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MINI-EVENT: CODA - IC EVENT LOG

Mini-Event - Coda

Mid-April, you receive two formal invitations. They arrive separately in two distinct envelopes and do not appear to be precisely related.
◎ The first is from Solvunn, signed and sealed by the Solvunn Council. It informs the reader that on April 18th, Josselyn Creed's fate will be publicly carried out according to Solvunn's traditions with the Old Gods. The location is in neutral territory, a safe distance from the Singularity's crater. The Council expresses deep regret for the actions of one of their own and invites you to attend as an observer if you wish to find closure. Portals are provided. The proceedings will be in the morning.

◎ The second is from your respective faction. The letter is less solemn and invites you to attend a weekend gala on April 21st - 23rd. It acknowledges that recent times have been difficult and that faction officials and locals wish to repay the Summoned for their contributions. Portals to each location are provided.
Divine Judgment
In the weeks leading up to Josselyn Creed's execution, many of you were allowed to question Josselyn. Now that you've received the answers you're seeking - as much as you were able to - officials have granted you the chance to gain some closure and witness her execution.

The factions will warn the Summoned that Solvunn does not take angering the Gods lightly. Her death will not be quick and will likely be sacrificial. They advise anyone who may not have the stomach for it to remain home and enjoy the festivities at the end of the week.

Attending her execution is optional and open to all. New arrivals are welcome to watch...though they may not want to. All characters may skip this portion of the event.

Participants of Event #12 are still welcome to speak to Josselyn. This section will close on April 30th.
Last Rites
CW: Disturbing imagery, animal death, ritualistic sacrifice, body horror.

So that all can attend, Solvunn will perform Josselyn's last rites in neutral territory. Anyone who attended the Peace Summit last year will recognize the area, though the colorful tents are gone. In their place are some plain stone benches and a temporary altar. Thick mists roll into the valley, bringing a chill to the air. As you arrive, you see Solvunn mages instructing volunteers to right certain stones as the last touches are added. Present to represent the other two factions are Jolene Sybell of Thorne and Reva Hym of the Free Cities.

The stones are arranged in spiraling circles, with twelve arches that span them. Carved into the ground beneath the arches are each of the Major Arcana. Find your matching Arcana and leave an offering if you want. You're told the gesture will appease the gods and ensure the "cleansing" is successful.

The Moon, Josselyn Creed's Arcana, has been carved into the center stone. If you share her Arcana or are The Emperor or Justice, Solvunn mages will approach and ask you to write your name in charcoal into the stone. If you bear any of the other signs, you can also do so, but you won't be asked directly.
Preparation
Soon, a hush falls over the crowd as Isar Hart comes forward with a black sheep in tow. Several Solvunn Elders flank the sheep as it's placed before the altar. They paint large winding lines and runes on its wool and face. Winifred Bordeaux turns to the crowd. She states that the wrongs born of the commune are always made right by Solvunn's hands and seeks forgiveness. The gods may cast judgment as they see fit.

Mages begin a haunting chant in an ancient tongue. With a large bone knife, Winifred kneels next to the sheep and slices its throat. As warm blood flows over the ground, it fills each etched Arcana sigil. The sigils glow a faint red upon contact, and the grass around them withers and blackens. Once fully drained, the Elders carefully skin the sheep. Its organs are placed in jars as it is hollowed out. With the skin removed, the Elders lay it on the altar and declare that those who stray from the gods must be brought back into the fold.

One of the stones vibrates, releasing Josselyn Creed into the hands of waiting Elders. As she's dragged to the altar's center, she decries Solvunn for being blind, accusing them of turning away from the truth. The old ways have long stopped serving them, she declares. The Old Gods are no longer listening.
Penance
Holding her in place, Rowan March places the skin of the black sheep upon her. The wool stretches outward to envelop her limbs, covering every part of her in the pelt and muffling her shouts. As each bone bends and snaps loudly in the silence to take the form of a sheep, her body collapses with anguished cries. Finally, a mass of quivering wool and human sinew is left, the sheep's face ajar on her broken skull.

The chanting reaches a crescendo, then stops abruptly. The mist thickens, swirling towards the altar. Your surroundings darken. From the gloom comes a massive bird-like silhouette. Its enormous wings shadow the sky, blocking out the sun. Though the figure's form is obscured, the dozens of vultures that descend are visible - and so is the feast that ensues.

Through the fog and shadow, you glimpse blood and flesh tearing. Slowly, the mist begins to clear as each bird takes its fill. The silhouette above withdraws. What remains before you is a pile of bones picked clean...and the recognizable head of Josselyn Creed beneath the sheep's mask, the only part of her uneaten.
Immolation
The Council allows all in attendance to confirm Josselyn's identity and her fate, ensuring that the factions and the Summoned are satisfied with the outcome. A ritual fire lights up on the altar. Her head is placed in first by one of the Elders.

The rest of her bones are in the sheepskin. No blood or flesh remains. The pelt is startlingly clean for such a gory display. You're invited to paint your Arcana on a bone and place the bone into the fire as a gesture to the gods that you've accepted the punishment they chose for her.

The atmosphere is solemn. Winifred offers her thanks on behalf of the Council for allowing Solvunn to make amends for Josseyn's misdeeds. They deeply regret this was necessary but promise they'll take steps to ensure it never happens again.

A few remain to watch her bones finish burning. You may join them if you like or return home at once. A harsh silence fills the ceremonial grounds as you step through the portal.

Weekend Gala
Several days after the execution, the cities prepare for the feast and gala. On the day of, portals will open up in the main hub of each city: Castle Thorne in Thorne, the Primary Settlement in Solvunn, and Cadens in the Free Cities.

You're welcome to arrive on the first day or skip the speeches and arrive on the second day for the main dinner and event. Everyone will be sent home on the third day (April 23rd), though the factions would be happy if you'd like to volunteer to clean up and take down decorations before you go. Not to worry if you'd rather go home - they have plenty of staff and locals for the job.

Each city will provide a place for you to stay for the weekend. They'll choose their best inns for you, except Solvunn. Solvunn will offer a comfortable communal tent for all attendees to share.
Thorne (Hayle)
The first evening, the King and Queen will gather guests into a grand hall at Hayle University. The King formally welcomes and expresses Thorne's gratitude for everyone's safe return. He heralds the Summoned and those involved in the terrible incident for their fortitude and bravery. The Queen follows afterward, adding that she is glad justice has been served and that they can be assured Josselyn Creed can never harm anyone again. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave and promises Thorne will always serve those who are steadfast in their loyalty.

In a rare moment, Ambrose Rhett and the Duchess, Anastasia Rhett, can be spotted standing side by side in the background. Jolene Sybell is also present. Ambrose, however, will not be seen past the welcoming speech, returning to the Castle after.
Gifts
As a resident of Thorne, you'll receive a gift bag containing:
◎ A sweet dream potion that grants the user happy dreams and a good night's sleep. A basic spell, these potions were made by schoolchildren in Hayle as a thank-you gift for the Summoned. The custom label on each bottle has your name handwritten and decorated by the kids. If you're known around the Castle, it might contain a drawing that represents your reputation - for example, a flower if you have a green thumb. They've been told a bit about the Summoned by officials and their teachers.

◎ A jade turtle that, when placed in a bowl or pool of water, is enchanted to swim around. A novel decorative piece that calls back to the giant sea turtle which came to aid you and your friends on Thorne's shores.

◎ A soothing galaxy orb that displays the starry night sky within. When placed in front of some light, it'll cast a pretty sparkle over your surroundings.
Surroundings
Located far north, Hayle is most famous for its beautiful crystalline architecture. The weather is warmer now that spring has arrived, but relatively cool with temperatures dipping at night. Vast mountains are in the distance for a breathtaking view.

Hayle bustles with vibrant energy and a diverse population. Where Castle Thorne closely follows the formal traditions of the nobility and traditional Academic Magic, Hayle is trendier with innovative spellwork, the newest designs in fashion, and a vast library of knowledge.
◎ Arcana Deck Exhibit
Expensive custom-crafted Arcana decks are under glass cases like fine jewels. One notable attraction is an exhibit displaying one-of-a-kind decks designed by famous artists or enchanted by renowned mages in Thorne's history. Some boast intricately painted designs and real gold, while others use precious gems embedded in the cards themselves. One preserved deck is carved entirely on pinewood.

◎ Boutiques
Boutiques sell tailored clothes and fine jewelry that include Arcana-inspired accessories. Luxury magical tools are also available such as gold scales for weighing potion ingredients. Some bookshops specialize in signed or antique copies. The contents are nothing special, but editions are considered collectibles. Though most aren't for sale except to the wealthiest individuals, you're free to look.

◎ Makeover & Performers
Street performers occupy every corner around Hayle: stories told through illusions, musician-less instruments, and juggling acts that incorporate impressive balls of colorful light. You can get your portrait drawn by an enchanted paintbrush or volunteer for one of the illusionists to give you a temporary "makeover." The makeover will grant you one or more features of your choosing that will last 24 hours: a new hair or eye color (including unnatural shades!), translucent illusory wings (they won't get in the way), or decorative nails.

Personal shopping and styling assistance is also offered by Lenore and Natasha Romanoff.
Banquet
The banquet takes place on the second evening, held in Hayle University's finest ballroom. Decorations are delicate and elegant. The chandelier above drips with crystals and gold.

Although you'll have an assigned seat to start with, there's no need to stay where you are. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
◎ Food & Drink
A formal multi-course dinner will be served throughout the night. The wine flows freely and food is abundant. Thorne is known for its exquisite cuisine, and Hayle is no different. With the harsh winter over and farmlands slowly recovering from the attack last summer, the nation is no longer struggling as much with supplies. Dishes include stuffed duck, delicate fish, rare nutty cheeses, soup, and plenty of cakes and biscuits.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and magic shows. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! If you're not good at what you do, the citizens won't boo you off the stage, but you'll feel an awkward atmosphere begin to build, and word might spread about your act. The nobility in Thorne has exacting standards and a penchant for gossip.

Musical performances include original compositions on the violin and piano by Lestat de Lioncourt and elvish songs by Elrond, while Lord John Grey will recite some poetry and music. Magical displays include illusory lights featuring the Arcana signs by Istredd, flashy divination magicks channeled through a tarot deck by Urianger, and a light-based display of intricate mandalas Stephen Strange - whose third eye may be glimpsed beneath his hood when he casts his Eldritch magic.

◎ Night's End
The banquet runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A carriage will be waiting to take you back to your inn. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Castle Thorne through the portal.
Free Cities (Libertas)
The first evening, the Prime Minister will gather guests by the mosaic sculpture in the Willow Memorial Park. Prime Minister Marlo expresses her gratitude for everyone's safe return and apologizes for the atrocities that occurred under her watch. The bravery and fortitude of those involved will be remembered. Fortunately, justice has found those responsible, and the city can begin to march forward. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave, promising that her government will make sure nothing like this ever happens again to its people. The Summoned are, of course, people of the Free Cities regardless of where they came from.

Quilleth Kaur takes the stand afterward, addressing the tragedy that struck Libertas not long ago and personally thanking the Summoned for their help in rescuing survivors and rebuilding the city. This includes the construction of the park itself, led by two of the Free Cities' longest Summoned residents. She bids everyone to enjoy the festivities. They deserve to relax and feast after a harrowing experience.
Gifts
As a resident of the Free Cities, you'll receive a gift basket containing:
Tickets to a special comeback show by one of Libertas' most famous acrobatic troupes - their first since the city's destruction. The envelope includes a letter which addresses you by name and thanks you for your help. If you've made an impression on the citizens of Libertas, the letter will mention noteworthy things you've contributed, such as volunteer efforts or donations. The tickets grant you the best seats in the house and a free drink during intermission. Performances are held throughout April and May, so you'll have plenty of time to attend.

◎ A kazoo, best used to annoy your friends or heckle anyone you find disagreeable, though beware that the people of Libertas won't hesitate to brawl on the street over insults.

◎ Luxurious bath crystal balls that fizzle and give the water a beautiful shimmer. Infused with medicinal properties, they'll alleviate aching muscles and lingering pains.
Surroundings
Located far south, Libertas is most famous for its subversive attitude and colorful architecture. With winter on the way out, the weather is warm but not scorching hot as it can be in the summer. Rare spring rains have caused flowers to bloom and sprout around the desert.

Libertas is diverse and lax in social norms. Where Cadens boasts the best research and technology, Libertas' focus is on advancements in free thought, art, and knowledge. Following the art walk not long ago and the long-term portal to Libertas, some of these attitudes have filtered into Cadens.
◎ Artist Alleys
The collapse of the city's buildings has caused street art to greatly flourish. Winding alleyways between homes and shops contain paintings, written poetry on the walls, and musical performances. Sculptor Axn Kade, famous for his pieces made of reclaimed metal and his activism for mining safety, has added a new sculpture to the city's streets. The plaque contains a dedication to the Summoned who helped clean up the mining equipment a few months ago, having used the scrap metal gathered during that process.

◎ Gambling Halls & Brews
Rejecting government oversight, Libertas is home to several gambling halls of all types. If you have the money, you're sure to find a spot to suit you. Beware of loan sharks and play at your own risk. Taverns around Libertas are rowdy. They often have an open floor for art performances, poetry readings, and philosophical debates. Always open to new ideas, many places in Libertas host tastings for brews created using innovative flavors and techniques.

◎ Market Square
Though not as large as Aquila's market, the Libertas market square is still a sprawling maze. Anyone with something to sell will have squeezed a table or a stall into the area. Enterprising merchants will give you a demonstration of some of their products, most powered by New Magic: a comb that changes your hair color upon use, eye drops that give your irises an enchanting colorful glow, and disposable crystal accessories that take on the illusion of precious jewels for a short period - invented to undermine the value of gems. Any changes to your appearance are temporary, lasting 24 hours.

Before the feast, simple dance lessons are available from Caitlyn Kiramman.
Garden Feast
The feast takes place on the second evening, held at the Willow Memorial Park. Glowing orbs of light have been hung from the willow trees while vases made by a local potter feature flowers from the park's wildflower meadows. More details about the park are available under Locales for Libertas.

Provided by Viktor (and Jayce Talis), the center of the garden contains a revolving armillary sphere modeled after the astronomy of Abraxas, casting an atmospheric starry light over the area.

To start with, you'll pull your table number from a hat to receive your "assigned" seat, but there's no need to stay there all night. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
◎ Food & Drink
An eclectic array of dishes line a large table at the park's center. Help yourself to what you like in any order. No one will bother you if you start with dessert! Wine, ales, and hard liquors are as plentiful as the food. Dishes include grilled fish and pork, dips and spreads, puddings, sweetbread, cakes, and seasonal fruits common to the desert climate, such as figs and oranges.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and poetry. Artists have been invited to unveil new pieces or showcase old favorites. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! Performers won't be judged on talent so much as passion. As long as you're creative and genuinely enjoy your craft, you'll have the support of the locals.

Jaskier will put on a lute performance, including a ballad of Spyndlveiss containing themes related to the recent disappearances. Diana Prince will recite a short portion of The Iliad, in both Ancient Greek and common. A "blade dancing" display using a painted stave by Obi-wan Kenobi will take place, as well. Finally, Hilda Goneril will draw and paint quick "fashion sketches" to commemorate everyone's style - available to both small groups and individuals.

◎ Night's End
The feast runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A wagon is available to bring you back to your inn, but most locals prefer to walk, creating a drunken parade of people through the streets while singing cheerfully. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Cadens through the portal.
Solvunn (Primary Settlement)
The first evening, the two remaining members of the Council, along with Isar Hart, address the gathered, apologizing for the sheep who strayed from their flock. They're especially disappointed with the heretical actions of a trusted community member, whose name they will no longer acknowledge. The gods have cast their judgment, and now the community can come together to heal. The Council promises the newly formed Summoned Conclave that they are vital members of the commune and that Solvunn is here to aid them in whatever they need.

Isar Hart reiterates that his position on the Council is temporary until the seat can be filled, though the Council does not give a date for when this might occur.
Gifts
As a member of the Solvunn Commune, you'll receive a gift bag containing:
◎ A clay mug, handmade by children in the settlements. Each mug is customized for the individual based on what the children have managed to learn about you, painted with what they believe to be your favorite colors, flowers, patterns, or animals. How accurate the kids are about you varies depending on your interactions with them, but they've tried their best. The bottom of the mug is signed by the child who made it for you. If you run into them afterward, they might ask if you like your mug.

◎ Thick and comfortable knitted socks made from the wool of Isar Hart's sheep farm.

◎ A few sachets of herbal teas to help you get a good night's rest and restore your energy. A small thank-you note accompanies the teas, signed by Lorelai and Esmond, who are grateful for the chance to return home.
Surroundings
The southernmost of the settlements, the Secondary Settlement boasts vast sprawling farmlands and a beautiful shoreline overlooking the ocean. Skies are sunny and clear throughout the gathering. Wildflowers bloom across the flat plains, orchards are starting to bear fruit, and fish are plentiful once more.

The Secondary Settlement is sparsely populated but maintains a tight-knit community. Where the Primary Settlement is a hub for schooling, craftspeople, and artisans, the Secondary Settlement is focused on agriculture and livestock: sheep, goats, horses, and fields of crops fill the area. Many families take pride in supplying the commune with produce and materials like wool, eggs, milk, and grains.
◎ Farms & Livestock
Farms are open with fences solely to keep out any predators or pests. You're free to visit the fields and orchards. Pick apricots and cherries, pet the sheep, play with the baby goats, and gather eggs for the evening's potluck. Isar Hart will be pleased to show you his prized black sheep, whose majestic horns are greatly admired. Smaller gardens filled with flowers and herbs are also available to explore. If you'd like to put together bouquets for the evening or make flower wreaths to decorate, you can help yourself. Finally, you can fish to your heart's content in the nearby pond. Bring your catch to dinner!

◎ Shrines
After recent events, shrines around the Secondary Settlement are full of offerings to appease the gods and seek guidance. These offerings consist of animal bones, harvested fruit, and wine. You can add to the shrines if you like or simply visit them. Many shrines hum with magical energy and all previous signs of corruption over the past few weeks have faded. You can ask for blessings of health, luck, or abundance for yourself or others.

◎ Neighborly Help
Although Solvunn doesn't place much emphasis on extravagance, the evening's affair is an important one. They'd like to look their best. Members of the commune are all around the settlement to give you a hand to get ready. You can have someone style or braid your hair with ribbons, color it with natural dyes, or lend you some clothes and accessories if you don't have any. You can help them in return, as well. They're also happy to trade items with you.

Louis de Pointe du Lac will temporarily alter your clothes or appearance for the night using illusory magic.
Potluck
The potluck takes place on the second evening, held outdoors in one of the Secondary Settlement's spring meadows. Decorations are rustic and simple, consisting of fresh flowers and candles.

Mud-clay sculptures and masks are available from Nanaue, though they are not very sturdy. Nero will hand out colorful brochures.

There are no assigned seats. Tables and chairs are placed tightly together, along with natural seating created by tree stumps and boulders. You're encouraged to mingle and wander around. Though a sober hush lies over the gathering, the atmosphere is hopeful. The people of Solvunn look forward to better days.
◎ Food & Drink
Solvunn's potluck feast consists of dishes and drinks brought by everyone in the commune, including members of the Council. There are hearty stews and soups, freshly baked bread, butter churned that very morning, and a variety of Solvunn's famous goat cheeses. You're invited to contribute anything you like! Simply add your dish or dessert to the table. The centerpiece of the potluck is a pig roast. Mead and ale flow freely.

Wanda Maximoff will bring sečenica, propeć (both cheese and egg savory baked goods), and traditional fruit pies of plums, cherries, sugar, almonds, and vanilla sugar. Claire Fraser will provide a unique loose-leaf herbal tea blend.

◎ Entertainment
The people of Solvunn will sing, dance, and make music together. On occasion, there are pauses for someone to take the spotlight, but overall no one's center stage for long. Instruments are passed around, and guests are encouraged to join in. Due to recent events, many songs are subdued, speaking of honoring the gods. Later in the night, stories are exchanged around the campfires. One particular folktale is told by Rowan March about Spyndlveiss, a figure who captures wayward sheep on their way between the settlements. From these lost sheep, he makes sheepskin suits for hungry wolves to wear.

Eddie Munson will hold a lively musical performance.

◎ Night's End
The potluck runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. Large tents are nearby for you to rest and spend the night. In the morning, you can join in on the communal breakfast before returning through the portal to the Primary Settlement.



soothsighs: (☆ you will never)

[personal profile] soothsighs 2023-04-21 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
( Urianger isn’t exactly surprised to see Stephen at the gala - in the few times they’ve met he hasn’t projected an aura of one who shies away from such things, after all - but he didn’t necessarily expect to be spoken to. Smiled at, even! )

A demonstration which paled in comparison to thine.

( He replies with a deliberate smile, one eyebrow lifting just a little as his gaze flits to the middle of Stephen’s forehead. He’s quite sure he’d seen something curious beneath the fold of his hood … )

… Thou hast quite the captivating stage presence. Mayhap a dance would serve us both well?
beloyaltome: (party tit acting up again)

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-21 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[The awfulness of Josselyn's reshaping is one thing, and that part seems like a spell under the mage's control, perhaps, but what happens next is not. It feels like no illusion Lenore can imagine, nothing she's ever experienced in all her decades of life. She regrets being within a hundred miles of that thing. It's no god as the Christian church would name such a thing, though it might resemble the fever dream beings of Revelations. The animal-headed gods of the Egyptians were often as merciless as their desert, but Lenore still thinks of those gods as bearing scrolls and scales, tools of architecture and agriculture. The most inhuman of the Egyptian gods still makes her think of civilization.

Perhaps the sight of Sobek would make her feel otherwise, but the vulture god before her does not make her think of civilization, nor does its voracious hunger at this savage offering.

Incapable of words, she looks away, waiting for the worst of the hunger to be finished. She came here in pursuit of knowledge as power, but now she wishes to be on the side of ignorance and bliss.]
the_keeper: { Neutral } (You grew a little smarter too)

[personal profile] the_keeper 2023-04-21 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Would it matter all that much if she were?"

Sabine had no more loyalty to Thorne than anything else on this planet—save one, and one alone (and in that two and three; not given, not asked, but in the accounting; not as high, but only half an iota lower)—and in that she holds not necessity with the idea that the trappings of even more lies and duplicity thrown up on a macabre stage of bloodletting and carnage make much a difference in the bigger scheme.

But she, also, knows enough to know she doesn't know enough yet;


and enough to know that it seems everyone who has been here years is at that still, too.
beloyaltome: (sass: smug)

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"As do you," Lenore says, warmly flirtatious, eyes twinkling. He's a foot taller than she is, which makes things a little bit awkward, but there's no reason her feet need to be on floor to dance. She lifts herself a few inches into the air, bringing their height difference to a more comfortable range, and rests a light hand on his shoulder. "I can lead, if you'd prefer, though it might be easier if you do." While Lenore knows how to do so in theory, she's pretty sure the size difference would be an issue again with her trying to lead.

"Your performance was dazzling. Was it all illusion and light or was there some substance to it?"
thedevilwhorose: » hallucination (pray it will call and answer)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-21 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"To a degree? Yes. Because Solvunn has just the right level of idiocy with their worship to crack a hole in this planet, and maybe all our heads. And if Josselyn is right with her claims that Solvunn has gone blind and turned away from whatever the 'truth' is, they may just take a metaphoric sledgehammer to existence in order for their 'Old Gods' to listen to them again. That puts us, again, in the crossfires."

And like it or not he needs some part of this planet to survive. Thorne Castle can burn to the ground and maybe they can make something out of its ashes.
ushiri: (pic#15839971)

[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
He watches her circle the case, eyes narrowing slightly.

"I was hoping they might be a little more forthcoming here."

In Hayle. It's isolated. Not under the shadow of Castle Thorne like Nott, and not intertwined with the crown like Borrel and the military. Anastasia Rhett, the High Mage's sister, is a mystery.

But, he shrugs - but then gives her a wry look.

"Do you think this is all a simulation?"

That's what Jack had first insisted. It annoyed him a bit back then, before he understood Jack better. It made him worry the younger man wasn't taking his safety seriously.
magicalarchaeologist: (171)

[personal profile] magicalarchaeologist 2023-04-21 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"All compliments go to Natasha for the fashion sense." Istredd goes between feeling very stupid in this and feeling very good in it so it's a bit of a swing depending on his mood. But generally, it's leaned positive. With confirmation from her and others, it helps.

He hadn't considered how they were going to dance with such a height difference, as Yennefer is usually closer with heels, but she fixes that right away with hovering. Istredd smiles and shakes his head. "No, I can lead. Maybe not well, but." It is modest as a few moments later she can tell that while very stiff, he does know how to formally dance. It was trained in all mages a long time ago.

"Thank you." He is much more comfortable being pleased about his show than his clothes. "All illusion magic. Psionics is my specialty leaning in magic, but I don't usually get the chance to use it."
ushiri: (pic#16104248)

[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-21 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Kahlil narrows his eyes slightly at that, an annoying sense of deja vu washing over him. Has he said that to Lucifer? He's definitely said it to someone recently.

Ugh.

He takes another drink from his glass. He doesn't know why he's in a bad mood exactly tonight. Drinking usually convinces him of the opposite, at least for a little while.

"You shouldn't leave your partner waiting too long," he finally says, making a shooing motion with his free hand. Begone divine demon. Shoo.
thedevilwhorose: (I never heard before)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-21 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
He swipes the glass from Kyle's hand, leaning away just out of reach, side-eying him strangely. This isn't fun if Kyle doesn't rise to the bait. If Kyle tries to get it back he will keep moving.

"He needs to mingle," Lucifer says. Swirls the remaining liquid around in the glass. "I'll rescue him if I must. It's usually very obvious." Not even because Lucifer would be able to feel it. Istredd wilts, simply put. That might come sooner rather than later. It's been... a few months since, well, any of them have been to a large event. If they had a curfew, they'd all be asleep well under it.

He makes a decision and downs the rest of Kyle's drink, setting the empty glass down. "Alright, come on, whatever this is, it's sad." He holds out a hand to Kyle, making a 'come along' gesture.
ushiri: (pic#16104218)

[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-21 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
There's another flash of annoyance when the drink goes.

How noble of you, is right there, mockingly - right on the tip of his tongue even though he told himself he wasn't going to give Istredd a good natured ribbing, let alone antagonize the being that had his hands around his throat recently. He's not cruel by nature, or an idiot. Usually.

But rather than good nature or good sense stopping him, it's the offered hand and gesture. First, he looks stunned. Then confused. Then he almost laughs, but some self-preservation kicks in at that moment and he grudgingly takes his hand.

"You've really become everyone's white knight."

Okay. So he couldn't stop himself entirely.
thedevilwhorose: (another world outside my door)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-21 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Kyle," he draws the name out. "Shut the hell up."

He does still drag the man to the dance floor in a way that he threatened to do with Istredd and didn't end up having to. He'd said fighting was the same as dancing and for him and Kyle it might be even more accurate. The most accurate statement spoken, actually.

He knows how little Kyle feels the words given how close Lucifer was to snuffing out his life, and even if somehow he meant them, they're annoying to Lucifer. So no matter what Kyle was aiming for, congrats, they stung. He's an extremely selfish entity and so what if there's a handful of people he doesn't actually hate. There's a handful of people he simply just needs and sees a use out of.

Kyle's on an amorphous scale where Lucifer doesn't know where he rests at any given time but Lucifer doubts it matters anymore.

Lucifer knows how to dance in a different sense than normal people. He's been in enough vessels of various backgrounds and lifestyles that they cross over in his Useless Knowledge Bank that he can put something together that makes sense. He can be graceful, he can fall into the cat-like smooth steps.

He does not. He pulls Kyle into step a bit rudely and will allow the man to lead if he tries to make a fight out of it, but whatever odd sweeps and gestures Lucifer currently puts them through are not kind.

But they're also not pitying, which is exactly how Lucifer looked at him seconds before this odd mimicry of dance.
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[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-21 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Abby's immedtiate, reflexive response to such flirtation is a roll of her eyes. Men are incorrigble no matter the setting. But immediately after that is the tiniest of smiles, as Abby is unused to male advances being so polite. "I'm normally a little less obvious."

"Getting used to things seems to be the main skill requirement." It was good to know that Earth Holidays would be celebrated, a small touch off home in what little way she can get. "I'm assuming Halloween gets special attention? Being in the Horizon has to allow far more creativity in one's costumes."
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[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-21 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not exactly planning to dance at this thing. Just curious what the dancing will be like.

[She's aware she probably needs this skill. If not now, then eventually. But she's not entirely ready to jump into this. There's enough about this gala clawing at her mind to worry about first.]

Shit, sorry. Manners. I'm Abby.
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-21 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's a strange relationship that's formed. One that makes little sense. At some point Kahlil stopped thinking about the most efficient way to kill an angel, and just prayed that it would never come to that - not solely out of self-preservation and fear of what a berserk Lucifer might look like, but because he would feel guilty making the attempt on his life at all.

In any case, pity is the last thing he wants, from anyone. His pride won't let him tolerate it when he's sober, and he's definitely not tonight. When Lucifer makes strange, awkward moves, Kahlil's body goes tense and he nearly trips over his partner's feet. Definitely steps on one deliberately on the first abrupt turn - and after that he allows himself to be led - but he won't look like a ragdoll being dragged around. Instead, with a hand on his shoulder and the other one clasped Kahlil matches his off-kilter and dramatic rhythm as best he can manage - which is better than the average person, given his agility and reflexes. He is (possibly annoyingly) compliant, even as they grab the attention of everyone around them.

Eye contact is another story. He's managing to look at everyone and no one except his partner.
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-21 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh good, he can learn, and listen, and fall into step--though that last part Lucifer had already been aware of. It's what makes it easier to transfer this odd disheveled dance into something they can both use and actually be comfortable with. Because Lucifer did in fact pay attention to his previous partner, it kept him from observing their surroundings. There's so much that can be picked up upon while just observing idly from the dance floor, under a guise.

Though he knows they won't really get anything--after all, Hayle's streets had little to offer, why would the gala had anything better?--it's about falling into a familiar motion.

Kyle's always been able to keep up with him.

"Keep an eye out for anything of interest, would you? I couldn't pick up on anything outwardly suspicious in the streets, makes me wonder if they have more to hide, and they do it well." Another jerked spin and a weave. They're getting less violent now that he's also talking, but only mildly so. "All the coin from the university making the city rich... nothing is that perfect."
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2023-04-21 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie doesn’t really know Louis, but he recognizes him both as the recipient of a recent mysterious letter delivered from Thorne (which Eddie opted to not read, thank you very much), and as someone Steve mentioned being in the pit with him.

Steve isn’t holding up so well, and Eddie only managed to drag him out to these festivities with the empty promise that it might help him to feel a bit better. A fool’s hope, more than anything, because he’s pretty sure the grim reason for celebration is only making things worse, and he vaguely wonders is Louis is feeling the same way, only here out of obligation to the settlement or to someone else.
]

Well, considering the only glitter you can here is probably just ground up shards of glass? Honestly sort of metal, but I think I’ll pass on that one.

[ He grins, though, taking Louis’s suggestions into consideration whether they’re fully serious or not. ]

Belt chain might be cool. Man, I had some great ones back home.

[ He was cool. He was so cool.

And by cool, everyone thought he was a loser freak.
]
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-21 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not half as good at this as I pretend to be, you know."

The whole spy thing. The cracks started showing months ago, even if no one noticed. He half mumbles the words, mostly to himself.

"I hate pretending to be someone I'm not all the time."

Because he has no idea who he is, really.

He will regret all of this tomorrow.

Not particularly wanting to pull himself any closer than strictly needed for their movements, he lowers his voice as they whirl within partial view of where the officials are dining.

"The graybeard in the uniform speaking to the queen is her uncle. He was around during the Arcanis negotiations, too."

It's nothing specific to Hayle, but he didn't point it out that time. He'd been cautious about what he shared from his short trips to Borrel and what he'd seen.
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-21 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
He has this weird feeling if he doesn't ask her to dance she may actually get offended. She dealt with quite a lot of his bullshit, he can at least do her the--well, kindness isn't exactly the right word. Honor? Sure it should be an honor for anyone to dance with the devil, anyone that knows who he is to some extent, but still not the right word. Pleasure? Good enough.

She dealt with quite a lot of his bullshit, he can at least do her the pleasure of offering her a dance. He's already pulled Istredd (very willing) and Kyle (less willing but annoyed and stubborn) to the dance floor, vastly different flowing steps each.

"Your grace is sure to outmatch mine, but shall we?"
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-21 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Lucifer's starting to wonder how much alcohol Kyle had. Okay, so they're doing this? He wasn't prepared for this. He was prepared for maybe some snippish banter and a jab about how it was going with Sabine so suddenly replacing him and likely with barely much talk about it happening, and if he should've taken the raccoon with him as a better roommate than Jack. Easy, simple things.

"I'm not half as good at being an individual," person, "as I pretend to be, but you know that better than anyone."

What with the attempted murder and all.

And all being that Lucifer could see Kyle's cracks just as easily as his own. They had the same mindset. Don't stay still, keep on your toes, don't let the anxiety that you didn't expect to have swallow you up whole, there's always work to be done and find something anyway even if there's a lull.

He does take a moment to clock the graybeard but now it's more of an afterthought.

"I've been asked multiple times who I wanted to be," he says. "Who do you want to be?"
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[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-21 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Darkest parts are like the night sky, lighter shades daytime sky? With a lot of dark lines throughout to make the whole butterfly thing work.

[Abby reached for her hip and remembers, she isn't at home. She doesn't have her phone, she doesn't have a picture of the dress on hand to share. That reflex isn't going anywhere anytime soon but it is super annoying to keep happening.]

I'm Abby, if it helps I'm new to the Free Cities and entirely in over my head?

[If you have a pocket ace you use it, right?]
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[personal profile] blackeyedprince 2023-04-21 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
This, this whole trip is one of Kell's, miraculously rare recently, I hate my life moments. The murder cave was of course nothing pleasant. In fact, it was full on horror that he still hasn't recovered from. But this is different kind of dread. A more familiar one. It's nothing life threatening, no. It just brings back memories, words, impressions, and the all-to-well-recognized feeling of near suffocating behind a fake smile. Nothing feels like home as this does.

It's also the first time since return to Thorne that he strayed from company. First time deciding to venture somewhere completely on his own. This is a different city so he hoped he'll be fine. Largely he is, but then there's the task at hand. He must somehow figure out how to look presentable at the Gala. Without Rhy's help, since he had declared he can do it on his own.

Which only ended with him standing just a bit to the side of a clothing shop entrance - a tailor's? - looking utterly clueless. The easy choice would be to go for royal red as he did back home on similar occasions, but he can't. He can't imagine he'd last the whole evening without collapsing into a sad pile of misery, and probably taking Rhy with him. He's rarely ever homesick here, but this could easily cross the line.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-21 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
I like that.

[Alucard does pause, noticing that Viktor is thinking. And that's worth gently adding on to.]

Science can be art. There's beauty in forms and in the expression of discovery. And you're sharing it. It isn't just for you and the academics.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-21 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Alucard's eyes remain forward, the display now too overwhelming to look away from. It is horror, true horror, beyond what anyone might have imagined. Even his father. That little part of anger in him, the one that wanted to rend the world asunder in response to this, is finding itself satisfied. Not content, but satisfied even though the dhampir knows this is not justice by any means. But gods are not known for understating themselves, and vultures feel appropriate given the circumstance. An idle thumb strokes over Lenore's knuckles, unsure if she will find the gesture useful for keeping her grounded. Worth the attempt, at any rate.

He feels the tension in the moment snap. Everything sags like a marionette. Someone is talking, but that doesn't matter. Alucard shifts his arm gently.]


It's gone.
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-21 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ his expression softens a little at the thought. stories about stars . . . there were not so many. save, of course, for his father's. ]

While we do love our tales, the true reason for our love comes from our awakening. When we first woke, we saw the stars. They were the only light in the world.
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-21 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that prompts a lilting chuckle from elrond, much like the rustle of leaves in the morning. ]

That sounds lovely. It must remain a cherished memory.