?" he reaches over the tub to the pooling water and flicks a bit in Lan Zhan's direction.

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