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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Garrus Vakarian | Free Cities

[thearchangel]

[ Prompts below! occ plotting here! ]

The Execution

[thearchangel]

BEFORE
[He's not here for any kind of enjoyment. Who actually likes watching people be executed? No this is for justice. To make sure this person actually gets what they deserve. Maybe that's why they gave him that "arcana". He's not a hard person to spot, what with the height, the unusual appearance out of all the humans. And the big bandage still slapped to the side of his face.]

[If that's not a familiar feeling, he doesn't know what is. And now they don't have the Normandy's medical bay to fix the problem in a few hours.]

It's not going to backfire and end up with me on the altar, right?

[He asks when the Mages appear, ask for his name on the stone - thanks for that, Justice Arcana. Despite the relaxed drawl of the words, there's a tension there. Like he fully expects to get yanked back into some kind of magical trap. Again.]


AFTER
What the hell.

[No, seriously. What the hell was that. Maybe he'd been right on the mark for "magical trap". Maybe infect her with mushroom spores too. Execute her by throwing her into the fungus dungeon. Something that seemed... hell, he doesn't know. He's no stranger to creative punishments, given his time in Omega.]

[But that was... a lot. A lot to take in, process. Giant bird-monsters were somehow easier to accept than an animal skin that ate people.]

And we're allowed to take one of her bones? [Not to keep, sure, but still, yikes.] I'm all for giving criminals what they deserve, but that seems ... pushing it.

The Gala - Free Cities

[thearchangel]

THE MARKET
[A lot of the items on display don't entirely work for someone like him. But that doesn't mean a guy can't browse. A few things have caught his eye though, and they're safely tucked away in a convenient bag slung over his shoulder. He stops by a garment stall, idly browsing the selection of fancy-looking cloaks.]

Think these are long enough for me? [He'll ask the merchant - or anyone nearby, if they overhear.]

[The injuries left over from the whole event haven't entirely faded, being they sunk their claws (har har) into old wounds - hence the bandage over one side of his face, and the careful motions he makes with anything involving that whole side of his body.]

[And at some point, he'll plunk his skinny butt down on a bench, to look through his purchases. Including the uh. Instrument they were all given. Peering into it, turning it over in his hands.]

Is this... a pipe?


DANCE LESSONS
[Garrus has learned exactly one human style dance in his life. Well, two, if you count the infamous "Shuffle" that swept the galaxy in '83. But neither of those are probably appropriate for this upcoming fancy party.]

[So if you need a partner to practice, or you just want to see a too-tall alien learn to boogie it down, he'll he there. And shuffling as best he can when your legs don't quite bend the same way humans' do. Hopefully, this isn't too embarrassing.]

[Hopefully.]


THE PARTY
[Shopping mission accomplished. Somewhat. He's still got his nicest set of normal clothing on - finding anything that fits his frame in this world is a trial and a half. However, over it, is one of those fancy capes from the market, complete with a furred collar. He's also sporting a fascinating eyepiece. It's not a bad look, really. And feels fancy enough for this gala.]

[He's open to chatting with any new tablemates he's been assigned to, as long as you don't mind questions about what exactly all these dishes are. He's learned a lot, but there's still so much left to figure out. Like what do you mean sweetbread isn't bread?]

[As for the entertainment portion, Garrus is also open to dancing during the musical numbers, if asked. Applauding for the entertainers themselves. He's not the performing sort, but hey, at least he doesn't have two left feet. Just one sore one, and one decent one.]

dance lessons

[theidlemaiden]

[ 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.

[thearchangel]

What gave me away? Was it the haircut?

[Garrus you don't have hair.]

[But that's clearly meant to be a joke. It does feel like years since he'd posed that question - asking for help with the sudden biotic skill he never had before. It's nice though, having a little callback to it. To when crap was slightly less smashed into the fan.]

[He holds a hand out in greeting. Three fingers, talons, carefully gloved.]

Nice to put a face to the name.

[theidlemaiden]

Definitely. It really suits you.

[ It's fine if he doesn't have hair, Hilda is playing along all the same. In fact, Garrus' willingness to joke cracks her grin a fraction wider across her face as she reaches out to shake his hand.

She vaguely remembers seeing his name on the list of Summoned that had been taken. Both worry and relief flickers briefly through her upon seeing him well and in relatively good spirits on the surface. ]

Likewise! Have you taken a spin out onto the dance floor yet?

[ Read: If he hasn't he's about to. ]

[thearchangel]

Hah. And here I was, worried they went too short.

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

Spin, step, all of the above. I had it until they started calling out dances... [Frankly, the only one he knows with any vague familiarity is the tango. And, really, the Shepard Shuffle.] But more practice never hurts, if you're offering.

[theidlemaiden]

If they did, I'd tell. Promise!

[ Personally, if something about her looked off, she'd want to know. In reality, she's more likely to get a little bit upset at the messenger but she'd get over it soon enough. ]

I am if you're open to a much shorter dancer partner.

[ Even with some heeled boots on Garrus has about a foot on in her height. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to dance with someone much taller than her, but it still makes for a funny image all the same. Their timing couldn't be more perfect either since it looks like the musicians for the outdoor session seem primed and ready to launch into the next song. ]

[thearchangel]

Guess I know who to go to if my fringe is ever out of whack.

[Still kind of a joke, considering he doubts even Shepard would notice that kind of thing. It's just too turian.]

[His head ducks to one side, the vibration under his words amused, despite his face not quite cooperating with a turian grin.]

Hey, a guy's got to learn sometime. [Especially given the height difference between him and the reason he's even trying to learn.] I'd appreciate it, actually.

[theidlemaiden]

No time like the present!

[ And she’s grasping his hand to tug him into the thick of things. The pair of them with his height and her pink hair stand out like a beacon in the already eclectic crowd. Caitlyn is calling out instructions and as the band strikes up everyone begins moving in a somewhat cohesive motion. When it seems like they’ve got some sort of rhythm going and have figured out where exactly to place their hands, Hilda can’t help but curiously ask, ]

Is the gala the reason you wanted to learn?

[thearchangel]

Ye -

[And there they go. Into the dance. Thankfully, unlike half the Normandy crew, Garrus isn't half bad when he puts his mind to it. He definitely won't step on any toes. It's still hard to figure out all these terms - how they translate to moving his feet.]

[It was easier with the tango, honestly.]

Hm? [Look up from your feet, dork.] Oh, yeah. Yeah, it is. I was taking lessons on the side back in our world, but - figured I may as well learn how to do it here, too.

[theidlemaiden]

[ If Garrus hadn’t reminded himself to look up from his feet, Hilda would have. But she’s also no stranger to people trying to get comfortable with the steps and their feet placement so it’s understandable particularly when he’s trying to learn the ones that Caitlyn had taught them minutes ago.

There’s a hum of acknowledgement from Hilda as she subtly nudges them around another couple that look like they’re both new and about to veer into them. ]

At least dancing is something that’s drastically different from these worlds. [ And then teasingly — ] Are you planning on dancing with anyone in particular? Or is this a just in case so you don’t get caught out in a social faux pas?

[thearchangel]

Just move your feet, move your arms... try not to step on anyone. Tracks for everywhere, right?

[That's the universal constant, far as dancing is concerned. At least he thinks so.]

[Dang, he was doing so well. Hadn't made a wrong step once. It's a perfectly normal question. Anyone would ask that, really. And he still sort of flubs the step, catching himself before his legs get tangled.]

I uh. May be planning on. Asking someone, yeah.

[theidlemaiden]

That sounds about right. [ There's a good natured laugh mixed in with her voice. ] Maybe we should have had Caitlyn have you open up with that line next time.

[ Because there would obviously be another gala or another opportunity to dance, right?

The last thing she expects is to have her question hit some kind of nail on the head. Or to have it hit so hard that he stumbles. Before any real concern can cross her face though, sheer delight replaces it. Hilda however, unlike Garrus, doesn't miss a beat and steers them back on track while her eyes shine up at him at the smell of love and romance in the air. ]

Oh? Who is it! Are they from home? Another Summoned maybe?

Party

[earthborn]

[Shepard is, as usual, a cheerful drunk— not that she's drunk, not even buzzed, really. It'd take more than a couple glasses of the local specialties to put her in a state, even before the Cerberus upgrades, and she hasn't had more than a couple yet.

The night is young.]

Well, Garrus, you clean up good. [She slides up next to him in good spirits, with a highly noticeable once-over. She herself is dressed in something approaching Alliance dress blues— or at least something good deal closer to those clean, tailored lines than the Free Cities uniform ever got.] Reminds me of old times.

[The bandage, the visor, the overall look of... bulk, with the oddly furred collar. It's a long ways from being proper armor, but it's definitely pulling some shadow of the right shape out from the bony nature of a Turian frame. That's how she remembers him, from the SR-2; injured, battered, but never broken, and recovering stronger then before, step by step. She takes a sip from the cup she's carrying, smiling at him over the rim all the while.]

How's the face?

[thearchangel]

[He's not ashamed to admit he preens a little with the compliment. Just a bit. He can't help it. Who could?]

Well, I had to. There's this commander I'm trying to impress. She doesn't settle for anything less than her crew's best.

[The eyepiece isn't the same, not by a longshot. But it feels right to have something there. He has half a mind to modify it along the lines of his original one. Just to keep up the consistency.]

Oh, you know. It was always ugly. [The lopsided tilt of his head gives away the humor in the statement. It's healing. Sore, but healing.] How about you?

[earthborn]

[The laugh catches her off-guard and she chokes, mid-drink. She really should have seen that one coming. God, she had said that, hadn't she? That was what counted for flirting around here, clearly.]

Well, there've been a few rough spots, but I'm feeling no pain today.

[Because while she might not be particularly inebriated, that's a matter of effort and time, more than inclination.]

It's good to cut loose. [Considering how close it had come, after all.] Stick around a bit longer, I might even go for a dance.

[thearchangel]

Good to hear. Because you're killing it in that outfit.

[This is where he would do a 'fingergun' gesture, if 1) he knew what that was, and 2) was the kind of guy who'd do that. He's trying his best to make a flirtatious joke here. Trying, being the key word.]

Really though, I am glad to hear that. [It's said in that characteristic softer tone. More echo than word. Before he grins again, in his own way.] Really? Dancing?

Now I'm intrigued.

[earthborn]

What no smart comments about my moves? [She's grinning right back. He'd be mortifying if, indeed, she didn't know him so well.] Or are you better than that, now?

[She knows what people say about her dancing; it's never stopped her before, and it isn't going to stop her, now. Nothing will. She is beyond shame.]

[thearchangel]

Not today, you got a pass.

Besides... [He settles a hand on her back. Trying to act as casual as a turian can, which, if she didn't know his facial expressions, is probably pretty damn casual.] I may have been taking lessons for just such an invitation.

[Here and at home, but that hadn't gone much further than an introduction or two before he'd been dropped on his ass here.]

[earthborn]

[She looks up when she feels his hand. Oh ho.]

Is that so?

[She's not sure whether that's funny, or alarming, honestly. After a moment's thought, Shepard settles on flattering; he's doing research, taking lessons— prepping. In the abstract, she knew Garrus probably thought about her a lot, when they were each off on their own, but... still.

The night is cool but not cold, the music... rustic, like all the music on Abraxas. Classic, Kasumi would probably call it, half-offended, but Shepard had grown up on synths and electronic vocals. Still, with the wine-sweet breeze, the happy people, the relief of having lived to see this vault of stars hung over them all, once again... She offers him her hand, in what is for once in her life, nothing like a handshake.]

Alright, Garrus; let's do it. Show me what you got.

[thearchangel]

It just might be.

[He's aiming for charming. That little cant of his head, the lowering of his voice. Of course he'd been prepping. Preparing. There wasn't much else he wanted to do in his downtime, anyway. Waiting for news. Preparing for something good amidst the overhanging threat of Destruction.]

[And he's a little afraid she'll turn him down. She's not exactly known for her dancing, after all. It's not the best date idea.]

[But then there's the hand. There's the offer accepted. The confidence he loves so much. He takes it.]

It's something I hear is called a "tango".

[Garrus the music isn't even remotely good for that - ]

[earthborn]

[It might be a little cruel of her, but it's always gratifying, even after so long, to see how nervous he still seems to get. Of course she's going to accept; dubious as she is about this Tango business, Shepard trusts his lead every bit as much as he trusts hers— demonstrably, to the end of the galaxy and back again.]

A Tango. Alright, you really have been taking lessons. [Not that she doubted him, but still. There's a big difference between doing a couple of turns with a willing practice partner and anything with an actual name on it.] Settin' the bar kinda high, you know.

[thearchangel]

[You should see him trying to explain being in a relationship to Hilda. He's dropping cue cards everywhere.]

[Even with half his face broken again, there's no hiding the grin. The little dip and flare of mandible as close to an eyebrow wiggle as possible.]

Hey, only the best for the best. [You can't really wink with an eyepiece on. Though he genuinely tries.] Besides, no one here knows what it's actually supposed to look like.

[Not that he'd let her falter. No way. Not where people can see.]

[earthborn]

You don't know that. [It's both such an uncharacteristically silly, frivolous thing, and at the same time... just so Garrus. The same man who'd spend thousands of man-hours on firing-solution calibrations really would put this much meticulous attention into date-night plans. Into making her smile.] Could be one of these poor summoned bastards is a world-class dancer.

[It's working, too; she can't seem to stop. This is going to be a disaster, inevitably, he's actually leading her out onto the dance floor, and Shepard still can't help but want to laugh about it.]