They say you don't really wanna fall in love

[lucetimods]

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

Don't forget to add your tag to the log in this format: [fandom] character name

Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

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[Cliff | 11th-16th]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff, admittedly, never paid attention to Terran holidays-- Valentine's Day included. As a New Feather, he also doesn't notice anything particularly unusual either... except that, perhaps, some people might be more touchy-feely than usual.

He can be found at various places throughout the week! The barracks are a good bet, since the facilities there are more to his tastes than other places in the village, although he has taken to playing with the various programs in the Battle Dome. The item shop and the clothes shop also have his attention-- clothes in his size can be hard to find, and he realized that he wanted to have a snappy outfit just in case something comes up.

...if he's found in the grocery, steer him out of there. The man is a terrible cook!]

(ooc: though he's already got big plans for this event, Cliff is still open for silly shenanigans. He is mostly going to be attracted to snarkers of all kinds, but especially the dark and handsome/pretty type. He's also not above flirtations if the situation calls for it.)

[Cliff | 11th-16th]

[etherealblast]

[For Fayt's sanity and his stomach, he had more or less taken over what cooking needed to be done in the apartment they had taken up residence in. So when he spots Cliff in the grocery, it's enough to draw him over pretty quick, wary of the possible results.

Cliff's uncanny ability to ruin most foods he attempted to make kind of did that.]

Hey.

[aerialassault]

[Although cooking wasn't exactly his thing, there was only so long that a man could pound on punching bags, scope the area, and hang out in the bar before it got boring. Cliff needed something to do with his hands!]

Hey. 'Sup, Fayt.

[etherealblast]

[This is why there are other things you can make. Things that might not give people food poisoning or total their MP.]

Just taking a walk. You?

[aerialassault]

Eh. Just lookin' around.

[With intent to buy. he liked that spicy cake okay??]

It might be a cool way to pass the time, with how snowy it's been. We have heat, but... man this place is quiet!

[etherealblast]

[He was probably the only one.

And that was why Fayt was running interference.]

Cooking isn't going to keep you occupied for long in a place like this.

[Cliff was right about how quiet it was, though... it was too quiet, for everything the village was.]

[aerialassault]

Nah, but it's something.

[He shrugged.]

Besides, ya never know when a hot chick's gonna show up. She might even want dinner. And man, is there a few around here!

[etherealblast]

[Well, he couldn't exactly disagree there.... But he didn't think they'd be very impressed by Cliff's brand of cooking.]

There's a pretty good restaurant in the square. Why not go there?

[aerialassault]

[The ladies would be impressed alright...

...okay, probably not in the way that he'd like, but that wouldn't stop Cliff from trying.]

That ain't as fun and you know it.

[etherealblast]

[Too bad it seemed like Fayt's attempts to help were backfiring.]

It might be more fun for them, you never know.

[...Seriously.]

[aerialassault]

At that little place they go to every day?

[Please, bro. Cliff continued his debate over whether there really was any difference between the boxes of dried noodles on the shelves.]

[etherealblast]

Well, you would have more time for the rest of the date, you know?

[....Maybe he should attempt to teach Cliff how to cook before he made someone seriously ill.]

[aerialassault]

Time to do what again?

[He had his own ideas, but he wasn't going to let himself get distracted. He had his duties, and they came first in this strange little black hold of a village.]

[etherealblast]

Time to hang out. [And do stuff that isn't poisoning your hypothetical date.]

[aerialassault]

With nothing to do? Relaxing can only get you so far with a girl.

Unless...

[etherealblast]

Unless what?

[aerialassault]

We get a ping pong table.

[etherealblast]

A ping pong table?

[aerialassault]

Yea. So we can laugh when those little balls go flying off the ceiling and walls while we're hanging out.

[etherealblast]

[That gets a bit of a laugh out of him.]

That's an idea. Wonder where we could find one.

[aerialassault]

Don't worry 'bout that. We can make one if we can't find one.

[shockwaveswirl]

[Here's another who has no clue abut Terran holidays! Albel has taken note of - and eyerolled or suppressed the urge to gag over - the immense increase of affection around town, but he's not too concerned about it. Someone said something about some insipid holiday, and that's enough explanation for him. He's just trying to stay out of the way of all this... this... cheerfulness. That crap might be contagious.

And so, here he is, just chilling out at the barracks as well. There aren't as many people around here, at least. It's quiet.

Or it was, until suddenly there is a Cliff Fittir approaching.]

You.

[aerialassault]

[Behold! A wild Albel Nox!

Albel was the last person that Cliff expected to see in the barracks that afternoon. It was as much a place to work off energy as it was to chat, he found-- and not a typical haunt.

However, he cracked a grin. There was always room for something new.]

Yo. Surprise, surprise, you decided to come.

[shockwaveswirl]

[Eyeroll. Typical answer. Where there would normally be some kind of glower to go along with the eyeroll, though, there's just a slight spark of amusement in his eyes.]

I'm full of surprises, fool. [Snark time.] Hard to understand when you're as predictable as you are.

[aerialassault]

[He snorted, similarly amused by the banter. Normally they'd be baiting eachother at this point, but the words were oddly amusing.]

Who're you callin' predictable? That's like a pot sayin' to a kettle 'hey, you're black!'

[He couldn't help but grin at his own joke.]

Ya got any other surprises?