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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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Pub Crawl (Open)

[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-17 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
Abby’s exploration eventually found her at a tavern, still drunk on the freedom to actually go in and just buy herself a drink, she naturally made herself at home for a bit. She didn’t think this was what bars were like at home, not just the whole ‘weird ren faire aesthetic’ of it all. But she’d listened to a pair of guys debating the existence of the afterlife.

Drunk, yes, but surprisingly passionate and coherent. Which just didn’t seem to fit with what she knew of college bars. Not that- she’d been in any, but that feels like a huge omission if it wasn’t in any movies.

Abby had already found herself some clothes a little less- restrained, than that in Cadens. Finally with an outfit that showed off her stomach and arms the way she likes to in Spring. She’d picked a spot near the bar, but enough out of the way to not draw extra attention. But if anyone does actually stop to look at her she will smirk at them as she has zero idea how to make friends.
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Arts and Alleys (Open)

[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-17 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wellsbury didn’t have a lot of street art. Well, none, it had no street art. A bunch of the PTA busybodies like Norah’s mom were deeply concerned with how it would ‘send the wrong message.’ There were also anti-busking laws on the books too. Abby didn’t think too hard on it, other than the aggressive reinforcement and repainting that happened all the time.

Suddenly she felt like there should be more art in that stuffy ass town she called home. Abby let herself get lost staring at the various displays and taking the music. Wellsbury was quiet as a sales point. The bustle of people moving around, but that was it. Music and performance was amazing.

There is a lot going on so she isn’t always looking where she’s going. So she regularly bumps into people, distracted by all there is to see. But it’s fine, she’s small and doesn't create a lot of momentum without some concerted effort.
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Garden Party (Open)

[personal profile] everybodysterrible 2023-04-17 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
This… was not Abby’s scene. This was too close to a fairy tale ball than it was a house rager. Where she felt much more at home. Still she’d gotten kitted out in an elaborate dress she feels she has no right to be in.

Still, there was food, and alcohol, and dancing she was in no way prepared to take part in. At least not without being asked to dance. Otherwise, after checking in at her assigned seat she’ll drift off to the edges with her drink. She’ll just watch, and maybe judge people for their dancing, and clothes. But quietly. She’s attempting this thing called behaving herself.

Pity she’s really bad at it.
Edited 2023-04-17 12:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] soothsighs 2023-04-17 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)

( As luck would have it, Urianger has been on the lookout for another dance partner. He's been subtle about it, of course, as he's still getting used to the idea that this might be something he can do — and so he's pleasantly surprised when he finds himself being asked instead of having to do the asking. )

Certainly.

( There's a gratful tinge to his smile as he offers his hand for Elrond to take. It's been some time since they were last in each other's orbit, and he's still yet to get to know the elf properly, but it's a sure relief to have found someone to dance with that isn't a total stranger. )

Full glad am I to see thee here, Elrond.

( It's been a rough few weeks, huh? )

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matthew murdock | free cities | the tower | ota

[personal profile] catholica 2023-04-17 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
01. LIBERATAS TAVERN

( matt doesn't go to the execution. he doesn't need to see that and doesn't want to see it either. it happens and he puts it out of mind.

but, he does decide to go out to the festivities that occur afterward. it's the first time he's really been to libertas since the bombing and it feels like it's recovered well.

he walks around for a little while, cane sweeping back and forth across the walk, occasionally hitting up against people that get too close. when he hears the sounds of chatter within, smells the hops and grains, he decides to step in for a drink.

it's busy and some people stop when he comes in but he merely nods and finds a spot to sit that's a little out of the way. the drink that's put in front of him is huge and he raises an eyebrow at the waitress. she says nothing and walks away, leaving him with his huge drink. )


Someone in here trying to get me drunk?

( he doesn't expect an answer though and reaches for the mug, sipping it slowly. )


02 LIBERTAS MARKET SQUARE
( matt's not really in the market for anything but it feels like he's been enclosed and surrounded by walls for so long that being outside feels...like a treat. the sun beats down on his face and his hands are still bandaged thought less heavily than previously.

he takes the walk slow, cane in front of him, while he listens to the conversations the reach his ears. everyone seems to be in a pretty good mood, recovering and healing from what happened.

from near his shoulder, a shop vendor calls out to him, asking him if he wants to buy some handmade clothes. )


I think I'm goo —

( but the shopkeeper is very persuasive and that's how matt comes away with a sweater and a pair of pants that feel like they're made of straw. )


03 GARDEN FEAST ASSIGNED SEATING
( when they pull his name and guide him to his seat, matt thanks them and then settles in, folding his cane up. he waits a few moments and then turns to the person beside him to say: )

Kind of weird how they did this, huh? Feel like I'm in school again.

( good enough as an icebreaker, isn't it? he smiles at the people nearby and stays in his seat for a little while.

eventually, he does get up, wanting to stretch his legs and move his hands a bit. they're getting sore, tight and he knows he needs to be careful there while they heal.

so, he takes a few steps away from the biggest of the group and flexes and curls his fingers, working the myscles out before he sighs and heads to get a drink because of the pain that he's just worked up in himself. )


04 WILDCARD
( for anything that might not be listed above! )
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LIBERTAS OTA

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-04-17 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not Julie's first time in Libertas. Once, she set up a table in the marketplace and sold colored pencils, the only thing she was able to consistently conjure at the time. For a single day, she did good business. She and Nadine were still sort of getting their bearings in Cadens, having only been there for a handful of months.

Things are different after a year. She's been back to Libertas since, but infrequently; the ruins after the bombing made her feel panicky if she was around them for too long. (She can still remember so vividly what the warhead looked like in the lobby, on that odd little truck. For some reason, she had pictured it smaller than it actually was.) So much of it has been cleaned up now, but it's still striking a strange chord in her.

(The Singularity pokes at that feeling, the discomfort, until she tells it to stop. It seems almost petulant in return, but it ceases its nosiness.)

Now, though, she moves through the city like nothing about it weighs her down. In the artist alleys, she watches people work on their street art between the various wandering performances she takes in. Stopping at the sculpture dedicated to the Summoned, she furrows her eyebrows as she considers it. Turning to the nearest person, she asks what they think of it. Her own inexpert opinion will follow.

The marketplace is much more her speed than the art. She moves from stall to stall, storefront to storefront, slowly amassing a collection of trinkets that catch her eye. As she goes, she has no problem commenting on the wares to the other customers, telling them what they should and shouldn't buy. Which is maybe not the most welcome advice, considering the fact that money is clearly not an issue for her -- she definitely gives off the vibe that she really did not need that stipend they were given. If you're one of her fashionably inept friends, she will be tugging you around to outfit for the event; she will not be taking no for an answer. In fact, it's entirely possible she'll treat you the same even if you aren't her friend.

Late in the afternoon, she decides to take in a tasting in one of the taverns. She's still looking for a good replacement for Polly's blackberry mead. But this kind of thing sucks all alone, so she doesn't hesitate to grab whoever's closest as a tasting buddy. ]
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A

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-17 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
In many respects, I do not feel I am in the appropriate position to do so.

[Alucard's here to observe and to ensure that the trouble is passed. To participate further is wrong. He was not taken from his home. He endured only the anxiety and fear of the unknown. Not the true pain inflicted. The black clothing is a matter of solemnity for the occasion.

He also is unsure of the gods. To not be on their radar at all, should they exist, seems the safer and more prudent bet for now.
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GARDEN FEAST OTA

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-04-17 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The morning of the feast, Julie spends hours going from room-to-room, fussing over all the same people she had helped dress yesterday. Most of the time is devoted to those she knows need her help (they know who they are...), helping with hair and makeup and accessories. She retreats for the afternoon to get ready herself; she can be found walking to the party in a gown and tall heels. She can always accommodate a walking buddy or two.

At her assigned seat, she drinks a glass of wine before she wanders to the food table. She grazes the trays as she walks down the line with a small plate, mostly settling on a selection of tiny desserts to try. She watches several performances, spending longest at Jaskier's, who she has no shame raucously cheering at the end of each song.

She meanders back to the inn in bare feet, her shoes seemingly floating in midair next to her (she's actually holding them in her invisible third hand -- yes, it's a thing). She's happy to have someone accompany her. Too drunk to fully hide it, she definitely appears to be thinking about something that makes her happy; she smiles gently, eyes half closed.

(In her mind, the Singularity listens to her sleepily as she simply rambles at it one-way, not expecting it to answer. She used to do this sitting at the monolith in the center of the Horizon, but now, she does it whenever she pleases.)

Come morning, you'll find her at breakfast, looking quite hungover. She would appreciate it if you don't bother her while she eats a very greasy-looking egg sandwich and the world's largest cup of coffee. ]
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-04-17 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor emerges from the interior of the sphere with a look on his face that makes it clear he does not understand why this is a problem. He checks the wrench, making sure it's the right one (because probably there are at least half a dozen, sitting around), then plunges right back in. Luckily, whatever he's doing doesn't seem to need more than a tweak, because in the next moment he's pulling himself out again, doing a little scoot-hop backward on his good leg so he can safely extricate himself. His crutch, helpfully, is leaning nearby, and he slides it underneath his arm in one practiced motion.]

More likely Jayce is rubbing off on you.

[Not him, certainly, though he's well aware that the two of them can be an endless feedback loop of potentially tuxedo-damaging ideas. Viktor, for his part, seems to have emerged from the sphere unscathed, save a little smudge of grease on his forehead (he does not seem to notice).]

I should be finished, anyway. Do you want to see how it works?

[That's rhetorical. Of course she does!]

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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-04-17 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I spent far too much of my childhood under the thumb of enforcers to gain any satisfaction from a state-sponsored execution.

[Though he doesn't need to tell Alucard that. It was difficult, however, to ignore the intense feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach after those who chose to departed for the execution. Viktor doesn't want to know what happened or how they did it, but he does know, inherently, that it must have been upsetting.

Even for someone like Alucard, who has experienced horrors that Viktor can't begin to imagine. It feels almost wrong and strange, to go right to talk of his silly decoration, but he obliges, if only because he's not really sure how to ask if Alucard is okay.
]

I thought we could use a bit of levity.
princessvegas: (073. and i'm proud of it)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-04-17 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is a somber occasion. It is a somber occasion and there is a giant walking shark here. It is a somber occasion, there is a giant walking shark here, and Julie cannot stop herself from smiling and waving back at him.

It would be improper to approach him with a jaunty attitude, but she's still obviously glad to see him as she walks over. She has a bag full of popcorn, but more importantly, she does have a special treat for him; it's not a large amount of food, but she has brought him a bag of chaigon jerky. ]
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dance!

[personal profile] funbreaker 2023-04-17 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sudden shift from the grim atmosphere of the execution, which had been far more gruesome than most had bargained for, to these nights of festive merrymaking is jarring to say the least. Thancred might find it all to be in bad taste, but it's not as if he was going to pass up the chance to return to Hayle given how brief his first trip here had been. It's surreal to realize that was a year past now.

While the eye-catching architecture and the lavish outfits are not enough to distract him from all that's happened, the opportunity for those who spent an entire moon in captivity to forget all that for an evening isn't something he can entirely begrudge. He enjoys watching all of the Summoned perform, including his very own Urianger.

To see him looking so well, his facial hair grown back in, his outfit and accessories twinkling under crystal chandeliers, and his focus unmatched as he weaved divination magicks into a light show — there's something healing in it given what state he'd been in when Thancred and Himeka found him. Perhaps that experience put things into perspective for Urianger, given that he even agrees to dance with someone, his red garments twirling along with him across the ballroom floor.

Shortly after that dance, Urianger happens to catch his eye where Thancred's situated near the food table. He sets down his glass to clap, nothing too loud or boisterous because he isn't actually aiming to embarrass his friend in this instance. ]


You seem to be making the most of the evening. Am I allowed to say I'm proud?

[ His smile touches at one corner of his mouth as he picks up his glass again and extends it to Urianger, in case he wants a refreshing sip after that bit of physical exertion. Not that alcohol is probably the best option for that, but... details. ]
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[personal profile] soothsighs 2023-04-17 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)

( Urianger's expression lifts when his gaze finds Thancred, however the flush in his ears deepens just a touch at being seen in his evening's outfit by someone he considers to be a close friend. In many ways the scene reminds him of when Himeka first joined him at the bookman's shelves: a bold choice, a new ensemble, and a moment of hesitance that his friend might think him foolish for trying to present himself a little differently.

... But then Thancred smiles, offers him a playful clap, and Urianger finds himself drawing out the little tease by sinking into a very brief, very shallow curtsy. A chuckle follows — low and warm as ever — and he reaches out to take Thancred's glass with a small nod of thanks before indulging in a slow sip.
)

"Pride" seemeth too great a response to my trimming my beard and taking a turn around the ballroom, yet I nonetheless find myself compelled to accept the compliment.

( He replies lightly, amusement bright in those golden eyes for the first time in weeks. Urianger's recovery has been steady: there was the physical, of course, and then the delicate problem of the wounds that left no obvious mark — wounds that are still closing, but that appreciate the brief escapism of Hayle and all it has to offer. Urianger returns the glass to its owner, presses a lingering touch of thanks to the bend in Thancred's elbow, then allows himself a moment to look him over properly. )

And thine own efforts hath paid off in full. Should I have need of thee later this evening, I expect I shall easily find thee by simply locating the queue of ladies awaiting their turn.

( That gleam of amusement becomes a suspiciously pixie-like mischief, however Urianger manages to keep his face blessedly straight before turning to liberate a passing tray of a flute of champagne for himself. )

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party time

[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-17 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One moment the seat beside Viktor is empty and the next it's filled with a cheerful vision in pink.

Hilda's cheeks are flushed a happy shade not dissimilar to her outfit thanks to the combination of dancing, drink, and good company. The smile on her face however is entirely due to the person in front of her. ]


There you are! I have something I wanted to talk to you about. [ There's a pause, before she quickly amends herself. ] Well, actually two things – which one do you want start with?
Edited (I CHANGED MY MIND (several days later dlajshdf I'M SORRY)) 2023-04-20 04:02 (UTC)
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Marianne von Edmund | Free Cities

[personal profile] sereneadherent 2023-04-17 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
(( prompts are below. feel free to hit me up on the plotting post or contact me if you'd like to plot something more specific. ))
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Execution | ota

[personal profile] sereneadherent 2023-04-17 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Marianne's attendance at the execution is partly in support her friends who were among Josselyn's victims, and partly because she feels like she should be there.

She knows nothing about the gods of this land, but as a deeply religious person she wishes to appease them all the same. The reverence with which she approaches the task isn't at all incongruous with her own faith; the way that she sees it, the gods of this world look after it much like her own Goddess looks after Fódlan. To show deference is the least she can do.

She stops at the arch with The Hanged Man Arcana, bowing her head in prayer for lack of anything in her possession worth offering. From there, she takes her place toward the back of the crowd, where she watches the ritual execution with slowly growing horror. Of all the possibilities she had imagined, this gruesome display certainly wasn't among them. The Goddess and the Church of Seiros are not always kind and merciful, but this... this is something else entirely.

Marianne notes to herself that the gods of this world are not to be crossed.

After the execution ends, she approaches the pile of sheepskin and bones that once was Josselyn Creed and bows her head slightly.]


It's not my place to accept this punishment or not. And... I'm not sure I have the stomach for it anyway. I'm sorry.

[Yes, she's talking to the gods via the mess they've left behind.

From there, Marianne makes her way back to the portal.]
Edited 2023-04-17 20:48 (UTC)
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Libertas

[personal profile] sereneadherent 2023-04-17 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Given that this is her first time here, Marianne spends a lot of time exploring Libertas, either with or without her fellow Summoned from Fódlan. She avoids the gambling halls and taverns, as they're not at all her speed, but she does spend a lot of time browsing around the shops and the artist's alley or watching the demonstrations in the market square. For the most part, she plays the part of a quiet observer, taking everything in with wide, curious eyes. There's a lot to take in, and a lot to be admired, but to someone whose world has been rather small for most of her life it's also a bit overwhelming.

Should she accidentally bump into someone--a very likely possibility given the crowds and her own clumsiness--she'll quickly give the offended party a small bow.]


I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were there...

[Eventually, when the bustle of the city gets to be too much for her, she'll duck into a stable and introduce herself to whoever's in charge so that she can care for (and fuss over) some of the horses that belong to either residents or travelers to the city. As she brushes out one of the mares, she coos softly to her.]

Whoever owns you isn't taking very good care of your coat, you poor thing.

[If there's someone else in the stable with her, she's entirely oblivious to it.]
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Garden Feast

[personal profile] sereneadherent 2023-04-17 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Marianne is not the sort to gussy up for occasions like this, but she's been convinced to by a certain friend to dress up and go all out tonight. Her blue gown is floral with a daring neckline, although some of the details are obscured by the golden shawl that covers her shoulders throughout the night. Florally-decorated shoes and a wavy half-up hairstyle complete her ensemble.

As luck would have it (and by design, given the reasons for the random drawing in the first place), Marianne is not seated near anyone she knows. Suppressing the instinct to keep her head down and not socialize, she makes it a point to smile and greet those seated around her. Her approach is a touch timid, but earnest.]


Um. It's very nice to meet you. My name is Marianne.

[After dinner, she mostly sticks to the outskirts of the action, much more of a wallflower type than a dancer. She'll dance with people if asked to, and is decently competent at it thanks to her noble upbringing. She also spends some time watching the performances, impressed by the talent and passion on display.

As the festivities come to a close for the night, Marianne is more sober than many--she had a glass of wine with dinner, but has not taken advantage of the open bar since. As such, she feels compelled to help fellow Summoned back to the inn. If someone looks especially drunk, or is simply walking alone and vulnerable, Marianne will approach.]


Do you need anything? We can walk together for a bit, if you'd like.
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cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (Dad mode)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-17 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[The point is firm. Absolute. And Alucard cannot really remark upon it at all. He gives it space though, letting it hang heavy in the air. There was no real satisfaction had in watching what happened. That wasn't the point, at least not in Alucard's case. The point was to ensure that this chapter ended. That the stump of the hydra's head has been burnt.

Now they just have to hope that it takes.

It is hard, shrugging off the lingering complications. Was that how those who watched his mother burn felt?

Questions for later.]


--Do you think it be converted into a more permanent display?
cryptsleeper: (Softe)

Closed, Gideon

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-17 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucard did not blink twice at being roomed with Gideon. It was wholly normal, and Alucard is privately relieved at the assignment. The execution has concluded, but he remains rattled when not overwhelming himself with work.

Still, he sleeps as a wolf. It is easier to dream in that form lately, and it allows Gideon to take up as much spaces as she needs. The wolf is using the bed, but never mind that. The wolf is cozy. Dreaming. Running while asleep, legs kicking and soft little huffs sounding every so often.

He sleeps in late, knowing the night will go on for a long, long time.]
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[personal profile] sereneadherent 2023-04-17 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The armillary sphere sphere also captures Marianne's attention, albeit for different reasons. She's fascinated by the artistry put into it, as someone who has an eye for that kind of thing while having not artistic ability of her own to speak of. That someone can make something so beautiful and fluid in its motion is beyond her, and she watches it for several moments, captivated.

When she realizes she's not alone in standing there, and that her company is familiar besides, she gives a warm smile. "It's good to see you, Wylan. Are you enjoying the party?"
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[personal profile] assembles 2023-04-17 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve isn't all that clear on why assigned seating is even necessary here, but maybe it's just a part of making the event feel more formal. The entire concept of throwing a big party after executing someone (and from what he heard, it was unnecessarily drawn out) feels wrong, but by this point he knows better than to try and wriggle his way out of these things.

Besides, right now any chance to get out and stretch his legs seems worthwhile.

Is there any rhyme or reason to where they sit? While it's supposedly all random, he wonders if he ended up next to this young woman because both of them are wearing blue. She greets him, beating him to the punch, and he can sense that she's a little nervous. Yeah, these fancy shindigs aren't really his thing either. ]


It's nice to meet you too, Marianne. I'm Steve Rogers.

[ He starts slicing into the pork on his plate, but is also polite enough to keep up the conversation. ]

Do you live here in Libertas? [ There's nothing to distinguish her as Summoned and he doesn't recognize her, so he doesn't assume. ]
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-18 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ interesting. for a moment, the very statement stumps him but he recovers quickly, still smiling. ]

Do any of them seem familiar to you then? Or do you not look to the stars?

[ no judgement. not everyone does, after all. and elrond's investment is personal. ]
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artist alleys

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-04-18 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
--Hm?

[The truth is, Alucard has been lost in his own thoughts regarding the newest sculpture in Libertas, although his mind has not focused on meaning. He has instead been looking at it with an eye towards construction and understanding the materials used, as he is now begining to draw more and more parallels between monumental pieces and architectural work. So to see the condensed coils become lighter and lighter into a wirey form that implies both coming together or coming apart is a wonderful little exercise in doing just that.

He turns, faintly recalling the speaker from Old Public Hall's concert. Only a few words exchanged, and he doubts there's any better memory of the encounter on her end.]


It's a very fluid piece in terms of movement and interpretation. If there wasn't a plaque attached, the meanings could be endless, I think.
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[personal profile] politicians 2023-04-18 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ elrond smiles, starlight in his eyes as he offers a curt bow in greeting. ]

It has been a while, hasn't it? I am glad to see you are well.