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TRANQUILIZERS ([personal profile] robbies) wrote in [community profile] logsville2021-02-05 06:09 pm

FEBRUARY 2021 EVENT: PART ONE

 

CHAPTER TWO, PART 1: A LIGHT LUNCH

Good times, great olives, Uliveto's.


INVITES AND INSISTENCES | BISQUE AND BREADSTICKS | FONTINA AND FOCACCIA | MUNDANITY AND MISHAPS

INVITES AND INSISTENCES

After a fairly low-key January, you start hearing the buzz on February 1st: The Happy Homes Association is inviting you to a luncheon on Friday! Stylishly dressed women in coats and hats are inviting everyone they know in the neighborhood, coming up and knocking on your door to invite you personally to come along. “Noon on Friday at Uliveto’s,” one of them tells you with a bright smile. “There’ll be food and drinks, and the whole community can get together and mingle a bit!”

Whether you’re home to answer the door or not, you’ll receive a small card advertising the event — it’s a fundraiser, after all, and they need your help! Pay just $3 and your food and as much as you’d like to drink are covered.

But some of the HHA members are a little more insistent, roving the neighborhood in search of anyone who’s just moved to Santa Rosita in the past few months. Their almost too-wide smiles and slightly-vacant eyes are a dead giveaway that these neighbors aren’t all at home, and they aren’t willing to take anything less than a “Yes” when they ask you if you’re coming. You’ve got to wash your hair? They know a hairdresser over at the salon on Main Street who can fit you in today. Groceries? Why, their daughter can take care of that for you in a jiffy! No excuse will fly with these Robbies; they’ve always got an answer and a way for you to make an appearance.

It won’t end once you’ve agreed, either (even if you just agree to get them off your back!). With the promise of another guest at the luncheon, the Robbies are quick to suggest that you should help them! There are so many people in the town, after all, and with more people volunteering to spread the word, they can make this the most successful fundraiser ever! (Or, well, at least the most successful since last year’s Little League candy sales!) Look, there’s another of your new neighbors over there — why don’t you go and invite them now? Your new friends from the HHA will be right here to support you and help you out!

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BISQUE AND BREADSTICKS

On Friday, February 5th, Uliveto’s is easy to find — just follow the train of cars headed to North Santa Rosita, where the restaurant sits just off of Main Street with a parking lot that’s packed full. Hopefully you’re willing to walk, because it looks like the luncheon is in full swing! But as you get closer, you see that the ladies of the HHA have things down to a science as they welcome neighbors, invite them to join one of the many tables set up in the half of the restaurant they’ve taken over, and integrate newcomers into conversation.

“Oh, hello!” one of the ladies gushes as she spots you. “I’m so glad you could make it! It’s a little cold today, but you should try the tomato bisque — it always warms me right up! Come with me and Betty can get you all set up with your meal voucher; have you ever been to Uliveto’s before? It’s just divine; the salad and breadsticks are all you can eat and the pasta — golly, my mother never even tried to outdo it. We’d just come here instead!”

Before you know it, you’ve paid your entrance and have been shown to one of the large party tables (or maybe they’re multiple tables pushed together? What restaurant normally has tables that seat 20 people?), a waitress offering you the drinks menu and asking if you’d like to start with a glass of (nonalcoholic, of course!) wine. Once she’s gone, you’ll finally get a chance to look around the interior of the restaurant. The walls are a warm yellowed beige, and fluted columns break up the space with clinging ivy and grapes hanging from planters near the top. A mural is painted on the far wall of a terrace looking out over rolling hills and vineyards, and the soft music of an accordion reaches your ears…

“You all right, hon?”

One of the ladies at your table is looking at you expectantly. Don’t forget, you’re here to mingle and socialize! Time to break out that small talk!

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FONTINA AND FOCACCIA

As the luncheon continues, you may be able to notice some of the HHA volunteers scurrying back and forth, taking turns manning the doors and the small table where Betty’s taking donations and issuing meal vouchers. Watch long enough and you’ll be able to see that all of them are ultimately reporting to three ladies who confer at a smaller table set back from all the mingling, talking amongst themselves and from time to time making notes in a small ledger.

At about half past noon, one of the women stands, calling out, “May I have your attention, please?” She has to repeat it a couple times to be heard, but after a minute or two everybody settles down. The woman nods toward all of the guests, then turns back to the table, allowing one of the women to stand and make herself known. Tall, graceful, and neat, she takes a look around the room as she speaks — does her gaze linger a moment on you?

Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who may not know me yet, my name is Rosemary Craven, and I’m the head of our local Happy Homes Association.
A small wave of applause breaks out from some of the ladies; Rosemary seems to indulge them for just a moment before she lifts a gloved hand to quell it.

Please. I can only manage what I’m given, and the fine women of the association give me plenty to work with. Their efforts to organize this luncheon for all of us today showcase the dedication we should all strive for. Ladies, please stand and be recognized.

Today’s fundraiser is to benefit our town as Founder’s Day approaches in April. We’ve got big plans for the funds we raise — who knows? Perhaps we’ll be able to afford some yummy treats for the children. Who doesn’t love an ice cream cake?

Your generosity today makes all of this possible. You’ll forgive me for not giving you hard numbers, but I’d hate to be so gauche in such a lovely restaurant. Let me assure you, though, that the Happy Homes Association is here to help you in whatever way we can, whether that’s by helping you redecorate your homes, bringing over home-cooked meals, or teaching you some new skills — and speaking of new skills, I’d like to invite all of our new neighbors to talk with me personally if you think you might be interested in helping us out from time to time. Sewing might not be your forte, but everybody’s got something they’re good at, and we can always use the extra hands.

I’ll let you all get back to your meals. If you have any questions for me, please seek me out. I’ll be sitting just over here with Maude.

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MUNDANITY AND MISHAPS

After the luncheon, things in Santa Rosita continue on as normal. The weekend comes and goes, the work week begins, and the cold February wind blows…

But when you wake up on February 10th, some of you are missing.

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OOC INFO

Welcome to the first part of February’s event! You can use this entry to top-level for the event, but feel free to utilize the log and network communities as well. Sign-ups to have your character abducted are located here; please fill out the form provided along with any other pertinent details.

You may play with the townsfolk NPCs as necessary in your threads; non-Robbied neighbors will be cordial and happy to make small talk and will try to maintain the pleasant atmosphere. Robbies will, as always, be mindlessly optimistic and complimentary about everything—you may find that most of the Robbies have congregated at their own table and are bubbling with excitement over just about anything.

There will be a top-level posted for Rosemary below. If you would like to have your character interact with her, comment with your starter there. The mods will respond to tags for Rosemary until February 15th.

Any questions can go in our FAQ thread below. Try to check and see if your question has already been answered on the plotting thread first here.

Remember — part 2 of this event is coming February 15th!

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ROSEMARY CRAVEN, HHA HEAD

[personal profile] helloneighbor 2021-02-05 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Leave a top-level here if you would like to speak with Rosemary, and the mods will tag back to you. Rosemary will be tagging back until February 15th.
Edited 2021-02-05 23:20 (UTC)
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Nie Huaisang | OTA!

[personal profile] fanoperator 2021-02-06 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Invites and Insistences
Huaisang’s brightly cheerful when he greets the HHA representative. He’s learned that it’s a survival skill here, and it’s something that he’s always been good at. Eager as he is to agree to the lunch, the Robbie quickly tries to get him to help encourage others among the new neighbors, and Huaisang already knows she isn’t going to take no for an answer.

Heading over to the neighbor that she indicates, Huaisang smiles brightly and waves as he approaches. “Oh, are you coming to the fundraiser luncheon? Ethel was just telling me all about it, and I really can’t wait.”


Bisque and Biscuits
Eager to agree to the wine, Huaisang grimaces once he tastes it. It’s essentially just very dry grape juice, and he really doesn’t know why he let himself get his hopes up even for a moment. Bewildered by all the strange terms on the menu, Huaisang leans over to whisper behind his menu, eyebrows tugged together in concern. “What is ra-volly?”
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Claude | OTA

[personal profile] bowfaire 2021-02-06 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A. BISQUE AND BREADSTICKS
(Claude doesn't really consider himself a "kid." Sure, he's young and maybe not quite an adult but in Fodlan, he's a young man and old enough to be trusted with Certain Responsibilities.™ Children don't really lead nations or armies, you know? But here, none of that really matters. He's just a regular ol' teen and he spends the early moments of the luncheon cheerfully talking about sports teams and school with the townies and robbies.

He sure is glad that today was just a half day. The day ended just in time. Another period and he would have had to go to math class! He laughs, he jokes, he smiles, and chatters away. To anyone watching, it doesn't look like he has any problem navigating through the luncheon. He can even break away naturally, easily excusing himself like he does right now…
)

1. We're here to socialize
Hey!

(If you're young enough to be considered a "child" in Santa Rosita, he looks away from the townie he's speaking with to smile in your direction. He throws an arm over your shoulder or hooks his arm with yours.)

Sure is great getting out of class, right?

(If you're a youth but already graduated he'll approach you the same way but instead say,)

Shouldn't you be working or something?

2. What's a legal drinking age
(Of course he'll start the meal with a glass of wine. Why is this even a question? Hah! As soon as he takes a sip, he makes a face and sets the glass down in front of him.)

Definitely not a fan. (He's definitely going to have to order a water or something instead,) I've had some bad wines but this one definitely takes it…

(Leaning over to see the drink menu! There aren't aren't enough for everyone so this means he's probably leaning next to you to read over your shoulder or across the table to read the menu upside down,)

What are you getting?

B. FONTINA AND FOCACCIA
(Even if he doesn't react to it, he's always been sensitive to being watched. He taps at his glass with one finger when Rosemary looks over at their general direction and… hm.

He listens patiently and when her speech is over, he applauds politely with some of the others and immediately starts talking to you,
)

Some speech.

(That's your cue to tell him what you thought about it all.)


C. MUNDANITY AND MISHAPS
(… And the luncheon seems over almost as soon as it started. Or maybe it felt like eternity for you. As people start spilling out, Claude lingers outside the restaurant a bit. It's the afternoon and the February air is cool but not quite cold. That doesn't stop Claude from pulling the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and rubbing them together. He'll never be used to cold weather.

Maybe you're also hanging out! Waiting for your "family" or a friend to escape the HHA. Or maybe you're just watching the people come and go. Whatever the reason (and whatever Claude's reason), he'll keep chatting it up.
)

It wasn't too bad.

(The luncheon. If you were paying attention to him at all, you probably noticed he looked like he was in his element. He's the real friendly and social type!)

I mean, I've been to better events but this wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...

(Was that really it?)

D. WILDCARD
(Come at me! You can reach me at [plurk.com profile] eski, eski#9874, or PM for plotting.)
freeflight: (127)

[personal profile] freeflight 2021-02-06 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Bisque & Breadsticks
[ Every part of this is the most utterly mundane torture imaginable.

Levi makes for a small, sullen figure slouching in his seat at one of the tables pushed together with entirely too many others. He hasn’t a damn clue how to navigate this small talk with the obnoxious people at his table, but they’re sure trying to engage him. Going along with all of this bullshit until they found an advantage is the plan, admittedly, but it was expecting a lot to think he’d know how to talk to his neighbors.

Every once in a while, he shoots a dirty look at one person in particular, though it’s entirely possible a bystander might get caught in the crossfire and think they’re getting the brunt of his bad mood.

But really, what do you say to someone who might be the enemy or brainwashed or some other bullshit trying to talk about the weather? Or, worse yet, sports? Short, increasingly unpleasant responses aren’t doing the trick, and he’s trapped here. At a certain point, he really wouldn't even complain if anyone else engaged him in socially awkward solidarity.
]

Wildcard
[ OOC: Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] dynamicrange and we can put together something specific—before, during, after the luncheon are all good. I just wanted to get an initial top level out there. ]
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Agatha Van Helsing | OTA

[personal profile] thepsyingnun 2021-02-06 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
INVITES AND INSISTENCES

[It was almost as though some power had heard her thoughts on the HHA. No sooner had she started investigating than this- a trap, maybe? Or some good force helping her along. Whatever it was, Agatha took a deep breath and jumped into the deep end.

After agreeing to go, she joined in inviting others to the event.

Agatha goes door to door, to neighbors old and new, and knocks to extend the invitation in person. Determined to make a good showing, she'll knock longer than is considered polite, and even go so far as to start looking in to windows to see if you are home if no one answers. This may be her only chance, after all.]


OTHER

Agatha will be at the luncheon and mingling around, feel free to tap her shoulder or hit me up on [plurk.com profile] thepenguinred to plan something specific!
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angelo sauper / ota

[personal profile] apodictic 2021-02-07 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
BISQUE AND BREADSTICKS.

[ the bisque was, true to the ladies’ word, quite the showstopper.

as much as angelo doesn’t like anything else that’s going on in the luncheon, he can appreciate food. the bread was soft and warm. the bisque was nice and rich. the wine was … strange. nonalcoholic? why even bother calling it as such, just say you’re giving out juice.

in any case it’s a good meal. he finishes his soup quickly enough. ]


Well, I can’t complain about that. [ he turns to you. whether you're in need of rescuing from a rousing debate of which kind of fencing is better, pre-fab or actual wood, or maybe you're just in the need for a second serving, he'll ask: ] Would you like some more?


POST-LUNCHEON

A. AU REVOIR

[ angelo never looked more his age when he’s dressed the way he is right now and one wouldn’t even be able to tell that he was a lieutenant of an army. here, he was simply someone else’s son. allegedly.

having done all pretending in the luncheon he goes back to his rather neutral tone. ]


That was the quickest luncheon I’ve ever been in. It’s almost disappointing.

[ he finishes the last bit of his (non-alcoholic) wine. ] Then again, I suppose that’s for the best.


B. WIE GEHT'S?
[ maybe you’re going the same way as he is. angelo acknowledges the meeting with a slight tilt of the head. ]

Have you any plans for the rest of the day?





OOC; i’ll match your format. if you want anything else from me, just hit me up with a message and we’ll plan out something. (discord > wrryypugnant#6666, or pp this journal or something.) if you want information on angelo's "daily life", click here.
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Number Five | OTA

[personal profile] oldmanfive 2021-02-07 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
I. BISQUE AND BREADSTICKS

[ Five only came to the luncheon out of curiosity. He's been trying to learn more about the town, since arriving. Considering how eager the organizers were for this fundraiser, he had to know what the hype was about. The downside to attending is the amount of touching he has to endure from various housewives in attendance. While he can tolerate the shoulder and back pats, it's the occasional pinches to the cheeks that makes him want to break someone's fingers. Though if he has to hear the phrase, 'Well don't you look dapper today, young man.' one more time, he feels he might shoot himself in the face.

However Five grins and bears it for the sake of appearances. It is honestly a relief when he gets seated and the waitress hands him a drinks menu. Though before she can finish the question about the glass of wine, he quickly cuts her off with a curt. "Coffee, black." followed by a smile that can hardly be considered a smile given the amount of teeth he is showing. The waitress blinks in surprise but writes down his drink request before pinching his cheek and then turning to leave. He merely inhales sharply, picking up his water glass for a sip.]


Do people around here, really not know how to keep their hands to themselves?

[ He mutters under his breath. He really hates this place so much already. So many people all up in his personal space and he has to fight the urge not to stab anyone. He sighs as he reads the pasta options. None of which appeal to him, but not like he'll say anything.]

Gosh...so many yummy options...how ever will I choose?

[ He says aloud, though his dry and sarcastic tone of voice cannot be contained.]


II. FONTINA AND FOCACCIA

[ Everything about the townies and the robbies unsettles Five. Truly he can't keep the comparisons to the Twilight Zone and Stepford Wives out of his mind. However it isn't until Rosemary stands and speaks, that Five feels as though he is having a moment of Déjà vu. Everything about her reminds him of someone else, that he refuses to name. So much so that he can't keep the frown off of his face.

For the briefest of seconds they make eye contact and he can feel a chill spread down his spine. Every fiber of his being wants to flee, but his stubborn nature keeps him rooted to his seat. He forces himself to pick up his coffee cup and take a sip in order to divert his attention. However the way he grips his cup likely gives away just how ill at ease he currently feels.

As soon as she finishes speaking, he excuses himself to go to the restroom as he needs a minute to regain his composure. Rosemary Craven is not, she who shall not be named, but damn if the voice and demeanor doesn't remind him of a certain platinum blond bitch that has a habit of returning from the dead. From one fake ass bitch to another, Five was just finding even more reasons to dislike this place.]


III. WILDCARD

[ ooc; If you would like to do something else before or after the luncheon. Feel free to contact me @ [plurk.com profile] ariyanaforever | Private Message | Discord empressariyana#9091]
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Bruce Wayne | OTA

[personal profile] the_caped_crusader 2021-02-07 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Bisque and Breadsticks

[ bruce returns the smile to his table guest and replies politely before the bisque arrives at his table. for anybody watching, he remains enthused until he's left alone at his table, time enough to slip away and unceremoniously dump the soup-- bowl and all-- into the trash. his smile vanishes, revealing the much more cunning (and exasperated) underbelly to the well dressed man in the black suit. later, when he returns to his table, the smile returns and he touches lightly at his stomach. ]

So good I could barely put it down.

Fontina and Focaccia

[ when rosemary speaks, bruce is quiet and studious, examining her mannerisms and speech patterns until she finishes and the applause starts. he, of course, rises and claps as well, though it's perhaps more short lived than the others. while the remainder of them are still occupied with their forced praise, he quietly jots something down in a small notepad and slips it back into his jacket pocket just as quickly. like the mayor and harding, he suspects she's not quite like the others. that trend seemed to match with others in a position of power throughout the town, which made him wonder, briefly, about the recently deceased school principal. was he one of them? did he unknowingly raise the ire of the others? enough to get him killed? or was he just another one of the town's mindless slaves. ]

Wildcard

[ if these short little prompts don't give you much, throw anything at me or message me at [plurk.com profile] BATGUY or batderp#3666 on disco! i'll write you a closed prompt, or we can plan whatever you want. ]
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Theon Greyjoy | OTA

[personal profile] reek 2021-02-08 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Invites and Instances

[ Theon has no desire to attend anything called a “luncheon”. He has no desire to choke down another jello mould or casserole and he has no desire to mingle with people who know even less about him than he knows about himself. He slams the door on several of his neighbors, but when he hears the word “drinks”, and his mind is made up for him. A drink is exactly what he needs, and a drink could be all he needs to make sense of things.

There is a problem, however, when the Robbies leave, and he begrudgingly approaches the nearest neighbor to ask. Every charming, he cuts straight to the point:
]

What is a “dollar”? I’ve been told I need three of them.

2. Bisque and Breadstics

[ Theon does eventually obtain that three dollars, because he’s there to sneer at the very notion that it might be even vaguely “cold”. The weather has been so warm compared to the North, he’s ready to scream—for various other reasons as well, of course, but the weather factors into it.

He’s there to sneer at the menu (none of it looks familiar to him), and he’s there to all too graciously accept a glass of wine. He’s not a heathen. In fact, his manors are normally quite decent, but when he brings the wine to his lips, he spits it out immediately and glowers.
]

I could not tell you what that is, but “wine” is not the right word for it. Horse piss isn’t even the right word for it.

3. Wildcard

[ Surprise me. PM me here, catch me at [plurk.com profile] muttonchops or just throw something out there. ]
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The Countess | OTA

[personal profile] callhousekeeping 2021-02-09 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Bisque & Breadsticks
[ Sitting at a back table is an unimpressed blonde with an untouched plate. There's a red lipstick mark on her glass, but it seems that she only took a single sip -- what is the point, exactly, of non-alcoholic wine? Either way, she doesn't look particularly happy to be here.

The Countess has been to plenty of luncheons in her time, and this one is exceedingly average, even if she's not a fan of this restaurant or these people. It's all just an exercise in mundanity, and that's not something she excels at. One of those weird, native housewives tries to get The Countess to chime in on a conversation about duvet covers, and while she smiles (it doesn't reach her eyes) and nods, she doesn't care at all about such trivialities.

She just leans over to the nearest person who also doesn't quite seem to fit in and murmurs to them. ]


Are you bored out of your skull too, or is that just me?

II. Mundanity & Mishaps

[ One good thing came out of that bizarre luncheon: she's finally got a lead on a seamstress who might be able to create the couture that she's so desperately missing. The Countess scurries through the town square, a bolt of expensive-looking magenta silk under one arm. She doesn't seem to be in too much of a rush, though, certainly not enough to stop her from pausing at shop windows and take a look at their wares. ]