MINI-EVENT: CODA - IC EVENT LOG

[abraxasmods]

Mini-Event - Coda

OOC event plotting

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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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Comments

[theidlemaiden]

I feel like I can probably guess what they are.

[ After having spent a fair amount of time around him she suspects it's things that look suspiciously like work to her. Just because she had different hobbies than Viktor doesn't mean she's going to hold it against him.

An exaggerated pout forms on her face. ]

It's too late I was already worrying. Honestly, I should start charing you for giving me premature wrinkles! [ In the next breath her expression softens. ] As long as you enjoy I guess that's what's most important. Just don't work too hard, okay? And remember to take tea breaks with yours truly.

[familysucks]

[Suspicious, he still thinks, that they always disappear where there are no witnesses. Are they truly returned home, or buried in a cavern so deep their words can't reach the rest of them up top?

Again, it hasn't affected anyone Michael cares for, so he doesn't dwell on it.

Michael takes a seat beside her, even though the surface of the stump is not perfectly level, his posture outwardly relaxed. He's comfortable in this form by now but it's still more like posing a doll for a photo than a reflection of Michael himself.]

It is a resource to remember. Despite her goals, she was nonetheless a member of the Council.

[Josselyn knew things the average Solvunn farmer doesn't. Perhaps she even knew techniques the Elder Mages aren't familiar with—she was an innovator, too, not a traditionalist like the rest of them.

There's a flicker of contentment that runs through him at being asked for his perspective. He loves it when he's asked to pass judgement on something. There's a rightness to it.]

On a grander scale, we have proof that the Summoned can coordinate and retaliate effectively against attackers, even across faction borders. It's a promising start. Josselyn and her followers are surely not an isolated sentiment among locals. There will be others.

On a personal level? I had hoped to avoid involvement with the local pagan nonsense, but it's become apparent that avoiding it is unwise.

[He's not quite pouting, but he's very put out about the notion.]

[theidlemaiden]

[ There's still some rational part of her Hilda's brain that wants to insist she can be deposited right next door after they have their picnic so she can sleep in the comfort of her own (inn) bed. But the thought is more of a lazy, absentminded one than a solidified desiere as she watches Sylvain languidly make his way over to Claude to take the key.

There's something fascinating in witnessing him tease Claude like this. The rational part of her brain, the one that suddenly feels more alert than it had been seconds ago, prompts her to move back slightly from her spot, even hazards making her absentminded thought a reality so that she can give them space.

Before any of those things can happen though, Hilda finds herself being kissed instead. Her face immediately flushes pink and as her eyes widen in surprise. It's entirely possible that Sylvain catches the look of shock on her face before he steps into the room. A beat later after recovering somewhat she gives Claude a little squeeze with her thighs. ]

You heard him, our pastries await. I think we've waited long enough for them.

1/2

[techmaturgy]

[Viktor makes this face:]

ok sorry

[techmaturgy]

Then I don't need to tell you.

[So he won't! Problem solved. Viktor does, at least, reach across the table to put his hand over hers reassuringly.]

I promise you this is the good kind of work. And you are always welcome over for tea.

apologies, been a hella work time

[itookashot]

[ Jesper's heard of many stories from Julie's country and world and he finds it utterly fascinating. He did see a glimpse of some of the patriotism in her July party last year and she's explained the general idea of it a few times. The technology he probably would love, given the chance, he's looked at Shepard's world with the same wide, hungry eyes as anywhere that is advanced like that.

He nods though, he may not have ever experienced what she did, but it sounds familiar. It sounds like what he's heard from Ravka and Fjerda, how they have to see themselves.

He knows Julie well enough to see that something bothered her about all that, although it could be anything about this situation. She's one of his best friends in his life, so he is always paying close attention to her mannerisms. He almost instinctively leans closer to her, trying to subtly give comfort, something to lean on whenever she needs. ]

One of the powers I suddenly got here was super hearing. It was pretty terrible in the start, but Geralt walked me through it.

[ Jesper's genuinely grateful about that. They may not be close, but the witcher does strike him as someone that can be counted on, which is why he begged for his help. In his fear, he knew who could help him, and Geralt showed up for him, he chose to be there. It meant a lot to him. ]

Every time I get arrogant about how oh if only I was there, I would've fixed all of it, I remember how many dangerous people we have. And these assholes got around it.

[ Jesper can't help imagine saving Mat, being the hero he promised he would be. And he did find him on the mountain like he promised, but he knows of course that if he'd been down there, he wouldn't have been able to save them. Not any more than Geralt could. He glances over at her with a smile. ]

You should let me buy you a gun. I'd love to show you some of my tricks.

[itookashot]

Even if they did, that cult proved pretty quickly how we could get swiped as easily as any of them.

[ Jesper would rather be loved than feared, but he thinks being feared in a situation like this is for the best. They have to be seen as strong, and now that they're seen as weak, it puts them in a defensive position. He's been listening closely to natives and people talking about what happened, more paranoid than ever about how careful they need to be. They may be a powerful bunch, but there really aren't that many of them, spread out over three locations.

Jesper can't imagine anyone not loving Wanda, especially if they already have, but he has a skewed point of view of how far someone can go before it's too far. And for him, that is a very long way indeed. Almost invisibly long, unimaginable.]

Interesting, you two struck me as the type who would.

[ Jesper uses labels in terms of lovers, which he has many, and if they want to call him boyfriend or any other term, he rolls with it without question. They're all words in the end and they mean he has people who care about him and vice versa. He's trying not to think about Mat at the moment, the pain of that break up probably something that will be haunting him for awhile. Unless he drinks enough or gets his ass kicked into crossing the line he put in the sand. ]

I'll keep an eye on him. I know what everyone's doing in Cadens, it's kind of my thing.

[ Jesper's the guy who watches, who pays attention, who knows. It comes in handy. ]

Kaz and Inej are a wreck. Inej ... she's been taken so many times now. All by people who mean her harm. She was kidnapped a few years ago and sold into slavery. And then again in our world, to Abraxas, and now this. No matter how strong she feels or tries to be.

[ So it's traumatizing her over and over again, and Jesper can't do a thing about it. It's why he watched Josselyn die with some strong satisfaction because he isn't allowed to go execute the acolytes, as much as he'd really like to. ]

I thought maybe if I could guarantee her they were all dead, it would help, but I can't even do that for her.

[ Jesper knows not everyone agreed with execution but he feels very strongly about it, and that's why. Peace of mind, not vengeance. Although a little vengeance. ]

[theidlemaiden]

Really?

[ While the expression on her face can't be taken for anything other than flattered and pleased by his impression on her, Hilda still manages to a look a little bit sheepish at the observation. There's already a light dusting of pink to her cheeks that existed from trying to dodge someone in a crowd but it still manages to add to the effect.

Speaking of - she spots him between some passing couples immediately prompting her to turn them so she can't. ]

Do you think that's a good thing or a bad thing though? Because I think I might have a couple of friends who might say being too sociable gets me in situations like this one.

[vixening]

If Sabine plays her cards right, she might be around long enough to realize just how much she hasn't overstepped with that. It will take some time, as Yennefer's reputation has put her in a place where she is not quick to show that hand. But sharp words, unimpressed looks, those come for free and Sabine can see that now too.

At her tone, Yennefer gives a bored sort of shrug as her gaze turns back to the festivities. She understands the frustration, so she's not going to make any indication that Sabine's thoughts are off the mark, but she's had months upon months to stew in her own anger. She won't deny that for Sbaine too, if that's how she wants to play it.

It's the mention of Istredd's name that draws Yennefer's attention back, unsure at first why this girl is talking about him and then - when the answer presents itself - Yennefer lets out a small sigh. "Of course he did." She should have known this is how it would be, that with Istredd here he would be directing each and every Summoned in her direction.

Though, to his credit, she's not actually mad about it. If she were, she would have turned and left. Instead, she waves her wine briefly; needing to make sure certain things were said. "I'm assuming he told you about how it is I teach as well? Because I have the time for private lessons, if that's what you're interested in, but only if you're aware I'm not here to coddle anyone. Learning to use the magicks of this realm is as much about survival as it is about use."

[carmesi]

[ideas, in general, certainly don't die. there just needs to be someone else filled with discontent for them to have another josselyn situation in their hands. perhaps it won't come from solvunn again; dissent could run rampant throughout all territories.

even the ones they're not familiar with on this continent.

wanda's thoughtful for a moment, and then shrugs.]

It provided some understanding. I don't like calling anyone 'crazy', but I believe she was on the verge of delusion. Wanting to ascend into divinity, to communicate with gods... [a light shake of her head] She seems to be under the wrong impression that we can communicate with them ourselves.

SIR HAHA also wrapped!

[theidlemaiden]

[ Her expression falls absolutely flat both at what he says and the face he makes. There is however the telltale sign of a twitch of her lips as she tries to stop them from curving into a smile. ]

We'll just have to agree to disagree on that front - I don't think there's any kind of work that's good.

[assembles]

[ It says a lot that Claude is able to pick out which parts of Steve's words are genuine and which are wry, and the ease of their conversation is something that can't be ignored either. The two of them have been through enough and shared enough about their backgrounds with each other that Steve's at the point where he feels comfortable around Claude, even in a setting like this which isn't inherently comfortable for him.

It's a nice little thing to reflect on, given how rough it was for them while they were captured. ]

Spokesperson, huh? Well, I've been told I give a decent speech. [ Claude may have even observed that firsthand while in the Pit. ] But on the other hand, I'm not the kind of person who keeps my thoughts to myself, and that might ruffle some feathers. You might wanna consider someone else.

[ Not that Steve really believes that Claude has to fill such a position in the first place, but he's pretty sure he's just giving him a hard time for the sake of it.

There's a pause, and just like before, his demeanor shifts back to something somewhat more serious in the space of time that it takes him to finish off his drink. ]

If you do ever need me to vouch for you for something, though, you know where to find me.

[ Not that Steve has that much clout here, but the point stands all the same. ]

[cryptsleeper]

But I can see how one might guess at such a thing. We have a connection to the Singularity. That monolith isn't a deity, but it has power and everyone seems convinced it decides some level of fate. If we can do that, then why wouldn't gods be off the table, in theory?

[Alucard does not like following out this logic, even if it is rather pointedly straight forward from where he sits. There's an exhale, and Alucard looks around to see if there is a space they could make use of and step off to the side.]

I don't know if understanding how that thought became an all consuming conviction helps us now. It probably doesn't, just as I don't think this will offer real closure through the act of witness.

[godshattering]

[ There was a witty comment on the way about crumbs, there really was, but then Sylvain has to go and step forward with that expression which catches his attention a little too much. It's almost but not quite a look he's been given before - and the same goes for the hand traveling down him - and though both usually lead to a certain conclusion, the inn's hallway doesn't seem like the place for that.

In the end, he's just as surprised as Hilda is and has to blink when none of that set up finishes how he thought it would. But - that's not a negative or anywhere close to one because as he tilts his head a bit to see Hilda's reaction and notes that blush Claude immediately cracks a grin, and it's one that only grows wider when she tries to recover quickly. ]

He's good at that, isn't he? [ Also like other times this is whispered at a volume Sylvain can definitely hear, even with what he's about to say next. ] Don't let him hear that, though.

[ More than worth it to rightfully boost the man in question's ego as they walk into the room. In something else familiar to an amalgamation of various late nights, Claude sets Hilda down on their designated picnic bed gently rather than how Sylvain's dropped him a few times (not that he was complaining then or now) and in something more like their own nights, leans down to remove her shoes to whisk them away where they can't be stumbled over. Like by him since Claude has to lean against the wall for a little added support while taking off his own, but doing so means he notices something else. ]

Hey, this thing, [ with a point towards the nearby dresser where some sort of decorative but plain tray resting on top is one means to repurpose as a serving item, ] might keep us from spilling tea all over the bed while we're at it.

[takeatrip]

I'm sure we'll find out at the worst possible time.

[He says it with just as much wry humor as mild annoyance, because if he's learned anything about this place so far, it's to expect the worst. But there's still something inherently funny about it feeling so predictable.]

[philancer]

Too late, I totally heard that.

[ His cheeky grin is downright audible in his voice as he saunters deeper into the room, setting their treats down on the nightstand. He sounds very pleased with himself, especially after the reaction that teasing kiss had gotten from both of them.

As Claude deposits Hilda on the bed, he's already shrugging out of his suit jacket, eager to be rid of it and relax for the night. He didn't mind dressing up every now and then - especially for events like tonight - but he much preferred casual comfort if given a choice.

Jacket draped over the back of a nearby chair, he unbuttons the first several buttons of his shirt and rolls up the sleeves past his elbows to help cool off. Kicking his boots off, he turns back to the bed and flops down beside Hilda, sprawling comfortably on his side as he grins at them. ]

That's probably a good idea. I'd prefer not to wear our midnight snack if we can avoid it.

[catholica]

Let's hope that didn't just jinx us.

( he says it lightly but yeah, he really does hope that. he'd like a little break after everything. )

But that does seem to be how it happens, doesn't it?

[beautifullies]

Likewise, Louis. You were one of the first people I was able to really speak to when I arrived.

[ At the very first gathering; their conversation was easy, still is, and not at all what she imagined a vampire would be. Stoker didn't include brilliant personalities and engaging, often charming conversation. Or much about lovers other than buxom women.

At his very complicated situation, Claire raises both eyebrows. His sexual preferences don't concern her; she sat with Joe at a diner counter, and she'd do it again for any other prejudiced reason. That being said, she's grateful she doesn't know specifically what her own dramatic relationship troubles have in store concerning the man in love with her husband.

Perhaps at some point she can talk it through with Louis and see what he thinks, but later. First, the topic at hand. ]

How are you two now, still in shaky territory?

[demoexpert]

"I'd be glad to."

Right, he hasn't actually introduced himself...

"Wylan, I'm Wylan."

[funbreaker]

[ An assertive personality. No, that isn't necessarily incorrect, though Thancred has found Stephen easy enough to work with overall. Perhaps that's simply because he can also assert himself when it's needed, or they're simply on the same page with most things.

As Stephen explains about the sort of political moves he had to make, even as a doctor, Thancred listens with interest. Mayhap it's a dull subject of conversation, but Thancred remains curious about Stephen's past and his life before he'd become a mage who had to save the universe from a warlord. ]

Oh, I'm quite familiar with that sort of thing. Not in quite the same context — I was interested in gathering intel rather than forging connections.

[ And oh, the dance has begun. Thancred falls into step without seeming to give it a moment of thought, as if this as simple for him as walking. He can tell that Stephen is quite practiced himself, and now he also understands why. His grip on Stephen's hand tightens just slightly, as if that might help calm the tremor. ]

Were you? You seem the sort who would struggle to bite your tongue and be polite if someone was irritating you.

[ Just a feeling he gets. ]

[monomachy]

All things considered, Diana appreciates the time he takes to set the bracer down. A weapon like that deserves to be handled carefully, and treated with respect. But her attention is only on it for a few scant moments before he turns back to her, and then her eyes hungrily take him in as he discards his shirt, distracting her from removing her sheath.

But her own blade ends up safely on the bedside table as he reaches for her again, his kiss searing her lips. Their bare skin meets, and she sighs into his mouth, hands freely roaming along his shoulders, his sides, down his back. She feels the bumps of those few scars, the ridges of his muscled body, and heat flares low in her belly.

Diana steps back towards the bed, tugging him with her, trying not to let their bodies get too far from one another; now that she's felt the warmth of him, she isn't so willing to lose it.

[theidlemaiden]

Now you've done it. We're never going to hear the end of it tonight.

[ A dramatic, pained groan leaves her mouth as she's attended to by Claude. Upon being freed from her stunning shoes, her toes wiggle enthusiastically. The bliss of taking off high heels feels like a small joy, but one she intends to relish especially after being in them for hours. Absently her eyes trail after Claude, noting where he places them, a habit developed in their Academy days. You never knew when you might have to make a mad dash to toss them out of line of sight from anyone doing the rare curfew check or someone dropping by unannounced which obviously only happened when one of them weren't where they were supposed to be.

Neither of those things were likely to happen tonight, but she makes note anyway. After all, she might make an exit for her room to give them privacy. Sure her room is mere steps away, but she isn't about to leave a pair of shoes like that behind. But in the mean time, there's some far better scenery in this room. Her eyes skip appreciatively towards Sylvain as he makes himself comfortable, hardly making it subtle. When he lands beside her on the bed, she reaches out to give his cheek a playful pinch. ]

Just don't pout if I have to sip my tea extra loud just to drown out any gloating.

[ Her dress isn't the most fitted thing she's worn, but she's stubborn enough that she doesn't make a move to wiggle out of it. Instead she motions towards the tray and Claude who is conveniently the only one amongst them left standing. ]

It's a great idea actually. I don't want crumbs on my dress either. Claude, can you bring it over here? [ Her lips curve, eyes turning pleading. ] I just can't get wriggle off the bed in this dress.

[godshattering]

I might've heard some of your speeches here and there.

[ Those in the pit, of course, and despite the teasing: they were both needed and effective. They'd gone a long way towards helping (even with the heckling from those who'd heard them quite a few times) when that initial fear of what might have been to come was all they had to go on. That's also not to say anything of what'd come later.

Steve earns another laugh at not keeping one's thoughts to themselves, however. ]

Nah, I think that just means I've found the right person considering I'm sure the same's been said about me. But where's the fun in keeping your thoughts to yourself all because someone doesn't want to hear them? Better to get everything on the table, really.

[ Or other such methods; he's sure there's a lord or two (or more) who would've preferred he not step forward to do what he saw as needing to be said and done. If that's another thing the two of them share in common, he'll absolutely take that.

The teasing fades as soon as Steve's expression shifts to something with more gravity since for all that Claude likes to have fun with what others say whether the moment calls for it or not, respect for the other man far outweighs that instinct. What's said is all the more important, and the smile on his face isn't a placeholder but something entirely honest. ]

I appreciate that, and probably more than I'll have the words to tell you. [ The lack of them isn't from being put on the spot or from a lack of them. Rather, it's that what Steve's said is a sentiment far more touching because of everything. Enough so that he reaches out to clap a hand onto the other man's shoulder to hold it briefly, just to make it clear this isn't the joking 'gratitude' from mere moments ago. ] Thanks, Steve.

[godshattering]

No one's wearing anything from the midnight snack, because the crumbs are gonna end up in Sylvain's bed rather than anywhere else. That includes them staying on anyone.

[ A very matter-of-fact statement as he's all too happy to continue dooming Sylvain's bed to this fate when there's no small amount of rather flaky pastries in that box waiting to be demolished by the three of them. Besides that, there's an entire other bed ready to be occupied when it's time to go to sleep. Whenever that'll be, at some point eventually.

Something Claude's not concerned with as with his boots tackled, there's nothing left to do but grab the tray. Hilda's plea brought a smirk to his face he'd smothered quickly, or attempted to, considering it's also familiar. So is him caving to to her requests rather than being difficult (at least some of the time), and now's no exception as he sets the tray down between the two of them while also having made no secret of his admiration on the short trip over.

Which is why after completing his duty for safe tea consumption, Claude sprawls out to complete the sort of triangle around the tray and pastry box, complete with using Hilda's lap as a pillow and more obnoxiously draping his legs over Sylvain's. ]

You guys were onto something because this is way more comfortable than wandering around Libertas. [ With a partial feigned sigh of comfort to go with that before he reaches into the box to retrieve a croissant to hand to Hilda first, then a meat pie to Sylvain, and finally the one with a small mountain of cheese filling for himself. ] On second thought, that compliment goes to you, Hilda, since Sylvain's already hit his quota for the day.

[ There's one last grin for good measure before he takes a bite of his pastry. Totally worth nearly getting kicked out of the cafe over. ]

[takeatrip]

[Even without confirmation on Solvunn, it seems meaningful that the similarity of water is shared between both the Free Cities and Thorne. It could be something about water itself, it could be that the summoning ritual requires particular conditions that the pools of water happen to fit, it could be any number of other things he doesn't even know to consider. Or it could be nothing, even if feels that isn't the case.]

I don't remember a lot of details either.

[For several reasons. But although he's curious about this topic, it seems to be one neither of them know too much about, so he circles back to a previous question he'd thought of but hadn't asked.]

So, you'd said it seems like we're more connected to the Singularity than the native citizens are? Do that mean we some sort of advantage when it comes to using magic?