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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.



mobezon: (129 | future dwellings)

night's end;

[personal profile] mobezon 2023-04-20 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
{ sorry to disappoint, wanda. currently the one out and about is someone who is deemed forever nocturnal since 1910 and his restlessness has nothing to do with lack of sleep. louis had kept to himself throughout the festivities, and joined when he could. it's probably become easier to ignore the looming presence in the corner of the tent when the day activities occurred, even if a little strange (or a lot strange). louis had begun to see solvunn individuals seem to take to the oddity more than others, and in a way it's to his benefit.

he smells the tea first when he finds someone is out late at night, beyond the usual. she's instantly recognizable when he sees her out. it's difficult to forget the woman with the elemental hair who'd granted him a moment of welcoming kindness. has it truly been months? }


You could name them yourself. I always thought it was silly when someone bought a star when they were free to be named in the first place.

{ he looks up at sky with the twinkle in the distance. it's his usual view, but tonight it seems to simmer extra bright seemingly doing so despite what the festivities are celebrating. somewhat morbid to sparkle under the circumstances, if he's asked. he's used to it. }

I wonder if the same stars shine just as bright in the other factions.
mobezon: (106 | future dwellings)

shoreline;

[personal profile] mobezon 2023-04-20 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
{ the sun has begun to set, and in doing so he decides he wants to explore what the secondary settlement has to offer. when he gets to the shoreline and sees the beach, there's quite a sight of fin popping on the surface of the water. sea creatures, he presumes. he probably should move on, but he's already there. he stays back, having wandered for the sand and he's going to stay for the sand.

the manshark part isn't what intrigues louis when he sees them, rather it's the blatant offer of half a fish. now that he's up close, his brain is gonna have to compute the reality. he has to remind himself he's a vampire and move on. louis takes half the fish, figures a snack is good, and with his fangs out he sinks into the fish. he takes whatever blood it holds before he wipes any remaining droplets from the corner of his mouth and offers the torn piece back. }


Thanks. Very gentleman of you. Here. I only needed the blood. It might still be of use for you to snack on the rest. That is, if you don't mind me sharing it back.
frontlinetitties: please do not take (pic#14912114)

[personal profile] frontlinetitties 2023-04-20 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Gideon's part, she doesn't object to sharing space with a big, furry animal. She's never lived with canines of any variety - is only just accustoming herself to living with a Leosylph, currently being cared for by a neighbour - but if the opportunity had existed on the Ninth she suspects she would have liked it.

It's the little huffing sounds that stir her from sleep. The sound of clawed paws thumping against the mattress.]


...the fuck?

[Words mumbled groggily and just a touch too loud as she palms the sleep from her eyes, turns to see Alucard...sleep-running? Through muffled laughter, she can't help wishing she had some kind of recording device on her right now.]
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Kaz Brekker | Grishaverse | Free Cities

[personal profile] bealufull 2023-04-20 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: late to the party but here for so many things. open starters in the comments. if anything in particular is wanted or needed, ping me on plurk or pm. )
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Divine Judgement

[personal profile] bealufull 2023-04-20 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
There are no offerings made by Kaz to the gods of this place. He hasn't followed the gods of his own world, he certainly isn't developing faith for the gods of this place. Whether the gods are real or merely worshipping beings larger and different than those around him, he holds honor for only two things. Loyalty and money.

He is there that day for something of much more important to him. Something he is only getting a taste of and not much else. At least not yet as the others that had a hand in their torture languish in a prison. For now though he will settle for a moment of witnessing the punishment given another for those acts and hope its enough revenge at the hands of another to sate the desire.

He's quiet and somber in all black on black, a shadow with a ghostly pale face and gloved hands tight against the brilliant gilded sheen of the crow's head on his cane. There is no reaction to the sacrifice. No words as blood flows and a pelt is severed from it's corpse.

A brow arches as the pelt is put about Josselyn's shoulders. He's watched heart renders do their work on another, but it's nothing like this. He shifts forward a bit, eyes narrowing as he takes in every scream, the way the body reforms beneath the skin. Around him some react to what what is going on, some turning away or commenting on what is happening. Kaz though is curious of the magic, if the chanting did this like the fire magic that Jesper taught him. Did that mean then it was something that could be learned, or a gift only to those that worshipped their gods?

Those thoughts are broken up by the shadow that falls over them, and the descent of vultures. His gaze lifts, a dark twitching of his lips that is nearly a smile. They might not be crows, but they are dregs in their own right, those that take what others would abandon in their foolishness. They're not crows but in a way they are cousins, and there's something about their appearance that brings Kaz a sense of reckoning in this that he hadn't had before.

The vultures will see the deed done, and those crows there will remember.

"Well that's one way of doing it," he murmurs. "I suspect if they put on that display back home, they might actually turn some away from crime."

Okay not him, but surely some.

Then it's done and they prepare what remains for the fire and Kaz still stays to see it through to the end. The time standing there takes its toll on his body, still feeling the ache from what he's been through though he's been assured he's healed. After all is burned, only then does he turn and head for the path back to his new home.
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Weekend Gala - Day 1. Events and overnight stays

[personal profile] bealufull 2023-04-20 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It isn't that Kaz is much in the mood for a party, but he is definitely curious about Libertas and questions that have been put to him of late from many sources, including Wylan and Klaus. Not that he's sure how the latter became someone he listened to but it has left him curious.

So why he bypasses the speeches and pomp of it all, he explores the city closely. Taking in all of it throughout the day.

Taking time in the gambling dens, making a bit of money but not letting himself draw too much attention to himself. Exploring artist alley, not for the art, but for the ways that art could well be used to earn money and build an empire.

In his time in the city, he's been working through the mixture of what he saw as his losses back home, the losses coming here and the brushes with his past that have left him off balanced and unsettled, he's as much wallowed as he's likely capable of.

It feels as if that is lifting though and he can't help but to take mental notes of the ideas that are coming to him of a way to flourish here without undermining Jesper's progress for one.

Though the first person to keep up with one of those bedamned supposed musical devices around him may well find a singular word spat in their direction. The word itself may not be clear, but the sudden short burst of pain that comes with it might well be noticed.

Later in the evening he seeks out a familiar face, new to the place and perhaps still finding his way where things stand.

"Wylan? Have you made arrangements for your stay tonight?"
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Weekend Gala - actual party things

[personal profile] bealufull 2023-04-20 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Left to his own devices, Kaz would have dressed in the same things he wears any other day. Somber and black and if it isn't already a funeral, give him time and maybe he can arrange one. Thankfully he has those that care and ensure the doesn't go to events dressed as an undertaker.

Not that he's sure he's comfortable in the suit that he's been given. Certainly it fits well but it's so much more... colorful than he's used to. Not that it's really all that bright or colorful at all but when all of your clothes fall into the realm of charcoal to midnight, anything seems a bit much.

He finds himself assigned to a table, giving those there a look for a familiar face. There's no food before him for the times he sits there, merely a glass of amber liquid that he isn't indulging too deeply into. After being starved in captivity one would think he'd indulge deeply but he's still withdrawn from what they've been through.

Throughout the evening though he wanders through those gathered, pausing to take in the performances curiously. It's further drawing together thoughts in his head, things he'll want to talk to the others about later when they're back in their own space.

He doesn't take the stage, but he does make note of those that do, as well as watching the others throughout the night. If there's dancing, someone is going to have to drag him out there. Perhaps someone who isn't Jesper or Inej might have luck with that.

He does stop by the person doing the art of them that night, finding himself caught up in things enough to tip them well as he points out the other three who are there, making plans to pick it up later. He even stays long enough to have his own picture added to the drawing first.

As the night draws on, he'll seek out Jesper, Inej and Wylan. Either making sure they make it back to their rooms safe, or are safely in another's hands that he trusts. This might not be the Barrel, but they're still his people, after all.
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arcana exhibit!

[personal profile] sorser 2023-04-20 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Stephen should be looking for something to wear to the upcoming gala, but he is the sort of man to reshuffle priorities in his mind according to his own preferences at times. It's easy him to get lost in the university itself, compelled by books, and knowledge, and the exhibits on display.

In this particular instance? He is drawn in by the arcana exhibit specifically, cards of gold foil and carved wood and everything in-between housed between shining glass. He's read the plaque at least five times over, and he stands with his scarred hands clasped around his back, like a man who's afraid he might remove the glass encasement himself to get a better look if he doesn't control himself.

When someone draws near, he offers a fleeting sideglance, straightening.

"Curiosities behind glass... Reminds me of the Sanctum," he offers, probably uselessly to anyone who has no context. "Which is yours?"
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-04-20 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Either.

[He'll have to get someone to disassemble and move it--it's possible he planned to simply donate it to Libertas, but if Alucard is interested in it instead, Viktor will make it happen.]

Do you...want it?
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Execution OTA

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2023-04-20 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Jo takes more issues with the imprisoned acolytes than the execution appointed for Josselyn. She'd voted for all of them to go down in the ground together. After what happened to Dean, the state Cas and so many others were left in, she had no sympathy for any of them, and if she decided some year far from now she had regrets, it could just go on top of the fucking pile.

That said, it's still a bit much.

First, the thing takes forever, and then it's just a lot more like social event torture than it seems anything like an out-and-out execution. Not to mention it's all got all the sinister hallmarking of zealous witchcraft that would have hunters back home taking people out for.

The thing with the sheepskin? And then the vultures?
And that massive bird specter in the sky?

"What the utter fuck," Jo mutters.
They could have just put a bullet in her.
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Libertas OTA

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2023-04-20 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Libertas is the second most familiar place to Jo in this world at this point. Having spent every month since the destruction doing work here every week (by herself, and then for Jayce a second time; until the recent kidnappings, of course). She knows as much of the Libertas city layout as well as she knows Caden's now and gets around in it with the ease of someone who might be mistaken for having lived there.

Jo does spend some time standing in front of the new statue erected to the work they did those days with Jayce, feeling something, but she can't quantify it. But that's not the fault of these people or that time; all her emotions have felt fogged, lost behind a wall for weeks now. She stops into several Gambling Houses where no one expects her to be personable, and she can ply a trade she knows just as well as breathing. People are dead, people are hurting, and she still has a mortgage to pay.

She wanders the Market Square, picking up a few of their newer products as she goes. Both for herself and for stocking the supplies for all eventualities Hunter House might face in the future. Something full circle about winning money and putting a little of it back into their merchants, who she stays and talks to with those she recognizes.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-04-20 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think I'd ever have the money to buy a star.

[she says softly, as if by way of greeting, looking up and over at louis for a moment before turning her attention further up, up, up—at the stars. the concept of having any money at all to buy something arguably beyond anything that money could buy sounds crazy to her—and yet she knows people do it.

and yet she also knows that naming stars and constellations helps everyone keep to the same general knowledge of the world. her life has never been one where she's been allowed to dream and yearn for such cosmic objects, though.

wanda turns her face downward, at her tea, at the ground, a more solid and familiar place to be.]


Probably. We're a lot closer than what we'd think.

[in this one continent...

wanda wonders if there's more to this world, beyond this landmass.]


Can't sleep, Louis?
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2023-04-20 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Let us not forget the show you put on earlier, my friend.

[ Thancred takes his glass back after a moment and indulges in a sip as well. His own outfit is not nearly as eye-catching, with dark colors preferred over white for a change of pace. It also isn't nearly as extravagant as what he put on for the vampires all those moons ago, which means he can appear quite relaxed.

Appear being the key word. He still has a sharp eye watching the movements of any strangers in the area. He hasn't forgotten how that ball in Nocwich came to an end.

At Urianger's own teasing comments, Thancred scoffs and returns his attention to him. ]
We shall see. I'm hardly as young as I used to be, after all. [ He's being over-the-top, but he's also older than he looks and sometimes his days of cavorting with young women, whether for work or not, feel so long ago. ] Not that I would turn down an offer.

[ There's a pause then, his eyes gleaming as he takes in Urianger's garments once more. There's a moment of hesitation, but then he decides this is precisely what Moenbryda would want him to do. Make sure he learns how to live a little, will you? ]

And I do wonder, do you still have it in you to take another turn? If it's between dancing with a stranger or a friend, I'd say the choice is obvious.

[ That, and the closeness required of a shared dance will allow him to properly check in on Urianger, to confirm that he isn't hiding any lingering injuries. ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-20 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hilda is in her shopping bliss. The vortex that the hobby sucks her into is a difficult one to pull her from, but thankfully the several months in Abraxas has had her considering where her money is actually coming from.

Even with that in mind, she's never had a problem enabling other's shopping habits (or lack thereof). She's admiring a set of necklaces when a voice interrupts her thoughts and she turns with a cheerful gaze towards the red headed girl. ]


I'm so glad you think so, thank you! [ A pink flush colours her cheeks at the brief compliment but then she's in full business mode. ] What sorts of shades of blue are in there? I think that will really make a difference as to what you pair it with.

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Gala OTA

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2023-04-20 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a formal affair, and the last thing Jo feels is formally inclined. All the last ones, there'd been some point. She'd wanted Dean notice, and he had. And Dean is. Jo pockets most of her allowance, saying she still wanted pants and something she could fight in.

Jo should have known she'd come back to end up being handed something fancier than she's feeling. But it's a gala, one of the shopkeepers she's known in passing for months, and she's not in the mood to be labor at the point when it will involve explaining things she won't. The shoulder armor is a weird touch, but there's some appreciation for the effort, the acknowledgment of her job, and she does wonder if the parts over her knees would make someone keel over longer if she kneed someone with it.

She spends some time at her assigned seat, but most of it roaming, taking in the performances, drink after drink (after drink) in hand. The eagle-eyed might have spotted the one dessert she picked up, took a few bites off, and then tossed.


Day After;

Jo stays around to help clean up after the Gala. After helping at the hospital in Nocwich and Cadens, it seems as well a thing as anything else and not all that troublesome. Even for all she drank last night, it doesn't look like she's nursing much of a hangover.
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[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-20 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[In Caitlyn's defense, Piltover galas had her mother and constantly feeling like she was being judged for everything she both did and did not do. Whether real or imagined. But this? This isn't Piltover and things are different here. There's no duty, no obligation. And it's strangely freeing. She'd said as much to Viktor months ago and even a stint in a smelly cave isn't quite able to change her mind on that.

But enough with the stodgy, serious thoughts. It's time to pamper and have fun! Which is absolutely something she deserves so Caitlyn plans to make the most of this.]


As you arrived almost together, I think this counts as being right on time.

[Caitlyn also moves to help, taking some of the things that Jayce didn't. Mindful of whatever organization system Hilda employed to manage carrying everything all at once. Usually she might have hesitated to participate in such an evening, but denying Jayce this would have been impossible.

And a night of pampering, indulgence, and self care would honestly do her mind and body some good. Even Caitlyn can see that. Which is the other reason she's agreed to this whole situation.]


I've the food, tea, some wine... [Caitlyn start to list off everything, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything.] Cucumbers, not for eating. Enough candles I think the chandler almost cried at so much business. And anything else either of you requested.

[Because honestly, she's realized if she really does list everything it'd take far, far too much time and effort when they've other things to do.]
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[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-20 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[As her current demonstration ends, Caitlyn spends a few moments in polite conversation with them before they head on their way to other preparatory matters. Not really her concern.

She notices someone hovering on the edges, perhaps a few years her junior, she's easy to spot now that there's no one else to focus on.]


Watching is a good way to start learning, but I've always found a practical demonstration makes it a lot easier.
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[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-20 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's certainly a lot more formal than any of Caitlyn's experiences here have been so far. Which, it's probably good that she's been eased into it. She's never been overly fond of the pomp and pageantry that usually comes with such noble formalities.

Luckily, the Free Cities aren't as keen on those sort of things compared to her home of Piltover. Which is probably why she's fine with this event, and is, in fact, quite looking forward to it even.

Caitlyn can only watch, trying very hard to keep a straight face as Claude bows. The way it's done is clearly meant to be humorous. A humor she returns with a classical Piltover-styled curtsey that practically creaks with stiffness. Two can play that game, Sir.]


Why, how could I deny such a charming request?

[Caitlyn gives up then, breaking into a quiet laugh. It's utterly ridiculous, but also utterly charming. And despite her long proximity to an similarly charming rogue in Jayce, she's still charmed all the same.]

I think we're a little late for first impressions, you and I.

[Holding out a hand, she appraises him curiously. Not that she minds, he'll be a welcome break from people stepping all over her toes. But Caitlyn does have to wonder.]

What brings you here, Good Sir? You don't seem like someone who'd need assistance with basic formal dancing.
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[personal profile] preferscuffs 2023-04-20 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Gravitational.

[Caitlyn tries out the word, nodding slightly at how apt it is. It's surprisingly poetic, but also not inaccurate. After all, look at the two of them. They're most certainly stuck in orbit around him for the rest of their lives.]

Yes, I think that explains it quite nicely.

[It's a perk of being tall, it's hard to evade your reach, when you have long arms. She hardly notices his token protest honestly.

Has she done the same thing for Jayce before? Most certainly. Considering she hadn't even thought twice. Just instantly fussed over the little, relatively harmless smear. Let her show care, damn it. She's not very good at it.]


Yes, sorry. Likely grease. It's gone now.

[Aw, look at those guile-less blue eyes, Viktor. Welcome to life with a friend slash younger sister figure. Or, alternatively, welcome to the life of having people fuss over you. This is what happens when people care.]

You said something about a demonstration?
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-04-20 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Like the central star of a planetary system. Or a black hole.

[That is possibly a joke. Something about an event horizon from which not even light can escape--but it feels slightly mean, so he doesn't say it. That's not Jayce, anyway. He's never made Viktor feel lesser, though of course his natural brilliance outshines almost everyone and everything else.

Part of the appeal, he supposes. Viktor has long since learned to enjoy the proximity to such sunlight. It's clear that Viktor has no idea how to react so this kind of physical contact, but it seems not worth getting worked up about it, not when he can pivot to something more important. He scrubs a hand over his face regardless, then composes himself and turns to the device.
]

Yes. Speaking of the cosmos--

[Viktor stoops a little, his fingers feeling around the base of the sphere for what is clearly an on switch. The little motor inside whirrs to life, and the rings begin to revolve around the center point. Blue light emanates from within, casting little starlight spots over the banquet area.]
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-20 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kahlil's gaze follows his hand to the star, but he's more focused on Elrond's expression. He can't say he believes that it is the same star, but there's a lot they don't understand about the Singularity, it's connection to the many worlds. If Kahlil can feel his own god here, it's possible that Elrond's belief is also true. ]

Your people must have many tales about them. [ The stars. ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-20 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Several things happen in rapid fire succession for Hilda: mild panic ebbs into relief upon seeing that no eyes are harmed by a pointy paper star, which is then quickly followed by surprise upon seeing who it is.

They hadn't since each other since their time aboard the Arcanis, but it quickly dawns on her that she had recalled seeing his name on the list of kidnapped Summoned in Sam's domain. It isn't as if they're particularly close, but she still feels a prickle of worry all the same.

Worry is folded under a grateful smile as she accepts the star from him. ]


Hardly working is more like it since I have butter fingers. [ Her eyes glint. ] Cute hair! You should wear it like this more often. Does that mean you're going to the gala tomorrow?
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— caitlyn | closed

[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-20 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Perched in her little corner of the gala, Hilda's attention is laser focused on completing the portrait in front of her. There had been nerves leading up to it of course, but tempering expectations that she was not an artist by any means, and that these were going to be quick sketches had lifted some of the pressure off of her.

It helps too that once she's in her groove, all of her nervous energy seems to fly right out the window. She flourishes the paintbrush in her hand as she adds a little artistic license to the billowing gown she's painting and doesn't look up to see who's approached. ]


If you want your portrait done, I'm almost finished with this one!

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dance lessons

[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-04-20 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hilda has been an active participant over the course of Caitlyn's dance lessons both as a student that quickly graduated into an assistant dance tutor. She's light on her feet and a (mostly) patient teacher, happily coaxing even the most reluctant wallflower into a quick lesson even if they have no actual plans to attend the gala.

There's never any harm in learning something new, right?

It's very hard to miss someone like Garrus. Recalling their conversation over the network (which feels like years ago even though it's only been perhaps a month or so), she slides up to him a curious, but cheeky grin affixed to her face. ]


Garrus, right? We finally get to meet in person! You weren't kidding when you said you stand out of a crowd. I'm Hilda.
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-04-20 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, not where I'm originally from."

Not the same imagery. And any spellcraft or divination done outside of the Payshmura limits would've been cause for any practitioner to be burned when the church was still in power. It was bad enough that even with them gone, you wouldn't find many people openly practicing on the streets outside of Fai'daum strongholds.

"It sounds like it's been used here for much longer than that."

Allegedly. Every history tome comes with that little asterisk. What they are allowed to learn of this world is highly curated, as she's probably come to find if she's trailed Jack around the library back in Thorne.

He wonders about the connection, though. Relics from Nayeshi found their way to Basawar. What if it were possible that tarot cards came to be in the many Earths the same way?