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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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Banquet OTA

[personal profile] the_keeper 2023-04-17 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sabine has never been to anything this fancy before, which is par for the course since waking up on a new planet and immediately being moved into a real castle, too. She picked a simple but elegant dress and let some of the styling assistants decide what to do with her hair for her.

She tries a little bit of each dish that gets passed out for the extended dinner and makes pleasant small talk, introducing herself to those seated near her. There's polite clapping for the performances. She's attentive throughout them all, and if she's only met two of them at this point, she still makes a note to congratulate them before the night is out.
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closed to altaïr | the free cities

[personal profile] monomachy 2023-04-17 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Before the festivities have actually ended, Diana heads back towards the inn where she's staying for the duration of the celebration. She's still trying to sort through her feelings regarding the execution and subsequent gala; she understands why the people would find closure in Josselyn Creed's death, but she still can't bring herself to agree with the decision.

She expects the room to be empty when she returns, believing Altaïr would still be scouting the city or perhaps enjoying the offerings in the market at this hour. She pushes through the door with a sigh, the tension that has been drawn through her shoulders all day finally dropping once she's out of the public eye. She presses one hand to her forehead, taking a deep breath and attempting to center herself.
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Wildcard OTA

[personal profile] the_keeper 2023-04-17 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
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i Libertas

[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-17 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Truly, Viktor?

[But the appropriate wrench is still placed into his waiting hand all the same. Caitlyn, already fully ready for the party, is far too amused that she's found him here. Though, it's not like it took a detective of her skill to deduce he'd be here.]

I'd say mind your clothes, but it wouldn't be the first event you or Jayce has attended with something on them. [A pause, as Caitlyn reflects on the past fondly.] Or myself for that matter, come to think of it. Sometimes I wonder, if science is secretly contagious.

[As Jayce's self proclaimed assistant for many years, there might have been an event or three where she's attended parties with bits of Jayce's projects on her attire. Or just... not been able to attend at all on at least one of those occasions.]
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HAYLE -- Entertainment

[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-17 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ he had been surprised that his request to perform at the banquet was accepted so readily. especially when he stated that he wished to perform the music in the elvish tongue. he steps onto the stage, unperturbed and quietly begins the elvish hymn "A Elbereth Gilthoniel" in sindarin. his voice washes over you, bringing forth a calm and sweetness and you might find your gaze turning to the stars, that seem to shine all the brighter under him.

when he finishes, the last note trailing into the air, a profound sadness seems to linger and then vanish. he bows before stepping down from the stage. ]
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ii

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
And you weren't even there to see it end.

[Alucard is aware that in his quiet moments, his mind keeps going back to the execution and the magic involved. Of what invoking gods, real ones, not the Christian one, is like. The magic was horrifying and haunting and deeply effective to watch. No part of him is curious about the technicalities involved, only the wandering question of what his father might make of it. Because his father would absolutely make something of everything.

He remembers Viktor's party presence in Ikorr, and it is why Alucard gravitates towards him now. A safe outlet to make it look like he's being social, without either of them having to do much.]


The sphere's quite good.
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HAYLE -- Dancing

[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-17 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's not sure how he feels about celebrations, especially so soon after a great tragedy and painful event, but elrond cannot begrudge these people their time to laugh, to live, to enjoy. even though he finds himself listlessly wandering about. but he will approach you with a warm smile and a bow. ]

May I have this dance?
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HAYLE -- Stargazing

[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ it is kind for their hosts to let the party go late into the night. it means no one looks askance as he slips out to the balcony for a little solitude. he wraps his arms around himself as elrond looks up to the night sky.

it had surprised him, actually. to know there was still an evening star, even here. he hadn't expected there to be one. and logically, he knows it cannot be his father, carrying the simaril across the night . . . he likes to believe it is. he likes to think his father can see him anywhere.

when someone approaches, he glances at them with a smile. ]


Do you have a favourite star?
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Norman Jayden | Free Cities

[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-04-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Starters below! My plotting comment is here, and please feel free to ping me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] amiasha or Discord at #Ami8741.]
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Libertas -- Market (OTA)

[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-04-17 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[With absolutely no desire to see an execution, it had been very easy to decide to ignore that invitation. The invitation to the gala had required more consideration, and it was only the day before the event that he finally chose to attend after all.

Still, the first day he mostly keeps to himself in his room at the Inn, showing up for the evening gathering to hear what the officials have to say and then soon retreating once again. However, the next morning is different; genuinely curious about the city and determinedly resolving not to waste the opportunity to learn a bit more about this world, he's decided he's going to spend the day out and about for the first time since he'd learned how to access the Horizon.

Although not usually particularly interested in shopping, the market is too incredible not to be drawn in by it. He has plans to buy some clothes for the gala but barely has the first idea of where to start on that, and so it's easy to get distracted by the smaller things like enchanted trinkets. He's playing with a small glass orb filled with a glowing mist that's currently dark blue but supposed to change colors depending on the holder's mood--Jayden's pretty sure it's just as accurate as an actual mood ring, but doesn't say so considering the merchant is watching--when he notices another Summoned, and he holds the orb out to them.]


Here, see if you get a different color.

[He can also be found just wandering about the rest of the market, pondering clothingtrinkets, and politely trying to dissuade a merchant who's trying to convince him to test out the eyedrops.]
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Libertas -- Gala (OTA)

[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-04-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels very strange to be at a party.

It isn't that it's terrible or anything, just strange. Celebrating survival after a terrible event is certainly not an unusual concept, but despite the whole idea being both familiar and making sense, it still feels... Unwarranted, perhaps. Presumptuous. Hollow?

But exploring why he feels that was is something that Jayden has no intention of doing, instead taking the opportunity to learn more about this world and its people, as well as the other Free Cities Summoned. He still hasn't met all that many of them, and most of those he has met he mostly knows from the pit, so this is chance to get to know them in something much closer to normal life.

He'd ended up choosing clothes on the simpler side, not interested in dressing up, blowing all the money on clothes alone, or on buying an outfit that would only by suitable for formal events, and so he'd ended up with a grey suit somewhat similar to his favorite style at home. Aside from the visible chain of a pocket watch, the vest was the only bit of flair he'd let himself be talked into, the material a silky brocade of silvery-lavender, and it's too warm to actually wear the coat or gloves, so those are draped over the back of his chair. Physically he had almost completely healed, so aside from the lingering exhaustion and weight he still needs to put back on, the only reminders of the ordeal a few weeks earlier are the bandages that might occasionally be glimpsed peeking out of his left sleeve.

He spends most of the time just observing, watching the entertainment and listening to people talk, although his attention keeps drifting and he finds himself wishing he was back at the Inn, or more specifically, back in the Horizon. But he shakes those thoughts off for now; there will be plenty of time for the Horizon later.

He can be found lurking at or near his assigned seat at the table, or out pacing around the park in a fit of nervous energy. At one point he decides to give some of the drinks a try, and although he's very practiced at drinking, one of the hard liquors is shockingly strong and he can't help but end up having a small coughing fit. As soon as he recovers, he remarks to anyone else sampling the drink selection--]


Have you tried this stuff yet?

[Later, once things have quieted down toward the end of the night, Jayden takes a moment to investigate the memorial mosaic in the center of the garden. At first he's just curious about the piece, but upon reading one of the plaques, the weight of the piece and what it represents settles in more heavily. These are memories, each of the little mementos and tributes placed there by someone who had lost someone or something in the attack, and he wonders if there might've been any left for the people who never returned from the most recent tragedy.

It isn't the first time he's thought about those who hadn't made it out, even if he's been desperately trying to avoid doing so. How many of them have people missing them? How many don't? How many were never even noticed to be gone, and have no one to remember them?

Impulsively, Jayden pulls the small orb of glowing mist--now and even deeper, more somber blue--from his pocket, and adds it to the mosaic. Just as the plaque promised, the objects shift, incorporating the new addition seamlessly into the collection. He watches them for a few moments, sighs quietly to himself, and turns to leave.

And then it's raining?

Only it's not, or at least not in general; it's raining only on him. A tiny little raincloud is hovering over his head, which he stares up at for several seconds before asking no one in particular--]


What the fuck?
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Wildcard (OTA)

[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-04-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Surprise me!]
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General Settlement Nonsense | OTA

[personal profile] satanicpanics 2023-04-17 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Around the Settlement

[ The Secondary Settlement is…absolutely very Solvunn, that much is for sure. There’s not much to do if you’re not into goats, but you can find Eddie wandering throughout the weekend. You may catch him strumming quietly on his guitar throughout the first day, or leaning over the fence of one of the paddocks, trying to urge Isar Hart to name his sheep Baphomet.

Eddie ordinarily wouldn’t even mention the gods; better to ignore them completely than to risk offending the Solvunn natives by accidentally revealing you really don’t know what to make of their gods and find their existence sort of terrifying, but if you’re quick, you might even catch Eddie making an offering at one of the shrines.

He even seems to be contemplating fishing at some point, even going as far as to grab a rod, having briefly gotten it into his mind that it’s what his uncle probably would have liked to see. But he grimaces when he peers into the pond and immediately hands the rod off to someone else with a, “yeah, no, absolutely not”.
]


Outfit preparations

[ Eddie is all about looking flashy, but he’s really not one for the whole formalwear thing, and he’s grateful for Solvunn’s general lenience on the matter. Most of his flamboyance tends to come from his hair and jewelry, and if it were up to him, he’d still be wearing the same beaten leather jacket he wore for years back home, but alas, the Horizon is the only place he can still get his hands on that.

He’s let someone, likely a child, braid red ribbons through his wild hair just for kicks, and if he looks ridiculous, he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it at all. He’s picked out a handful of large silver rings, one on each finger, and all that’s left is the outfit potion of things.
]

Alright. Big question, here. Black?

[ He holds up one simple black ensemble that's been offered to him by the locals. ]

Or, uh, black?

[ And another simple black ensemble that looks almost identical. His wide grin is a telltale sign that, yes, he is aware they look exactly the same. ]
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Gala performance | OTA

[personal profile] satanicpanics 2023-04-17 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie will be first and the loudest to tell you how little he enjoys a party, and he would have absolutely skipped this gala entirely if he weren’t granted the opportunity to do what he loves to do most: perform.

He’s used to performing in the dim, musty confines of dive bars with audience numbers in the single digits. Solvunn isn't big, but it's bigger than that, and he puts as time and effort as he can manage into making an enjoyable show. There's really nothing to celebrate, so Eddie's darker brand of music makes for a good fit. If you come from a world or time similar to his own, you may recognize most of the songs he performs as covers, but he winds his way through a handful of original compositions that make him desperately miss his bandmates from home. To his own ears, everything sounds thinner without a rhythm section, and there are moments where he longs for backup vocals.

But he is his own biggest critic, and the show must go on. It just appears as though his solos career has come about a little sooner than intended. It’s just him and an acoustic guitar that’s been enchanted to sound as close to an electric as magic will allow, and honestly? It’s not bad. It’s loud and noisy and his energy is off the charts, and it’s clear less than halfway through the first song that this is Eddie Munson in his element.

He’s quite the performer, and he’d play forever if they let him, whether the audience likes it or not, but he’s only been allotted a set amount of time, so he ultimately takes his bow and trudges offstage. Feel free to find him guzzling as much water as he can find after that riveting performance.
]
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Wildcard | OTA

[personal profile] satanicpanics 2023-04-17 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Anything else! Feel free to find him in the tent, etc. ]
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wanda maximoff · solvunn

[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-17 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
OPEN & CLOSED STARTERS
WANDA'S PLOT COMMENT
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Nadine Cross | The Stand | Free Cities

[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-04-17 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Market Square

[Nadine is more than happy to have something to take her mind off the execution. While she's not against putting deserving offenders to death, the whole thing had been so theatrical and ritualized. She's learned not to trust godlike beings that revel in a spectacle of death.

But it's over and done with, and she's flush with coins and eager to try and shake off all of the grimness of the last couple of months. There's been so much. Why not indulge in some needless retail therapy? All the New Magic products are interesting, if nothing else.

She can be found moving through the various stalls and tables and carpets of items, stopping here and there. For a change, she looks nothing like she does when on the job. Gone is her practical black linen and cotton, replaced with a fanciful day dress. Her hair is loose rather than pinned on top of her head or held in a severe bun.]



Garden Feast

[Usually these sorts of things just feel like a bit of silly fun. This time it feels like something more. Nadine's proud of what she's done throughout the entirety of the crisis, and she likes the acknowledgement. So many of them had done so much, poured all of their strength and energy into every part of the rescue effort...

This celebration actually feels deserved.

Dressed in a white and gold gown that's a bit more daring than she usually wears out, she's doing her best to just enjoy the night. The food is amazing, the entertainment is stunning, and the location means a great deal to her. She knows how much Jaskier had put into it, how much it means to him. It's fitting, to hold this here.

While not the most social of butterflies, Nadine will be trying to mingle with the other Summoned. She'll happily chat with whoever she ends up sitting next to for the feast, and will hover at the edges of the dancefloor and watch the entertainment with interested curiosity.

Except when Jaskier performs, when she'll be right there at the edge of the stage, grinning up at him like a schoolgirl.]
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—EXECUTION [ OTA ]

[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-17 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[A. wanda approaches the altar area, finding the arch with 'the hanged man' arcana carved below it. at this point, she is past any skepticism when she is told she could put down an offering to appease the gods. nothing could really compare to a proper offering, but wanda kneels down nonetheless, pressing a hand to the carving for a moment of silence. then, she's pulling off one of the charms from her bracelet, letting it remain on the stone.

another time, she might approach someone else and offer some insight on what type of offering to give.]


Something small that you may have, like a snack. Anything that you'd be alright parting with, such as an earring or bracelet. Maybe some hair.

[yep... living in solvunn gives a person a skewed sense of what to leave behind.

B. the ritual which condemns josselyn to her fate is not all too dissimilar from what she has witnessed in her time in solvunn, in terms of killing animals to provide for food or to offer as sacrifice. thus, she does not flinch as the black sheep is pushed forward to the altar, anticipating what may become of it. there is neutrality in her expression, a tilt upwards of her chin, in recognition of solvunn's council members—that they would take responsibility for the wrongdoing of one of their own.

questions will arise from this ritual, how the chanting and the mist roll in, together with the figure of in the gloom, the way the sheep's skin coils unto josselyn's body.

what a cruel fate.

—but she should have thought better what her actions would result in. it is just punishment in her eyes. silence pervades afterwards. how could one deny the old god's existence and their lack of response towards solvunn with a display like this?

wanda nears the ritual fire when its lit, grabbing at one of the bones as they're instructed to do so should they desire it. she grazes over the surface of it with her thumb, imprints the sight of her arcana onto it. she no longer feels josselyn's presence with them; she is satisfied with the outcome. turning the bone over, the prints another arcana, 'the tower', to reminisce for the person who is not here with her to do so, waiting her turn to throw it into the fire.

C. she turns back now, ready to head back. this is now the time to speak a few words with her. otherwise, wanda will turn in time to see another summoned looking a little queasy. she reaches for them, stepping away from those filing to reach the portal, to ask with concern in her words,]


Are you alright?
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—SOLVUNN GALA [ OTA ]

[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-17 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
SURROUNDINGS

[A. wanda arrives the first day carrying a basket of pies and other freshly baked goods, setting the baskets down from the cart they were brought in with. she's trying to figure out the best way to get these from point A to point B. perhaps someone would be kind enough to lend her a hand, much as her hands are getting filled up with presents of cups and socks and tea to carry—certainly all things she's very appreciative of.

once settled within, B. she will leave her things inside the tent and explore much of what there is to offer in the secondary settlement. she had been here before, once, about four moons ago, but her visit had been short and quite straightforward. now, she gets to meet anew some old faces, like isar hart, and wonder at his most beautiful sheep. wanda puts a hand to its horns, gently, and is impressed by it, though she is quite noticeably a little hesitant about getting too close.

once isar has moved along with his sheep, wanda comments to another summoned as she steps on over towards the area with the flowers.]


He's really fond of animals, isn't he?

[there's his dog, and then the sheep... kind of nice to see such distinct personalities amidst the commune.

otherwise, her other haunt will be by C. the pond, where one of the kids has given her a rudimentary fishing rod for her to use. wanda has never done this, so is it any surprise that she struggle a little, standing by the edge of said pond, trying to get the casting right?]


—I can do it. [she protests, should someone come tell her to maybe take a break.] I've never done this before, but I want to try.
POTLUCK

No.

[A. wanda refuses to be convinced to go and get some flowers for her hair. she is quite stubborn in that regard, even if the young girls who hold at her hands try their very best to get that 'no' to become an 'alright'. maybe it's because she's been here before months ago, but their familiarity with her seems a little too friendly.]

You should put the flower crowns on your hair instead.

[and definitely not hers.

B. it is no secret at all that wanda prepared some of the baked goods brought in for the potluck. it's sentimental food to her, given that these are recipes she remembers (almost accurately) from home, from sokovia, and isn't there something meaningful about sharing her culture, keeping it alive, even if it won't mend anything at all?]


Do you like it? [she asks abruptly as she takes a seat beside someone who has decided to take a slice of the fruit pie she made. she's got a plate with a slice herself, too, halfway eaten, a cup of tea (thank you, claire) on her other hand.] I remember my mother's being so much tastier than this one, but I tried my best.

[ah, it's a childhood thing.]
NIGHT'S END

[wanda can't sleep.

she's been walking outside, trying to find some hot water and tea herbs to add to it. if nothing else, she can delight in some stargazing while having a hot cup of tea between her hands. once she finds a cup, she sits on a log, legs and feet tucked inward, pressing her lips to the rim of the cup. from her boots, the socks they were given as a gift stick out. the moon's a waxing crescent, barely illuminating the world below it.

makes looking up at the stars so much nicer, though.

wanda hears a sound approaching her, but she knows she's not the only one who can't (or is incapable of) sleep.]


I wonder if these constellations have a name.

[if they're different from those back home.]
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-17 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ He needs a break from the lights and sounds of the ballroom - apparently he's not the only one. Kahlil shoots Elrond a quick apologetic glance, meaning to find somewhere else to go, but then he asks that question. ]

I... haven't thought about it before. [ He shrugs, glancing up at the sky as he approaches the balcony. He's spoken to Elrond once before briefly at a mingle, introduced himself as Kyle, same as he does with everyone else. He mostly knows him as Wilhelm's roommate - someone the young man trusts. ]
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c.

[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-17 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ The ritual was strange and cruel. Maybe it's what Josselyn Creed deserved after what she'd done to the bodies and minds of the others, but it's not something he relishes watching (no more than he ever did watching witches and Fai'daum burn). His blood runs cold at the sight of the enormous winged creature, the vultures that follow. He's glad when it's over, except -

It might surprise the ones who know about his interest in the gods that "Kyle" doesn't step forward to mark a bone for the fire. Instead he stands out of the way, lingering near an outcropping of stone that hasn't had blood spilled on it today, somewhere near the portals.

At her voice he lifts his head, eyeless sockets and bones etched with runes flashing through his thoughts. The Issusha’im. The living bones. The Payshmura didn't make their relics out of wood or metal, they made them out of bone. He wants to learn about the Old and New Gods, but he belongs to another religion, another god. It's why he hesitates to be part of this ritual.

Maybe it's for the best that he didn't end up in Solvunn. ]


I'm fine. [ He doesn't manage a smile, not after what they just watched. ] Are you?
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[personal profile] familysucks 2023-04-17 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Summer.

[It's not a question Michael has considered before, but he's still quick to make up his mind. Uncertainty doesn't suit him.

He steps up to her setup, hands at his sides. To his credit, he recognizes the variety of dried leaves and flowers laid out as a starting point for tea blends. Wanda's very into the stuff. He'd expected a medically-oriented display on Claire's part, but perhaps she'd done enough of that in Nocwich last month. This is supposed to be an occasion for Solvunn new and old to relax.]


Is this how you always mix your tea?

[Michael has his head tilted like a curious bird, looking genuinely puzzled for once.]
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[personal profile] nomnoms 2023-04-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Surprisingly, Nanaue usually has a partner or two, and when that happens he tries to imitate their traditional dance moves. When he's by himself there's a lot more headbanging and grunting noises.

It's probably hard to miss the bipedal shark in the audience jamming out to Metallica.

Later near where the water is, Nanaue is sadly staring at a mug that looks too small in his large hand. ]
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EXECUTION OTA

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-04-17 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ The morning of the execution, it takes Julie twice as long to get ready as it normally does. It's an interesting conundrum, from a fashion standpoint -- on the one hand, it is an execution, but on the other, it's the execution of someone that she definitely wants dead. She's not entirely sure what color dress that calls for.

Ultimately, when she steps through the portal from Cadens, it's in cream, with a matching birdcage veil over the top half of her face. It's also with a soft straw basket she's filled with popcorn, each serving in its own paper bag. These are distributed amongst anyone who asks for one, and she's clearly brought enough to share.

After all, what's a show without a snack?

Once the mages begin the ceremony, she watches intently, her nose wrinkling slightly as they sacrifice the sheep. Of course she knows animal sacrifice is a thing, but it's not something she's accustomed to seeing right in front of her.

(As she watches the blood flow, the grass die, she can feel the Singularity rousing in her mind. It's always there now. It didn't always used to be there. It wakes slowly, seems to be curious about what's happening. She's not sure if it's reacting to the magic or to her own twisted pleasure in seeing this woman die.)

Only at the first snap of bone in the silence does she flinch, instinctively grabbing the hand of someone next to herself. The writhing mass on the altar is suddenly cast in the dark by the wings of the bird god, and then there is only the sound of fluttering wings and the wet tearing of flesh.

The bones are offered to the Summoned. For a long moment, she seems to hesitate, like she's making a decision. (The Singularity nudges her consciousness, questions until she explains, That's who took them away from us.) Then, almost impulsively, she walks toward the altar and takes a bone. Pausing, she looks at those around her.

Her head lowers and she writes on the bone, not an arcana, but a rough symbol made of two parallel lines, both curving inward near the top to form a circle. (Do it with me, she tells the Singularity, and there is a reassuring weight in her head, encouraging.) She holds the bone in one hand, touches it over her heart, then drops it into the flame.

Before she leaves, she'll make sure anyone she knows who's still present is all right. This was a lot. ]
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Abby Littman | Free Cities

[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-17 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Responses will match style as needed, if you want to wildcard me just reply to this top level. If you want to plot something Abby's Event plotting or just DM this journal or hit me up on Discord (PurpleRakath#9681).]
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