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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.



beloyaltome: (did u rly just say that)

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-23 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Natasha is very skilled at these things," Lenore agrees, smile warm and pleased, glad to have gotten to team up with her friend for some of the styling they've accomplished today. "She did very well with you, making an already handsome man irresistible." If it's easier for Istredd to deflect the compliment, Lenore's willing to play along with that, because it makes it easier to reinforce it. Natasha did well at making Istredd look very handsome, so now he has to accept that he looks handsome or else deny a compliment to Natasha.

Lenore has plenty of experience dancing, and she's graceful enough to move easily with his stiffness, skirts sweeping with her movements to help distract viewers from seeing any hint of awkwardness.

"Scion-ics?" Lenore repeats, bewildered. "The ... illusions are your children?"
preferscuffs: (All I must do is connect the dots)

[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-23 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
It'll probably look like a variety of things. We all come from different places and cultures. So the dancing is sure to reflect that.

[No pressure here, Caitlyn got pressured into all this nonsense all the time at her age and she hated it. Still does to a certain degree. So she'll never do the same to someone else. What this Abby chooses to do or not do is her own business.]

It's quite alright. [A quiet laugh. Abby's behavior is rough, but charming. And reminiscent of certain Zaunites she's met. It's nostalgic, for things that honestly didn't happen that long ago] I'm Caitlyn. I take it you're recently Summoned here?
thedevilwhorose: (till I'm buried in my grave)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
He barely registers Istredd's retreating, brief, flicker of jealousy over his own torrent of complete and utter bewilderment. He didn't exactly expect another slice of a blade from Kyle, not in such a public setting, but Lucifer's mind continually defaults to violence being the answer for Basically Anything that this was, quite frankly, more of a surprise than his brain can truly handle.

'This is for trying to murder me' is the only reason Lucifer allows Kyle into a space really only permissible to Istredd. The end result of that allowance only leaves Lucifer staring blankly at the space Kyle vacated with far more confusion at what the hell just happened than any divine being should be left with.

It takes a beat longer before he, too, leaves the dance floor.
Edited (shhhhhhhhhhh) 2023-04-23 03:05 (UTC)
preferscuffs: (A true pro is aware of her surroundings)

[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-23 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[There's no reason to hide her approach, in fact Caitlyn is careful to make sure her footsteps are easily detectable, but not loud enough to startle. Not wanting to ruin the piece Hilda's working on by startling her.

The offer has Caitlyn smiling, blue eyes amused. Since it's quite obvious that Hilda's attention is still glued to what's right in front of her.]


If you'd like to paint me, Hilda. That can be arranged, but it certainly doesn't need to be tonight.

[A quiet laugh, as she can't help but tease her friend just a little bit. This is honestly close to the most serious she's seen the other woman.]

Truthfully, I was actually hoping to steal you away from your brush for a little while. It seems a shame to have prepared as much as we did for you to not take advantage of the dancefloor with me at least once.
beloyaltome: (attentive)

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-23 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Lenore's blissful in all the shops, enjoying her excursion even though she has to sharply restrain her spending to fit within the budget they've been provided. The wonders of Hayle dazzle her, lifting her mood. Even though she's suffered relatively little compared to some of her fellows, she's got reasons of her own for melancholy, and it's nice to be lifted out of it for a time, to pretend that she belongs in this dazzling place.

This stranger, meanwhile, couldn't look any less like he belongs here, and that makes her curious. Not a native, perhaps, though not one of the Summoned she's met yet.

"Waiting for someone?" she asks as she walks up, looking him over curiously. She doesn't actually think he's waiting for anyone, but he clearly looks like he's in need of some kind of rescuing.
beloyaltome: (the results of my good ideas)

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-23 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Lenore is indeed pleased to be asked, and surprised that he's willing. She's aware that she's gotten to know him at a less-than-ideal time, but it still surprises her to find that he knows softer skills, things of pleasure and charm.

Taking his hand with a smile, Lenore steps close, curious to find out what he's like on the dance floor. "Yes. I'd like that."

Eyes skimming him over with amused appreciation, Lenore gives his lapel a playful tug. "Look at you. Putting up an almost convincing illusion of being civilized."
thedevilwhorose: (till I'm buried in my grave)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-23 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
He makes a long, pitiful, drawn-out sigh at the reminder of his lovely gilded cage.

"Oh, I can't do much of anything directly--isn't that fun? We're luck the Crown may entertain our opinions from time to time, but it's hard to pull them from their hateboner with Free Cities to think about Solvunn. Ideally this Incident will help! But I sincerely doubt it."

Eugh.

"The benefit is that I have one person I trust in Solvunn and another person I tolerate, but ultimately, I suppose, also trust when it comes to pagan deities."
beloyaltome: (leave me here 2 die)

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-23 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Is it? Lenore wants to ask, doubting whether it's gone at all, or merely gone for now. Gone to where? Is it sated in its sacrifice or did that only whet its hunger?

And how many more are there? Twenty-one, she suspects.

For the first time, she regrets being brought to this world. A new life, another chance, but now she has discovered a new dread, new depths of horrors beneath the pleasant veneer of her new life here. Perhaps that horror and dread would have latched its claws in her much sooner if she'd been one of the taken, if she'd seen the monsters and ailments first hand. As it is, she'd only seen some of the slimy, fungal aftermath of it all.

She stays quiet, head still averted, though she's no longer so sharply tense. She can't put on a mask of pleasantry just yet, and doesn't trust herself to speak.]
preferscuffs: (All I must do is connect the dots)

Don't ask me how many videos of dancing I just watched I don't wanna talk about it

[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hm... I'll have to think about it.

[She can't help but tease him back, knowing he wasn't actually expecting an answer. Truthfully, it feels rather like it was so very long ago now. Not quite another life, but definitely like something that happened in another Time perhaps.]

So far, dancing seems to have some similarities despite the differing origins of everyone. I guess as an art, in a sense, it makes sense since art is often considered a universal language of sorts.

[Ah, yes. Her inner nerd rears it's happy little head. Books being one of Caitlyn's big weaknesses... aside from fancy guns.]

It's interesting how suffering through ballroom dancing lessons is exactly how I'd describe it as well. Yet here I am. [There's certainly some amusement to the situation, Caitlyn Kiramman offering ballroom lessons of all things. When it's only a few years since she'd have done anything to get out of having to take those very same lessons herself.] I'd be more than happy to learn some dances that weren't at my mother's insistence, actually.

[She can't help but agree to the offer, before taking a moment to gesture to the otherwise empty room. Since it's not like they've actually begun dancing yet.]

And it looks to me like you're the only one here. If anything, I owe you for keeping me occupied.

[In fact, dropping his hand, it's Caitlyn's turn to bow. And she does so in the way more traditionally associated with men, blue eyes glimmering with mischief as she does it. After all, as teacher it behooves her to lead, doesn't it? So why not lean into it. Then she simply holds out her left hand for him to take, before she'll slot her other arm into the proper position. Right hand eventually coming to rest on his shoulder blade. Her intention is just a simple waltz step to start, nothing fancy, just the basic box and then they can expand from there.]
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[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-04-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Lenore tilts her head a little in thought, considering what she (little) knows and what she suspects of this place. Far, far more questions than answers. "The... arcana has layers. I think. Like--an underground river, the stone and soil above it, the house built upon it, the sky above it, layers like that, each one entirely different in substance and yet somehow each of them resonant to this same pattern. It ... unnerves me a little, honestly. I was always better at magic than mathematics, and yet I don't much like the thought of a resonance that is entirely unbound from the laws of mathematics."

This tangent has gone in unexpected directions. She hopes that's helpful, at least. When she arrived here she thought that the local obsession with tarocchini decks was cultural, a mere fashion in magical circles. Now she knows it goes deeper than that, and she doesn't at all like what she suspects about just how deep.

"Anyway, this one just looked like delightfully torrid fun," Lenore goes on, flipping open the book she's still holding to show a human woman swooning into the arms of a very buff, very inhuman god-creature, while her breasts spill out of her top in a manner that disregards the laws of fabric, anatomy, and gravity. "And maybe I'll learn a few things about these gods along the way."
preferscuffs: (The rust beneath the gilding)

Market Square - Gotta catch all the FEmblem CR

[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The market square is quite a busy place today and so a certain amount of jostling is to be expected. Though Caitlyn manages to avoid the worst of it by dint of being quite tall and so usually easy to avoid.

But not always. Which is fine. Especially since it's such a little bump all things considered. Caitlyn turns at the apology, a friendly, but polite smile already in place.]


No, no it's quite alright. I should have been paying less attention to the demonstrations and more attention to what's happening around me. It's just as much my fault. Are you alright?
everybodysterrible: (S2 - 068)

[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
It's close to something on my world, but not something I'm used to seeing anymore. It's old people dancing.

[Abby's not getting up to dance, but she's not getting up to leave either. So there's that. At least she feels comfortable.]

First month here, first big party. No idea what I'm getting into. Is it going to be all... done up?
aquaveiled: (himeka-233)

[personal profile] aquaveiled 2023-04-23 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka definitely does not hail from a world like Eddie's, but that doesn't make the performance or the songs any less enjoyable. The sounds of his enchanted guitar are not entirely foreign, if for the fact that the bards in Eorzea inexplicably can mimic a similar tone. She is more than happy to support a fellow Summoned in their endeavours no matter their skill level.

But Eddie is clearly no slouch! He plays energetically with the execution that speaks of someone who enjoys what they're doing. Passion speaks through the work of an artisan and as far as she's concerned, making music definitely falls into that category.

When his set is finished, Himeka offers a round of applause. Water may not be enough so she's happy to offer Eddie her drinking horn once she manages to catch him.

Don't worry about what's in it. ]


What a fantastic performance! I had no idea you were a bard.
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[personal profile] demoexpert 2023-04-23 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wylan had been engrossed in following the rotation of one of the spheres that he didn't hear anyone walk up and he jumps when he hears another voice addressing him.

"Oh," he says turning to look at the other man with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I'm always fascinated by how things like this work."
unwings: (Misha Collins in Supernatural S 07 (196))

execution

[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-23 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ cas doesn't leave an offering either. they aren't his gods, he isn't asking them for anything, and he doesn't regard them as much more than the demigods of pagan religions from home. even the norse deities were pretty killable by angel standards. by virtue of shuffling crowd, and perhaps some innate instinct to gravitate towards kin, cas finds himself stood between lucifer and michael, hands tucked into coat pockets, watching the unlucky sheep being skinned below. ]

This is considered a ceremony. [ Cas murmurs to correct Lucifer on human traditions, like the one guy who actually read the travel guide before showing up in a foreign country. the joke's gone entirely over his head. ] A party generally requires revelry, dancing, and snacks.

[ there are no snacks present, brother. ]
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-23 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
There was a special tree. Two trees that gave off silver and gold light. But the enemy crept into our lands and poisoned the trees, letting them wither.

Thankfully, the fruit was salvaged and we found a way to place it into the sky. It was that light that became the bane of the everlasting dark.
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-23 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ elrond cocks his head, reminiscing. ]

Yes. Not personally, but he shared his gift. And some stories. I offered a few of my own to ease his burden, though I have yet to provide.
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-23 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[ elrond prompts gently, a teasing but welcoming expression on his face. ]

Go on. Do not leave me waiting.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-23 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Only Alucard's eyes move as he looks for a space that might grant them even a modicum of privacy before they are all expected to return to the places that have summoned them. There's an unused stone bench off to one side near the portal to Thorne that seems to have been dismissed as one too many.

He stands, and quietly guides them both over to that spot, footsteps making no sound. Alucard's not sure how his own legs remain steady in doing so, but they do. He manages, and while they can still be seen, it takes more effort.

The dhampir says nothing as he sits back down. He only offers a gentle squeeze of Lenore's hand. Checking in and making it clear that she doesn't need to have words if she isn't ready. That he can be present enough for them both, if only for a little while longer.

He'll process his own emotions later.]
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-04-23 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I know.

[But even in comparison to Jayce's inventions, which are gilded and intricately designed, Viktor has never leaned into the aesthetic of anything. This seems to be a good opportunity to branch out, at least a bit.

Besides, it's not like this was particularly difficult. Fully in his wheelhouse, all things considered.
]

I'd be happy to build you one of your own, in that case.
cryptsleeper: (Softe)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-23 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
And you're not going to fuss when I insist on paying you for costs and labor?

[The question is, in fact, serious.]

I'm not above just shoving money into your drawer in the middle of the night if you refuse.
blackeyedprince: (the mask i wear)

[personal profile] blackeyedprince 2023-04-23 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That's how he would normally react. Try to play that things are just fine or simply storm off, but the pit has broken something within him. Left him with precious little control over his most self-destructive tendencies. So no one thing is really innocuous. Everything, down to the smallest details, can become the fodder for his dark thoughts.

"But I am an expert at expecting the worst."

Sarcasm might not be the best answer, but isn't it just another of his defence mechanisms? He has so many of them. And what for? That's his problem. He assumes too much, and what he does consistently follows a familiar pattern. One where he has the most too loose and the least to gain. He did it before. Did with practically every single person he cares about. Starting with Rhy.

"I'm not jealous. I can share." The way he states it as a simple fact is not different from the directness Jesper describes his relationship with Rhy. "I know he likes other people, I don't see an issue with that... I just..."

Even less issue now than ever. The truth, the ugly unpleasant truth, is that Rhy is not the problem, he is. All too afraid to acknowledge the fact he can have what he wants, that there will be people wanting to offer him just that. All too eager to dismiss even those state that plainly to his face. Because he fucking knows better.

Kell shudders. He's about to do the one thing he hates most, explain himself. Because Jesper was honest with him, he deserves at least the same.

"I just assumed what we had on the ship was an one-off. That you won't be interested in more. This was just an experiment. The occasion was perfect for it. So even if I wanted more, I didn't reach out. And then I got kidnapped."

How he was able to convince himself after such a fabulous night that it was somehow not good enough? Simple. He wanted it too much, and he's so used to not getting things he wants so strongly that he'll let go preemptively to spare himself the misery.

Kell looks up, raises his hand to touch Jesper's cheek, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

"But I want to have sex with you, Jesper. And even more, I want to do unspeakably awful things to you while we're having sex."

Saints! He so much does. Even saying those things out loud is enough to raise his heart rate. Even now, in the most inappropriate circumstances, Kell has to force himself to resist the urge to tighten his grip.
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[personal profile] magicalarchaeologist 2023-04-23 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I see. It has been a long time since my training in court details so I regrettably don't remember titles well." Long time as in sixty years and Istredd never cared enough about courts to truly pay attention to his lessons. He always knew he wouldn't end up in one like other mages. His scholarly pursuits were always a priority and the Brotherhood allowed him to go down that route instead.

"No, I'm afraid they have their own monarchy and court system here, we are all outsiders to this sphere. No one's title matters here." It is said gently because he knows people accustomed to rank might struggle with that, but it is to help John if he deals with the true lords and ladies of this place. He knows that several of the others had titles, perhaps even royal ones, but had to let go of that past here.

"Yes, magic is very rare in my sphere in comparison to here, where everyone has access to it. It's quite beautiful to see." Istredd loves that. He never cared about being a 'special' person back home, the Brotherhood was dying out due to weaker and weaker bloodlines or mages accidentally killing themselves with Chaos. To see it flowing everywhere here is lovely.
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[personal profile] iustise 2023-04-23 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps I shall take you up on your offer of lessons then," John says, with another curve of a smile. "Far be it from me to turn down a learning opportunity."

As for the renouncing of his title, of his past... He isn't certain he's entirely ready to let that go just yet. As much as it is a courtesy title, it's also a part of who he is. Hal might have renounced his father's legacy for a time, but John... He has and always will be -- himself. A man of the army. His father's son. Lieutenant Colonel Lord John Grey.

"Might I ask how long you have been here, sir? You spoke of welcoming us newcomers..." It suggests it might have been some time, yet.
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[personal profile] iustise 2023-04-23 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lord John meets the other's expression with a smile of his own, before glancing back up at the sky once more.]

It is rather orange in color, to the naked eye. It is what helps it stand out, in the sky.

Arcturus -- it means 'Bear-guard', in Greek. There is a constellation in the sky, Boötes, the herdsman. Arcturus rests as the gem that might fasten his belt, just so.

[There is of course, a more solemn story behind the constellation and its mythology. But Lord John would prefer not to ruin the evening with the Greeks' obsession with tragedy, if it can be helped.]