Event | Turtle Dive | January 16 - 19 | Everything's better down where it's wetter~

[hazelwood]

Characters: Any and all PCs, plus an offering of Lieuen
Date: January 16th - 19th
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan begins to dive to the ocean floor and the city of Keeliai seems unbothered by the process. Bonfire funtimes are made available to all!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations; to be updated as noted

>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>A unique thread under the bonfires is available for discussions with Lieuen, should there be interested parties.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02

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Bonfires | Fire Sector

[hazelwood]

Lieuen | Fire Sector

[hazelwood]

[Have you long desired to speak with the Hazelwood Merchant? Fear not, for he is happy to mingle!]

[shootingshields]

[Peggy spots Lieuen and considers for a moment whether or not to approach him. But he could have a different perspective to offer, so she makes her away over, easily and casually.]

I understand you're the man who organized this whole thing? [She makes a vague gesture towards the bonfires.]

Ororo Munroe | Open

[storm_warning]

[Ororo ventures to the bonfires while they are available, waking up early (or is that staying up late?) to curl up in a bench or the ground with both blanket and cider. She spends most of her time staring into the fire -- this is, in her opinion, a welcome change from the dark press of water that hovers all about the turtle.

Her body language is tense, but she's not averse to company. Approach: Y/N?]

[idkmybffcyclops]

[Logan had a fight that night when the turtle began to dive. It had delayed the fights by an hour or two, but Logan had not been deterred and walked away from them 30 juulan richer. That bike was going to be his soon.

So he's on his way back to his suit when he spots the bonfires burning brightly. He decides this might be a nice spot to stop and have a cigar before crashing for the night. He sinks down onto a bench nearby and bites down on the end of a cigar. He's in the process of lighting it when he glances over to look at Storm. Oh.

Awkward. Should he say something? No? Okay. So he just kind of nods an acknowledgement and finishes what he's doing.]

[notdreaming]

[ Kara helps with the fires, and she decides to stick around a little while to make sure everything is alright. Once they reach a certain size they're pretty self sufficient, but there also a chance they might get out of control.

And then there's the chance of running into familiar faces. Approach: Y ]

Ororo?

[hackingyoursensors]

[Dick is taking a break from scouring for info. The fire is warm and inviting. Everyone seems understandably tense so Ororo's body language isn't out of place.

Dick sits down nearby and sips on his cider.]

Inara | Open

[suoxi]

[ Inara is one of the ones sitting huddled by the bonfires, dark eyes firmly fixed on the flickering flame before her.

She appears as if she's in very deep thought, mind lost to the ether, but really - one is more than welcome to settle there beside her and enjoy the warmth the blaze provides. ]

[aloadeddie]

[By the second day - well, nothing has happened that's actually dangerous, not yet, anyway, though Arthur is keeping a close eye on the situation. Still, it's cold now, and the bonfires are tempting.

And there are lots of conversations to listen in on - easy to eavesdrop when it's dark and there are lots of people milling about. The woman he finds himself next to is quiet, though, lost in thought. Which makes for a nice break, allows him to take a deep breath, warm his hands, just be a regular guy for a moment or two.]

I've always preferred the tropics. [He mutters this almost to himself - doesn't expect a response from her.]

[flawedgoods]

[Favrielle's work often occupies her time, but learning that the turtle is in fact going to dive sends her outside out of curiosity. The bonfires are a welcome surprise, and she draws nearer to them slowly but surely.

Standing there with her hands extended toward the flames, she looks around at the others gathered--and then double takes. Not far away is by far one of the most beautiful women that Favrielle has ever seen. By D'Angeline standards, no less. Her heart begins to beat a bit faster as she begins to approach, hoping above all things that one of her countrymen has finally joined her in Keeliai.]

Excuse me...

Annabeth | open

[sophos]

[Annabeth's at the bonfires, walking around between them and sipping a cup of hot cider. She's draped a blanket over her shoulder - not that she's particularly cold, not with all the fires going on, but it's nice to have, and maybe she can keep it.]

[She's been wandering the various sectors since the turtle started diving, and it's good to relax a little bit here, collect her thoughts. On the ocean floor. (Underwater's not particularly a thing she's never done, but never anything like this.) There's too much going on around her, too many distractions, so she keeps moving around, even if she's staring into the flames with a look of intense concentration every time she takes a seat somewhere.]

[She keeps coming back to the line of the poem Eva gave her. And some of it worries her.]

[depicted]

[It is while she is seated that Dorian meets her, in the warm overcoat he arrived in. His own drink is alcoholic, but he has not drunk too much of it. Still, it and the gloves warm his hands.]

"But here there is no light / Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown." [An idle quotation, murmured to himself on gazing up towards the water, but he pauses before Annabeth and offers her an unassuming smile.]

Is this seat taken? I don't want to disturb.

[build]

[ ariadne's hands were shoved deep into her pockets, with her coat buttoned up all the way to the top as she approached Annabeth, her brow arching in a clear curiosity. ]

Mind if I sit? [ it's asked politely and almost, in a sense, nervously. still unsure of how she should behaving around all these projections. ]

[crossestheline]

[Jason has been running around in his mask here and there, gathering as much information as he can. The Kedan seem unconcerned by the whole situation, which is weird. Then again, the Kedan have always seemed more than a little weird to him.

At some point he decides he's done enough investigating for the evening and wants to enjoy some downtime. This is the first time he's seen any bonfires since arriving, so he decides to take advantage of it. While helping himself to some hard cider, he spots a familiar face.

Moves over to where she is with his mug in his hand.]

Some weather, huh? Though the bonfire is a nice touch.

Victor Borkowski | Open

[alpha_squad_leader]

[Vic is not a happy mutant. He hates the cold and the effect it has on him thanks to his mutation. So once he heard there was a bonfire, he set right out for it. It was better than sitting around his suite.

He's sitting by one of the fires, huddled under a lot of blankets. It might look more like a pile of blankets than a person under them.]

[shootingshields]

[Peggy spots the pile of blankets, and she's pretty sure there's a person hiding underneath. There's slight movement to suggest so. She approaches, cup of cider in hand.]

Are you all right in there?

[meanandgreen]

[Times like this, being cold-blooded really bites. Especially when he's too busy running away from the fact that he's homesick as hell to stay cooped up in the suite.

But it's freezing out here, and he's feeling sluggish enough not to really want to go out looking for trouble. Just being out is enough to take his mind off everything but the sudden cold.

He could go home. Leo's probably wondering where he is. But he's not ready for that yet. Instead, once prowling around the rooftops gets too cold to bear, Raph reluctantly approaches one of the bonfires.

He tells himself he'll only be there long enough to get warm, plopping down on the ground not too far from Victor. Raph sits like a crouching gargoyle, shoulders hunched and knees drawn up in front of him, watching the fire in brooding silence.]

Logan | closed to Inara

[thetyrant]

[Logan can't seem to settle. It's so dark, always dark, and he's not a teenager anymore, he can't just flip his sleep schedule so easily. He's awake for so much of the darkness and it's so cold and so wet and he just

[He's afraid. Like a little child, he's terrified of the dark, so choking on the air and struggling to see straight, when the glow fades he stumbles his way to the fire sector. He remembers being told of it, remembers the woman on the console. I-something. He'd remember her name if he saw her, he thinks, right now the most important (desperately important) thing is light, and heat.]

[By the time Inara finds him, he's managed to calm himself a little, though there are a few lingering signs of panic. The sweat on his brow hasn't quite dried, and he's still shaking slightly. But at least he's breathing, in a simple shirt and pants with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. There wasn't time to find a coat when he left, he'd needed to get to heat and light.]

[suoxi]

[ Inara is used to enclosed, semi-dark spaces. Serenity had lost power before - it was an experience she had never cared to repeat – and space itself was cold. Dark. Terrifying.

When the turtle dove, Inara had been…understandably concerned, along with everyone else. The only reason she did not panic was because the moment she felt the shift, she’d secured her few things and gone outside and asked around. Assured that they weren’t all going to die, Inara did the best she could to prep for what would probably be one of the creepiest experiences of her life.

Now, everything was cold and dark – just like space – and she has to admit that this might just be a little bit worse.

Hands wrapped around a hot cider, she shivered and took what heat she could from the bonfires, and moved through the crowds looking for familiar faces, checking on those she ‘knew’.

When she found Logan, she immediately pressed the cider into his hands and guided him to sit by the fire – far enough so as not to get singed by the crackling and snapping wood that spat embers into the air, but close enough to still feel the heat and be guided by its light. ]

Here. Drink this. [ it’s warm, sweet and spicy – good for the soul. ]

Dorian Gray | Open

[depicted]

[The change is cold and strange, but Dorian doesn't mind. He has clothes for the weather, he is warmed by the fires, and he is far too accustomed to living in darkness to fear it. These bright bonfires are more lightness than certain long months in the late 1980s offered him.]

[While he is here, he may as well see what he can learn from the city's natives, so he takes to wandering about, socializing at his most pleasant with kedan and foreigner alike.]

[controlledvariable]

[Since the turtle dived, Steph has spent most of her time by Brandon's side, comforted by the knowledge that he can create a bubble of electricity and get them to hell out of here if everything goes to shit.

But they still go out, and she's still as observant as ever as they hang around the bonfires, so she doesn't miss Dorian. Most importantly, she's noticed that he's talking to the kedan, which is something not a lot of foreigners do outside of the necessities, partly thanks to the hostility and the gang war. It piques her curiosity enough that when she sees Dorian alone, she leaves Brandon for a moment to walk over to him.]

Do the locals have anything interesting to say?

Peggy Carter | open

[shootingshields]

[The bonfires are the first time most of the residents of Keeliai have really gotten in one place since the turtle dive. So that's where Peggy goes, for the warmth itself but also a means of eavesdropping. Who knows what some of the kedan might be saying about it, on top of her fellow foreigners?]

[She mingles, sitting in more populated areas in between wandering about. She's armed in appropriately warm clothes, a light hot cider curled in her fingers.]

Nita | open

[littlecousin]

[Nita doesn't need the bonfires to stay warm. She doesn't even need shoes. Her people are adapted to life at the freezing depths--if it were wetter, this would be her natural habitat.

But she's the multiverse's most perfect extrovert, happy to swoop in (sometimes literally) to the groups around the bonfires and socialize, especially since there's free food and drink. She is a college student, after all.]

CT | OTA

[tuskenlancer]

[CT isn't a big one to socialize, and normally, a bonfire surrounded by people, most of whom she doesn't know, is the last place she'd be.

But she also isn't huge on sitting in the dark by herself, and there's only so much of it she can take before she finds herself creeping out of her apartment and moving towards the light.

Free food and drink are always welcome, and soon enough she's settled in with a mug of hot cider in her hands and a plate of food at her side, a blanket across her knees. She finds a spot on the edge of the crowd, near enough to still get some of the heat and warmth from the fire, but far enough away to still have some solitude.

Well, in theory.]

closed to Bucky

[usavatar]

[Steve nurses a mug of something hot and people-watches near one of the bonfires, taking in the happy crowd. It's strange, cozy in its own way. A world he doesn't understand, really, but the closeness of the community - the smallness of it, the way the whole world shifts and they all adjust accordingly - makes it feel more familiar than the world he was in before he came here.

He shakes his head and focuses on the drink instead - probably best to keep that feeling to himself.]