March 13, 1979 - On this day in 1979, Grenada undertook a socialist revolutionary project to uplift the lives of Grenadians: the People's Revolutionary Government led by the New Jewel Movement.
After establishing PRG, Grenadian revolutionary leader Maurice Bishop launched a massive infrastructure development project across Grenada and neighboring islands with the help of Cuba. He also launched literacy missions and implemented women empowerment policies.
The NJM ruled until 1983, when Bishop, along with other ministers, were executed by a firing squad under the order of Deputy Prime Minister Bernard Coard. Their bodies were never found. A week later, the United States invaded the island. [link]
Rules from before: Mistletoe tag game for the holidays, with OCs kissing under one or WIP's version of it! Whether in-world or a modern AU version where mistletoes exist.
It was a quiet winter for the resistance, with many finding it as a time to remember those lost against the Hegemon, or simply victims at the wrong time. But survivors of all backgrounds and species felt solidarity with common cause and hardships. After appropriate rituals and services to fallen humans and aliens, the time to honor the dead transfered to the celebration of their memory and to life continuing.
Music became the brightest mood enhancement with classic ballads mixed with alien instruments with bending tubes and volcanic keyboards with high melodies. The audience opened up and mingled with strangers unimaginable just a generation ago. Hands and tentacles together, solid with viscous, bipedal with centipedal, evolved ape with evolved plasma, and elephant beings treading lightly to not bump into others.
The salad bowl of the universe nestled in a previously abandoned campus as cookies swapped with gelatinous goo, hot drinks with rainbow shifting that colored the untouched walls, and stories told with mirth from David to !Kwazeminon.
Haven tried a bit of everything, being an accidental liaison to the alien world for his insatiable curiosity and fondness for the strange. Awkward at talking, dancing, tasting, but his interest and enjoyment were infectious to a group needing honest kindness. Far from being an extravert, however, he slunk from the loudest commotions and went to the balcony to calm down.
The brisk cold air didn't bother his husky physique, helped with a slightly loosened blue sweater with little animals designs. Haven looked out at the horizon with stretches of land laid barren or sterilized with squirming pulsing structures, then up ahead to a gray sky obscuring the stars. His body drooped and his eyes stared off into forever until a shivering body appeared beside him.
"I hate to break it to you," Reina said wrapping her arms around herself in a yellow and white sweater, "but freezing is something you can do anytime. Not just at parties."
Haven gave a small smile and leaned towards her. "Just wanted a break from people. They're nice, but it gets overwhelming when I'm supposed to be relaxing. You don't need to stay, I'm decomposing."
"You mean decompressing," she grinned. "And I don't mind. Well, I mind the cold. Not everyone is built like a teddy bear. Maybe... Someplace inside that's quieter?"
Haven wiped the fog from his lenses and shook off the snow before following her, going through a hallway and upstairs, with the volume lowering and having a pleasant liveliness filling out the building. He couldn't help enjoy the snowflakes on her black hair appearing as a starry night floating in the earthy realm. Reina grew bolder and grabbed his arm and nearly running, as he clumsily tried to not fall down, leading him to an archway. He looked up to see an alien plant hanging above them, a red cabbage like plant smelling like linden, with a sweet aroma relaxing and heating them up.
Cautious, careful hesitation between them made their hearts beat faster, smiling shyly yet brightly as their faces heated up (and his blushing cheeks hiding nothing). His blue eyes braved to look into her brown eyes, trying to hide a gulp and appear strong, grabbing her waist and craned his neck up to kiss her longingly. Bashful into deepening pleasure as she melted and returned the sensitive response.
They released together in bliss as she fluttered her lashes and his eyes widened, both sharing devious intentions, and they searched for empty rooms laughing like troublemakers. They entered a perfect place and hung up a Do Not Disturb sign followed by a radioactive symbol just to be safe. Quality time spent with others is good for the heart, quality time alone is good for the mind, and quality time with intimacy is good for the soul. Just make sure to eat well and leave milk and cookies for Zerthagnym and his flying red nosed weevils!
i finally had a minute to sit down and continue to reading ACOSF and all i'm gonna say is that i want SJM to not be afraid of killing off characters, but i swear i will revolt if it is nesta or cassian. my girl has been through enough.
"N-No!! Jaemin stop!! I'll kill you if you don't!" Your words didn't have any effect on him, he still kept running.
"Catch me if you can, couch potato."
He grabs the chips packet before you can and escapes through the other side of the kitchen counter. Your efforts to chase him still fell like a waste, and you really need to improve on your running.
He bounces on the couch, remote in his hand, and the packet of chips too. You reach there, out of your breath when he pulls you on the couch and cuddles you.
