Mingle Log!

[notscrapmetal]

When; July 5th through July 7th!
Rating; G+
Characters; Open to ALL, 4th Wallers and Citizens!
Summary; The celebrations continue, and the Anonymous regime has summoned guests that Citizens might (not) prove very thrilled to see! As opposed to other Fourth Wall events, all visiting characters will have been invited to the City, or they must arrive here of their own will.

Mingle! Explore~!

Log;

There's so much to do and so much to see in this City of cities. From tromping through Xanadu, long walks along the shore, shopping in the Square, hunting in the forest, meeting a contact in the Underground, or getting as many answers as possible at the Welcoming Center how can anyone decide on just one. In three days time so much can be done!

Shops and restaurants are having specials. Happy hour has become happy days in some bars. This is quite the occasion! When the City decides to celebrate, it becomes contagious. Why not smile and strike up a conversation with a stranger? After all, a stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.

Comments

[hischair]

It's alright. It'll be alright, c'mon.

[ Realizing what he's doing, he gives a bracing sniff and loops his arm all the way over a shoulder to drag him into a hug, patting him on the back and hooking Bones in at the waist. His words muffle but carry. ]

We're good.

[medicos]

[ in such an uncharacteristic fashion, he returns the hug, arms going around jim's waist and squeezing him tightly like he's afraid to let go. for the first time since this whole issue rose from the ashes again, bones gets his own confirmation that jim is alive, still alive, and he did save him. it's not just some dumb doctor's foolish fluke. not just his own wishful thinking. and when they get back, jim will be saved, and bones will get to have him for another year, and many more after that.

jim is alive, bones has his best friend back, and they're good. they'll be good.

he sighs, and with one last squeeze, he slowly pulls away from the hug, face pinched. he's either trying to hold back his own emotions by pretending to annoyed or he's just reached his personal quota on feelings and emotions in conversations. ]

[hischair]

[ Jim sinks into the hug whole-heartedly, gathering Bones up as much as he lets himself be held. Whereas there's a part of him that needs to know Spock is safe and alive, he wouldn't ask this of him, the thin line of neediness that comes with caring so much isn't tightrope-walked now but steam-rolled, the scent of food and sweat and something that is delightfully Bones (a slice of home) cheering him up more effectively than duking it out with words ever could. He remembers hugging Sam and how his big brother would scoop him up after a playfight, long arms wrapping all the way around Jim's tiny, shrimpy body. This is no less welcome but he stands on equal ground here, wanting to be the one that his family can run to as much as he looks over his shoulder for them. Maybe he will be in the dark, cold and afraid again someday, but he'll make more of an effort to remember how warm moments like this make him feel and it won't be so bad.

Tactfully, he huffs as Bones schools himself again and glances to the kitchen. He does a genuine double-take. ]

... Did you burn something?

[medicos]

[ that would be the chicken.

he curses and runs. ]

Don't you dare laugh!

[hischair]

[ Rolling his eyes, he follows after him and adopts a distinctly thoughtful, critical tone. ]

What kind of doctor cremates their patients ... ?

[ They'll be alright, all three of them, just like Jim promised. ]