FEBRUARY 2021 EVENT: PART ONE

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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

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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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Comments

[undiagnosed]

Rampant cuckoldry. A ten-person brawl. The Figgis Agency is banned for life now.

[he frowns a little, as he tries to remember if he'd seen or been in anything called the cortez. nothing springs to mind.]

Where's the Cortez?

[callhousekeeping]

Seems like an odd thing to ban a whole agency for. We would have simply asked you to keep the brawl in the ballroom -- easier floors to clean.

[ The Cortez specializes in the worst behaviors known to man. A brawl is a calm night for them. ]

Downtown.

[undiagnosed]

Well, the whole agency was present. [all... seven of them? wait, it was more like a twenty-person brawl. math. whatever. he's drunk.] Guess that makes the Cortez management not as full of shitty bitches as the Swindon. Seriously, no-one even got grievously wounded! That I remember. Or care about.

[he leans back, crossing his arms.]

Eh. Never spent much time downtown. We were at Long Beach. Though... I guess that doesn't matter now.

[callhousekeeping]

No fatal injuries? How lucky. [ She does not look like she considers it lucky. She seems distinctly disappointed. ] Anyway, like I said, it's a shame they chose such a drastic punishment.

[ Her head cocks to one side as she watches him. As if she has suddenly found him more than just vaguely interesting. ] Oh no? Not planning to leave Santa Rosita?

[undiagnosed]

Eh.

[seems archer agrees with that, too. he doesn't have a huge bloodlust like the countess, but he sure would've killed the guys if they hadn't outnumbered him like a bunch of pussies. ugh.]

Have you not tried to leave, yet? It's a pain in the ass.

[callhousekeeping]

It didn't strike me as particularly wise to try just stomping out, no. What happened when you tried?

god. that hat. high fashion

[undiagnosed]

No cabs go out of town and there's cops and bears everywhere around the tunnel and forest. [he shrugs a shoulder.] Well, that and the whole... buncha people likely looking for most people here.

[himself? he assumes so, but he has moments when he's not so sure.]

she may be evil but she is also a fashion goddess

[callhousekeeping]

And the cops arrest you if you leave? [ Which seems highly illegal but not surprising. It's still a bigger concern than bears. Countess has never fought a bear but she would be willing. ] What do you mean, people looking for people?

second best char after liz tbh cw sexualised misogyny and p bad internalized ableism whew

[undiagnosed]

No, but they pulled their guns. I'm many things, but I'm not bulletproof.

[yet?

nah, he'd have to be barry to be that. god, fucking barry. having everything archer doesn't at the cost of being a gross cyborg. is it truly worth it? archer doesn't know, but he knows he fucking hates his nerve damage and feeling like a worthless cripple that can't even run for long and needs a goddamn disabled parking spot--

he throws back the glass of scotch he's been nursing on the table, wishing it was stronger. everclear, maybe? what's stronger than everclear?

anyway.]

I mean... crazy hot chick like you, someone's gonna see the absence, right?

[callhousekeeping]

So they kidnap us only to populate this town? It seems like, if they're willing to kill us, there must be some purpose to it all. But I haven't heard of one, at least.

[ They can't seriously be kidnapping spies and vampires and eldritch horrors just to... go to PTA meetings and bake sales. That's insane. ]

If they're so concerned about keeping us here, then what are they doing to keep those who are looking for us out?

[undiagnosed]

People have been kidnapped for stupider reasons, DB Cooper. They-- [he stops abruptly. he... hadn't thought about that. what if they've already tried? is that why ray disappeared without a trace? they wouldn't be that sloppy would they...

archer stands abruptly, bumping into the table and grabbing for his cane.]

I have to-- go. Right now, immediately. [a beat. grabs some stuff from the centre of the table and scribbles something on a napkin.] Here's my number if you, you know. Wanna hook up later.

[god, he's too distracted by the idea that lana might've tried to actually do something and got hurt, even after all she said and he hates himself for it a little.]

[callhousekeeping]

[ She watches him with mild surprise. Surely this couldn't be the first time the thought had ever occurred to him that people were looking for him, could it?

How positively pathetic.

She takes the napkin, though she absolutely does not plan to hook up with him. Well, at least not without a ballgag. ]

Take care, then.