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[dignity_misery]

Combat Competition

[ She's been training with a number of interesting individuals during her time in the City. In her homeworld, she used to break knees for a pimp. Wasn't trained for the job though, just threw herself into it and reveled any injuries she sustained. She's still guilty of that, but she's gotten better at ducking. ]

Shooting Competition

[ When she came to the City, the nerves in her hands were still damaged from the bullet she took to the brain. A few bloody incidents and a wish later and... Bullseye. She'll still defer to the Cowboy in a pinch, but today she's pulling out all the stops. ]

July 1st - Peace & Serenity

[ If she's completely honest with herself, Carla has never been at peace. She's always been burning with something, itching for something, and she grows bored far too easily. She craves stimulation. In the back of her mind, she's not so sure she likes being at peace, but for the next few hours it's what she has. She and Peanut will be in the park, taking a nap on a picnic blanket. ]

July 2nd - Euphoria

[ This is more like what Carla craves: a high. This is going to end in nothing but trouble. More prone to picking fights for fun and looking for mischief, she's bad news today. Unless you're in on the fun. ]

July 3rd - Gratitude

[ Carla never shows gratitude, ever. If you think you're due a few thank yous, come and collect. She'll be sketching at one of her favorite bakeries. She might even have a doodle or two for you. ]

July 4th - Affection

[ She's very physical, that Carla. Hugs and kisses and... ahem. For everyone. ]

Rex's Day Out

[ There's a monster dog on the loose. (sandurufu) Everyone is welcome to encounter Rex. He's derp of a 'dog.' Theo will be in charge of returning him, in the end. ]

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo's out meandering and generally being away from all the things going on. Yeah the other guys won but he's not sure that's a good thing. He's fairly certain it's a bad thing.

Paranoid?

Yup.]

[sandurufu]

[ Why so paranoid, Theo?

It's not there are any monster dogs chasing their tails right in the middle of your path or anything. ]

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo runs on paranoia like he runs on coffee.

He kinda stares at the dog like creature thing with a bit of a bemused expression on his face.]

Hello there.

[sandurufu]

[Rex stops his spinning, sitting down with legs splayed to stare up at Theo before giving a very thorough ARF. Sup, Necromancer.]

July 2nd:: Action

[trenchknives]

[Jimmy seems to be enjoying the high, too. As far as he's concerned, any kind of euphoric feeling is a good one, even if it's gotten him into a couple fights so far today. As soon as he sees her, he waves at her eagerly.]

Hey!

[dignity_misery]

[She's a little preoccupied harassing a street vendor when he comes by, but at the sound of his voice she turns, eyes bright, pushing long strands of black hair out of her face.]

Look who it is.

[Beaming, she comes over to say hello, which clearly involves invading his personal space.]

[trenchknives]

How's it goin'?

[He's in a much better mood than usual. In fact, he doesn't look downcast or grumpy at all, which is a marked change. Nor does he mind having his personal space invaded one bit.]

action; 1st of july

[brobeforehos]

[Mae has always liked fairs for their ability to make you think that there was magic in the world. Of course, now she knows there is magic in the world, and considering how dark that magic can be it's a surprise that she still likes fairs. This one reminds her somewhat of the Market, except with more partying and things being sold apparently.

Still, after work is over, Mae detours from the library to Xanadu to check it out, and since the weather is nice, finishes the day with a walk in the park. She's not tempted to try her aim or her luck or even to get her fortune told, and less so is she tempted to buy anything. Which is a shocker, considering how much she's been thinking she needs a drink. But not from the sketchy people that just wandered into town with a party on their tail. She's already had that experience once with the freaky circus, and sometimes still hisses accidentally as a result of those nice days.

She spots Peanut first, and then Carla after a double-take, and ends up deviating from her path home yet again. If Mae were a moth, Carla'd probably be that zappy, dangerous light.]

Well, hello.

[fluffanut]

[Peanut notices her first, and even recognizes her scent. He stirs from his nap like any good sleep puppy and trundles over to flop on Mae's foot.]

[brobeforehos]

[Awww, Peanut you adorable little thing (that spits fire). She grins and crouches so she can scratch him softly behind his ears.]

No burning the shoes, you hear?

action; 3rd of july

[brobeforehos]

[Wednesdays. Ugh, Wednesdays. There is no day of the week more widely detested than this one. There is a cure, however, and that cure is indulgence! Mae's no stranger to treating herself, so today she walks into the bakery for a cupcake, and after paying, as she turns around she spots-

You guessed it.]

Hi...again.

[dignity_misery]

[Carla looks up. She comes here for the cupcakes too. The people are pretty used to her sitting in the corner and sketching creepy shit at this point. What is it with that chick's obsession with skeletons and faceless, melting people?]

The black forest cupcakes are the best.

[brobeforehos]

Oh, thanks...[She looks down at her already-purchased, predictably pink looking cupcake, paper half stripped off it.]

I'll know for the next time.

action; 4th of july YOU SAID I COULD and now i'm done

[brobeforehos]

[Okay, okay, so it's Thursday but WHATEVER, she deserves that drink already. And this day is when she dares to sample a few of the syrups and spirits from Xanadu's seemingly neverending party, which is of course just her luck.

Everyone gets hugs. You get a hug, and you get a hug, and you get a hug.

And Carla gets a hug.]

[dignity_misery]

[Carla is in a hugging mood herself, but it doesn't stop her from pausing for a moment to notice that Mae totally started it. She should probably take it as a sign that the girl is drugged. Yes, Carla has managed to catch on to the effects of the drinks by now. She's not going to let a little thing like that stop her from taking advantage.

She wraps Mae up lazily, stroking the hair back over her ears.]

Hi, again.

[brobeforehos]

[A year ago, Nick and Alan took her to her first Market and she ate the same fruit as the rest of the dancers and draped herself over Nick in much the same fashion she's doing now with Carla; of course, he'd rebuffed her in the most ungentle way possible - you'd want anyone right now - but there's no Nick now, just Carla.

And Carla is very beautiful and her fingertips are - strangely not soft.]

Hi...hello. Hi.

July 2nd

[othersdie]

[Fun is not something that Justin does, particularly when the source of that fun appears to be drinks provided by the City's new overlords. Left to his own devices, he would be avoiding the festivities in the Square, but work doesn't stop for parties. He stays out of the way as much as possible, pressed against a wall and doing his level best to remain grim.

Company is something that he could do without. As such, Justin seriously considers ducking into a side street when he catches sight of Carla out of the corner of his eye. But no--if she saw him, she'd probably be pleased with herself for encouraging him to run away.]

[dignity_misery]

[She would be. But she's also just as pleased with spotting him and grabbing his arm.]

Are you having fun?

[othersdie]

[That's the opposite of what he wanted to have happen. There's no sense trying to run now, though.]

No. Are you?

July 4th - This will be awkward :3

[mortemscintilla]

[ As ever, Hei's out and about considerably before dawn. He's gotten into the habit, over the months, of patrolling the City at first light, not yet on its feet, not yet wearing its masks and makeup. Strolling through Xanadu, quiet and nondescript as 'Li', he feels as if he's arrived at a tenuous interlude between the departure of last night's revelers and the day's first festivities. He lingers, caught up in a familiar feeling that he's privy to a secret transition -- just like after predawn assignments at home. ]

[ By 7:00, he's seated outside a cafe, on a bench beneath the spreading branches of a tree. One hand wrapped around a sweating glass of cocktail smoothie, the other lifting to scrub at his face, which twitches in Hei's barely-there rendition of a stifled yawn. ]

[ Come bother him. Just. Y'know. Don't touch his smoothie. ]

[dignity_misery]

[After her brief experience of tranquility, sleeping much of the day away, Carla has had enough of it, and tumbled her way headlong back into endless nights that blur together. It's the best way to leave all of her thoughts behind, until the sun starts to rise and the fun begins to dissipate. She's gotten better about settling down, doesn't try to cling so hard to the evenings entertainments.]

[She likes to draw at the cafes. Can sit outside with Peanut and eat something sweet and mostly be left to her devices, or can people watch if she so chooses.]

[She's alone this morning, however, and she doesn't have to people watch to notice Hei. He's something that generally draws her attention because she knows what she's looking for. And when she does affection swells in her thoughts. It wasn't usually affection, it tended to be something more like an obsessive lust and occasionally reassurance. Affection was new, but then again she knows she has been drinking sweet things from the park every day and each has caused something different to happen. None entirely disagreeable, although the previous day's sense of gratitude had been irritating.]

[Carla comes over to sit with Hei, not immediately opening her mouth to say anything, just staring.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The revelries of the past week -- like the revolution -- fail to impress Hei. He's monitored both, up-close and at a distance. But despite the unfortunate profusion of performers and the seductive promises of change -- nothing is different. The City, at its core, remains immutable. The merrymaking, the volts of color and festoons of glitter, remind him of nothing but a gaudy fence around some irrefutable psychic tar-pit, the rebellion itself a bizarre and passing spectacle that will fade into nullity with time. ]

[ None of that really matters to him. Hei has learnt, over the years, to fine-tune his special brand of selfishness. The trajectory of his own life is all that concerns him. He keeps his eyes only on who -- and what -- intersects it. (Who: Yin, Mao. Sometimes Korra. More rarely, Chekov. What: a set of knives, a mapwork of exits, the clothes on his back and his own skills.) ]

[ He doesn't tense or bristle when Carla settles beside him. At this head-sore hour of the day, dealing with irritants may lack appeal. But Hei has dealt with a lifetime of them. He wasn't exactly hiding from watchful eyes, anyway. (If he were, Carla's gaze would've slid past him like he was part of the prosaic scenery. He knows how to catch the local vibe and fade right into it.) He doesn't avoid her stare. He takes a sip of his smoothie and meets her look flatly. (There's a difference in the shades of her energy, he thinks. The warmth in her eyes is something he's killed other marks for being stupid enough to reveal to him.) ]

Problem?

[ Dry and terse. He wonders if she's cursed, or under some chemical influence. ]

action for rex »

[thefavorite]

[ Being a kid, and a particularly restless kid who's been lying low during the rebellion, of course the promise of a festival lures Dewey out. What he does not expect as he makes his way through the City - streets he hasn't had a chance to get too familiar with yet. It doesn't bother him, nor does the prospect of walking right up to the strange looking monster dog creature he spots.

He walks up and stops in front of it. ]

Hi. Are you a dog?

[sandurufu]

[Rex has no idea what he is saying, but he's a pretty good 'dog' so he sits down and looks at Dewey attentively, tongue hanging out of his mouth.]

[thefavorite]

[ And Dewey smiles in response. ]

You're kind of gross looking.

[ His grin widens with that statement. ]

I'm Dewey.

[ Yep, he has conversations with animals. And he offers an extended hand towards Rex. ]