[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

[st_aff]

None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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Vax'ildan - For Angua

[st_abby]

Vax'ildan wasn't a man of magic by any means other than those he'd borrowed. So when he'd showered and combed the bed snarls out of his long hair and taken the usual twelve minutes to get his armor on that morning, he didn't notice at first what it was that seemed... Different than usual. Something in the air, almost.

Then people started to behave strangely. Pink monstrosity of an inn or no, most of the forced guests were still a little leery or their neighbors. When Vax observed several different pairings of people grabbing at one another with a hunger that had more to do with fucking and less to do with eating, and in full view no less, he knew something wasn't right.

He was well glad to see Angua as he came around one corner of the building - her wolfish senses might read more into this than he could hope to do, and she a trained lady of the law no less. "Thank the gods, you - have you seen all of this pawing going on? It's like everyone's turning into teenagers after too much drink."

Re: Vax'ildan - For Angua

[st_reetwolf]

"I don't need to see it, it's gone right up my nose," she replied absently, not looking around for the moment. Hormones, pheromones, all the 'mones. Not that Angua objected, necessarily. Certainly, 'in public' wasn't the most common place for humans, but... well, she couldn't throw stones. She'd spent most of her first sixteen years of life treating clothing as something 'for company', and wolves tended not to be shy anyway.

Still, for some reason once the scents had hit her nose she'd had to fight off an immediate urge to Change and/or stay in her room until it went away. It was an irrational urge, based in nothing she could remember, which was how she'd ended up sort-of-patrolling instead. (That would teach her instincts to go off for no reason.) "It's most likely magic. Or some god or other, so you might want to hold off on thanking them." At that point she turned to offer Vax a smile, just to show she wasn't exactly worried yet, things could be worse yet somehow. And then... blinked as something twinged on her knee of all places, shook her head slightly, blinked again. Had he always been so attractive? So... "Come here."

For Lindsey

[st_raighttovampire]

Caroline had gotten up early to decorate the already ridiculously romantic hotel cafe with Valentine's decorations that she'd found in one of the storage closets. Shiny paper hearts, streamers, gilded cherubs and more covered the cafe within an hour and even the chef agreed to wear a red chef's coat instead of the usual white one.

But by mid-morning, Valentine's Day bummer had set in. Love was in the air, apparently, and people were hurling themselves at each other. Caroline was cranky, hungry and all too aware that it had been a long time since she'd had a Valentine worth the name. Tyler - right now - was NOT worth it.

Luckily, she could solve one of those problems. Grabbing a carafe of fresh coffee, she headed off to the stables to see if she could trade caffeine for lunch.

Re: For Lindsey

[st_ableandbar]

Valentine's day was just a day for Lindsey, same as most other holidays people liked (or hated) to celebrate. But when he hadn't been able to grab some breakfast without seeing more than one couple pawing at each other like they couldn't get enough, he'd put two and two together to get magic fuckery, and decided to avoid people more than usual for the rest of the day. Horses still had to be fed, watered, and exercised, stalls mucked, though, so locking himself in his room wasn't an option. Finishing up the morning's chores, he'd taken a book and the chicken sandwich the cook had given him earlier to an empty stall, out of sight of anyone coming to see the horses, for a quiet and solitary snack.

Daytime meetings

[st_upidgravity]

Steph got up late, hit the gym for a long workout - she was seriously getting rusty with a month of free food and no crime fighting - and didn't see a single soul until almost noon. When she wandered into the cafe for some food, she stumbled to a literal halt.

Valentine's Day had exploded all over the place. Even the chicken nuggets were heart-shaped. Steph stood, stunned and blinking for a good minute, just trying to process. There was so much Valentine's, she completely missed that she wasn't alone.

[Find Steph anywhere in the hotel, looking continually bemused/amused at the decorations.]

Re: Daytime meetings

[st_andingfast]

"Yeah, I think the most rabid high school pep squad couldn't have screamed 'it's Valentine's!' any louder," Dean said, ambling up to join Steph at a particularly heart-y and ribbony display. "At least there's no posters advertisin' a school dance or whatever." His memories of the sickeningly-high number of high schools he'd attended to eventually not graduate (ultimately getting a half-assed GED a couple years later) all blended together, but the decor seemed about right for that.

Re: Daytime meetings

[st_udious]

Henry had been making notes and trying his very best to ignore the overwhelming amount of pink, lace and hearts. He was doing his best to convince himself that the twisting in his gut was simply that the nuggets had gone off. It was better to think that he was experiencing a minor bout of food poisoning instead that perhaps the overwhelming pseudo-romance of it all was getting to him. It wasn't even a case of him missing his wife overly much. He did, of course. All of this wasn't something Millie would've appreciated. To be quite frank, with all the pink in his room, he was pretty sure that what was going on in the café was just par for the course.

And it was fine. Totally fine. Everything was great.

At that was thrown out the window the moment someone else walked in. What he'd dedicated himself to thinking was indigestion was Decidedly Not. He could feel the heat rushing to his face. Henry swallowed hard, trying to ignore it. That was very much not working. She sparkled. Did she know she sparkled? She was practically radiant.

Re: Daytime meetings

[st_andingtall]

Sam was so busy avoiding his brother, grandfather and younger girls -- in other words, the people he'd rather swallow his own tongue than have a mouthful of theirs -- that he all but ran into Steph as he ducked into the nightclub to see if the source of the contagion was lurking where no one would be for the next eight to ten hours.

To be fair, it was hard to see her through the super-abundant neon pink...everything. "Wow. So this is where glitter goes to die."

Evening - for Vax

[st_upidgravity]

Okay. Oh. Kay.

So.

This place was not just a harmless jail of a resort. No. Apparently it was going to FUCK with them like Ivy in a Mood. Not that Steph was, exactly, all that upset about having, uh, encountered a bunch of hot guys today but a girl liked some warning. Or permission.

She'd be heading for her room when she saw someone in the corridor ahead of her. Deciding it wasn't worth risking it - she turned on her heel and headed for the window. Two minutes later, she was out, up the side of the building and on the roof, leaning against a chimney and safe for the first time today.

She really shouldn't have gotten out of bed today. With her eyes closed, she just listened to the blissful silence and the sound of the wind.

Re: Evening - for Vax

[st_abby]

Fucking hell.

Literally, if he wasn't careful.

He'd been so damned close to the only thing he want- Alright, not the only thing he wanted, not today, but the only thing he wanted that he trusted himself to have. When Vax'ildan had come up to the rooftop and found himself blessedly alone, nestled into a deep fold of shadow, he'd only meant to sit and take a few moments to calm himself in the cool night air before he locked himself away in his room until morning.

It was an intensely disconcerting feeling, to not trust himself. The people he'd unintentionally collided with earlier were all lovely, in their own ways. But he should be a better man than to become so preoccupied with it. He should be stronger than some stupid, primal, animal impulse to bone. And Vax was, was the thing. He'd learned to put himself in check long ago and keep himself there unless it was something he wanted enough to devote himself to it, damn the consequences. He loved Keyleth, and had decided there would be none but her. Yet they'd been apart for hardly a month, and... It wasn't the women he'd had to stop from getting too far into his pants that bothered him. It was how much the day's events had stirred him up and confused him. He was more tempted by the flesh than he should be, even when he hadn't been dosed with whatever sex madness this was, and that troubled him in a way that reached deep.

Not fucking her. Not now. Please. He watched. Silently, uselessly willing her to go away.

Leonard Snart - for Raleigh and Yasmeen

[st_icetomeetyou]

Len and magic wasn't a good mix. Frankly, magic to him meant annoying superheros who decided that they wanted to stop him, or else even more annoying supervillians who thought they were better than Len, and who just needed to be brought down a peg or two. (He's looking at you, Mardon).

But it didn't feel like there was any magic around. In fact, it was the last thing he was thinking of. Before that was how to get out of here because he hated being trapped - there was a reason prison breaks were kind of his thing - followed by 'at least there was regular food' followed by 'has anyone knew arrived I need to worry about'. He wasn't even thinking about what day it was, even though it was all around them. Stupid hotel.

He wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but he happened to glance down and see something, what it was, he wasn't sure, but as he looked up to see what the fuck had just happened, his head swam. What the fuck was going on?

[st_andup]

Raleigh was only a few feet away from the other man, thinking that he should probably find a quiet and safe place to hide when he swore that he felt something hit him. Not really hard but just enough to make him pause as he looked down at his chest with a confused frown. Had someone thrown something at him to try getting his attention?

Still frowning, he looked up and around even as a pleasant heat started to slide through his veins. Really, he should have recognized it for what it was but he wasn't really paying attention to himself yet.

Instead, he looked over the room until he spied the confused looking man nearby...and made eye contact.

Ignis - for Yasmeen, Vax, and OTA - in the kitchens, naturally

[st_eadfast]

When one lived one's life relying on the four senses other than sight, one became sensitive to atmosphere, but it still took a few hours before Ignis realized that something was very different about the hotel. Perhaps it was because he had, as usual, woken up at or before dawn and made his way to the kitchens to prepare for everyone else to wake up wanting breakfast. Or wake up wanting lunch. Or what have you. But as the other residents of the Inn started to wake up and move around, Ignis noticed that the sounds were quite a bit different. Thumps in different places, moans and noises rather than quiet conversation-buzz. Bluntly rather fleshy noises.

It was... disconcerting. Not embarrassing, no - while his own life had always been too busy and separate to allow distraction, he'd spent enough time with others whose lives and personalities allowed for such to have learned how to politely ignore. Still, it was private lives apparently being played out in public areas, and 'disconcerting' was a good word.

Still, the habits he'd learned as a youth stood him in good stead again. Walk around the couples, politely ignore the goings-on, make small adjustments to ensure their lives would be easier during the times they came up for air. Sandwiches, cut vegetables, and cut fruit suitable to be eaten quickly or left for 'later'. Soup that could be reheated without damaging the flavor. And plenty of coffee, though that was largely for him, because that was one pleasure he could have.

Re: Ignis - for Yasmeen, Vax, and OTA - in the kitchens, naturally

[st_abby]

Vax both knew the rather quiet, bespectacled man who had taken to working in the kitchen, and didn't, in that way that you came to know the various shopkeepers in your home town. It was his own shit manners really, their little pink purgatory small enough that he ought to have exchanged better than barest pleasantries with one of the very few here who seemed concerned with keeping people fed in something other than chicken. He should've asked the fellow's name by now, at least.

But today of all days, he thought a bit grimly against the aggressive cacophony of heart shapes and babies wielding bows about the space, was not the day to get overly chummy.

He was going to have a bite, and then get out again, before anything had the opportunity to get weird as it had with Angua.

"Pardon, friend," he directed at the chef. "Someone's beat me to the last of those sandwiches you had going. Any chance there's more back there?"

Qui-Gon Jinn - safe space - OTA

[st_illness]

It would have taken someone very nearly Force-blind to miss the general and specific upsurge in desire in the Inn even after only a few hours of daylight. Very likely most Jedi Masters would have shaken their heads in dismay at the blatant invitation to the Dark Side (as they saw it), or have tried to uncover the reasons for it.

Qui-Gon Jinn had no such objections; he was past that sort of thing himself for the most part, but even in his youth he'd considered 'Jedi are forbidden to take lovers' as a stunningly stupid prohibition. Regardless of whether or not celibacy was the best way for a Jedi to live (and he felt he could argue either side there), flat prohibitions were challenges rather than deterrents.

So he simply collected various foodstuffs, as well as a tea tray (Miss Williams's drink of choice had become his after not much time at all) and took them out onto a patio. There he sat in a fairly comfortable chair and meditated, doing his best to project peace and calm in that small area. You cannot touch me or anyone here, he said. Move along.

Re: Qui-Gon Jinn - safe space - OTA

[st_reyofsunshine]

Rey had a strange feeling.

She had felt this strange feeling for almost a month now. It was as if everything around her was slightly different than it had been before -- as if everything had been dismantled in the night and suddenly, hastily put back together.

Rey wasn't sure what to think of it. She wrote in her journal. She exercised. She tried to find anything to distract herself from that weird, uneasy feeling that seemed to follow her everywhere.

And then the feeling was stronger. Stronger than it had been before. And instead of trying to distract herself from it, this time she followed it. Down the hall, through the foyer, and out to the patio, where she saw a man sitting, quite comfortably.

And instantly, Rey knew what it was that she felt.

"You," she said, the word unintentionally coming out as an accusation. "You're using the Force!"

Lindsey - for Dean

[st_ableandbar]

After Caroline crossed that thin red line between bloodlust and lust, Lindsey had saddled one of the horses and gone for a ride out toward the mountain. The problem was there were too many possible explanations for this kind of magical effect, and countering them wasn't something Lindsey simply had at his fingertips. Trying to puzzle it out gave his brain something to do as he rode, and he almost lost track of time until his stomach reminded him he'd been interrupted mid-sandwich and hadn't eaten since.

He hadn't ridden hard, but Lindsey still let Arete wander back toward the stables at his own pace. Better for the horse to cool down, and hungry or not Lindsey wasn't looking forward to being around people just yet. He could stand to take his time.He'd just finished removing the last of the tack and was turning back to the horse when he heard someone coming toward the paddock.

Re: Lindsey - for Dean

[st_andingfast]

"Hey, dude," Dean called cheerfully enough. He hadn't seen the stable guy yet, no, but there was a stable guy, he knew. All things considered, he'd had worse days, but love spells could get really out of hand really quickly, especially when they were strong. And this one was strong, even if the effects didn't last long per hit so far.

The stables needed to be investigated, because who'd think of casting a love spell from there? Stables were where horses shit on things! That made it the perfect place. So Dean just started poking around, looking for familiar trappings of magic.

Buffy for Alex and Sam

[st_accato]

Buffy hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary besides the fact that Valentine's Day sucked. Too many memories of Angel and too many couples apparently at the hotel. Or maybe it was just that she noticed it more on this day. Which meant that what she needed was to throw off extra energy or you know exhaust herself so that she didn't notice all the stupid couples in the stupid overly romantic hotel on stupid Valentine's Day.

She headed toward the gym.

Re: Buffy for Alex and Sam

[st_rikeback]

Alex was feeling Ginny's loss keenly and it wasn't until he realized the date that he understood why. They were never big on doing things for Valentine's Day but thoughts of love always lingered back to her no matter the date. Like when he first arrive, Alex thought hitting something would be a good idea so he headed toward the gym. He wasn't surprised to see that Buffy was already there.

"Feel like doing a couple of rounds?" She was surprisingly good for her age and her size. Alex sometimes had to work a bit harder than he usually did. Not that he'd admit to that.

Buffy for Dean, Rebekah and Carlos

[st_accato]

She was so going to kill Amy or Ethan or some evil witch or misguided idiot. Really whoever had done the love spell and after running into Alex and Sam, Buffy had no doubts that was what the hell was going on at the hotel.

This called for a witch hunt - well not literally but one just the same so she sent a message to Dean to come find her outside near the hiking trails. Buffy assumed that was a safe place away from anyone that might be affected (or infected) by the spell. She was staying far and clear from any place that might have a lot of people gathered. At least until she could figure out how to find the witch without getting caught up in it.

Re: Buffy for Dean, Rebekah and Carlos

[st_andingfast]

Outside by the hiking trails was a good place to meet, Dean had to admit, if only because hanging around inside the Inn was a pretty good way to get hit by whatever was going around. And one thing he already knew: getting hit once didn't mean you were immune in future. You could get hit over and over. And yeah, that was fun, but it kind of interrupted the hunter groove.

So yeah, fewer people fewer hits seemed reasonable.

He didn't jog up even when he saw Buffy at their meetup spot. He kept walking normally, but he did wave and call out, "Hey!" while he closed the distance to make sure he was in no way sneaking.

Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_udious]

After the overwhelming and unmitigated disaster of lunch, Henry was absolutely certain he was not only never going to be able to look Stephanie in the eye again (especially as now his mind initially supplied "Sparkles" instead of her name,) but it was going to be ages before he could set foot in the café. Inside wasn't safe. Inside was where everything good in the world went to die.

Alright, maybe that was a tad overdramatic.

Outside had to be safe, right?

He and his notes found a nice spot in the garden. Surely outside he'd be able to see if someone cast something on him again. Or perhaps whatever or whoever was responsible would lose interest in him having accosted him already. He never wanted to smell roses again. At all. Ever.

Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_eadiesthefour]

Constance had mostly become used to not thinking most of the people here were going about in various states of undress, although she hadn't gone so far as to wear such immodest things herself. And she, mostly, enjoyed how much more forward people were in their interactions. But even in the garrison, people knew to take certain, umm, activities to more private places, and today it seemed she couldn't walk into a room without seeing people being more affectionate than near strangers should be.

Perhaps a walk. She left the cafe, a breeze tugging sharply at one of her curls as she entered the grounds, and felt a flush at the memory of walking in on people kissing passionately, their cups of coffee forgotten. She fanned herself with one of her gloves and walked a little more slowly, examining the flowers she passed.

Molly for Snow and Vax'ildan

[st_eampunk]

Being an empath sucked hardcore. It was a good thing that Molly had her shields on red alert, otherwise she'd succumb to the feelings that skittered along her nerve endings. It was manageable but damn she'd be glad when people got their hormones in check. Valentine's seemed to bring it out in lonely people stuck in a hotel. Which she totally got.

Hoping to hide for a bit, Molly glanced in the bar and noticed not that many people there at the moment, so she quickly made her way to the stool at the end of the bar and grabbed a beer to nurse while she stuck to the shadows.

Re: Molly for Snow and Vax'ildan

[st_abby]

Molly. He'd been headed directly for the bar to find a bottle of something to squirrel away in his room with. He wasn't a champion drinker by any means, but today he could use something strong to rinse his mouth and soothe his nerves. But Molly... She might know more about whatever in all the hells was happening here. Or how to guard against it.

Vax turned once he'd spotted her, deciding it was safe as it could get with so few people in the bar, and smiled softly as he took a stool beside her. "Promise I'm not here to go all hands on you," he reassured her. He'd endured enough of that already. "I only wanted to ask if you and your magic are faring any better than the rest of us."

Molly for Sam

[st_eampunk]

Molly couldn't believe that she hadn't realized that something was off. Her only excuse was that the time at the hotel had been a fairly easy road and her 'spidey sense' hadn't been tingling even with Flash's disappearance. It wasn't until lust knocked hard at her shields that she realized that it was like what she felt when she was around Thomas and other White Court. Which meant that there was a White Court at the hotel. That was not good at all!

They weren't dangerous like the Red Court or Denarians but in some ways they were even more dangerous because they were tricky as hell. Not Sidhe tricky but manipulative that they had your panties in a wad (no pun intended) before you realized it. The only person that she trusted to go on the hunt with her was Sam so she'd sent him a message to meet her. It wasn't that she didn't trust Carlos but she was still feeling her way around Warden Ramirez and if it turned out to be a connection to Thomas, Molly wanted to be meet them first. She knew it wasn't Thomas because she'd asked the guy behind the registration desk and he didn't have a record of a Raith. Which thank God because that meant that Lara wasn't there either.

Re: Molly for Sam

[st_andingtall]

Molly's message caught up with him when he'd gotten fed up with the awkward, random groping and headed for his room for a break. He debated whether or not to answer it, because on the one hand, Molly. And on the other hand, Molly. He'd kick himself if they groped each other accidentally, same as he would with Rebekah, but he couldn't partner with Dean unless he wanted to risk tonsil hockey with his brother, and he wasn't making much progress by himself.

He sighed, washed his face, offered up a not her, please not her and then brushed his teeth just in case. Still minty fresh, he showed up where Molly wanted to meet and led with, "If my hands end up anywhere they shouldn't, punch me, and I'm sorry in advance." But he smiled when he said it, because as soon as he saw her, he knew it wouldn't matter. If they ended up against a wall somewhere, they'd deal with it and it would be fine. Or maybe they'd just go with it.

Dot - For Dean

[st_oh_honestly]

Dot was making cookies and little cakes at the bakery area in the Copper Cafe, it seemed seasonally appropriate and people seemed to be looking for chocolate and sweets. She'd actually chocolate dipped some strawberries after someone had asked about them.

She was busy, and trying not to think about Hugh, so she didn't notice at first that there was quite a bit of public displays of affection happening.

She really didn't notice when she was clipped by a love dart. Though the next person to ask for a baked good might notice.

Re: Dot - For Dean

[st_andingfast]

Going near people was a risk, and going into the crazy-decorated more-pink-than-usual Copper Cafe felt like another one, but Dean Winchester could never resist the siren call of baked goods. There were tiny cakes, and after eating one he had to say to the old-timey-looking chick who'd probably made them, "These're great. I've eaten cake all over the place, and these're definitely top ten."

Jack Robinson - For River S and Phryne

[st_illunsung]

As days went, this one easily rivaled Gotham City for weird, at least as far as Jack's experience went. The public displays were... unseemly. At least thus far no one had been hurt, or at least no one had reported hurt. And there was blessedly little fighting. So really, as far as unseemly displays went, he could think of several worse.

As little as he enjoyed the prospect, it was still important that he was out and visible, in case someone did need help. And, if there was a findable culprit, it was worth investigating.

Re: Jack Robinson - For River S and Phryne

[st_everybodylives]

It depended on your definition of culprit to decide if River Song was of interest. Generally speaking, she was mad, bad and dangerous to know and in this particular melee of PDAs she was clearly enjoying herself.

Both the spectacle and the occasional snog.

So anyone looking for suspicious people, might find her obvious enjoyment of the situation and not altogether hidden voyeuristic amusement a little suspicious.

You know, if the law wanted to investigate.

Sam - for Angua, Lydia and Lindsey

[st_andingtall]

Since the first hearts appeared and definitely since the first unlikely couple he'd run across, Sam had been avoiding Dean, Henry, Snow, River and Sansa--the people he would rather rip out his own tongue than plant an unwanted kiss on. Or even a wanted kiss.

Add mysterious desire surges to 'I hate parties' and he was one miserable Winchester. So he was doing what miserable Winchesters were best at: brooding while trying to track down the source. Which, inevitably and unfortunately, meant that wherever the latest kissing spree was, Sam arrived shortly after.

Sometimes not after enough. Like now. He suppressed a groan at the glazed look he was being given. Here we go again.

Re: Sam - for Angua, Lydia and Lindsey

[st_ableandbar]

After a couple of incidents, Lindsey had to admit the stables weren't as aphrodisiac free as he would like, and he had given blood today. He'd go in and out quickly, hit up the kitchen for something he could take back to his room. Avoid people as much as possible. As plans went, it sucked, but it was what he had right then.

Hearing muffled moans up ahead, he slipped through the nearest door, a shiver running down his spine as he closed the door behind him. A close call, that was all. Looking up, he found himself in the gift shop, and more importantly, not alone. How had he not noticed how broad Sam's shoulders were before? Lindsey was generally more observant than that.

He noticed now, though.

Rebekah

[st_arcrossed]

Rebekah hated magic. She couldn't be sure who or what was behind the events of the day but it definitely had the stain of magic written all over it and for that she thought someone deserved to be punched. Or worse. The only problem was that she didn't always feel like hitting people when she got around them. She had already kissed a couple of people and she could feel her control fraying a little more each time as the hours ticked on.

Standing outside by the pool, she stood there as she tried to will herself into being immune against any more random kisses happening. It was a toss up whether it would work or not.

Re: Rebekah

[captaincorsair]

Between the ignominious kiss in the kitchens (that had, both amusingly and sadly, reminded her of trying to bed Scarsdale) and watching Raleigh get his mouth all over Cold (since when was he interested in men?) and Stephanie (a younger version of his best friend's wife?), Yasmeen had had more than enough of this day. The light, barely there musk in the air would probably drive her mad if she locked herself in her room until whatever this was cleared, so she did the only thing she imagined could possibly help and went outside.

Immediately, her gaze lit on the blonde who'd been bedding Regina in Gotham, and Yasmeen breathed out through her nose. She'd meant to reacquaint them and see if she'd come from Gotham (Yasmeen thought not) before now, especially since the vampire needed to feed and that could be dangerous for those who preferred their own company. Still, if she'd been a caracal, instead of a human with caracal genetics, her ears would've laid flat against her skull as she approached her.

"Rebekah."

Sansa

[st_arkunderitall]

Sansa had no idea what was going on but she was fairly certain that nearly everyone had lost their mind in one way or another. At first, she hadn't thought much about it. Seeing a pair of people kiss was nothing new to her but seeing them nearly go further was shocking. When it started occurring at an alarming rate, Sansa knew there was something wrong but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Eventually, it was enough to send her scurrying from the main part of the hotel with color high in her cheeks. One person had looked at her with a look in their eyes that made her nervous and shy all at the same time. She was glad that she didn't stick around to see what would happen next.

Her plan was to make it to her room where she could lock herself in until things calmed down. Unless someone got in her way, of course.

[Let me know if your person is struck or you want Sansa hit. I'm game for either.]

Re: Sansa

[st_everybodylives]

River was rather enjoying whatever was going on, she thrived on a little bit of chaos and she'd never been what anyone would call modest or shy. So far she hadn't been hit by whatever insanity seemed to be making people... amorous, but she was certainly enjoying the effects.

The young woman looked both shocked and titillated and River who was wandering aimlessly in one of the gardens couldn't help but chuckle. It was perfectly audible to the other woman if she was paying attention and wanted to hear.

Wyatt - for Phryne

[st_rayed]

Wyatt had a lot to think about after his time spent with Kitty. Some of it was hard to face and admit to himself but that wouldn't stop him from doing it. His concentration wasn't much on his surroundings as he headed toward the cafe to get some coffee.

Re: Wyatt - for Phryne

[st_illunsmeared]

Ordinarily Phryne would be enjoying the permissive atmosphere of the day, even if the decoration was a little too earnest for her taste. She certainly appreciated the lack of tsking, scolding, and turned up noses (although it did make her miss Aunt Prudence). In that respect, the future proved congenial.

But in another, the respect that seemed to have unleashed her gentlemanly inspector's liberal sentiments, it was anything but. Still, she kept her expression pleasant and her lipstick perfect while she investigated the compulsion he and River Song had apparently been under.

Lara - for Kitty

[st_ormchaser]

What a day. Lara counted her blessings that whatever was going around had passed her by - she'd felt no urges to jump on anyone, and no one had tried to jump on her. Her gratitude was more fervent for the second part, given that her reactions to being jumped on by anyone were likely to involve possibly-lethal violence.

Of course, she'd kept to herself as soon as she realized that Something was going on, until it was time to go to the Night Club for her bartending shift. With Kitty, who was for her one of the safest people in the Inn. She at least knew where the fault lines in Lara tended to be.

Oddly, it wasn't a very busy night. Valentine's was ordinarily a packed sort of night, full of couples drinking, toasting each other, enjoying a night on the town. This year, though... yes, it was actually understandable. Those who weren't sick of the day's shenanigans had already retired to privacy, and those who were had simply retired. After an hour or two straight of no customers at all, she and Kitty agreed that closing early was a good idea. Not least because it would allow them to hide away in private, too, Lara thought.

Re: Lara - for Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Up to her elbows in soapy water, Kitty shot a grateful glance at Lara. They worked together well and without a lot of awkward chatter. They talked, and even gossiped sometimes, but they didn't bother with small talk, and they moved easily in and out of each other's space, almost a dance, but more like...fighting together. Partners. Kitty could easily avoid collisions and sometimes did when she knew the other person wasn't going to notice, but with Lara, she never had to.

It helped, too, that Lara knew about her. Kitty moved more honestly around her, which probably sounded like nonsense when she said out loud (which she didn't), but it felt perfectly sensible. Logan would understand.

In retrospect, that was probably why she said, "So. Guess what happened this morning?" because if anyone would get how she could be happy Wyatt kissed her and glad they weren't jumping into anything, it would be Lara. At the time, when she said it, she suddenly felt flushed, and her gaze fell on Lara's mouth. Wow. It was happening again. Like with Shan. Maybe that attraction wasn't a one-off.