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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] mobezon 2023-04-25 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
{ truthfully, louis is a rather private individual. he recognizes he needs others to sustain a life in solvunn, but beyond that it doesn't hurt to get to know what will most likely end up his neighbors on some level. it's familiar, like a second instinct that he long ago learned to hone when he'd needed it when storyville had been thriving. although, the red-light district is wholeheartedly different, and he's long let go of such expositive notions.

it's a different vibe, as they say. }


Ah, right. I suppose there are only three of us, which means I'm in. { the fact that he got enough nominations left him slightly astonished, considering he had exposed his nature. sometimes people still have a way of truly surprising the vampire who considered death boring up until he arrived. his mindset might be shifting. he gets up from sitting, realizing he's been on the ground. }

Thank you. I don't want what happened to some of us to happen to anyone else again. Please, come inside.

{ there's a platform in the middle of the tent and a mirror, along with a table of assortments he'll consult if needed. he does regard her request, although he might need to encourage further information. louis likes to be on point. he gives her a sheepish grin. }

My star? Pardon. What aspect are you referring to?
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[personal profile] thearchangel 2023-04-25 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Hah. And here I was, worried they went too short.

[It's less of a laugh than he'd normally give, but he'll blame his face hurting for that. Nice to see someone roll with the lines. Handshakes are always a little awkward with humans and turians - he's learned though. Don't try and thread fingers. Just grip.]

Spin, step, all of the above. I had it until they started calling out dances... [Frankly, the only one he knows with any vague familiarity is the tango. And, really, the Shepard Shuffle.] But more practice never hurts, if you're offering.
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[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-25 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
The angel's laser focused on improving his execution of this human tradition. Once he's taken a task on, he's stubbornly committed to seeing it through, and he's always had a petulant streak that's indignantly unsatisfied when bad at something. Regardless of how thoroughly Dean Winchester may point out he's out of his depth (maybe even because of it).

He listens to Obi-wan explain, holding his eyes, except when he fumbles and casts a grouchy frown down at his feet, like they've personally offended him. Though his dance partner's light-hearted chuckling does lift some of his severity, a hint of a smile curving at the corner of Castiel's lips. There's an honest and uncomplicated joy to the man that's infectious, difficult to deny. It softens the anxiety to do it right, and relaxes Cas into taking guidance by the rhythm, and his companion, allowing the grasp on control to loosen. This isn't Sam, Dean or Jo, acutely aware of his distant and recent history and woes. He isn't saving lives or thwarting evil here, he's just stepping about in metered patterns, enjoying the warmth and reassurance of human contact. It's fun.

And then the tone shifts, and Obi-wan slips behind him somewhere, Cas tracking his position through the hand on his hip, the radiating heat from the Jedi's chest flush to Castiel's back. This is... different. Synapses spark up and fire along old neural pathways, be it pheromones or a hypersensitive, nearly atrophied base human instinct reacting to the stimuli of intimate contact with another body. The whisper at his ear, brush of Obi-wan's lips, and warm air danced across his neck triggers sensitive nerve endings, that tingling, electric pulse creeping back again. Castiel did not wake up this day prepared to be sensually spooned mid-tango in the middle of a swanky festival, with Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi's voice deep and rich at ear, vibrating against his back, while whispering clandestine diplomatic strategy. Perhaps George Lucas was just unskilled in writing subtly, gracefully, probably unintentionally alluring men, but he doesn't remember this in the films. He won't be thrown by it, and continues on, trusting Obi-wan's instruction.

"I see. It's a clever tactic, hiding your affairs in plain sight with others distracted. I've noticed the, um. Amorosity." Amory? Amorousness? Human languages are silly, but there are already several other dancing couples clearly needing to be bonked and sent to horny jail in the crowd. They somehow gracefully stroll through, without nudging or bumping another soul, however distracted they are by hormones and an intoxicated lack of inhibition. He leans when told to, curious but trusting. When Cas feels an invisible force at his shoulders and chest, easing him down, helping a knee to bend just so, the other to stretch, and gently lifting him back into the Jedi's embrace, he has a distinct suspicion Obi-wan's responsible for their unfettered path.

"Thank you." Perhaps the intimacy and sensation are simply part of the practice, something meant to go along, enrich, and motivate the dance. As he grows more sure of the steps, Cas decides to loosen his grip on policing his vessel. Let it do what it will, he can't control it much at this point anyway. After a while, he's observed some more complicated moves from other dancers, and decides to be a bit more involved. As they finish one sequence, Cas lifts their hands to twirl Obi-wan under his arm, the hand on his shoulder guiding him through, before pulling him back in, solidly flushed to his chest, with voice hushed between them. "What delicate matters do you propose we discuss with this dance?"
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[personal profile] obiwanofthosedays 2023-04-25 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Now that is something which which I have an unfortunate amount of experience." His chuckle is soft, his smile wry but- he refuses to have this moment of peace, of lively joy dimmed by thoughts of his overworked, overwrought past.

"Back home a great deal of my time was spent teaching, training, or in study. Having a proper occupation has done much to fill my days, but I still find myself unaccustomed to this much free time. For me it's- an adjustment. For you? I hope you are able to find something that brings you both joy and peace." For a balanced life is a serene, healthy life. Work and play, calm and harmless chaos both.
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[personal profile] obiwanofthosedays 2023-04-25 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Pair that with the fact that a great many beings assume we do not drink, swear, or engage in frivolity due to the nature of our connection to the Force and our vocation; it can provide an excellent opportunity to...tease the local politicians." To say he's above using those assumptions to his advantage or shocking the opposition by being distinctly unruffled in situations that call for cultural exchanges or dances like this would be quite untrue. One uses every tool in their kit to ensure a mission is successful, and the more means Obi-Wan has on hand to do so without having to resort to violence? The better. Though it's difficult to think of those missions and moments while in the middle of teaching someone that learns things very quickly, adapts mid movement, and matches him stride for stride.

It almost brings to mind sparring with Anakin, though there's ever that disparity in experience and intention. With Castiel? Despite his unfamiliarity he's cottoned on to the vibe more or less instantly.

Considering he's a vibration of celestial intent riding a willing, limiting host, the notion prompts another quiet huff of laughter at his own internal joke while he steps through the spin, turning in until they're close. Elbow high, eyes locked, Lips a breath apart Obi-Wan hums. "I suppose we could discuss whether or not you've had much success in looking for your friend? Or- if you were among the number that were kidnapped? Because I spoke to one of those that were in the pit and he had a most troubling vision he shared with me."

Which is, well. Both delicate, heavy, and something that might ruin the pleasant evening- but he hasn't heard anything of anyone else having similar visions- or at least if they had? They weren't talking about it. If Castiel knew others and was better known among the Summoned, perhaps he knew more? Or could find answers.

His grip and weight shifts, turning them in a pivot, guiding Castiel down into a mutual lunge to avoid the passing arms of a flailing couple going at it with no little vigor, brow quirked at their 'Amorocity', as Castiel so neatly put it.

"Alternatively we can leave that morbid business for another time and you could explain why you looked so plaintively at the worn tan garment you'd left behind on a chair when I invited you to dance?"
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[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-25 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ michael does actually, frustratingly, make a good point, and doesn't that just suck. cas blinks rapidly, shakes his head, and tries to formulate a logical reply but it really just draws out the point too well. in that, it wasn't really why he went with metatron. one of the merger justifications he fed himself, but not the root of it.

not the winchesters, though, no. this stupid mistake was entirely his own foolishness. sweet, dumb angel indeed. ]


He offered a way to make amends. To... fix Heaven.

[ fix what cas broke of heaven. and cas trusted him because he wanted so badly to believe it was true, still so hung up on penance. and what good has any of that recompense done him or heaven?

somehow that saccharine, half backwards compliment feels worse than the croutons bit. fucking sucks when lucifer's right, doesn't it? ]


I'm fairly certain our Father isn't listening anymore.
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[personal profile] unwings 2023-04-25 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
The morbid line of questions does sober him, but the seriousness of it aids to bleed building tension into the dance. He doesn't lose step, let's it act as a therapy, a syringe drawing it out of him. the dull ache it inspires between his shoulders, twisting in his stomach, the tightness in his chest. If emotion builds in the body tissue, action should be able to work it free just as well. It likely doesn't go unnoticed that Cas skips over the question about his friend, the subject still too much of an fresh, stinging wound he's refused to let close. But the recent group trauma, somehow that's easier, more distant. Torture is an old companion Castiel's had experience at both ends of.

"The pit, yes. I was there." It's hard to be anything but genuine when this close into another's space, sharing air, moving as a synchronized unit, more a single generation of energy and heat. He sinks down into the mutual lunge, pausing to let the excited couple pass overhead. "Which vision did they share? The dark figure, the ascension visions, or the melding flesh? The last was at least partially real."

Several of the natives ended up disgustingly contorted and fused with the horrific mass of bodies twisted melted together at the base of the altar. Cas discusses it frankly, clinically. After you've battled through hell at its worse, it's hard to be moved by anything. But even the ritual shook him, truth be told. They use each other's strength to counter balance rise to their feet together, focus bringing Cas to sync up even to Obi-wan's breathing.

"If you wish, I can show you the visions directly, in the Horizon." They carry out another routine of steps, before Cas guides Obi-wan to twist under his arm again, though keeps hold of his hand to cross the Jedi's arms over torso, held with his back to Castiel's chest. They take a few twirling steps locked together before Cas spins him back out, drawing together close enough their foreheads brush, and they can lean one temple to the other's.

"The trench coat." A huff of air around a small smile sends a breeze against Obi-wan's ear, almost a laugh. Childish as it may be, it's something like a security blanket for him. Back home, it came everywhere with him, his defining trait to most (besides talking like a robot and being obsessed with the winchesters, apparently). It was armor as much as it was comfort. With Dean gone, it helps to have a piece of something so familiar. "Nostalgia, I suppose. At home, I had a similar coat. I rarely took it off."
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[personal profile] obiwanofthosedays 2023-04-25 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
As a matter of principle, Obi-Wan keeps his awareness of the emotions around him at a distance, layering himself in shield upon shield to preserve the privacy of his own mind and the sanctity of thought and emotion of other sentients. Their lives, external and internal, are their own. Simply because he is able to peruse does not mean it is right for him to do so without permission. Even several glasses of wine in and pressed so close the low buzz of attraction and distant, mild arousal (purely physiological reactions to extended physical contact with a compatible partner, nothing he takes to be an invitation or mark upon his person) fizzes between their clasped palms like bees thrumming in a hive-

Obi-Wan keeps his mind to himself.

But the sheer depth of that emotional pain- that worry, that sense almost of a limb lost startled Obi-Wan into sobriety; his brows pinching, his concerned gaze upon his friend's expression. No luck in the search, apparently, and that is troubling. Neither here nor in the Horizon-

Castiel moves past to a different subject, and Obi-Wan follows, shifting from leading the dance (Castiel has learned enough to manage) to following as he's directed, turning under his arm and leaning back against Castiel's chest with a faint frown. There's a distinct absence of emotional resonance tied to the mention of the pit- meaning whatever horrors there were? Castiel's not only familiar with such difficulties and trauma, he is seasoned against them.

As a celestial wavelength, these events might land differently, but-

Questions for another time.

"He showed me a drawing of what he saw- the acolytes allegedly called it a gift? A triangular structure before three moons- one crescent, two full- before a field of...bodies floating in stasis behind. Considering all I've heard, I assume them to be corpses. I'll share the image with you in the Horizon; I've some experience with interpreting these things." Which is distinctly a distressing and not at all enjoyable thought for the levity of the situation, he's finding that despite himself?

His vibe has been harshed.

Not enough to put him out of harmonious resonance with Castiel- but switching to the Trench Coat? That's a lighter topic. Lighter still may be a twist, turning in Castiel's embrace as he considers the tan bulk that is a comfort and his mind goes to his own earthen robes, lost to him outside of the Horizon. "I know something of what that's like- hold firm, please."

Gentle instruction as he's offered with nudges of his hands, his hips, and the Force when required; though now as he's following and there is space enough? The hand not clasped tightly in Castiel's skims up to his shoulder, one leg sliding in between Castiel's thighs, hooking around as he leans close and turns with his partner, trusting the hand at the small of his back to hold him in place as they pivot. "And, lean forward-"

As he arches backward, head tilted, throat bared in supplication, held in position by the grip of his own thighs around Castiel's leg and the solidity of the hand holding him in a graceful curve while the music wells and lilts around them. His calloused fingers clasped with Castiel's tap idly in time with the music, two, three four before he lifts himself and turns with a rakish, deeply pleased smile. "That certainly impressed a few locals; we're doing wonders for your reputation."
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-25 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[talk about money and privilege always leave wanda feeling some kind of way. how many times did she and her brother struggle to make it by, during the war? before and after they became orphans?

it was but a blessing in disguise, the fact that she never again needed money, the avengers looking after her every want and need. solvunn is just an extension of that, favoring to barter and hardly using any coin to work through the economy.

but someone who can recognize their privilege in their financial wealth is better than most others who deny it and try to pretend that they, too, have it hard.]


Sure.

[she doesn't mind the company, by any means, and smiles lightly at him as he takes a seat.]

—I take far too many naps. [it's not a lie; there's plenty of free time in solvunn.] I appreciate that we don't really have a set schedule we're expected to follow. I'll stay awake tonight, but I know tomorrow I can sleep most of the morning.

[besides, there's someone she really likes talking to through their singularity-connection who is a bit of a night owl, keeping odd hours. but she nods as he expresses he won't be staying for too long now. daytime, the sun, all that—]

I can bring you a basket with leftovers if you want to try out what they put together. [she grins a little, but then her expression softens. louis was one of those who had been abducted last month.] How are you doing?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-25 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[honestly, wanda doesn't blame any of the survivors from the pit deciding not to come. their world had been grim and devoid of light for a long time, for them to witness this would certainly have been worse for their psyche.

(and then there's henry, who was more than fascinated by it. but he's a weirdo.)

jesper approaches her by the fire, and they fall into a comfortable silence. the guy is tall enough that it makes it even more comfortable for her to lean against him and have her head land by his shoulder. her hands are so tightly curled, the anger she felt over what happened still boiling inside her. none of it was fair, and she doesn't know if this makes any of it better. tragedy is always followed by scars and trauma that dig deep into one's heart and soul. she's angry that this is just another extra thing her loved ones will have to bear, and there's nothing she can actively do to fix it. jesper holding onto her? it helps her ease her fists a little.]


Who's been saying that?

[ugh, are the news spreading about her pact... wanda shakes her head.]

—I just did what needed to be done.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-25 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[wanda kind of realizes that the moment she hears michael's words, she's already doomed to a fate where she will, inevitably, have a flower crown on her head. he has the advantage of being taller, the advantage of walking up from behind her, likely spent time of his plotting against her (—so dramatic—) while he tied the plants and flowers together.

the giggling and cheering of the scattering girls speaks of michael's success on his mission, as wanda turns around with a cold look in her eyes—especially considering he's already got a flower crown of his own, so it's not like she can return the favor.]


I didn't realize you were such a stickler for tradition that wasn't your own.

[not that she imagines he had much of anything he could call 'tradition' as it were. the cold look on her eyes quickly thaws, giving way to a more familiar petulant kind of pout on her lips.

the flower crown will remain on her head, for now. with a bit of a huff, she crosses her arms.]


Josie convinced you to come here?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-25 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It's already been tangled twice.

[thank you for your feedback, henry. wanda is fully aware that her skill level is subpar when it comes to this particular kind of fishing, and she refuses to make use of her magic to make herself 'good' at it.

instead, she sits down on her haunches over the rock and sets the rod down, pulling at the wet fishing line out of the water with both her hands. once she sees the hook, she grabs at the rod and starts winding the line around the piece that's meant to hold the line tightly against the wooden rod.]


I'm getting the gist of it.
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[personal profile] soothsighs 2023-04-25 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)

( Perhaps it was foolish of him, but Urianger had not expected their game to begin quite so immediately. Thancred takes his hand in his own, flashes him a look that immediately puts to bed any ideas of him being "hardly the roguish young charmer he once was" — a fine wine with a little age under its belt, perhaps, and all the more robust for it. His own mischievous expression slips ever so slightly as surprise brightens his eyes—

Followed by the beginnings of a deep red flush that settles into the tips of his ears when his lips meet the back of his hand.

Twelve forfend, but perhaps this was a bad idea after all.

Still. It's too late for him to pretend his suggestion was all in jest — and besides, giving Thancred the satisfaction of such a quick win would likely lead to it being held over him for a good long while. Instead, Urianger swallows once before effecting his very best "haughty Sharlayan Forum member" impersonation, albeit one warmed by the champagne and the deep fondness he holds for his friend.
)

Well, considering thou hast the look of a gentleman ...

( Urianger tilts his head as though considering the offer — as though his partner being suitably "gentlemanly" is really something he'd consider — before allowing his hand to relax into Thancred's with a nod. )

'Twould be my pleasure. Prithee lead the way, Master ... ?

( The red doesn't leave his ears — but then it didn't when Moenbryda would hug or hold or tease him either, however back then he had the good fortune of his upper body and face being ninety percent covered. Still, he seems committed to the bit, and before Thancred can respond he offers an easy follow-up: )

Thou mayest call me Urianger.

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[personal profile] beautifullies 2023-04-25 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, raising a child, going to medical school. Then completing my residency and becoming one of the top surgeons in my field.

[ She isn't attempting a brag; those achievements cost her. And Claire doesn't mind sharing, either; she trusts that if she ever bumped into a topic he didn't want to speak of, he would tell her. Just as she would let him know, but there isn't much she wouldn't discuss at this point. She enjoys Michael and considers him a trustworthy friend. ]

I suppose I could have made time.

[ She could have made time for a lot of things. Her two wedding rings seem to glint a little as she grinds what she has for him so far in her mortar and pestle. ]

But I wasn't living where I wanted to be, either. I was in Boston, my daughter was born there and it was her home, but it was never really mine. Too noisy and crowded, too much cement and not enough green.
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2023-04-25 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh yes, she's definitely well-hidden behind him, and if Sephiroth deigned to remain standing as he was--facing forward, unmoving--then her hiding spot would be near perfect.

But as he stands there, he listens to her explanation with a slowly, slowly raising brow. And then... he turns. Hard to hide when it's clear that this man is talking to someone, angling his head down to look at her.]


And if they don't? If they remain looking for you for the rest of the evening, hoping against hope that you'll say "yes" to another dance?

[Blandly, arms crossing again:]

Are you just going to stay hidden behind me the whole time?
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[personal profile] catholica 2023-04-25 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Kind of pro bono.

( he pauses and the laughs. )

We've taken payment in muffins before.
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[personal profile] gynvael 2023-04-25 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The usual indeed. One could throw a rock and strike several places to drink, though finding a tavern that doesn't serve watered-down piss is a different matter. As of late, he's preferred Libertas—avoiding the Summoned who converge at the Sarstina in Cadens.

He escapes the alleyway, and they spill onto a wider open street. No less crowded. A horse clips by with a cart full of decorations.

"Geralt." There's only a handful Julie takes to; it makes Abby a source of curiosity. She looks younger than Ciri, older than Rinwell. Must've arrived fairly recent. "You're staying at the inn?"
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[personal profile] sorser 2023-04-25 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] sorser 2023-04-25 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[The night drags on, and the dance continues. Stephen is not man who is ever deep in his cups—at least, no longer—though to say he hasn’t indulged now and again with dark, generous servings of wine would be a flat-out lie at this point. Even so, the buzz is nice. It warms him in his chest, flushing out all the way to his limbs — after everything they’ve all been through, certainly he deserves to drink a little more graciously than he has since his arrival in Abraxas.

And while he is not quite a wallflower, he isn’t a social butterfly, either. He walks that line somewhere in-between, but as the hours crawl forth, he finds himself a little more sociable where he might have been reserved before. Approaching familiar faces; even striking up conversation that has nothing to do with the state of the world, or magic, or the university here in Hayle.

When he spots Thancred at a distance, of course he crosses over to him, half-empty wine glass in hand.]


There you are. Thought you had skipped out for a moment.

[He’s wearing something akin to this, by the way, just in darker hues of navy. Peak sorcerer vibes tonight.]
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[personal profile] sorser 2023-04-25 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He could spend all day here, really, nestled away in some corner of Hayle University, losing himself in the books that are available to the public, or some of the more prominent displays, shown off behind gleaming plates of glass. And he might, really, unless eventually reminded that he should probably prepare for the upcoming gala — that he hasn’t anything but his “working” sorcerer’s robes, the usual navy--with a splash of patchwork crimson his cloak lends--not quite “fancy” enough to qualify.

But who can think of the gala at a time like this? When he’s found the Arcana exhibit, so many different cards propped up beneath their glass cases. Intricately carved, or meticulously inked, foiled in gold, the artistry like nothing else.

He doesn’t even afford a glance to his companion when he says-]


Do you have these in your world?
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[personal profile] itookashot 2023-04-25 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesper knows very well that Wylan's had a particularly shitty life. Proof that being rich doesn't actually protect someone from misery. He hates few people more than Jan Van Eck. He is still a little surprised when Wylan kisses him since they've been careful about that, but he is never against Wylan kisses. He knows it's more a gratitude thing and it's gentle since they're in public. He puts his hands on Wylan's hips though afterward, lingering before releasing him.

"I know," Jesper says quietly. He knows that Wylan's never gotten gifts because eventually he started to do it in their year together. It never really felt as good as this though, because it was using Wylan's own money. Now that he has money of his own, the gift feels more real.

"Come with me, let me show you something." Jesper knows Libertas fairly well having been here off and on for months now. He tugs playfully at Wylan's sleeve instead of taking his hand though. They're still navigating all these details. "I'm going to make you clothes soon. Special clothes." Jesper's Durast training means he can now make corecloth. Everyone in his life he worries about has a version. Mostly all chest pieces, but the Crows get more.

He takes him down the artist alley which is visually very interesting, pointing out a particular sculpture on display. "A while back, we all got together and helped empty out dangerous metals from the mines. A fellow made it into this. I think it's sweet." And it's a nice gesture about something the Summoned did as a team, to make the world better.
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[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-04-25 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[That earns a grin.]

Hey, muffins are a valuable commodity. I think I'd accept being paid in muffins at least once an' awhile.

[A pause.]

Though I guess it depends what kinda' muffins they were.

[This is important.]
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[personal profile] itookashot 2023-04-25 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not. I love attention." Considering what he's wearing and his general personality, that probably isn't a shock. The fact he owns it might be a little more surprising. He can see the roll of her eyes but also that she smiles, which means his little compliment got through all the same.

"It's true. I'm sorry to say, there is a lot of shit that could happen. Sometimes the best thing to do is just roll with it as best as you can." Jesper tries to do that with every one of them, and about half he's managed with no struggle. The heralds were the first thing that really messed him up. Now this one. It seems like any time a god is involved it sucks more.

"Yes, she throws huge Halloween parties, and everyone is expected to dress up. In the Horizon you can look like anything." It's fun that way. "I dressed up as other Summoned, including Julie herself. Pink hair, dress, giant heels, everything." Making Julie laugh loudly after her having a rough month was definitely worth the pain in his feet. "They also threw a big fancy dinner, something about thanks, and a pool party for July." Thanksgiving and 4th of July.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2023-04-25 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's reached the point in the night when the gala is slowly beginning to wind down with some already turning in to return to their rooms. Thancred has had a better time than he would have expected between watching the performances of his fellow Summoned, indulging in some playful dancing with a good friend, and yes, the spirits. He's had a few glasses of sparkling and red wine by now, enough to add some additional color to his cheeks.

After a month of nonstop worrying about those who'd been abducted, though, it is nice to have a night like this.

However, Thancred hasn't forgotten how a similar gathering like this turned out in Nocwich, and so he has opted to stay until the gala officially ends and they're kicked out of the ballroom. All seems well thus far, but that could change at a moment's notice.

It's not that surprising that Stephen is also still here, and Thancred would even suspect it's for the same reason. He nods to him as he steps over. He'd spotted him at a distance a few times over the course of the night, but seeing him up close like this means he can properly appreciate his outfit choice. ]


Someone's cutting a fine figure tonight.

[ His own outfit is nothing quite so colorful, but he wears it well. Thancred holds up his glass to Stephen, then drains the last of it, the wine going down smoothly. ]

But no, I think I'll see this out until the end. Not that it would have been difficult to track me down either way. We were assigned a shared room at the inn, I'll remind you.
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[personal profile] restingstitchface 2023-04-25 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Conversations and revelry. Both obscure the murmur forced from his lips, his shoulder recoiling in gentle fashion. He attempts to redirect his energy into being productive. Hands clasp together and flatten his stomach. Prim, proper, graceful and poised. He lifts his chin and looks across the dancefloor.

"No. I think everybody is interesting."

Being a scholar of the mind, there is opportunity to learn from everyone inside the crowd. He laughs lightly at some novel joke. All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.

"Though some are more interesting than others." He gestures a hand. "Not that I intend rudeness. We are all different people; naturally we gravitate towards personalities that match."

Ergo, some are indeed more interesting than others.