PLAYER EVENT ★ HELIOLOGY

[ricksybusiness]

INTRODUCTION. It's difficult to tell time without the presence of a sun or moon. There are no stars. The world is in constant blackness, the heavens barely visible from below and the only light artificial. It's been like this for months. Suddenly, those who expressed interest in observing the sun (or lack thereof) will all at once receive a text message on their ALASTAIR jewellery from 82736775: Get your shit and go look at the sky. Now's the time. If you need me, I'm around. It's time to get to work. OBSERVATION. Find the highest point you can and point the telescopes at the sky. Should be easy, right? Be mindful that there are still guards patrolling the city, looking for escaped prisoners, and some citizens would be very happy to tip them off to your presence. There are still animals in the forests to contend with, and there are still nosey citizens who may ask you too many questions. There are also your fellow ALASTAIR agents, who may not be very willing to share the spot they already staked out before you just showed up. People and animals aren't all you need to look out for, either. Seven hours after the observation starts, there is a lightning storm. It lasts for 30 minutes, bolts of electricity arcing across the sky. It might be a good idea to scurry down someplace lower when this happens -- you know what they say about lightning and height. 82736775 doesn't contact anyone after the initial text, so observers are free to give up whenever they decide they've been sitting out in the freezing dark for long enough. [ note: even if you didn't sign up, feel free to tag in! your character won't have a telescope but that doesn't mean they can't mingle. ]

[ previously: ic info | ooc info ]
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[heavyhitter]

[ It is a shame, but not one she feels like thinking too hard about. It's easier to fall back into a familiar good humor, because she might even start feeling it soon if she keeps it up. ]

Yeah, one of them is. He's the worst. This huge beefy guy that you just can't peel away from technology. Like, where did he even get all those muscles? He doesn't do anything. At least you're not that bad.

[headlining]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Not that bad in terms of being a nerd, or not having a lot of muscles?

[heavyhitter]

The first one. [ She gives him a thoughtful, deliberate once-over. ] You'd look good buried in muscles.

[headlining]

[That gets her a huff in reply.]

Well, I'm more fit than I look, so I've got that covered, somewhat. [He isn't even being facetious. He shrugs, pushing up his glasses with a finger.]

I'm still not a nerd, though. [YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT, KEATS.]

[heavyhitter]

[ she looks skeptical, but it lasts just a little while before she shrugs it off. ]

They say the only thing worse than a nerd is a delusional nerd.

[headlining]

[I heard that Keats has an 8 pack. That Keats is SHREDDED.]

Delusional? Me? [He lets out a laugh at that.] I'm stubborn as hell, I'll give you that, but I'm not delusional.

[heavyhitter]

[ She can see the future of this conversation, and it looks like a lot of no I'm not and yes you are, which, to be fair, is amusing, but only for so long. So she just sighs and flops back, straight into the snow. ]

Hey, when's the last time you had a snowball fight? Have you done any here?

[headlining]

Snowball fight?

[He considers it for a moment, before shaking his head.]

It doesn't snow all that much in Ireland, but when it did...well, I was far too busy. Never really even thought of it. And no, haven't done any here, either.

[heavyhitter]

That's so fucking sad.

[ She stares up at him for a few seconds, pitying, before she shifts to start balling up the snow. It's no easy feat when you're lying on your back, and the easiest snow in reach is over your head, so you've got to sort of crane your neck... but she's persistent as she is lazy, so that's how it goes. ]

[headlining]

[He sees the movement out of the corner of his eye, and gives her a look that would be seen on a parent catching their child in the middle of doing something terrible, like jumping from a tree branch or poised to draw on the walls with permanent marker.]

You're not going to throw a snowball at me, are you?

[heavyhitter]

[ She just smiles brightly, making absolutely no move to stop her lazy efforts. ]

I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to stop me, so... yeah, looking likely.

[headlining]

[His flat expression isn't changing.]

You don't have anything better to do, do you.

[heavyhitter]

Definitely not.

[ She's slowly scraping together a pretty sizable ball, here, and moving on to patting it down as the final touch. Her gaze on Keats is starting to look a lot like aiming, too. ]

[headlining]

[Keats' eyes slowly get very, very wide behind his glasses.]

Don't you dare. W-we can do this another time, alright?