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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: (夜深前殿 | deep in night before the temple)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-08-16 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm," he says, still looking away from Wei Ying. He hadn't known what to do with his emotions then, and Wei Ying was... strange. Talented, yes, frustrating mostly, but certainly not the type that Lan Wangji had ever thought he'd go for, that he'd fall in love with. And so, when he had found that he respected Wei Ying more than he'd been annoyed by him, he was just unable to cope.

But he shakes his head. "Wei Ying... flirted with everyone." Which is why he never said anything, because he thought, how could Wei Ying really like him in return? He had so many others to choose from, and after all, Lan Wangji was just a stick-in-the-mud old fuddy-duddy or whatever he'd said.

Surely Wei Ying was more likely to seek out the company of a beautiful maiden, and then eventually after years and years of breaking girls' hearts, he'd settle down with one of them, and have several children. Lan Wangji hadn't thought he'd fit into this plan, especially when Wei Ying kept saying he wasn't flirting with him. Maybe the idea of him - Even as a young boy Lan Wangji was always preceded by his title - but certainly he'd had no real interest in the boring, studious Wangji.
lunchbreaks: (never lonely knowing you're along)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," he says. "Well, I've got miracles too!" he explains. "But usually... you know, Heaven, they read through all my logs. Say I perform them frivolously! No one watches what Crowley does." He does suppose he gets spoiled by Crowley all the time, but he won't tell because Crowley would find it embarrassing to let Wei Ying know that he was soft in any way.

Even if he was only soft because he loves Aziraphale so much, even if Lan Zhan is the same way, all icy sharp angles except for when it came to family.

"Yours might get this power next time they decide to dole out powers," he says. "Miracles really are... quite all-encompassing. There's only one trick to them," he explains. "But I'll tell you that later if you get them!"
aries_saint: (014)

[personal profile] aries_saint 2020-08-16 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
From where he sits, he sat and watch, as he cheers her on. He watches her competing against the swimmers in a race. He's not hard to miss, considering he has lilac hair.

It's not over yet, Leanne! It will take several laps and it's a race against time. But Mu sat where he is at, showing his support.
aries_saint: (013)

II.

[personal profile] aries_saint 2020-08-16 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
If Leanne waited for him to return and come back from his mission, she shouldn't wait for him. It took him too long to return.

He doesn't remember how much time has passed when he suffered at the hands of the twin doctors and their hypnosis attack. By the time he was mentally sound enough and he wanted to retaliate, they were gone, and he doesn't care to stay in the room any longer.

He returns to the place where he has last seen Leanne and the others.
inquiryguqin: medievalism @ dw (008)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." He wanted to speak to this gentleman later if he could when circumstances are calmer off the field.

Lan Wangji stares at him at what he is trying to do. Being a stronger fighter, it may difficult for him to try to twist his hand and drag him off the field.

The coach yells, and he orders Lan Wangji to remove Wu Xie off the field.

"Wu Xie, please remain calm. I will not fight you. I will escort you off the field."

He's going to take his hand to gently guide him off the field, so he doesn't have to play and make his breathing condition worst.
inquiryguqin: (144)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the Queen's games.

[He said so with much indifference. Since none of this makes any sense to him. Regardless, Lan Wangji picks up the rabbit to have it resting on his lap. He's going back to his station to make an ice sculpture of a heart on a block of new ice.

When that comes to life, it turns into a red heart-shaped balloon floating away to the sky]
scaredofdogs: (pic#14042196)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-16 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[He manages to maneuver so that at least he is on his back and comfortable with Lan Wangji on top of him. He wraps his arms around the other and nuzzles into his hair.

Ever since being back..after that terrible encounter with the twins..he has done nothing but drink and try to forget. As many combinations of drinks and drugs that people seem to be giving him has been consumed to the point where the last week has been nothing but a fog. He can see the many bottles of Emporer's Wine on the table across the room but he doesn't really need them. He still feels rather drunk from the party and the indulgence tea.

As he breaths in the scent of Lan Wangji, enjoys the feeling of his body on top of his, he almost gets granted a way to forget. But then he remembers seeing the man's name on that terrible list and his grip on his tightens as the fear in his heart starts to return. He clings to this man, not wanting to ever let him go...the twins teased him about being alone...he never wants to be that way again.]
scaredofdogs: (pic#14042170)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-16 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He hums contently as Lan Wangji agrees to join him. He shifts just enough for the other man to lower himself into the tub behind him and then tries to stay still while his hair gets washed. He closes his eyes and drops his head back so that the soap doesn't get into his eyes and hopefully makes it easier for Lan Wangji to wash it. He has a lot of hair so he knows that this is going to be an involved process.
inquiryguqin: flyingsnow @ dw (002)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He scrubs and kneads his scalp and long hair vigorously, working up the bubbles and lather. It's a lot of work of his hair, but after this, Wei Ying will be all clean and look nice, and even though in his drugged state, he's relaxed.

Picking up the detached showerhead he sprays on his hair to rinse and squeeze excess bubbles and water. Wei Ying's hair requires lots of maintenance!

"There. All clean. It's all better. How do you feel? Good?"
scaredofdogs: (pic#14042120)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-08-16 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmm.." He nods with big slow movements of his head. His eyes still closed, relishing in the feeling of Lan Wangji's hands in his hair and the fact that it is getting all cleaned up. His hair is heavy when wet since there is so much of it but it feels good down his back.

He starts to lean back, wondering if he can relax back into Lan Wangji's arms now.
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048889)

fightfightfightfightfight

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so maybe he felt like he had something to prove. The last couple fights he'd been in, in Wonderland, had ended with him getting thoroughly trounced, or just playing support and even then he'd cracked a rib or two(though his croquet mallet had come in real handy thank-you-very-much). Even before he'd been dragged to this world, it'd been a long time since he was on equal footing with Lan Wangji in a fight.

He has a few new bruises, by the time Shepard pulls the other guy off him, his nose running blood, but he's grinning, just like always, in spite of it. Wei Wuxian is just trying to twist enough to throw the guy off him, but scrambles to his feet instead, wiping his fist through the mess under his nose and spitting a little blood to the side. It's good to hear a familiar voice, in all the chaos, and he just laughs in response.

"I definitely would've had him!"
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048950)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Any thoughts of turning on the shower evaporate when he sees Lan Zhan, looking over him with so much concern, and Wei Wuxian can't be sure if he's imagining the hungry look in his eyes. It's hard not to let those heated thoughts take over; and he knows full-well what Lan Zhan is capable of. He probably knows ever curve of his body better than Wei Wuxian himself, and just where to touch him to wring pleading gasps and lustful moans.

He's almost painfully hard by now, squirming slightly, reaching up toward Lan Zhan's soft features and-

Wei Wuxian lets out a completely undignified yelp, scrambling like a cat away from the cold water, and only managing to further drench himself in it. It's cold-cold-cold is all he can think for a moment, giving him a much needed bit of clarity.

"Lan Zhaaaan," his voice takes on a childish sob, though it's clearly much more coherent than his earlier pleading, and he managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, hugging his knees against his chest, as he's soaked with the frigid water.

"I'm clean! I'm clean! Stop! Such a cruel husband you are!"
thotsandprayers: (that's what I do what I live for to help)

[personal profile] thotsandprayers 2020-08-16 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
“Staying the lobby might not be so bad. If the staff can deal with us, I'm certain they'd be up to the task.”

Probably. She's not really sure on that one. The staff is...mostly okay except for when there's things like the air conditioning breaking or the weird robotic responses. Still, she figures Lil Apple would probably be in good hands for a good three-quarters of the month. But since that leaves the rest of the time...

“But your idea is most likely for the best. If you need help though, well, I don't have much experience leading animals, but I would be happy to assist if there's any way I can."
inquiryguqin: medievalism @ dw (188)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good." At least, scrubbing off the scent of the nightclub is the first step. Feeling a little tired, he shut off the showerhead and lay it aside. He lays a kiss on the hollow of his neck.

He's going to lean against the tub and relax while holding Wei Ying protectively in his arms and holds him close to his chest.
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048945)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
What was he supposed to have thought? That the highly esteemed Lan Wangji actually had an interest in the nothing, minor servant of the Jiang clan? A servant who was constantly in trouble, and flagrantly disregarded the rules of his sect? And that was just thinking about their social standing, Lan Zhan was also one of the best looking(the best looking in his opinion) cultivators anywhere, and the one place he'd felt like they stood on equal ground, he'd lost when he'd given up his golden core.

"Mm, maybe so, maybe so... but Lan Zhan was the only one who would never look at me," he smirks a little, thinking back on it, and reaches over to put a hand over Lan Zhan's, squeezing it gently.

"So, maybe I was a little obsessed with getting his attention. And then trying to hold onto it for as long as I could," he couldn't put words to that feeling when he was younger, mistaking it for admiration perhaps, or just the driving need to make friends with someone who made him excited by his presence alone.
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[personal profile] gravescholar 2020-08-16 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Remain calm? Wu Xie snorts at that letting go because he knew that it wouldn't work, after all he was not that much of a fighter considering. But Lan Wangji had grabbed his hand and was insisting that he move. As if his weak lungs was as dangerous as the coughing made them sound like.

(They were. He knew they were but Wu Xie was also someone who didn't care about his own health when he had more pressing concerns.)

So it was with the sullen silence of a spoiled young master that he suffered himself getting led off-field, though he didn't go as far as stomping his feet or crossing his arms. He might be over forty but he knew that acting like a child was also off-putting to some people. And the more he can downplay his own skills, the better it would be later on. People had always dismissed him as a pretty and spoiled child before until he undermined their entire world on them.

"You'd think that they have a grudge against me that they are ignoring the rules so much."
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048166)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
His enthusiasm dwindles when he sees Lan Zhan's reaction. Tired? When he'd been laying into opponent after opponent with his seemingly endless strength? Wei Wuxian has heard similar excuses enough times from others though, too tired, or I'm busy, or not now. It's probably one of the few times Wei Wuxian looks any sort of contrite, and he withdraws, giving Lan Zhan the space he assumes he wants.

"Oh- right, ah- don't worry about it. You should... you should get some rest, Lan Zhan. Maybe stop by the spa yourself?"

The ever-present smile feels thin, but he forces it anyway. It's a weird sort of relationship they've found, and he feels often like he's treading into places he doesn't belong, misreading things, letting himself get far too comfortable. Whatever the reason is, Lan Zhan seems pretty upset, in a way Wei Wuxian is not sure he's seen from the man since he met him.

"It's probably not my place to ask, but..." he hesitates, glancing aside, "...is everything okay? If I did something to upset you, you can tell me."
sizeofyourbaggage: (what're you thinking now)

The Call

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-08-16 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not like Sam'd been getting that much sleep since he got here, really, so there wasn't anything to interrupt when he got an extremely late - or early - phone call.

It also doesn't surprise him at all that there's some kind of resistance going on outside of the hotel walls. If there's one thing he's learned from all of his various missions across the world, it's that there's always a group of some kind that opposes the current people in power.

He's just not sure he should be jumping into the middle of whatever's going on out there.

Going to sleep now is pretty much out of the question, so Sam'd opted to just head out for a walk around the hotel, try to clear his head.

It's - actually kind of a relief when he finds Jet.

"Can't sleep either?"
inquiryguqin: ᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴇsᴛʜᴇsɪᴀ@ DW (128)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Ying doesn't seem to understand he came to fight to settle a score and not for sport like most of the fighters seem to come for. Not only that, but Lan Zhan himself is also injured with bruises and his endurance was lowered after each round.

"All right. I'll do that. Head to the spa." Though he doesn't being touched by anyone at this point.

"You didn't do anything to upset me. I just don't want to fight you in front of these people. You're very strong, and if you want to spar with me, then I think it's better to train together in the gym, and not in the ring."

It's a complicated relationship. For one thing, they're both engaged and he has respect for his soul-twin. This one belongs to him...and he doesn't want his own Wei Ying to be upset.

He wants to be sure if Wei Ying is following. "So tomorrow. In the gym. Spar with me? I like to spend time with you one on one alone. Without people watching." He stressed about being alone with him.
sizeofyourbaggage: (hey there)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-08-16 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By now, Sam needs no excuse whatsoever to head over to Aziraphale as soon as he sees him, but the offer of champagne and the suddenly appearing pillow sure doesn't hurt.

Sam drops down next to him with an easy grin, downing half the champagne in one go. ]


You're spoiling me, man. I'm gonna get used to this.
inquiryguqin: brightwings @ dw (137)

I.

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: pretend it's earlier before the fight club]

This felt familiar, but then again, it must have been ages ago when he himself was part of archery competition. He would have ranked higher if it weren't for his injured leg. "You shot well." He remarked after watching Wei Ying shot all the arrows all at once, when he prepares himself by pulling the taut string back and let loose the arrow, also hitting the bullseye.

"You're good at archery too?"
sadflutenoises: (pic#14048181)

[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-08-16 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Miracles, huh? It was pretty miraculous, he supposes, to be able to magic whatever you want into existence, even if it only lasts a few days. So both Aziraphale and Crowley could grant miracles, but Aziraphale worked for Heaven and Crowley was a demon? Perhaps that was common knowledge, wherever they were from, but he can't help feeling just a little lost as he nods along. It must balance out, he supposes.

Either way, it was probably far better if Lan Zhan ended up with that power instead of Wei Wuxian. Power and might and armies of the dead were no great temptation to him, but being able to conjure up whatever he pleased at a moment's notice? He'd probably be doing just what Aziraphale was.

"Mm, I'll be glad to seek your guidance, if I'm so fortunate," he grins, "for now, I'm just glad I got back a bit of what I lost!"

He pulls out one of his paperman talismans and with a quick hand-seal, sets it loose on the table, to climb on the pile of sweets in front of him.
inquiryguqin: flyingsnow @ dw (002)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-08-16 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
If Wu Xie keeps coughing, he knew he wasn't fit to fight the other competitors. Even if he acts childish or appears to be, it doesn't bother Lan Wangji in the slightest.

"No. I just don't want you to get hurt." He held his hand gently and lead the way until they're off the field.

"Anyway, I thought the game is a game of normal chess also, but then they have specific rules that I didn't know about."

Now that they're off the field. "How is your breathing?"
sizeofyourbaggage: (almost smirk)

fight!

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-08-17 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
I'll fight him!

[ Volunteering to fight a blind guy is - probably not his greatest moment, sure. But Matt seems pretty damn insistent, and Sam's pretty of the opinion "fuck whoever tries to stop him from doing something he wants to do because they think he can't."

So he heads over, punching Matt lightly on the shoulder in greeting. ]


Add him in, I'll go an extra round.
sizeofyourbaggage: (Default)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-08-17 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Sam'll be participating in:

chess
diving
gymnastics
flamingo flying

And the underground fighting competition!

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