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Save Our Earth Mods ([personal profile] ourearth) wrote in [community profile] saveourearth2018-09-02 08:34 pm

Let's proudly not melt, shall we? [Mingle]

Date: 31.8-9.9.2018

Characters: Open


With the end of the eternal summer heat in sight, the last gasp of summer festivities start in Mossgate. The first signs come when the flag above the town hall showing the town coat of arms is removed and replaced with the bright and beautiful pride flag. Anticipation is high in the LGBT+ areas of town, and the traditional pride pre-parties take place in the LGBT+ venues on Friday and Saturday nights. Bunting starts to go up along the main streets of town, and volunteers are gathered for meetings and rehearsals. Any latecomers who still wish to volunteer are invited to turn up and make themselves known at this point (especially anyone with a valid first aid certificate!)

Pride officially opens on Sunday, with special free walking tours of the notable LGBT+ venues and sights around town twice a day, as well as open lectures at the universities featuring such topics as “Defining ourselves: deconstructing LGBT+ labels” and “Not just Stonewall: a brief history of LGBT+ activism”. Interested parties can sign up online using the local theatre's website, where they will also be able to browse the special LGBT+ program for the week (which, unfortunately, is not free, but those volunteering at any point over the week will be provided with two free tickets as one of their perks – either to be used alone for two events, or with a companion for one). The twice monthly LGBT+ book club is holding a special taster event on Wednesday evening, and the comic store is also holding special events each evening, focusing on a different LGBT+ character or author each night. Some of the religious institutions in the town are holding special LGBT affirmative services, and some are also holding drop in sessions. The RSPCA holds a pride themed dog show. Certain beauty stores, hair salons and barbers are holding trans-friendly sessions and workshops, some outside of normal working hours (although some are only accessible by signing up in advance). During the evening, there will be LGBT+ pub quizzes and special LGBT+ events up and down the high street. And, of course, plenty of other stores will also be taking advantage of the pink pound and the locals will notice the sudden influx of rainbow products, especially in the touristy shops along the beach front.

The main event is the pride parade, held from 11AM on Saturday, starting at the town hall, progressing along the main beach front road and ending up at the Green from around 2PM. It's a massive event, equal to Brighton or Manchester, with plenty of floats and sponsors. All along the parade route, flags, bunting and ribbons float in the sea breeze and barriers have been placed to keep the audience from getting under the feet of the walkers, dancers, prancers and stompers that will make up a part of the parade's diverse make-up. The parade itself is made up of an interesting mix of local businesses and big name sponsors; the local walking society walking behind Absolut vodka, the WI walking ahead of Skittles, and the local scouts being proceeded by Stonewall and followed by the Conservative Party.

There is one unforeseen thing happening this year though that will be throwing everyone into a tizzy for a bit: In between the last security check and the head of the pride parade arriving at the spot outside the town museum, someone has managed to sneak a giant cake in the way of the parade. The parade will come to an abrupt stop for almost half an hour while rumours run wild about the reason for which the parade has stopped, ranging from a terrorist attack to a romantic proposal. Eventually, the cake turns out to be entirely harmless, is removed and the parade continues. But news of it spread soon, and it is moved to a square where people are allowed to take pictures with it. It is, of course, heavily advised against trying to eat from it. Just that it doesn't explode doesn't mean that it meets food safety standards...

The Green has once again been set up with stalls for sponsors and local businesses, including charities like the RSPCA and the Samaritans. Those out for freebies won't be disappointed, with stickers, badges and sweets being handed out left, right and centre, especially by the representations of political parties who are doing their best to build some trust back up with the population. The local reproductive health centre also has a stand, handing out condoms, dental dams, and advice.

A dance area and a DJ have been set up around the bandstand, and with several bars having build temporary extensions, the party will go on well into the night, although the parade officially ends at nightfall, when there is a fireworks display. After the fireworks, the Green is temporary cleared, and after it reopens, only those with ID proving themselves to be 18 are allowed back inside. There is, however, an alternative, alcohol free party held in the town hall for any ages.

Pride officially concludes on Sunday evening with the Kings and Queens ball, an extension by tradition that is held in the Hive. With the bar cleared out to make a second dance floor, there is a flamboyant tie dress code, (as long as it's smart and fabulous, you'll be welcomed), and while tickets generally sell out months in advance, Alexander keeps a few to one side for late comers, and volunteers are (again) provided with two as part of their package. When the bell finally tolls at 2AM, and the last partygoers are sent home, Mossgate will return to it's usual, quiet self (but the glitter will take some time to clean up completely).


[ooc: Eating from the cake will give characters a plot echo. It will also make them high and give them indigestion the next day.]
italicised: (Parasol)

[personal profile] italicised 2018-09-02 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I Preperation

As one of the main sponsors of Mossgate Pride (well, technically the Hive is), Alexander has his finger in all of the Pride pies, and he can be seen out and about even more than normal. He can be caught at most of the volunteering meetings (and certainly all the ones that take place at the Hive), and for once he's got his business hat on rather than his party hat. He actually manages to only bring up relevant problems, and not side track! As an experienced member of the team, he's one of the ones that people will point to if newer volunteers need help, since he's also one of the ones who will make time for people, even when time is not really on their side.

II Parade

The Hive, of course, has it's own, beautifully decorated float near the front of the parade, on which Alexander sits on a throne, surrounded by all of his beautiful barmen. This year, he has a parasol to protect himself from the sun, brought a couple of weeks ago in preparation for the sun that is finally starting to give up a little. There are also several on foot around the float, giving out vouchers for the Hive liberally. When the parade comes to a halt, Alexander holds court for a moment, and then clambers down, making his way to the front so he can find out what's happening. When he sees the cause of the delay, it's enough to shock his delicate disposition. "Now, darling, of all the protests I've seen that has to be the strangest." He comments to the next person over. "Stone throwers and name callers I've dealt with, but bakers is a new one!"


III Kings and Queens

The ball is traditionally Alexander's time to actually relax and enjoy himself, and as soon as the decorations are up on Sunday morning, he officially relieves himself from duty. He has to - he needs all the time he can get to get ready. He's not one to go full drag (not that he hasn't in the past, he enjoys men's fashion more), but that doesn't mean that his costume is any less elaborate, from his embroidered tailcoat to his bedazzled fan, and all the way up to his silk top hat. He looks quite at home as he swans around the dance floor, greeting old and new friends alike and checking in on the volunteers that have had to put up with him over the week. Anyone who hasn't come with a dance partner who happens to cross his path when a new song begins might find themselves greeted with a bow and the offer of a hand enclosed in a delicate lace glove. "Care to dance, my blossom?"
Edited 2018-09-02 19:40 (UTC)
iamnotgod: A man, holding a folder in one hand and gesturing with the other, looking off to the right. (And WHAT Is This?)

II!

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-04 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Walter's compromise to himself had been to walk alongside the Parade, without getting in their way, having to run (and thus drawing attention to his own Numbered abilities), or otherwise 'getting in trouble'.

The cake surprise is enough to draw him to the front as well, however.

"Is it supposed to be a protest or a gift, though? In any case," he continues, looking over at the increasingly-noisy crowd with some nervousness.

"They certainly have a sense of timing."
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

III

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-04 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadie is so glad that the...ill effects of the cake yesterday had worn off in time for the ball. She had been looking forward all week to the ball and had gone out and brought herself a dress especially for it.

She had been skirting around the edge of the dancefloor when Alexander approaches. Sadie blushes and stutters, "Er, I-I don't know how to, um, d-dance."
iamnotgod: A man, hands up at chest level, staring left and down (In The Dark)

OTA for Walter! CW for suicide.

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-05 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
During Pride Week: Tech Guru on ship!

Because there are always some sites that crash last minute, or tourists with reservations who swear they've handled things legitimately but can't get a word in with those in charge of the parade, or any number of things that mean this man is needed on hand, right quick.

Sometimes even in person.

Saturday Evening (Closed to Jim; PM me if you have ideas, though!)

In terms of 'sudden, inexplicable phenomena', the cake very much wasn't the same thing as the Northern lights, but something about it just kept nagging at him...

Hopefully, he thought, making his way to the plaza that evening after the festivities had retreated, I can take a better look at it alone-

"HEY, YOU!"

"Dammit," he muttered. He'd been seen - by a motley bunch of teens, but he very much couldn't run away without raising more of a fuss out of them.

"Come help us test this thing! We wanna see how it tastes!" One of them - a girl, dark blonde hair - shouted. All four teens looked like the humidity had gotten to them.

"Didn't you lot already hear the warnings?" But then, some people just didn't have these things sink it; it wasn't too abnormal.

One of the two guys - tall, dark hair, wearing shades over his eyes - wasn't looking all that patient.

"Aw, you just don't have the balls-"

Walter opened his mouth, already deciding that clearly a more blunt approach was needed-

And then that hollow feeling hit, and he wasn't listening to any of them at all. He wasn't here, watching these strangers urge him to make a stupid decision-

He wasn't anywhere, but he was watching-

There was a girl, lying on her keyboard in front of her webcam, covered in blood.

'Dont feel bad, mum' she'd said.


Walter took off running; not towards the teens, not towards the cake, not towards anything; just away.

All four teens stared after him, jaws dropped.
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[personal profile] italicised 2018-09-05 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can lead as well, I promise." Alexander offers with a laugh, defying some people's expectations of him. Well, he was a private school kid, and while he could get away with dancing the female side when it was just his school, when they partnered up with the girl's boarding school from across town he had to dance lead. "All you'll have to do is follow where I guide you, cupcake. If you would like to." His smile has a softer edge to it. He's not going to force anyone to dance who doesn't want to.
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[personal profile] italicised 2018-09-05 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Alexander glances over at Walter, but only for a moment. "I suppose it could be a gift..." Ah yes, these are the days when gifts at pride might actually be gifts and not some sort of disguised goodness-knows-what. One day he might lose that suspicious side, but it was his survival mechanism for so long that it's probably inbuilt by this point. "Although, one wonders what kind of person's idea of a gift is one that brings the parade to a screeching halt.

"... And how did they get it here?" He wonders out loud. "The route was clear last night when we put up the barriers."
iamnotgod: A man, staring down and left, looking unimpressed and/or concentrating. (*Really?*)

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-05 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"The only thing I'd be willing to rule out is an airdrop - but we can double-check with the local Base for that," Walter volunteers.

Well, what he'd really be willing to rule out is teleportation, but that sounds too similar to everything else weird that's happened to the Numbered lately; a wry remark on something that seems outright impossible could get someone in trouble down the line.
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[personal profile] italicised 2018-09-07 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
"That seems like the only possible way to get something this big through." Well, aside from crazy stupid things like teleportation, but that doesn't exist so he doesn't want to think about it. "Still, I suppose the bigger problem for now is how to get it out of the way." He glances over at where some of the other organisers are talking to the police. At least, for now, this probably isn't his concern.
iamnotgod: Black and white picture of a man looking up and off to the right. (What Even Is This?)

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-07 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"A crane, maybe. Or two, if we're really extending that sense of timing to not dropping things."

Walter taps the ground with one foot, stops, then shakes his head.

"No one has word on if the road beyond is clear?"

They could just go around - if everyone here could be trusted not to make off with some of that cake, common sense or no.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-07 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadie glances back out at the dancefloor before looking Alexander in the eyes and taking his offered hand. "I'd-I'd like that."Once out on the dancefloor, Sadie can't but continually glance down at her feet as Alexander guides her around other couples and through the moves.

She is clearly not relaxed at all for this dance.
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[personal profile] blueskying 2018-09-07 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The Unitarian Universalists are here with banners and umbrellas against the late summer sun. They're not as big as some of the other denominations here - in Mossgate there are just more options than in a lot of other towns where Sky has lived - but they're certainly present. UU's had Pride on its calendar for decades. The assistant minister, who's been here a lot longer than Sky, has taken advantage of the occasion to wear her headpiece of widely branching antlers, decorated today with little multicolored streamers. Bless her, she takes every possible opportunity to wear those antlers, and is instantly recognizable at most events.

After the parade itself, before everyone's dispersed, the assistant minister confiscates a piece of the cake from one of the younger members. Sky's not sure how they managed to get it, but he can hear in their sense a kind of guilty tension. He's been getting used to the whole sensing thing. Being around people he knows helps, somehow they're easier to interpret and it's less distracting. Right now though, there's the question of the mystery cake.

"Have you heard of the numb tongue test? After you've smelled something and it doesn't smell terrible -" there is a pause and a passing under noses, and a ruling of Not Terrible - "Then you take a tiny amount onto the tip of your tongue for several seconds and spit it out. If it makes you go numb or tingles or anything like that, it's definitely not good."

Sky's people look at him. He endeavors to seem surprised and hurt for a second, then grins. "I have the least to lose, but I hope if it's poisoned you all will take me to the hospital," he jokes. "I'd avoid the outer layer of the frosting, we don't know how long this was out..."

Unable to back out now he accepts a plastic spoon, clasping its handle between two hooks. Sky's congregants lean in expectantly as he calves off a crumb and a little blot of the inner icing and holds the sample in his mouth. He considers it thoughtfully and then feels the increasingly familiar sense of his insides falling away, his heart beating in a hollow place... his eyes widen and he pulls the spoon away, sample uneaten. The sudden concern he can hear makes him shake his head, try and pull out of it.

"I don't know. I wouldn't eat it, but I wouldn't anyway -" this provokes some snorts or smiles, Sky's adherence to a low-sugar diet is known - "and I can't stop anyone who wants to give it a try." He doesn't want to cause alarm, and it's not like this has been harmful, so far. Disconcerting, maybe.

There's a new weight at his waist that came with that taste. Something's been crammed into the fanny pack/'bum bag' he buckled on today and he doesn't want anyone to get concerned. It's going to take a bit before the unnerved sense changes to something he's familiar with from certain parts of his misspent youth.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-08 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
During the Week (OTA)

Unlike most of her peers, Sadie does not spend Pride relaxing. Instead, in exchange for having both Saturday and Sunday off to enjoy the parade and ball to its fullest, Sadie is out every day in her RSPCA blue t-shirt doing various tasks for the organisation. On Monday and Thursday, Sadie is out and about in the town centre handing out flyers and chatting with members of the public about the RSPCA and the events they have organised throughout the week. Tuesday and Friday, she is at the RSPCA building itself, accompanied by her two kittens, Amber and Tigger, to help oversee the Open Day where members of the public are allowed to meet the animals in their care and hopefully give some of the lovely creatures a new home.

Finally, on Wednesday, Sadie is helping to coordinate the Pride-themed dog show, an event that has turned out to be far more popular than anticipated by her managers.
Despite all the work, anyone that approaches her is sure to receive a smile and a kind word, and even a bit of a chat if she isn't too busy at the time.

The Ball A(Closed to Ben)

Sadie fidgets nervously with her bi-colour striped alice band and tugs the hem of her dress as she hovers by the door. She wanted to look nice for the ball but now it was especially important everything was perfect seeing as she'd invited Ben as her Plus One. Who should be arriving any minute...

The Ball B (OTA)

Sadie was taking a bit of a breather off to the side, the Ball was in full swing and she had been dancing for a while, as evidenced by how flushed her cheeks currently are.

"The music's been so great this evening!"
iamnotgod: A man, sitting and possibly smiling. (Awkward Smile)

Hitting up that first OTA!

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-08 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
On a rare moment where he remembers he is in fact human, and that despite his enhanced capabilities he does still need to take breaks, he follows the crowd to the RSPCA building.

Not being there to adopt, however (his and Russell's flat doesn't have that much room, and with Numbers shenanigans it's not looking to be a stable place in the near or distant future), he stays along the walls, enjoying the AC and letting the noises of happy animals meeting future owners calm him.

He'll wave if - or rather when! - he catches Sadie's eye.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-09 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Sadie waves back and, after she's finished directing the family she was talking to, walks up to Walter and gives him a hug.

"Hey Walter, good to see you here! Looking for a new family member?"
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[personal profile] tobodlygo 2018-09-09 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I.
Jim's here, he's queer and he's actually almost dying in the heat. Why the fuck did he think that the suit and blazer combo would be the best idea for this day, specifically? He's so close to just stripping down to his tanktop underneath but that would ruin the Image.

The shirt he wears is a ridiculously charming Ice-lolly print, paired with a tweed blazer and trouser pair with a chunky blue, pink and purple tie done in the traditional Windsor. He's a mess of badly paired colour, mostly because he can be, and because he completely forgot that this was happening until his phone told him this morning.

He's having a great time following the parade, so that's where you'll find him.

II.
He's lying on his back on the grass of the common looking up at the sky through pink-tinted sunglasses.

The blazer jacket is off, lying beneath him as he's starfished out as wide as he can go, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He's inches away from kicking over a plate of the cake that he totally didn't steal when the organizers weren't looking. He's so floaty right now.

Like... fuck, that's grass!

Holy shit, can you imagine grass?

He decides he needs a drink, and instead of being anywhere near subtle about it, he just speaks his number in a mumble, out loud, to ask any of his fellow network-mates if they would so kindly mind bringing him one.

He might be openly leaking from the eyes by the time someone gets to him.
tobodlygo: (beat em up)

Re: OTA for Walter! CW for suicide.

[personal profile] tobodlygo 2018-09-09 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It didn't take much for Walter's blind run to catch Jim's eye from where he was in the green. He'd wanted to take a closer look at the cake, but there was a whole crowd of people milling about it.

When a blur head off at such a speed though, he sees. Walter isn't one to act so rashly, something must've happened to him. He doesn't bother asking the teens what happened, as they don't seem to have any clue whatsoever.

Jim takes off after his friend, managing to catch him as he runs into the public bathroom stalls.

"Walter? Hey, Walt?"
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-09 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
A little while after Sky partakes in a mouthful of the cake he is approached by a very giggly teenager who is staring in wide-eyed fascination at his hook.

"How'd your hand turn into a coat hook?!" Someone has clearly had a bit more cake than Sky.
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Ball A

[personal profile] warped_replica 2018-09-09 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Benjiro does his best to be punctual, but this time he is a couple minutes late as he approaches at a brisk walk only to slow and merge into the crowd of arrivals for the Ball. His minor detour to use a few pink pounds had been planned, but not anticipated as requiring quite so much thought and indecision on his part. Scanning through the crowd, he spots Sadie and lifts an arm to wave while the other keeps curled around his back. Separating from the flow, he moves over to where Sadie has been waiting. For the event, he’s dressed in a semi-formal suit of neutral tones with grey, white, and black decorated by a far more colorful tie that tries to capture the majesty of galaxies in space. The suit had been bought in anticipation of interviews by his parents, but with his own choice of tie, it seemed like it would serve well for the grand finale of the week at Sadie’s side.

Offering a bow of his head and shoulders, he straightens as his words drift momentarily when he gets a good look at Sadie in her dress, “Sorry, Sadie I...I-I got a little behind.” Flushing faintly over his cheeks under his black face mask, he recovers as well as he can, “That dress looks beautiful on you.”
Edited 2018-09-09 13:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-09 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Walter sighs, though it's more a gentle huff, as he pulls back from the hug.

"I'm afraid not, at least not at this time. It's really a matter of room."

He glances around the space again.

"Not that I don't wish I could. The plushie's been getting much love, though."
iamnotgod: Shade Over Face (What Did You Do To Me?)

Re: OTA for Walter! CW for suicide.

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-09 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
On the one hand, it's just one memory.

On the other hand, it's looping over and over because who iswas is was she why did I let her die who were those bastards WHY DIDN'T I SAY ANYTHING-

All that, at computer-levels processing speeds.

Yeah, he's not okay.

He's not even making any sounds, by the time Jim catches up to him; he's just curled up into as much of a ball-like shape as possible, in the stall furthest from the door.

Walter can't say whether or not he's crying; all he can see is that one girl who livestreamed her own death.

Still, Jim's calling manages to get through, and something in him won't let Walter ignore his friend.

"I- Jim, I-" His throat is raw - had he been screaming, or is it just dry all of a sudden? - and his voice is more of a squeak.

He lapses back into silence.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-09 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadie waves back when she spots Ben signalling her through the crowd. She would be forgiven for staring somewhat as Ben makes his way towards her. The muted colours of the suit and the cut of the waistcoat and blazer, do wonders to frame his shoulders and torso. The colours complimenting his skin tone and hair made even more impactful by the burst of colour that was his tie.

"No worries, I was stuck in traffic so I haven't been here for long." She smiles, although that drops slightly in shock at his comment on her dress. In a blink, her cheeks start to blaze with a rosy-red blush. "T-thank you." She stutters, "You look handsome in your suit too."
tobodlygo: (beat em up)

Re: OTA for Walter! CW for suicide.

[personal profile] tobodlygo 2018-09-09 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Well shit. Jim’s never seen Walter like this, even though he’s only really known him well for the past two months or so. Fuck. Fuck, okay. He remembers having to deal with panic attacks back in the fleet Airforce, he knows this, needs to give walter something to focus on in the here and now.

He remebers one time, very specifically when another cadet panicked when his best friend was in the midst of one and just went stright in for a kiss. Jim looks at Walter now and can’t deny he’s tempted, but damn if he’s not more romantic than having his first kiss with someone in a dingy bathroom stall like this.

So instead, Jim moves to sit up next to the wall as close as he can get to Walter. He says nothing, but he does sling his arm around his friend, his warm palm an anchor to whatever’s happening now, a suggestion of movement to get him to try and get in close. He’ll wait for now, wait until Walter makes any movement until he starts speaking.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2018-09-09 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a shame, but I'm glad the plushie is getting lots of attention."

She grins, "So you can't adopt but...do you want to meet some of our residents?"
iamnotgod: A man, hands up at chest level, staring left and down (In The Dark)

Re: OTA for Walter! CW for suicide.

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-09 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
If he were able to distance himself from the situation at all, Walter would say that he looked like too much of a mess to kiss at the time anyway.

The contact is a surprise, but apart from the initial flinch-and-gasp he doesn't make any motion to shoo Jim away.

There's a high-pitched whine going on, and for a second he thinks it's the lights before he realizes that's him and stops.

Hands are curled into fists, those fists pressed against his forehead, the sense of blood continues to overwhelm him, the taunting words of everyone in that chatroom (except for GreenAngel - and really, wasn't that person only making a token effort? 'nooooooo dont-') both swirling around him and somehow perfectly visible and straight.

He leans into Jim after a moment, just breathing. He hiccups.
iamnotgod: A man, smiling and holding a book. (When He Smiles.)

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-09-09 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wouldn't be fair to just let her sit on top of the cupboard or something..."

Walter nods. "As long as that's allowed - but then, you're the one who works here!"

Well, volunteers, but details.

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