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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.



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[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-25 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Depleted Grace has meant many changes for Castiel, dragging him along a sliding scale from angel towards human. He sleeps now, he eats, he bathes. He feels much more vibrantly, psychosomatically, emotion finding places within his body to tense or ease. His vessel makes decisions and reactions outside his control for the first time in a while, since he’d been completely human.

When Obi-wan pulls him in close, chest brushing, and the gentle, warm breeze on his laughter tickles at Castiel’s neck, the shell of his ear. his body shoots an involuntary tingle along his skin, goosebumps sneaking along his shoulders and back. Cas isn’t often this close to others, not for extended periods of time, and this sensation is rare - but one he recognizes. The last time, it’d been with April, but that’s clearly not what’s happening here, despite some couples on the dancefloor eager to press closer together than seems necessary.

“I’m less concerned about how we look than I am crushing your toes underfoot.”

The angel clears his throat, back straightened to proper posture. He finds the dip between muscle on Obi-wan’s shoulder to rest his hand, and takes to the task like a mission. Too proud to shy from a challenge, and too annoyed to find himself bad at things, he's committed to success. Head at a curious, analyzing tilt, Cas glances away to the surrounding dancers to observe the steps (and to diffuse a measure of the unasked for biological reaction creeping up on him). The tap at his hand, scant inches between them, and shifting muscle at Obi-wan's shoulder and torso are enough to inform him how and when the Jedi's moving. Grace or not, his reactions are quick and he learns fast. Only steps on Obi-wan's feet a couple times, which he mutters sheepish apology for.

Once Cas feels he has the pattern down, he shifts his gaze from observing surroundings to locking with Obi-wan's eyes, holding there for a lengthy quiet that's in no rush to be filled. It's rare Castiel truly feels the awkwardness he seems to project, and the uncomfortably intense, prolonged eye contact is kind of his thing. If it feels like he's examining your soul through your eyes, it's because he is. Obi-wan is a curiosity of a man to him - a product of such a strictly ascetic lifestyle, yet here, tipsy and bouncing around on a dancefloor like giddy youth, pulling the unsuspecting anti-socials into the jovial wave with him. How endearing. Cas wonders, briefly, what he might've been like without the Jedi in his life.

"Was dance included in Jedi instruction, or did you learn elsewhere?"
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-04-25 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Did you attend?

[Viktor certainly did not. The armillary sphere was a good excuse, but even if he didn't have a project, he had no interest in watching such a thing. That said, he's starting to hear about what happened, and it all seems a bit farfetched. As distasteful as it is, he can't help but be a little curious.]
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[personal profile] obiwanofthosedays 2023-04-25 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"How fortunate I've sturdy boots." Obi-Wan replies with a wide smile, hand extended still, cape swept low in a courtly bow. "We'll keep to the edges if that is more to your comfort, but I cannot in good conscious allow a lady to while away a gala without at least one dance. Humor me?"

Perhaps it may be underhanded to use his most winning of all smiles- ever aware that most beings find him at least passingly attractive for a human male of his age; but putting a little shine on something so harmless as a dance cannot truly cause any harm, could it?

Aside from the fact that Nadine has been a most gracious employer and ally in him finding his feet- she is lovely, and is fully deserving of a turn around the floor to feel flattered by positive attention.
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[personal profile] familysucks 2023-04-25 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
That the Acolytes deserved to die is one of few things they would both agree on. No one he truly cares for was taken so it's not about revenge, for Michael, but he does think it weakens their future bargaining position to go easy on those that refused to make a deal. Unfortunately, he was outvoted. For better or worse, Solvunn is full of soft hearts.

Knowing what he does about how the commune treats members who've committed only minor wrongs, he expects something far harsher from the execution.

Michael arrives in plain but solemn clothing, black head to toe. The occasion isn't quite a funeral, but even if there's nothing left to bury, someone will be dead by the end of it. His host family had agreed it was appropriate.

He adds his name to the stone when called upon as one of the Summoned under the sign of the Emperor—in common script instead of Enochian, of course. The sigil for his name holds a power all its own and he's still ill at ease around these pagan rituals. His expression is nonetheless impassive throughout the ceremony, save for the moment where the dual pinpricks of someone staring—no, glaring—at him from somewhere across the field grows too heavy to ignore. Michael turns and finds exactly the face he expected.

Hi, Jo. Still mad, huh?

(That's fair. He's still not apologizing.)
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[personal profile] familysucks 2023-04-25 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
As well as a dress code and a curated guest list.

[Michael is not thrilled to see either of them, on the off chance they misinterpreted his silence as an invitation to talk. This is definitely not a party.

He turns a judging eye on Castiel. Lucifer's threadbare grace is no surprise, but while Castiel had been in rough condition the last time he saw him, he'd expected him to be on the mend by now. He should look better, not worse. Truly Castiel possesses unparalleled self-destructive tendencies.]


What happened to you? You look atrocious.

[Michael casts a glance behind him, always aware of the ever-present sensation that he's being watched. Sure enough, there's Jo, doing her best to bore a hole clean through his head with her glare. He pays her no more mind than he did the first time, gaze zeroing in again on Castiel.]
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-04-25 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Things have finally started to settle down, I'm getting back into my normal routine.

[At least no complicated dancing seems required. Simple is fine with Nadine. She can manage simple.]

Clinic's open again, I'm back in classes. It almost feels weird, going back to the usual. But I definitely won some points with a couple of my professors when I was in Nocwich.

[A few of them had been among the volunteers, and had seen all the work she did. Both organizing and as a healer. It's validating, she has to admit, that they'd noticed and made note.]
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-04-25 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"If you're sure your boots can take it..."

It is a gala, after all. Dancing is what's done. And Obi-Wan is handsome and charming. The attention's nice. And god knows it's only been recently she could accept or enjoy attention from men, even casually. Why not dance? And flirt a little, in that harmless way that people do.

Jaskier is always encouraging her to.

So she gathers up her feathered, fluttering skirts with one hand and takes his with her other.

"As long as we keep it simple. I'm more the stand and sway kind of girl. But I'm very good at that."
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[personal profile] obiwanofthosedays 2023-04-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I've sturdy boots for a reason, don't worry." Murmuring while tucked close is second nature, he's lost track of how often a dance at a gala was the only opportunity to exchange information during more delicate negotiations throughout the years. Becoming versed in etiquette and diplomatic overtures was a requirement of any seasoned Jedi Knight; and while all those skills are not applicable in this moment? Adaptability and dexterity certainly assist in guiding Castiel through the steps of this dance. Steady and somewhat sensual (potentially, but they're far too light and faintly fumbling in a way he finds more endearing than anything else to truly be seen as such), Obi-Wan leads his partner across the floor.

Deftly weaving around the other couples, laughing off the slight missteps as Castiel focuses in and picks up the nuances of the footwork, warm and solid almost as stone, steady. Once they're both certain, Obi-Wan allows his awareness in the Force to prevent them from turning into anyone else, from being bumped into or cut off. The intensity of this angel's gaze is-

Not unsettling, nor is it awkward, not to him. He is not human in the way he appears to be and that makes these oddities acceptable. Blue meets blue flecked with green, Obi-Wan's own expression utterly serene, his soul buoyant and thrumming with simple joy- of movement, of community, of communion with another soul similar to his own. "Yes and no. Diplomacy is of great import to our cause as negotiators, and I've picked up more than a few courtly dances in my time."

A pivot, a step in and past Castiel, pulling him in close as he twists until he's standing behind, hand on his hip, other on his palm to guide him through a reverse embrace- lips by his ear, voice palpable with how his chest is pressed to Castiel's spine. "This particular variation is popular in a great many artistic planets, usually played later in the evening after there's been a great deal of wine imbibed and couples are feeling more- amorous? With the close embraces required it makes for an excellent opportunity to discuss delicate matters plainly, especially with the rest of the attendees distracted."

Another line of music, another pivot as he murmurs "lean back, trust me-"

One hand skims up to clasp Castiel by the nape of the neck, guiding him backward in a dip- held steady for all his weight and catching him neatly as he drops, guiding him back up with a nudge of Force to help him down and back up with a measure of grace. Once back in position he nods, proud. "Very well done. You're a quick study, my friend."
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-25 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He directs a scoff towards Michael.] What do you know about parties? [Lucifer's unfortunately "had to" attend a few in Thorne whenever they get new Summoned. It's the best way to get a read on them before they've had a chance to settle.

But don't give him the chance for revelry. He will here. Don't tempt the devil, Castiel.

A glance at their younger brother and Lucifer makes a face and shifts just a little as though to avoid risking brushing against his brother.]
I cannot for the life of me believe I'm saying this, but Michael's right.
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[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ uncertain if that question was directed at him or michael (feasibly, could be either), cas looks vaguely affronted, and mutters the credentials of his education. ] Dean and I watched Animal House.

[ there really wasn't any hope in hiding his current state from his older brothers. if michael wanted to, he could've crushed him at any moment, full grace or not, and lucifer's made it clear he isn't interested in fighting. may as well be honest about it.

but cas sure as hell doesn't want Jo overhearing it and panicking. so, he swaps to angel radio, voice begrudging and grumpy. ]


Metatron happened to me.

[ no, he doesn't want to talk about it. ]
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[personal profile] obiwanofthosedays 2023-04-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I've no doubt." Obi-Wan guides her slowly out to the floor, the music slow and light, something close to an Alderannian Waltz for him to offer a gentle count of tapping fingers against her hand, his other delicately and politely at her waist. It's a simple enough pattern to guide her though, and his awareness extends across the floor to keep them from turning into any of the other couples. "I must say you look quite lovely tonight."

Because she does. Dressed well but more than that- "Joyful, unburdened."
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[personal profile] familysucks 2023-04-25 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Michael knows the comment was aimed at him and shrugs it off. He doesn't even like parties, and he doesn't need to have watched Animal House to know it.

(Adam had been more of a horror movie fan, funny enough, despite the whole death-by-ghoul thing.)

In a rare display of emotion, his expression turns surprised—baffled. Castiel is gullible even for a lower angel, but he's a capable combatant. How'd Metatron get one up on him? He answers in the same fashion, silent to bystanders.]


Metatron—the scribe? The bookworm? You were bested by an angel from the clerical division?

[Also, he thought that guy was dead. And, well, by Michael's time...

Michael glances at the display continuing up front, pointing at the sheep's hollowed-out carcass while looking back at Castiel.]


That's you.

[Both in the 'led to the slaughter' sense and the 'scraped clean, just skin left' bit.]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-25 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's only one certain bard that Hilda has recently become acquainted to. There's some level of amusement that sparks in her features as she turns to complete the task she had almost failed to do earlier. ]

Aw, I didn't know you two were so close. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

[ The general energy between them (Jaskier's charisma and Geralt's dryness) seemed to balance each other out in a way that worked - or at least it did in her mind. After all, she had seen a similar dynamic somewhere else back home before.

With the fallen star safely secured, Hilda about to descend back down the ladder when it dawns on her that Geralt is perfectly situated by the box. ]


Were you here to help with the decorations?
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-04-25 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you."

She can't help the light flush, it's just her natural reaction to compliments.

"I'm settling back into normal life. And with you and Cadfael helping with the plants and working in the clinic, I actually have something resembling free time again. It's nice."

Not to mention this evening she's had two drinks and indulged in her own herbal bounty. Which does make it easier to find the rhythm and follow Obi-Wan's steps. He's very good at leading, and his rather calm and kindly demeanor helps put her at ease.

"I've been told I work too much. There might be something to that."
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, so that's where--or rather, when--Castiel is. He was always missing that tidbit.

He feels a sense of satisfaction at having that answer.

He turns a completely pitying look on Castiel. Michael won't get the context of his comment but he will get the tone of it.]
Sorry, Castiel, I don't have any croutons for you. [How's it feel now, bud????

That's what they call KARMA. Applies even to angels.]
Broken wings and low grace. Well. Now who's in the worst state? [Not Lucifer, ding ding ding!]
thedevilwhorose: (to the things that I want)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-25 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
What's wrong he says like he hadn't recently--or not so recently, from the passage of time--been kidnapped. Lucifer never did find out where'd he'd been snagged from, he just knows it was outside the castle proper. Ambrose was very clear about that distinction.

"What's wrong," he echoes, sounding a little winded, and that's--that's not even an anxiety dumped on him from Wilhelm, lovely, perfect. It's all his own. "We haven't been allowed to this place before. Any of us." He'd like to think his point is clear enough before he adds, "Why're you out by yourself?"
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[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-25 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ These two chucklefucks right here. it's not like he was expecting sympathy, but that may be the first time he's heard michael manage some level of comedy succinctly, intentional or not. instead of cracking a smile, his head swivels to narrow an unimpressed gaze on him. was that fucking necessary? ]

He didn't best me, I was tricked. [ so 'best' probably still applies. ] He spent so much time with our father, I assumed he harbored pure intentions towards Heaven.

[ then, to lucifer, spoken in the tone of i am not your aunt: ] They aren't serving salads here.

[ the latter, he ignores, as it seemed rhetorical anyway. the amount of times castiel's been bitch-slapped by karma, you'd think he'd have learned by now. and you would be wrong.

right, they each should be able to see what's left of his wings now, violently burned away, some scant feathers left clinging, singed crisp at the edges. called to attention, cas abruptly feels entirely too exposed between them, and it has nothing to do with being weakened to nearly human around two archangels. the loss of his wings cut nearly as deep as his grace. one, he might someday get back. his wings, though, are likely damaged forever. he'll never fly again. ]
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2023-04-25 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Geriatric? Urianger, please.

[ Yes, Thancred is doing that obnoxious thing where he's behaving as if he's so much older than Urianger, despite there in truth only being a few years between them in age. Then again, it's more years than it should be due to how time had worn on them so strangely in Norvrandt.

He isn't expecting Urianger's sudden suggestion, however. Perhaps those pixies did have some influence on him. That, or he's already had some alcohol tonight, prior to his current glass of champagne.

However, he isn't slurring or stumbling just yet, so it might be the former. Intriguing. ]


Is that so? I suspect you might be disappointed. I'm hardly the roguish young charmer I once was. Still, I suppose I could give it a shot for old time's sake.

[ He clears his throat, takes a long sip from his glass, and then sets it aside, stepping forward to claim Urianger's hand. He sends him a hooded look, smirks rakishly, and then tilts his head up with a flash of his eyes. Before thinking too hard on it, he bends down to plant a kiss on the back of Urianger's hand, wondering just how easy it might be to fluster him.

Be careful what you wish for, friend. ]


Good sir, I saw you from across the way and couldn't help but ask — may I have this dance?
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[personal profile] familysucks 2023-04-25 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Was it necessary? No. Was it satisfying? Yes. Michael isn't one for shit-eating grins but on the inside, in the invisible space beyond the impassive expression on Adam's borrowed face that no one except maybe Wanda can see, he's indulging in one.

There's a quick look between Lucifer and Castiel. He has no idea what the salad comments are about. Bizarre younger sibling in-jokes. Gabriel used to be the same way, and Michael handles it the same way he handled Gabriel: he ignores them.]


Yes, that's what I said. Bested you.

So being in the company of our Father makes an angel righteous, but following His commands doesn't. I don't follow your logic, Castiel.


[He gets the impression it has nothing to do with logic and everything to do with Winchesters. Still, he's sour Castiel was apparently so easily led by the likes of Metatron. Would've made his last ten years a lot easier if Castiel had been so compliant in the face of Heaven's orders.

In a minor show of mercy, Michael has nothing to say about Castiel's wings. Though it brings Castiel closer to the beings he seems to so admire, it's sad to see an angel grounded—though the bulk of Michael's pity is for the rest of the Host.

Well. Most of them are dead now, so at least it's no longer troubling them.]
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-04-25 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
You sweet, dumb angel. [The words come with that syrupy sickness of his. Complete sarcasm, as though his pity could actually level up.] You still think our Father harbored pure intentions towards Heaven.

[He puts one hand over his vessel's heart and the other to wipe away a fake tear, sharing a "commiserating" glance with Michael that might be ignored but if it's not that will be the most telling read Lucifer gets in terms of Michael and their Father.]
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2023-04-25 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ For as private a person as Wanda is, she makes a remarkable amount of connections. But it's a good thing, really--there'd been a time when she pulled in so deeply into herself that Himeka had been worried that Wanda may not make it back out. But her drive has been restored and her purpose in this world is something she's making for themselves.

It's something that they all need to do and it sure as hell does help deal with the fact they're so far away from home. ]


Mhmm, that's right.

[ She'd been pleased with the turnout of their little get together. Given that Solvunn is a close community, she had no doubt their paths would cross again.

Of course, he'd also been one of the missing Summoned they had hoped to rescue. That Louis has opted not only to represent the will of the Summoned in Solvunn but also to do something for the greater community here must mean he's doing alright. Right? ]


We haven't, though I already know that you're Louis, one of our representatives in the Conclave.

[ She gives him a thumbs up. ]

Quite brave of you for stepping forward after all that's happened.

[ Not someone that needed some (well-intended) prodding into nomination like Aloy. ]

As for glamours...do you think you could make me look like someone from your star?
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[personal profile] familysucks 2023-04-25 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He's learning something, certainly, but it might have more to do with staying out of arm's reach of eager sharkmen than actual dancing. Nanaue is getting a little too close for the comfort of Michael's dignity and self-respect.]

Another time, perhaps.

[There's another flutter and he's off again, resurfacing at a distant corner of the gala.]
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2023-04-25 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka can only shrug at that. She's not wrong--Himeka thinks it's the most efficient way to get most fish. Others are fast or much more tricky...

Which is where spears and nets come in! ]


Luckily for you, I happen to be well-versed in many methods of fishing.

[ There are precisely two areas that Himeka will toot her own horn on: her cooking and her fishing abilities. And Wanda, wonderful Wanda who can make life appear out of thin air, often isn't in need of these things. The fact that the other woman will gladly partake in her cooking is something that means a lot to her, so the opportunity to share a bit of her knowledge of fishing is one that she can't pass up. ]

Or, rather, they wouldn't let me join the Fishing Guild if I didn't know how to cast a line.

[ Himeka holds a hand at her sternum as if she's swearing an oath. ]

And I, too, can cast this ancient knowledge to you, my young protégé...
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[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-25 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
He's not particularly interesting to look at. In a city that was big on color and art he was- very gray. If he wasn't having fun, this party was probably too exciting and colorful him. Opposite end of the 'not comfortable here' spectrum.

"I'm used to parties a little less... buttoned up." Sure, she and her friends were at parties their parents were throwing, where the rules were more like this. But that was a party where the floor might as well be covered in broken glass. You step lightly and carefully. It's a party when drinking games and chaos reign over everyone. "And I'm more comfortable when I know more people."

Going to a party fresh out of the cave pond isn't really working for Abby the way she wanted.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-25 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you know. Shopping really does a girl's heart some good." It's also a particularly good way to ignore the execution that she had vehemently not attended even though all of her friends had elected to go. She had seen the discomfort amongst them upon their return proving to her that her decision not to go had been the right one. Hilda waves a hand, gesturing vaguely to the books around them. "I stopped in here on a whim, really. I'm not planning on wearing books to tomorrow evening's gala."

Casting a curious glance towards him and the set of books they're in front of her, Hilda figures she can hazard a guess as to why Wylan is here. "Are you going to play for us tomorrow evening?"