[OPEN] Curfew Mingling Log

[etcircenses]

Who| All residents of the Tribute Center
What| The curfew is now in effect.
Where| Each floor of the Tribute Center.
When| 11pm-7am
Warnings/Notes| Each floor will get a log to mingle. Locate yours below and have at it!

Over the past couple of days, tributes may have noticed increased activity and discussion between Peacekeepers and that Escorts may have appeared to be on edge. Any attempts by tributes to discover what is happening are quickly shut down, but in the end they don't have long to wait for an answer.

As of today, Tributes will be told via Peacekeeper, Escort, or one of the notices now hung up around the Tribute Centre, the following order:

Mandatory Tribute Curfew

11pm - 7am

For the safety of citizens and Tributes a curfew is now in effect for all tributes. Between the hours listed above, all Tributes must report to and remain within their designated district suites. Any Tributes who fail to return to or are discovered outside their assigned floor between these hours will face disciplinary action.


You didn't think it had escaped the Capitol's notice how many of your little acts of rebellion occurred after dark, did you?

The time is now 11pm.  Do you know where your District mates are?  Time to check in and mingle with the people you live with.  Have fun, everyone!

Comments

[pythianjudgment]

Terezi makes a soft oof sound when Albert deposits her on the couch. Then the snarly and wiggling commences again until she manages to wiggle her way out of the blanket. The process ends up rolling her onto the floor, but she doesn't seem too bothered by it. Instead, she lunges at Albert's legs with a particularly ~fearsome~ snarl, aiming to take him out at the knees.

It's probably a good thing that the floor is carpeted, just in case.

[silberfuchs]

At the sudden and unexpected attack, Albert lets out a supremely undignified squawk and goes toppling down in a heap on the carpet. The resulting impact has him groaning, but it's the amused sort of groan that leaves spaces in between for laughter to bubble up.

"I've been hit, I'm down," he flops his arms out, akimbo on either side. "I am vanquished."

[pythianjudgment]

Albert goes down like a wild hoofbeast in the grasslands, and Terezi cackles like the fiend she is. He flops his arms out at his sides, and that's only invitation for her to flop her own self across his stomach, laying claim to her prize.

"The mighty dragon will now feast on the unwitting sacrifice that has been provided for her." And by feast, she of course means she's going to attempt to tickle the shit out of his stomach. Are you ticklish, Albert? She hopes so.

[silberfuchs]

He gives a soft 'oof' at being sprawled on and a chuckle at her attempts to tickle him. He is ticklish, just only in certain places and his stomach and sides aren't numbered among them. Still, this sort of behavior behooves retaliation and so he grabs her and starts tickling back, fingers waggling along her sides in the knowledge that people who go for tickling tend to be ticklish themselves.

"Looks like the 'unwitting sacrifice' is not so unwitting after all! It was a trap!"

[pythianjudgment]

The manner in which Terezi lets out a shriek of humorous dismay makes it clear that Albert's assumptions were right. She is extremely ticklish, and she squirms violently, trying to pull out of his grasp and away from his tickling.

"Traitor! Fiend! Betrayal! Stop, stop, stop!" She continues to shriek and squirm, making a ridiculous amount of noise for after curfew hours.

[silberfuchs]

He doesn't let up right away, waiting until she's gasping before he withdraws and sits up on the floor, short hair poofing out at strange angles for all the squirming and a broad grin across his face. "Had enough?"

[pythianjudgment]

"You," she emphasizes between gasping breaths, "are a terrible person." Terezi sits up and shoves him back--maybe a little harder than strictly necessary, but she's still only playing around. Her stomach hurts from laughing, and he's probably lucky she didn't kick him in the face.

"Once we are done building this blanket fort, you are barred from admittance! That is your punishment. You can sit outside the fort and think about what you've done."

[silberfuchs]

"Actually I think I get along quite well at personhood." He falls back on his butt, laughter edging silently around his expression and mingling with an upswell of familial affection for Terezi. She's trying so hard to cope and appearing to succeed. He finds he's actually quite proud of her.

"But if you're going to be so exclusive about entry, perhaps I'll protest your fort. I'll sit outside with a sign that reads 'Terezi's reign of terror must end! Blanket forts are for the community!'"