dualislogs | Baby lately the plans we're making

WHO: Open to all Dualizens
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: Our Crazy Jane's Gallows!
WHEN: January 7-10
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!

Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces - maybe even a few folks without faces - but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in just fine! But for the rest of you, the Head knows this is gonna be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating. Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask (possibly invasive) personal questions and receive results - or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship, whatever works! But don't be too shy - you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

Upon arrival, most will be ushered in by the Admins into the Gallery. Just ignore that large painting on the graffiti wall. Once inside you can begin to mingle and meet your fellow Dualizens, the city has also provided box wine, crackers and cheese as refreshments, a lovely Charcuterie spread laid out for any to sample while looking at the art and mingling.

This month there are two other lovely items for your amusement or horror! First off is a Karaoke machine, how the hell did they pull off getting every song you can think of with lyrics to all? Though, nearly every foul word is replaced with the sound a goose honking, have fun with that! Also, along with your normal note cards of questions you will find blank paper and kiddie packs of crayons. Make some art and leave it behind or leave it for your new friend!

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Will rarely was ever seen out in public, aside from needing to keep himself out of the spotlight, his snuggle therapy business kept him quiet busy, he had high end clients all around the city. Last thing any of them needed to know was their snuggle buddy (and for a little bit more, he'd do a lot more) was one of the Heart's leaders.

A rather intimidating looking young man he was, he considered himself to be devilishly handsome, but that was neither here nor there. He made his way inside, knowing the dangers and yet, here he was. A glass of wine in hand, and nibbling at some cheese. Anyone, no matter which gender, who looked his way would get a flirtatious grin from him almost daring them to come to him. Those who dared might find him leaning into their personal space. "Tell me about yourself, Darling." was the first thing said to anyone who was willing to come into his spiderweb.

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Of course he made his way up to the Karaoke set in time, he had lost his jacket somewhere already, and had his red sleeves rolled up to his arms. Anyone who knew him well, wouldn't have been shocked, but no one really knew him that well. At least he assumed so, so when the piano notes of Tiny Dancer started, he started to sing along with it. Not missing a note, He knew this song to well. Almost lost in it as he sang along with it, not even needing to look at the lyrics.

Edited 2020-01-07 21:44 (UTC)

Hank showed up at the NAPS not to actually participate this time, but he scouts for new faces, sees if he can find someone he didn't see before. Sees if he can find people that are familiar but shouldn't be here. Looks at the art, and considers buying something just to make it look normal that he's here.

Then there's guy, who suddenly leans into his space as he's plucking up some squares of cheese on toothpicks.

"Who, me?"

Yes, you, you fucking moron.

"I'm a Detective with the Dualis PD. I'm just here to help keep an eye out for things. Nothing really bad happens at these events, but you never know who'll take advantage of new people, right? Gotta stay on top of stuff." He puts on his formal smile. Holding his cheese.

"Of course you, darling." He spoke coy-like, stepping a little closer. He thought of Em's silvering hair as he grinned at Hank. Sure he was a man, sure he looked like grizzly Addams but Will had never been picky and there was always something appealing about the rugged look.

"Oh I know who you are, Mr. Anderson." Oh he was going for Matrix there. "Yes, good thing your here to protect us all from ourselves." He added as he leaned in a little more. "Want to walk with me and look over some of the art? I promise to be good."

Protecting people from themselves. Good way to put it. "Well, we tend to be our own worst enemy."

He tries to dismiss his earlier stumble, offering his free, not wine-wielding hand for a quick shake.

"I think I've seen you around."

He doesn't specify where right now. The place might be bugged. But he's thinking at that Heart meeting. He was a little into throwing a giant old-man tantrum about Marie not answering his questions and being cagy, though. Will didn't get as much attention as he deserved.

"That's the gods honest truth, ain't it? I am. I get myself in more trouble than anyone else. But hey, if I can do some good, than I will." He explained as he smiled, returning the shake as it was offered.

"Oh I'm sure you have, I'm the snuggle therapist to the elite here. Which basically means I get paid a lot to lay down with people, pretty sweet gig." Helped with info to. "Maybe sometime you can stop by and we can chat, if you need that kinda thing. A guy like you clearly must have someone special." He mused without a drop of teasing, or fishing. Just a quiet observation and an invitation in case the place was bugged. He doubted it though, if only because their were Admins around.

"That's the most we can ask of anyone." He likes the line, obviously. He still wants reasons to believe in himself, believe in others, and William hits a soft spot right there. Either he's a good cuddle hooker and has the right lines to use, or he's genuinely a tarnished gem.

"Well uh... I didn't for a while, yeah. But you see that guy over there," he points off in the distance to Connor, who generally suits the setting far more than Hank.

"That's my usual 'snuggle therapist'. But um... I don't think he'd mind if I asked for some tips in more private company. That's not near the uh... 'polite' company..." He makes a gesture around them. Because right, the Admins. And he's just dimly aware of the innuendo in the comments that the uncertainty sounds genuine.

The Hangman's Daughter isn't paying attention to the handsome young man in her gallery. She's looking around, frowning deeply and occasionally hugging herself. Tears well in her eyes but never seem to properly fall. She looks at Will with watery brown eyes, her hair hanging limply over her shoulders.

It's her party, and she'll cry if she wants to.

"This isn't what I had in mind," she says sadly. "It's all gone wrong. It shouldn't have happened."

Will's eyes went wide, as all flirty nature melted away and he stepped closer, holding his hands out as if showing he meant no harm, one going into his coat to pull out a clean handkerchief and holding it towards her, he looked younger than her, almost like a teenager barley into manhood.

"Oh, no no, that's no good. What went wrong? How can I help?"

"I didn't see this coming." Instead of accepting the handkerchief she motions to the people around them, mournful but not weeping yet. "This was supposed to be my place. Now it's theirs."

She had guessed she was a target now. She had known she could lose everything. She just didn't realize what she had could be so casually ripped out of her hands.

He kept that respectable distance and nodded slightly. "That's what they do, its their way of reminding us they rule us. Don't cry though, once they clear out we can make this your space again." He offered softly. "They did this to my business last year. All these people in one room. It was hell." He went on to try and offered a comfort.

"How?" she asked helplessly. "How can you make them give it back? They'll just take more." You specifically, as she didn't think she could manage it. She knew they would only get more aggressive, there were a dozen paintings in the gallery proving it.

"It's going to sound really silly, but I combed every inch of the place for cameras and once i was sure it wasn't bugged, I burned a lot of overpowering insense to chase off the smell of all of those people and replaced all of my pillows. Like I said, it sounds silly but it made me feel like I had my power back. They have't returned, they rarely use the same spot twice."

Baby lately the plans we're making

NPC - William McAlister - OTA

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