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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


earthborn: (Default)

I. Apple

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-16 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard, who is going just the wrong direction, at the wrong time, which is a talent equal in measure to its opposite, if rarely celebrated so heartily, runs into Wei Wuxian and Apple. She does this literally, because she is not looking in the right direction as she moves, and it would be kind to say that the impact of person with donkey is why she has spilled her drink all over the carpet. It would also be dishonest; Commander Shepard isn't afraid of many things, but of all the things that have caused her fear, she has been able to shoot at nearly all of them. It is easy to overcome one's visceral fears when one is permitted to destroy them utterly whenever one finds them, which had up until this moment reduced the length of that already-short list considerably. By random chance, the remaining list of Shepard's fears is populated exclusively by horses.

And now, a donkey.

"What the fuck is that thing?!"

Shepard has never seen a donkey before in her entire city-loving, combat-driven, spacefaring life. She is not happy to have the opportunity to experience new things.
scaredofdogs: (chibi uh wut)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-16 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Lil Apple didn't seem particularly pleased to suddenly be run into and then yelled at. Although not very large in size, his attitude is that of a creature twice as tall. He lets out a very irritated bray towards Shepard as Wei Wuxian tries to get him to behave.

"Ahh..sorry sorry..he's a little cranky since he's just been brought here. This is Lil' Apple..he's a donkey." He puts his hands around the donkey's muzzle to try and keep him from making any more noise but that only makes the donkey try to shake his head violently to free himself from those hands.

"He's harmless, I promise! He's just..fussy."
aries_saint: (014)

I.

[personal profile] aries_saint 2020-08-16 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Since she went to the archery contest where she cheers for him, he made time on his schedule which he has plenty of, to go to the swimming competition to see her participate.

He sat in the audience, waving to her, before the gunshot shot to start the race. To show he is cheering for her, showing his support.
billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. "It was against the rules," he says, "Wei Ying always broke the rules." And then, as the exemplary member of the Lan Sect, he'd had to exact punishment on him for breaking said rules. But...

"I never hated Wei Ying."

He shakes his head and pouts as he thinks about it, as he thinks about Wei Ying thinking he'd hated him this whole time. "Loved Wei Ying... from the start."

He casts his gaze away, unable to meet his eyes, but getting to that slightly sad, confession-y drunk state that he gets in whenever he drinks.
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Ice Skating

[personal profile] earthborn 2020-08-16 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice, Jet."

Shepard isn't the kind of person who gives compliments easily; she likes it that way, likes the idea of being thought of as someone with high standards. Her regard, as something to aspire to. So it means something when she tips her drink, appropriately hot for the purposes of the rink, in his direction.

"You made it look easy," she informed him, in the knowing way that said she knew that meant it very much wasn't, "Old hobby?"
Edited 2020-08-16 03:11 (UTC)
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Re: I.

[personal profile] song_princess 2020-08-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
She manages to glance around before the gun shot just in time to see Mu waving at her. She didn't get the chance to wave back but she flared her wings with a small ruffle to show that she saw him.

What he gets to see from his viewpoint is just how comfortable she is under the water and how quick thanks to her wings. She made it look like she was flying, truly flying under the water's surface and that she was down there for a long time before needing to come up for air.
aries_saint: (013)

[personal profile] aries_saint 2020-08-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
The program will last for only an hour. Mu is very accurate with his shots, as each arrow he shot meets the near bullseye. He was trained in this art since he was a child. Bows and arrows is a very basic weapon for training.

When the program is over, he ranks at one of the top archers, and then took his leave.

By then, the crowd was indeed loud with their cheers. If it's too loud and she took leave, he's going to go look for her.
lunchbreaks: (that you won't be away too long)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-16 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"For your betrothed, you mean?" he asks, smile easy as he snaps and makes a bigger pile of them. "Of course. These are all for you. I do wish you congratulations on your engagement," he says.

If he could, he would give them a more substantial gift, something more celebratory, but honestly if it won't last very long, it's better to give them something that is easily consumed.

"And do tell Lan-gongzi I gave him my regards," he requests, because he hasn't met that one for some reason but the other one is quite nice, very polite and gentlemanly. So he likes him; this place needs more gentlemen.
thotsandprayers: (I fit you like a glove)

[personal profile] thotsandprayers 2020-08-16 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
That's a fun mental image, so she'll think about that one for a moment, giggling a little while she pets her new friend's head. It certainly must've taken some work the first time around.

"I can imagine. I believe there's a saying about getting a camel through the eye of a needle, but that sounds like an equally difficult challenge. Perhaps trying to lure him with food? It might be easier than trying the stairs."

She had more or less the same thought there. It might be the only way.

billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-16 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ He walks with Wei Ying, happy to go back to his room, to go somewhere kind of familiar.

By the time they're at the door, he leans on Wei Ying's back, trying to take a little bit of a drunken nap.
]
scaredofdogs: (pic#14042167)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-16 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ahhh...heavy Lan Zhan! [But he manages to get his door open and stumble inside with the man on his back.]

Beds are for napping on, not my back.

[So he will walk over to his bed and flop down on it face first.]
scaredofdogs: (chibi uh wut)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-16 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I just hope it works..otherwise he might have to live in the lobby." And he just can't see that going well. He doesn't want to have to make the staff deal with him and he certainly doesn't want anyone to see him as a nuisance and make him into a stew.

"But that is why I'm going to get him some food, so that I can fill his saddle bags with things to try and entice him with."
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan halted when he calls out after him. "Yes, Wei Ying...?" He didn't expect Wei Ying to follow after him. When he doesn't accept his unconditional surrender, he is certainly got caught by surprise when Wei Ying launched himself on him and he was tackled as he wraps his arms around him. Since when Wei Ying got so strong?! He can feel the difference of his strength that he nearly lose his balance and toppled over, but Lan Zhan gained his footing, and gently hold Wei Ying in his arms in a light hug.

"Wei Ying...? I don't intend to fight you. You are already hurt." That was why he was upset. Because Wei Ying is already hurt and he didn't want to fight him. "Your bruises."
inquiryguqin: flyingsnow @ dw (002)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
He managed to smile back, "Yes, he's planning a wedding, and so am I. I'm glad you're able to help him pick out. What did you pick?"

Except the chess coach is yelling at Lan Wangji to make his move and take out a specific piece. Rather than taking Wu Xie's advice, Lan Wangji knows it's better to cooperative with the wonderland.

"That's kind of you, but it's better to take the advice given by the locals here. I'll make my move and capture you, and then you should leave the field. I'll talk to you later after the game perhaps? Over cakes and tea?"

He can't stand in the space for longer, so Lan Wangji moves ahead and reaches over to tap Wu Xie on the shoulder. "Tag. That was it. You're captured." Just like that, Wu Xie place in the game is forfeited.
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048943)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian wants to cry out of frustration alone, feeling picked on and punished for a moment's curiosity. He leans his weight against the counter, shucking off his robes and struggling with the ties around his forearms. His fingers are fumbling and still tingle where the oil made contact with his skin.

"I'm trying," he insists, unable to keep the needy whine from his voice.

"Lan Zhan, why won't you help me?"

He doesn't like admitting to weaknesses, but this drug is a force to be reckoned with. There's another off-balanced moment, as he makes for the tub, still in a thin pair of black linen pants, and he has to hang onto the towel rack as he attempts to ease himself into the tub.

It works, for the most part, though there's a loud thud as he slips, his elbow smacking into the tub as he falls the rest of the way in, making a pathetic pained sound.
sadflutenoises: (bichen)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
He's ready to argue that Cloud Recesses has at least a couple thousand too many rules, but he doesn't miss the overtly pouty face Lan Zhan makes. Okay, maybe hate was a strong word, but-

"Even then?" he says with something like awe. He knows better than to think Lan Zhan would ever lie, and definitely not over something like this, but he'd been such an obnoxious little shit back then! For all his teasing, he'd never think to blame Lan Zhan for feeling anything but annoyed with him back then. He was a menace, and the only real difference between then and now is he's willing to take a little more responsibility for his actions.

"You put the silencing spell on me so many times though!" he tries to lean closer, to see Lan Zhan's expression, to confirm it for himself. Perhaps he was guilty too, having tormented Lan Zhan so much during his time in Cloud Recesses. It was barely different from the way children would pull the hair of the one they liked, too flustered to know what to do with their emotions.

"Were you just worried I'd keep flirting with you? Hm?" he grins.
gravescholar: (you shit)

[personal profile] gravescholar 2020-08-16 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Silk for their robes and a gold hairpin. He wanted to make sure it was real instead of a knock off replica." Because Wu Xie was good at spotting those things, even if he tried to downplay just how good he was. He just never was good enough in that respect; Pangzi was far better than him for pure bullshittery.

"Congratulations on your marriage," he began and then Lan Wangji reached out to tag him. Wu Xie blinked at that. Then he frowned down at the hand on his shoulder. He looked up, the wide-eyed innocent expression flickering to more stubborn lines and then huffs.

He was no fighter, so while he's sure Lan Wangji could wipe the floor with him, Wu Xie still reaches up to grab his hand and twists his body trying to drag Lan Wangji off his square.

"That's an illegal move! Against the rules!"
gravescholar: (my back)

fight?

[personal profile] gravescholar 2020-08-16 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wu Xie would be the first to admit that he wasn't that good of a fighter. He was a planner and he knew how utilize anything to his advantage, but put him in the middle of this kind of brawl clearly showed the gaps in his skills. Especially when dodging several flying bodies had him choking on air and he couldn't quite breathe until the guy was knocked off of him. Wu Xie spent the next few seconds coughing, head down, arms raised to protect his face until the fit was over and he could suck in some air.

His rescuer sounded like she was having a blast though. He glanced up, taking in the wide grin and the bloody clothing and then chuckled, giving his head a shake as he sucked in some more air, turned his head and spat. No blood save for what felt like a bitten tongue so he climbed back to his feet with a small grin.

"I'm fine; just got hit in the right spot. Thanks for the rescue."
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048267)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm! You remembered," he smiles, pleased and a little tickled at Aziraphale's formality, as well as his congratulations. The pile of cakes is staggering, and he's pretty certain even if he and Lan Zhan eat them with each meal, they still won't finish them before the three days are up. Though, maybe he can give them away to his other family members; Lan Xichen, Jin Ling, his soul-twin, and the other Lan Zhan too. Between them all, there was easily enough, and he's sure most of them will enjoy a little taste of home here.

"I will, I will, that's- it's more than generous, Aziraphale," he pulls the plate closer, selecting one from the top and taking a bite and- and it's just as he hoped, lightly crusted on the outside, the sweet lotus filling not quite as bright as eating them fresh, but still tasty in its own way.

"A~ah, they're perfect," he sighs contentedly as he finishes the first bite, then gives a short laugh, "your Crowley is so lucky to have a power like that. I'd make Lan Zhan spoil me rotten."

Hardly seemed demonic, did it? Talking to animals and offering up champagne and treats.
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he certainly will try

[personal profile] gravescholar 2020-08-16 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
The thing about a flashlight-made sword was that it was nothing more than show. The light swung around and did nothing, only temporarily blinding a couple people that got hit full int eh eyes by the beam. Wu Xie laughed, doing a little bounce in place and then spotted the winged figure standing a little ways off and -

Oh. Well now he felt a little like crap. Kicking one of the diy smoke bombs away, he moved over to try to calm the poor kid down.

"Hey, it's okay, it's not really a sword. See?" Shutting the flashlight off, he offered her it.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't quite manage to off-balance Lan Zhan, and his sneak attack ends up being more of a really forceful hug. They don't even have to throw punches, he thinks, they could just grapple, that would be fine too! But to even try, he'd have to sweep Lan Zhan's legs successfully, and with how solidly he was caught, he's not sure it's a viable strategy.

Instead, he pulls back, narrowing his eyes at the accusation that he's already hurt. He's about to deny it, when Lan Zhan points out the bruises, one dotting his cheekbone, a lucky punch, and a few more across his arms and shoulders.

"It's fine, it's fine! This is nothing, I won't break that easy Lan Zhan," he assures, "they can treat them at the spa so they heal right away. They won't even be here come tomorrow!"

They had a hangover cure too, that worked like magic, and he was dying for the recipe. There were almost no consequences! Injuries healed, he could drink as much as he wanted and not have to worry about his head pounding the next day, and there were a number of contests that stoked his competitive streak.

"I'll get so out of practice without a good sparring partner," he tries the logical route, tempered with a bit of begging, "please?"
inquiryguqin: brightwings @ dw (137)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
He's appreciative of the hug. If anything, he would rather have forceful hugs. He rather have only hugs from him.

Finally, he surrenders and turns to him. He sighs, perhaps weary. "Wei Ying, I'm tired, so I could not. When it comes to you, I would rather spend time with you and rest. But if it's sparring you need, then could you meet me at the gym tomorrow afternoon? I could help you."

He does not wish to fight him, but if he felt the need to spar and fighting lessons because he is slacking, he could help him with that.

"In the meantime, tend to your injuries at least? Could you do that for me? Once you're healed, I will spar." He can relent that much.
billowing: (雾非雾 | the mist is not mist)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-16 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lan Wangji follows him, and falls onto the bed on top of him, face in the crook of his neck, and finds it very comfortable here.

This is what happens when you take your drunk somewhat-husband home.
]
billowing: (几多时 | how long will he stay?)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-16 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He wonders if Wei Ying is doing this on purpose, but even so, he can't ignore his husband who falls into a tub, so he opens the door to go help him up and inspect him for anything that might unnecessarily bruise. He's such a menace.

"Wei Ying, are you alright?" he asks, no longer caring if the oil stains his clothes, not really caring that Wei Ying just fell into a tub of his own volition and he's a grown-ass man who's had worse wounds growing up from his own adoptive clan.

He tries so hard to focus, but this close all he can really think of is how Wei Ying's lips look so close, plush and ready for kissing. He shuts his eyes but he thinks he can practically feel Wei Ying's pulse racing next to him.

So he turns on the tap and blasts them both with some cold water.
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Lan Wangji takes a deep breath, and finally, he inwardly forgives him for being overly flirtatious and indulgent.

"All right." He removes his robes and undressed, ties his long hair upward, and with the detached showerhead spray is lower, and make sure the bottles for soap, shampoo, and conditioner is within easy reach since he intended to wash his hair.

"I'll join you. Just move aside." Slowly he slides into the tub, and then with the showerhead. "I'm going to wash your hair."

He starts spraying water into his long hair and then scrubs shampoo and conditioner to work up a lather.

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