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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


metalicarus: (Um riiiight)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2020-08-18 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Jet chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah, I'm not so great at writing music as I am playing it." Even that was just passable, in his opinion. He wasn't bad, he knew that, but he wasn't about to go out and start his own band, either.

"Sure. I've got more." He starts into something else, just enjoying the feeling of the instrument in his hands again and a friend nearby to enjoy it with. When the song finishes, he looks back up to Aziraphale. "Do angels learn harp music or something like that? What kind of stuff do you listen to?"
lunchbreaks: (another starry night like this)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-18 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he's sure he's heard this song before! Once or twice maybe, possibly at a diner, but it does sound familiar.

"Ah, mostly I like to listen to classical and baroque, if I'm honest," he answers, after applauding once Jet is done. It really is a good performance! He does miss live music; nowadays it's all... too loud.

"Celestial melodies...." he rolls his eyes a little bit, doesn't even fight it. "Now I do play the harp, but only because it was required. But I don't see one, so we won't be able to duet!"
metalicarus: (Smirk)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2020-08-21 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Jet knows his music knowledge is dated, he'd been teased for it by others before, but what better way to learn guitar than to play things that were hot at the time? The time just happened to be the 50s and early 60s in America, stuff that could usually be found in a jukebox at the corner diner.

Aziraphale seemed to be enjoying them, though, and that was what mattered. He smirked a bit at the mention of classical and the stirrings of warmth and memory it brought to him. "Wish you could meet Albert, one of my family. He's all about that kind of music. Pretty sure he used to play the piano."

Jet partially held out the guitar to Aziraphale. "Wanna learn? I could teach you the basics. You'd probably like acoustic stuff."
lunchbreaks: (Default)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-22 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I'm not very good with music, but..." he doesn't want to turn Jet down or be a spoilsport, so, "If you don't mind, of course! I'd love to try."

His smile is always so bright and warm, because he feels genuinely excited. Even though he knows Jet is not a human, he often forgets, because he acts like a human and as far as Aziraphale is concerned feels like a human now that he doesn't have his powers.

And so, he sort of just groups Jet in with the rest of the humans, which, sometimes, is the highest compliment he can give.
metalicarus: (Grinning | Amused)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2020-08-24 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Jet shrugged but waited for Aziraphale to take the instrument so he could show the angel where and how to hold it, then moved to face him. "Yeah, well, it's not mine anyway so it's not like I'll get you past a couple chords. Still, feels wrong to me, being some angel of God and not being good at music. Thought that was part of the 'image.'"

Despite his more gruff tone, his words were teasing and gentle. It had less to do with Aziraphale actually learning and more to do with spending time with a friend in something he was at least a little passionate about.

"If you don't like it, we can call it quits."
lunchbreaks: (Default)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-25 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I'm not one to 'call it quits,' so to speak." He looks a bit mock-offended at the gentle ribbing though, but he knows it's in good fun. "And I'll have you know I was a very improper angel. Probably why I'm here now, and not up there."

Plus, would he really play the guitar? He has finely-manicured hands, and they are very soft, like he'd never done a day's work in his life.
metalicarus: (Amused)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2020-08-28 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Jet's smile widened. Teasing Aziraphale was definitely on his list of 'fun pastimes' now. Jet leaned forward and showed the angel where to press and where to pluck the strings. It was obvious Aziraphale didn't work much with his hands, but it was time to change that, as far as Jet was concerned. Nothing like a few guitar callouses, after all.

After a moment, he looked up to his friend, his smile still in place, but tinged with his question. "You want to go back up there some time? This place isn't great, but if you could, would you go back up there?
lunchbreaks: (you say lord i say christ)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-08-29 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," he answers, truthfully. "I like it better on Earth. I'd love to go back to my shop instead," he answers. "In London, with all my rare books." He sighs wistfully, as he lets his hands be guided on the guitar.

"There's not really music in heaven. Only angelic choir. And no restaurants. No books!" He seems rather disappointed about this. "Just... clean halls, lots of angels. But listen to me ramble! Why don't you tell me about your home?"