Lexie slipped her key card into the door and let herself into the hotel room.  She was grateful that her husband had left her key at the front desk even after she had been paged for two consults and was late meeting him.  “Hey handsome.  You in here?” Lexie called out as she came into the room.  She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her dress bag hanging in the closet along with his suit.  He seemed to have remembered everything from the house, which could be a feat in itself.  “I just need to lay down for like.....two minutes,” she mumbled kicking her shoes off and setting her bag down.  Lexie flopped down onto the bed.  “How was your day?”

who: @forcstfire when: 01 AUG 2018 where: tara

Dawn. The cool, crisp air in Tara welcomed Hyacinth, and his heart jumped happily at the sight of bright orange pumpkin patches sprawled along fields of green. He reached out a hand to touch one of the pumpkins, and it instantly grew from the size of an apple, to the size of a child’s cradle. The Unseelie Court were all iron and snow, and though he was used to that, he must admit all this color truly makes his heart sing. He had arrived early to join in on the mourning song, thinking of his father, and of Caora, and all the other fey he considered heroes. After the song, he simply loitered around, listing in his head which competitions he’d like to try next this year. Lugnasad is a day of true happiness for Hyacinth, a day where he had willed himself to forget every single worry of the past few days and months, a day of true neutrality between the two Courts - a special day, Hyacinth’s favorite holiday.  The rest of the time until noon was spent with him mingling among all the different fey, stopping here and now for a chat, a simple greeting, and talking to his own mother. They stood together as the Queen Tailte was announced, and Hyacinth couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle when Aster was chosen. He’s certain Aster would relish being a royal for this day. His mother, inquiringly, looked up at him to ask what was so funny, and he answered, with a small smile, “Oh, nothing. I work with him, he is going to have a lot of fun today, I am sure. I’m happy he got chosen.” Satisfied with that answer, his mother smiled. It his turn to ask, and he wanted to know if she was going to participate in the games. “Not this year, sweetheart. I’d leave all the fun games to all you young ones. Which ones are you joining in?” Hyacinth bit his lip, deep in thought. He’d tried almost all of the games in the previous years. He’s just doing a rotation of them at this point. “I haven’t gone for running in a while, I’ll go with that. And swimming, though I’m almost certain Frost would just beat me again.” Hyacinth wasn’t very fond of competitions that required him to physically fight someone, such as boxing and wrestling, and during the years he had tried (just for the novelty of it) he had predictably lost. “Archery seems safe enough, Father thought me before when I was young, do you remember?” They talked more about the memory of his father, and with another pang he realized he forgot what he looks like. But he promised he wouldn’t worry for today, so looked up at the sky clearing his mind, and stood there among his kind, Seelie and Unseelie alike. He couldn’t wait for the games to begin. A little past noon and the lanes were, one-by-one, being filled. Runners were taking their position. Hyacinth already anticipated how much this chilly air would nip at his nostrils and burn his lungs after he has completed the track. It would hurt, and he couldn’t wait. He wanted to feel the rush, the wind against his face, his long limbs working their way almost on their own to get him to the finish line.  “Hey, good luck,” he told the person next to him, offering a small polite smile, even when his heart constricted a little at the sight of the Seelie overseer ( his presence reminded him of An Fidchell ). While usually he didn’t care too much if he won or not, he wanted to win this particular one. Every year, Hyacinth chose a “special” competition for that particular year, and this 2018, it happened to be running. He doesn’t really know what his chances are, knowing a little about Forest’s past as a firefighter. If Hyacinth wasn’t mistaken, they would have had training that also included running, perhaps climbing. Forest would be formidable competition. 

Tasked by Shibah with keeping the peace, Cassiel spent most of the event flitting between areas looking out for signs of tension. Like a strict art teacher, the angel procured a smile whenever they made eye contact with anyone, making unpracticed small talk whenever necessary. They kept clear of most of the demons--and some angels--but a few pleasant conversations relaxed them, and a small affirmative nod from Shibah was enough to keep them calm.

They approached a boy who looked vaguely familiar--one of Grace’s friends, they thought, whether from visits to Absolution or prior events. “Do you have enough paint?”

Welcome to CHVRCHES’ eighth event!

This event is our third missive event, which means a little bit of what happens tonight will be assigned to your muse. Luckily, this time around we decided to give y’all a super chill event in light of finals, et cetera, so if your muse can’t make it to the event, it’s alright.

The date stamp for the event is Wednesday, April 26th. Assignments for this event are only considered game canon if you thread them (an exception to usual policies), though we still encourage tackling them in interesting ways. If you have an issue with an assignment, let us know!

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen a man come in with a baby strapped to his chest,” Lucas said as he came into the cafeteria and saw Gianna sitting at a table.  He had dropped something off for Elena, and Allison was in her carrier, against his chest, happily hanging out with her dad.  “Excited for this weekend?” he asked as he sat down across from her.  “Staying out of trouble?”

“Too cool to talk to me now?” Lexie asked Cristina as she moved to stand beside her friend.  “Who are we looking for all the attractive men the Avery Foundation brought in for the weekend, because I am positive I could play match maker for you.  It could even be fun although my husband might not like it,” she shrugged.  “Come on, you really can’t have a bad time at a dinner like this.  Especially you.  How many of these suckers have you won?”

“Oh no.  Please don’t come tell me you came and found me to complain about something,” Jackson teased lightly as Eleanor approached him.  She had been an excellent mentor in the time they had worked together.  He opened his arms to her.  “Tell me how you’ve been?”

Lexie spotted Gabriela in the banquet hall with a glass in her hand.  “Hey.  Having fun yet?” Lexie asked as she approached.  She thought she would have found Josh and Jason with Gabriela, but no such luck.  Eight years had surely changed their relationship, especially now that they were both mother’s and Josh was the godfather to Isabella.  Lexie adored the baby and all the baby snuggles she managed to get when they all spent time together.  It always made Victoria feel so big even though she was only two.  “Your dress is beautiful by the way.”