MINI-EVENT: CODA - IC EVENT LOG

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Mini-Event - Coda

OOC event plotting

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Mid-April, you receive two formal invitations. They arrive separately in two distinct envelopes and do not appear to be precisely related.

◎ The first is from Solvunn, signed and sealed by the Solvunn Council. It informs the reader that on April 18th, Josselyn Creed's fate will be publicly carried out according to Solvunn's traditions with the Old Gods. The location is in neutral territory, a safe distance from the Singularity's crater. The Council expresses deep regret for the actions of one of their own and invites you to attend as an observer if you wish to find closure. Portals are provided. The proceedings will be in the morning.

◎ The second is from your respective faction. The letter is less solemn and invites you to attend a weekend gala on April 21st - 23rd. It acknowledges that recent times have been difficult and that faction officials and locals wish to repay the Summoned for their contributions. Portals to each location are provided.

Divine Judgment

In the weeks leading up to Josselyn Creed's execution, many of you were allowed to question Josselyn. Now that you've received the answers you're seeking - as much as you were able to - officials have granted you the chance to gain some closure and witness her execution.

The factions will warn the Summoned that Solvunn does not take angering the Gods lightly. Her death will not be quick and will likely be sacrificial. They advise anyone who may not have the stomach for it to remain home and enjoy the festivities at the end of the week.

Attending her execution is optional and open to all. New arrivals are welcome to watch...though they may not want to. All characters may skip this portion of the event.

Participants of Event #12 are still welcome to speak to Josselyn. This section will close on April 30th.

Last Rites

CW: Disturbing imagery, animal death, ritualistic sacrifice, body horror.

So that all can attend, Solvunn will perform Josselyn's last rites in neutral territory. Anyone who attended the Peace Summit last year will recognize the area, though the colorful tents are gone. In their place are some plain stone benches and a temporary altar. Thick mists roll into the valley, bringing a chill to the air. As you arrive, you see Solvunn mages instructing volunteers to right certain stones as the last touches are added. Present to represent the other two factions are Jolene Sybell of Thorne and Reva Hym of the Free Cities.

The stones are arranged in spiraling circles, with twelve arches that span them. Carved into the ground beneath the arches are each of the Major Arcana. Find your matching Arcana and leave an offering if you want. You're told the gesture will appease the gods and ensure the "cleansing" is successful.

The Moon, Josselyn Creed's Arcana, has been carved into the center stone. If you share her Arcana or are The Emperor or Justice, Solvunn mages will approach and ask you to write your name in charcoal into the stone. If you bear any of the other signs, you can also do so, but you won't be asked directly.

Preparation

Soon, a hush falls over the crowd as Isar Hart comes forward with a black sheep in tow. Several Solvunn Elders flank the sheep as it's placed before the altar. They paint large winding lines and runes on its wool and face. Winifred Bordeaux turns to the crowd. She states that the wrongs born of the commune are always made right by Solvunn's hands and seeks forgiveness. The gods may cast judgment as they see fit.

Mages begin a haunting chant in an ancient tongue. With a large bone knife, Winifred kneels next to the sheep and slices its throat. As warm blood flows over the ground, it fills each etched Arcana sigil. The sigils glow a faint red upon contact, and the grass around them withers and blackens. Once fully drained, the Elders carefully skin the sheep. Its organs are placed in jars as it is hollowed out. With the skin removed, the Elders lay it on the altar and declare that those who stray from the gods must be brought back into the fold.

One of the stones vibrates, releasing Josselyn Creed into the hands of waiting Elders. As she's dragged to the altar's center, she decries Solvunn for being blind, accusing them of turning away from the truth. The old ways have long stopped serving them, she declares. The Old Gods are no longer listening.

Penance

Holding her in place, Rowan March places the skin of the black sheep upon her. The wool stretches outward to envelop her limbs, covering every part of her in the pelt and muffling her shouts. As each bone bends and snaps loudly in the silence to take the form of a sheep, her body collapses with anguished cries. Finally, a mass of quivering wool and human sinew is left, the sheep's face ajar on her broken skull.

The chanting reaches a crescendo, then stops abruptly. The mist thickens, swirling towards the altar. Your surroundings darken. From the gloom comes a massive bird-like silhouette. Its enormous wings shadow the sky, blocking out the sun. Though the figure's form is obscured, the dozens of vultures that descend are visible - and so is the feast that ensues.

Through the fog and shadow, you glimpse blood and flesh tearing. Slowly, the mist begins to clear as each bird takes its fill. The silhouette above withdraws. What remains before you is a pile of bones picked clean...and the recognizable head of Josselyn Creed beneath the sheep's mask, the only part of her uneaten.

Immolation

The Council allows all in attendance to confirm Josselyn's identity and her fate, ensuring that the factions and the Summoned are satisfied with the outcome. A ritual fire lights up on the altar. Her head is placed in first by one of the Elders.

The rest of her bones are in the sheepskin. No blood or flesh remains. The pelt is startlingly clean for such a gory display. You're invited to paint your Arcana on a bone and place the bone into the fire as a gesture to the gods that you've accepted the punishment they chose for her.

The atmosphere is solemn. Winifred offers her thanks on behalf of the Council for allowing Solvunn to make amends for Josseyn's misdeeds. They deeply regret this was necessary but promise they'll take steps to ensure it never happens again.

A few remain to watch her bones finish burning. You may join them if you like or return home at once. A harsh silence fills the ceremonial grounds as you step through the portal.

Weekend Gala

Several days after the execution, the cities prepare for the feast and gala. On the day of, portals will open up in the main hub of each city: Castle Thorne in Thorne, the Primary Settlement in Solvunn, and Cadens in the Free Cities.

You're welcome to arrive on the first day or skip the speeches and arrive on the second day for the main dinner and event. Everyone will be sent home on the third day (April 23rd), though the factions would be happy if you'd like to volunteer to clean up and take down decorations before you go. Not to worry if you'd rather go home - they have plenty of staff and locals for the job.

Each city will provide a place for you to stay for the weekend. They'll choose their best inns for you, except Solvunn. Solvunn will offer a comfortable communal tent for all attendees to share.

Thorne (Hayle)

The first evening, the King and Queen will gather guests into a grand hall at Hayle University. The King formally welcomes and expresses Thorne's gratitude for everyone's safe return. He heralds the Summoned and those involved in the terrible incident for their fortitude and bravery. The Queen follows afterward, adding that she is glad justice has been served and that they can be assured Josselyn Creed can never harm anyone again. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave and promises Thorne will always serve those who are steadfast in their loyalty.

In a rare moment, Ambrose Rhett and the Duchess, Anastasia Rhett, can be spotted standing side by side in the background. Jolene Sybell is also present. Ambrose, however, will not be seen past the welcoming speech, returning to the Castle after.

Gifts

As a resident of Thorne, you'll receive a gift bag containing:

◎ A sweet dream potion that grants the user happy dreams and a good night's sleep. A basic spell, these potions were made by schoolchildren in Hayle as a thank-you gift for the Summoned. The custom label on each bottle has your name handwritten and decorated by the kids. If you're known around the Castle, it might contain a drawing that represents your reputation - for example, a flower if you have a green thumb. They've been told a bit about the Summoned by officials and their teachers.

◎ A jade turtle that, when placed in a bowl or pool of water, is enchanted to swim around. A novel decorative piece that calls back to the giant sea turtle which came to aid you and your friends on Thorne's shores.

◎ A soothing galaxy orb that displays the starry night sky within. When placed in front of some light, it'll cast a pretty sparkle over your surroundings.

Surroundings

Located far north, Hayle is most famous for its beautiful crystalline architecture. The weather is warmer now that spring has arrived, but relatively cool with temperatures dipping at night. Vast mountains are in the distance for a breathtaking view.

Hayle bustles with vibrant energy and a diverse population. Where Castle Thorne closely follows the formal traditions of the nobility and traditional Academic Magic, Hayle is trendier with innovative spellwork, the newest designs in fashion, and a vast library of knowledge.

◎ Arcana Deck Exhibit
Expensive custom-crafted Arcana decks are under glass cases like fine jewels. One notable attraction is an exhibit displaying one-of-a-kind decks designed by famous artists or enchanted by renowned mages in Thorne's history. Some boast intricately painted designs and real gold, while others use precious gems embedded in the cards themselves. One preserved deck is carved entirely on pinewood.

◎ Boutiques
Boutiques sell tailored clothes and fine jewelry that include Arcana-inspired accessories. Luxury magical tools are also available such as gold scales for weighing potion ingredients. Some bookshops specialize in signed or antique copies. The contents are nothing special, but editions are considered collectibles. Though most aren't for sale except to the wealthiest individuals, you're free to look.

◎ Makeover & Performers
Street performers occupy every corner around Hayle: stories told through illusions, musician-less instruments, and juggling acts that incorporate impressive balls of colorful light. You can get your portrait drawn by an enchanted paintbrush or volunteer for one of the illusionists to give you a temporary "makeover." The makeover will grant you one or more features of your choosing that will last 24 hours: a new hair or eye color (including unnatural shades!), translucent illusory wings (they won't get in the way), or decorative nails.

Personal shopping and styling assistance is also offered by Lenore and Natasha Romanoff.

Banquet

The banquet takes place on the second evening, held in Hayle University's finest ballroom. Decorations are delicate and elegant. The chandelier above drips with crystals and gold.

Although you'll have an assigned seat to start with, there's no need to stay where you are. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!

◎ Food & Drink
A formal multi-course dinner will be served throughout the night. The wine flows freely and food is abundant. Thorne is known for its exquisite cuisine, and Hayle is no different. With the harsh winter over and farmlands slowly recovering from the attack last summer, the nation is no longer struggling as much with supplies. Dishes include stuffed duck, delicate fish, rare nutty cheeses, soup, and plenty of cakes and biscuits.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and magic shows. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! If you're not good at what you do, the citizens won't boo you off the stage, but you'll feel an awkward atmosphere begin to build, and word might spread about your act. The nobility in Thorne has exacting standards and a penchant for gossip.

Musical performances include original compositions on the violin and piano by Lestat de Lioncourt and elvish songs by Elrond, while Lord John Grey will recite some poetry and music. Magical displays include illusory lights featuring the Arcana signs by Istredd, flashy divination magicks channeled through a tarot deck by Urianger, and a light-based display of intricate mandalas Stephen Strange - whose third eye may be glimpsed beneath his hood when he casts his Eldritch magic.

◎ Night's End
The banquet runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A carriage will be waiting to take you back to your inn. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Castle Thorne through the portal.

Free Cities (Libertas)

The first evening, the Prime Minister will gather guests by the mosaic sculpture in the Willow Memorial Park. Prime Minister Marlo expresses her gratitude for everyone's safe return and apologizes for the atrocities that occurred under her watch. The bravery and fortitude of those involved will be remembered. Fortunately, justice has found those responsible, and the city can begin to march forward. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave, promising that her government will make sure nothing like this ever happens again to its people. The Summoned are, of course, people of the Free Cities regardless of where they came from.

Quilleth Kaur takes the stand afterward, addressing the tragedy that struck Libertas not long ago and personally thanking the Summoned for their help in rescuing survivors and rebuilding the city. This includes the construction of the park itself, led by two of the Free Cities' longest Summoned residents. She bids everyone to enjoy the festivities. They deserve to relax and feast after a harrowing experience.

Gifts

As a resident of the Free Cities, you'll receive a gift basket containing:

◎ Tickets to a special comeback show by one of Libertas' most famous acrobatic troupes - their first since the city's destruction. The envelope includes a letter which addresses you by name and thanks you for your help. If you've made an impression on the citizens of Libertas, the letter will mention noteworthy things you've contributed, such as volunteer efforts or donations. The tickets grant you the best seats in the house and a free drink during intermission. Performances are held throughout April and May, so you'll have plenty of time to attend.

◎ A kazoo, best used to annoy your friends or heckle anyone you find disagreeable, though beware that the people of Libertas won't hesitate to brawl on the street over insults.

◎ Luxurious bath crystal balls that fizzle and give the water a beautiful shimmer. Infused with medicinal properties, they'll alleviate aching muscles and lingering pains.

Surroundings

Located far south, Libertas is most famous for its subversive attitude and colorful architecture. With winter on the way out, the weather is warm but not scorching hot as it can be in the summer. Rare spring rains have caused flowers to bloom and sprout around the desert.

Libertas is diverse and lax in social norms. Where Cadens boasts the best research and technology, Libertas' focus is on advancements in free thought, art, and knowledge. Following the art walk not long ago and the long-term portal to Libertas, some of these attitudes have filtered into Cadens.

◎ Artist Alleys
The collapse of the city's buildings has caused street art to greatly flourish. Winding alleyways between homes and shops contain paintings, written poetry on the walls, and musical performances. Sculptor Axn Kade, famous for his pieces made of reclaimed metal and his activism for mining safety, has added a new sculpture to the city's streets. The plaque contains a dedication to the Summoned who helped clean up the mining equipment a few months ago, having used the scrap metal gathered during that process.

◎ Gambling Halls & Brews
Rejecting government oversight, Libertas is home to several gambling halls of all types. If you have the money, you're sure to find a spot to suit you. Beware of loan sharks and play at your own risk. Taverns around Libertas are rowdy. They often have an open floor for art performances, poetry readings, and philosophical debates. Always open to new ideas, many places in Libertas host tastings for brews created using innovative flavors and techniques.

◎ Market Square
Though not as large as Aquila's market, the Libertas market square is still a sprawling maze. Anyone with something to sell will have squeezed a table or a stall into the area. Enterprising merchants will give you a demonstration of some of their products, most powered by New Magic: a comb that changes your hair color upon use, eye drops that give your irises an enchanting colorful glow, and disposable crystal accessories that take on the illusion of precious jewels for a short period - invented to undermine the value of gems. Any changes to your appearance are temporary, lasting 24 hours.

Before the feast, simple dance lessons are available from Caitlyn Kiramman.

Garden Feast

The feast takes place on the second evening, held at the Willow Memorial Park. Glowing orbs of light have been hung from the willow trees while vases made by a local potter feature flowers from the park's wildflower meadows. More details about the park are available under Locales for Libertas.

Provided by Viktor (and Jayce Talis), the center of the garden contains a revolving armillary sphere modeled after the astronomy of Abraxas, casting an atmospheric starry light over the area.

To start with, you'll pull your table number from a hat to receive your "assigned" seat, but there's no need to stay there all night. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!

◎ Food & Drink
An eclectic array of dishes line a large table at the park's center. Help yourself to what you like in any order. No one will bother you if you start with dessert! Wine, ales, and hard liquors are as plentiful as the food. Dishes include grilled fish and pork, dips and spreads, puddings, sweetbread, cakes, and seasonal fruits common to the desert climate, such as figs and oranges.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and poetry. Artists have been invited to unveil new pieces or showcase old favorites. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! Performers won't be judged on talent so much as passion. As long as you're creative and genuinely enjoy your craft, you'll have the support of the locals.

Jaskier will put on a lute performance, including a ballad of Spyndlveiss containing themes related to the recent disappearances. Diana Prince will recite a short portion of The Iliad, in both Ancient Greek and common. A "blade dancing" display using a painted stave by Obi-wan Kenobi will take place, as well. Finally, Hilda Goneril will draw and paint quick "fashion sketches" to commemorate everyone's style - available to both small groups and individuals.

◎ Night's End
The feast runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A wagon is available to bring you back to your inn, but most locals prefer to walk, creating a drunken parade of people through the streets while singing cheerfully. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Cadens through the portal.

Solvunn (Primary Settlement)

The first evening, the two remaining members of the Council, along with Isar Hart, address the gathered, apologizing for the sheep who strayed from their flock. They're especially disappointed with the heretical actions of a trusted community member, whose name they will no longer acknowledge. The gods have cast their judgment, and now the community can come together to heal. The Council promises the newly formed Summoned Conclave that they are vital members of the commune and that Solvunn is here to aid them in whatever they need.

Isar Hart reiterates that his position on the Council is temporary until the seat can be filled, though the Council does not give a date for when this might occur.

Gifts

As a member of the Solvunn Commune, you'll receive a gift bag containing:

◎ A clay mug, handmade by children in the settlements. Each mug is customized for the individual based on what the children have managed to learn about you, painted with what they believe to be your favorite colors, flowers, patterns, or animals. How accurate the kids are about you varies depending on your interactions with them, but they've tried their best. The bottom of the mug is signed by the child who made it for you. If you run into them afterward, they might ask if you like your mug.

◎ Thick and comfortable knitted socks made from the wool of Isar Hart's sheep farm.

◎ A few sachets of herbal teas to help you get a good night's rest and restore your energy. A small thank-you note accompanies the teas, signed by Lorelai and Esmond, who are grateful for the chance to return home.

Surroundings

The southernmost of the settlements, the Secondary Settlement boasts vast sprawling farmlands and a beautiful shoreline overlooking the ocean. Skies are sunny and clear throughout the gathering. Wildflowers bloom across the flat plains, orchards are starting to bear fruit, and fish are plentiful once more.

The Secondary Settlement is sparsely populated but maintains a tight-knit community. Where the Primary Settlement is a hub for schooling, craftspeople, and artisans, the Secondary Settlement is focused on agriculture and livestock: sheep, goats, horses, and fields of crops fill the area. Many families take pride in supplying the commune with produce and materials like wool, eggs, milk, and grains.

◎ Farms & Livestock
Farms are open with fences solely to keep out any predators or pests. You're free to visit the fields and orchards. Pick apricots and cherries, pet the sheep, play with the baby goats, and gather eggs for the evening's potluck. Isar Hart will be pleased to show you his prized black sheep, whose majestic horns are greatly admired. Smaller gardens filled with flowers and herbs are also available to explore. If you'd like to put together bouquets for the evening or make flower wreaths to decorate, you can help yourself. Finally, you can fish to your heart's content in the nearby pond. Bring your catch to dinner!

◎ Shrines
After recent events, shrines around the Secondary Settlement are full of offerings to appease the gods and seek guidance. These offerings consist of animal bones, harvested fruit, and wine. You can add to the shrines if you like or simply visit them. Many shrines hum with magical energy and all previous signs of corruption over the past few weeks have faded. You can ask for blessings of health, luck, or abundance for yourself or others.

◎ Neighborly Help
Although Solvunn doesn't place much emphasis on extravagance, the evening's affair is an important one. They'd like to look their best. Members of the commune are all around the settlement to give you a hand to get ready. You can have someone style or braid your hair with ribbons, color it with natural dyes, or lend you some clothes and accessories if you don't have any. You can help them in return, as well. They're also happy to trade items with you.

Louis de Pointe du Lac will temporarily alter your clothes or appearance for the night using illusory magic.

Potluck

The potluck takes place on the second evening, held outdoors in one of the Secondary Settlement's spring meadows. Decorations are rustic and simple, consisting of fresh flowers and candles.

Mud-clay sculptures and masks are available from Nanaue, though they are not very sturdy. Nero will hand out colorful brochures.

There are no assigned seats. Tables and chairs are placed tightly together, along with natural seating created by tree stumps and boulders. You're encouraged to mingle and wander around. Though a sober hush lies over the gathering, the atmosphere is hopeful. The people of Solvunn look forward to better days.

◎ Food & Drink
Solvunn's potluck feast consists of dishes and drinks brought by everyone in the commune, including members of the Council. There are hearty stews and soups, freshly baked bread, butter churned that very morning, and a variety of Solvunn's famous goat cheeses. You're invited to contribute anything you like! Simply add your dish or dessert to the table. The centerpiece of the potluck is a pig roast. Mead and ale flow freely.

Wanda Maximoff will bring sečenica, propeć (both cheese and egg savory baked goods), and traditional fruit pies of plums, cherries, sugar, almonds, and vanilla sugar. Claire Fraser will provide a unique loose-leaf herbal tea blend.

◎ Entertainment
The people of Solvunn will sing, dance, and make music together. On occasion, there are pauses for someone to take the spotlight, but overall no one's center stage for long. Instruments are passed around, and guests are encouraged to join in. Due to recent events, many songs are subdued, speaking of honoring the gods. Later in the night, stories are exchanged around the campfires. One particular folktale is told by Rowan March about Spyndlveiss, a figure who captures wayward sheep on their way between the settlements. From these lost sheep, he makes sheepskin suits for hungry wolves to wear.

Eddie Munson will hold a lively musical performance.

◎ Night's End
The potluck runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. Large tents are nearby for you to rest and spend the night. In the morning, you can join in on the communal breakfast before returning through the portal to the Primary Settlement.

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Comments

louis de pointe du lac » solvunn's token vampire.

[mobezon]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀

i » flowers;

{ when they made the announcement after the execution, louis didn't need to go to know what occurred. all it took was a glance of passerby minds and he got flashes of the imagery for those that chose to attend. a glimpse into the taste of what the solvunn gods have to offer in their iron might is enough for louis to not attend nor have any desire to associate if he can. there's a stir, a memory that he has pushed that reminds him too much of the rules set aside from where he comes from. vampire rules that deem they can execute others based on them being broken.

it's not the way to manage. he'll keep his mouth tight-lipped to the affair, and turn his cheek away from it for now. it's too close, something in him tells him. he continues to shut doors within the privacy of his own mind, of his occasionally wilting might. he shakes it off, and decides to sit down and start putting together flower bouquets. after some time, he realizes what he's putting together, provided what is available. }

All the books in the world, and sometimes I got my fixations. Fitting to have arrangement of flowers with the meaning of death and grief laying around.

{ there are lilies and muns in the one he's holding, of which he secures with a red ribbon. }

ii » neighborly;

{ he had volunteered his time to aid folks in their outfits. louis didn't think many would approach him, let alone the children. one of them had offered to paint something on his hand after he lined her dress with gold sparkles from the replication of a colorful shimmer of a rock's insides. with more practice, he'll improve. he took to it since it can't harm anyone, but he's still wary of using too much.

he's distantly reminded of the nieces and nephews he missed out on when he sees the little girl determined on drawing a shape he can't make out at first. all he sees is neon paint from his angle. she insisted she must thank him. he figured he might as well, considering the exchange rate mentality, although he would gladly do it for nothing. once she's done, she says her goodbyes and he can finally see what the drawing is.

he finally figures what it is. it's a smiley face. now he's going to be wearing one on top of his hand all night. he likes having the corner of the tent that overlooks the meadow, considering he can spend stretches of time unbothered. the commotion has mostly passed as people move on to evening activities. louis remains in his place, sitting upon the grassed hillside. it's not a bad trade. he'll leave the smiley paint on with its neon glow under the darkening sky. }

iii » games;

{ it had become apparent that he couldn't stay away, since they found him. they as in the children. they don't fear him. it's good they don't, but should he be concerned on the acceptance of oddity solvunn has offered? he's begun to understand it as such. he's walking along the potluck field, intending to go right through it when he finds a ball (or what resembles one) hits the side of his foot. a kid - how many of them are there - asks if he wants to play.

they can't be that friendly. it seems they are. }

It wouldn't be fair.

{ it's said lightly. he gently kicks the ball, but he forgets his strength and it ends up flinging the ball over the kid's head, far enough that he'll have to retrieve it. by the time he has it in his hand again and returns, the kid is gone. probably got distracted. he lifts the the ball and takes the time to inspect what it's made out of. surely it had been football they've been playing or a variation. soccer? it's rounded. he's never been the sporty kind. it's certainly sturdy. if someone approaches, they'll hear his comment. }

Reminds me of a Mesoamerican ball game. Made of materials similar to natural latex mixed with the juice of the morning glory vine.

( ota prompts!! feel free to wildcard. will match format. )

ii

[aquaveiled]

[ Himeka has spent enough time in the Commune that she's collected quite a few outfits thanks to the family she's been staying with, both casual and ceremonial as need be. But when she heard that there would be something akin to Glamours in play, she decides that she needs to see them for herself.

Plus, she owes Louis congratulations on his recent appointment. It is nice to see new blue (har har) settling in so well.

So after doing some rounds of watching performances and chowing down, she makes her way to the tent. ]

Still open for business?

[mobezon]

{ he hasn’t been making too much rounds. it’s easier to pass the time when he isn’t actively trying to go from one area to another quickly. his memory muscle when activated has taken some time to readjust after having not been using his gifts to using them for full on survival - better to keep in check.

all he wants is to be grounded (no pun intended)!

he recognizes himeka from the introductions a long while ago. a farm, if he recalls. he’d gotten the impression she’d been leading the welcoming aspect with nero and wanda, of which he’s only met wanda. to him time can be a blink when it stretches for others, but recently it’s been the latter. louis is keeping to low pressure activities, however he likes the occasional company when it arises. }

Welcome. Was it Himeka? I don’t think we got to properly introduce one another the last time there was a gathering. The brochures were informative. Have anything specific in mind?

[aquaveiled]

[ For as private a person as Wanda is, she makes a remarkable amount of connections. But it's a good thing, really--there'd been a time when she pulled in so deeply into herself that Himeka had been worried that Wanda may not make it back out. But her drive has been restored and her purpose in this world is something she's making for themselves.

It's something that they all need to do and it sure as hell does help deal with the fact they're so far away from home. ]

Mhmm, that's right.

[ She'd been pleased with the turnout of their little get together. Given that Solvunn is a close community, she had no doubt their paths would cross again.

Of course, he'd also been one of the missing Summoned they had hoped to rescue. That Louis has opted not only to represent the will of the Summoned in Solvunn but also to do something for the greater community here must mean he's doing alright. Right? ]

We haven't, though I already know that you're Louis, one of our representatives in the Conclave.

[ She gives him a thumbs up. ]

Quite brave of you for stepping forward after all that's happened.

[ Not someone that needed some (well-intended) prodding into nomination like Aloy. ]

As for glamours...do you think you could make me look like someone from your star?

[mobezon]

{ truthfully, louis is a rather private individual. he recognizes he needs others to sustain a life in solvunn, but beyond that it doesn't hurt to get to know what will most likely end up his neighbors on some level. it's familiar, like a second instinct that he long ago learned to hone when he'd needed it when storyville had been thriving. although, the red-light district is wholeheartedly different, and he's long let go of such expositive notions.

it's a different vibe, as they say. }

Ah, right. I suppose there are only three of us, which means I'm in. { the fact that he got enough nominations left him slightly astonished, considering he had exposed his nature. sometimes people still have a way of truly surprising the vampire who considered death boring up until he arrived. his mindset might be shifting. he gets up from sitting, realizing he's been on the ground. }

Thank you. I don't want what happened to some of us to happen to anyone else again. Please, come inside.

{ there's a platform in the middle of the tent and a mirror, along with a table of assortments he'll consult if needed. he does regard her request, although he might need to encourage further information. louis likes to be on point. he gives her a sheepish grin. }

My star? Pardon. What aspect are you referring to?

[aquaveiled]

[ She chuckles lightly at that--it's fair, there were only up to three spots available per the offer they were given, but that doesn't necessarily mean that all would have been filled. She thinks it's a good sign that there were at least three (mostly) willing volunteers for the job anyway, and Louis had easily garnered support. Hells, Himeka voted for him on word of mouth alone. ]

You did get votes, which says something, if you ask me! Now you'll just be setting the precedent for the rest of us.

[ No pressure or anything.

At the invitation, she steps inside the tent and moves to the platform, where she assumes he works his literal magic. In that same moment she takes a sweep of the surroundings, just to see if it gives her a clue to any of his personal tastes, preferences, or if this is all for utility-- ]

Oh! Sphere? World? You wouldn't be from "Earth", would you? I think most people here are.

[mobezon]

You should go for the next round. I’ve gotten the impression most of us want to build upon a community.

{ he ran with it, no matter how dislocated it may be until he puts together whatever puzzle he intends to make of his solvunn lifestyle. he’s not sure what the concave will arise. to become an influence again with means of a less shady aspect, maybe one that his sister or brother would have gloated about seems fitting as if he must do it to continue to amend.

there are an array of colored paints on the table, ribbons, split rocks of shiny patterns, and varying flowers. there’s a cauldron, for purposes of melding. a sewing kit. agave. bronze tree bark. he went gathering around the settlement and traded what he could. }

I am from Earth. Seems we’re a popular planet. You’ll have to excuse me being fairly new to magic. It flows in ways I don’t understand. Similar to the power I possess. My kind call it “gifts”. { he waves to the table, to see if anything catches himeka’s eye. } I can add color, patterns? Earth styles are fairly diverse. Gowns usually are for events such as these. A shawl might work for you. If you have an image in mind, I can also glance at it if you give me permission.

[aquaveiled]

Don't tell me you're already walking away from your reelection campaign?

[ She says it in jest, of course--they've only just begun, it's entirely possible that Louis decides that this isn't his thing. But considering how he stepped up being one of the newest Summoned amongst them, she has a feeling that this is his kind of thing. And maybe that's exactly what they need.

New ideas and insight is a good thing, especially in such close-knit and traditional communities as Solvunn.

It's a collection that speaks of the land around them as well, though her gazes settles on the paints more than anything. ]

Are you an artist on canvas as well?

[ Does this mean Nero may have to fight for the title of Best Artist in Solvunn? Good! He could use a little competition. ]

"Gifts"? That's a rather nice way of looking at it.

[ Considering the number of people from Earth but mentioning so many different places therein, it must have as vast as Etheriys at least. Her mind is wandering a bit, trying to imagine how many places would match between their worlds--a gown certainly makes her think of the sort that Ishgardian Noblewomen would wear--pausing when it registers what he's just offered. ]

A glance? I don't really have a picture available...

[ Except in her mind, that is. ]

[mobezon]

{ the light comment does make him briefly tug the corners of his mouth. he allows it to crease. he's yet to consider what being a representative will unfold, but he won't put the possibility beyond him. maybe he can guide someone else? it intrigues him. }

I'll consider it. I haven't exercised it, but to my knowledge we can become proficient in the matters of art with ease and practice. Maybe I'll finally go for it.

{ he hadn't taken up the drawing or painting route even if he knows he could become skilled, and it might be since he knows too many vampires in the arts with their collections. louis and his books were another matter, and he became an avid collector along the years. having "gifts" is the nicest way to put it, maybe far more than louis actually thinks. he won't damper since he finds the calm himeka has rolled with her jest is a much needed change of pace. }

I realized I wasn't clear. I can read thoughts, see images. If you want me to see exactly what you want, I can. I will only do it upon permission. I'm a gentleman after all. { the last bit is his own response to her in exchange to a his own jest. despite it being different back home, he's setting his boundaries in abraxas. louis is capable of being playful. it just has been a while, and it takes the environment to encourage him. }

[aquaveiled]

[ Ease and practice...and for some, much, much, much of the latter. Louis will hopefully never have to see what Himeka would do with a canvas. There's a reason that Nero is the one who did all the drawings for those brochures. ]

If you've the interest, you should! Sometimes you may find you have some untapped talents. I'm sure Nero would be happy to encourage you as well.

[ Would he really? Who knows. But she'll happily namedrop him so he can make more friends.

When Louis explains his true power, Himeka's eyes widen. It's not an unfamiliar concept, but not a common ability all the same. The notion should be frightening that someone could take a glimpse into the inner workings of ones mind at any given moment, but Louis is successful in sharing it in stride. She gives a little huff of amusement. ]

Well that is very...thoughtful of you.

[ Is that a pun? It's a pun. It's a terrible pun. She should be sorry but she isn't. ]

I admit now I'm curious what the owner of the Drunken Lamb thinks of our shenanigans on the weekends...but, another time! In that case, I give you permission....

[ Except now she thinks of something pointedly ridiculous. She closes her eyes.

Mayhaps it may seem a test of what he touts as his power, or mayhaps she's just like that...

It's the latter. ]

[mobezon]

I'll consider it. { the brochures were helpful, and he still has his tucked underneath his coffin. he hasn't met the nero individual, and part of him understands when people don't want to be sought out in the open. perhaps their paths will cross eventually, it's a small enough community. for now louis is glad for himeka's company as it brings distractions. he likes to keep his hands from fidgeting. }

Is there something you enjoy doing, if not art? Unless it's Drunken Lamb? Sounds like a bar. { he won't judge if himeka likes to go to the bar every weekend. certainly he had his days where it's all he did for a while, but probably vastly different reasons. } I heard there might be a librarian around, but I haven't been around to get it finding a Solvunn library.

{ he'll reveal his true interest. louis is a certified bookworm and it's been difficult not getting to find books. he could keep them high in shelves where only armand could reach them, but that had been his choice. he at least had them there in sight. louis ends amused by the pun, since he of course catches it. a play on words he can appreciate.

however.

the image.

louis outright laughs, finding it ridiculous. it ceases all what he previously mentioned for a moment, cut off to instantly comment. he'll still be polite about it. }

I'm not sure how the insulation will be within that in this weather, but I've seen some folks in 'fursuits' in my day. It's doable. An elephant with a sword is new.

{ he knows some things per the internet. he mostly kept off it. }

bless you for going along with this louis

[aquaveiled]

Oh, I do indeed enjoy the Drunken Lamb. The hottest local tavern in the Primary Settlement! You should meet their patron, Myrtle.

[ She is absolutely that sort of person. Having spent an ample amount of time in a city ran by pirates makes the local pub something of a universal past time. ]

I like cooking more than anything. And fishing if I can make it to the best spots around.

[ In which at some point Louis will inevitably be sent some sort of treat (not at all realizing he has no need for food and drink.) ]

Oh, the library! Yes, it's a little rustic like everything here, but you'll find some good records and stories if you know where to look.

[ She does not know where to look. Reading is kind of the opposite of her thing. ]

Do you enjoy reading, then?

[ But she has oft been surrounded by several friends and colleagues who are much more astute than she is, both in regards to research and hobby. In fact, her favorite people tend to be, so she sees this as a positive.

His laughter is, if anything, confirmation that her own heavy concentration on the ridiculous Azure Elephant has borne fruit. ]

"Fursuits"? Is that what they're called?

[ Apparently a vampire from the 1920s is going to introduce a fantasy lizard to furries. (Is she a furry?) ]

A friend of mine back home likes to parade around in that costume to look over the new residential district in his city. He thinks he's being covert, but the sword does give it away, doesn't it?

[ They're fond memories all the same. Louis will get a flash of warmth as she discusses this, quick images of tall gothic spires reaching towards a blue sky. ]

One of these days I'll get him to wear it on the battlefield for real.

a lil weirdness has to recognize weirdness

[mobezon]

Then you'll have to take me some day. I will say since alcohol has no harm on me, someone shouldn't try to drink me under. { he's partly serious about it, but also just adding to the conversation in a way that makes him want to engage among the primary settlement. he's only begun to go beyond the walks he takes which include himself and the goats straying along the pastures. he should socialize more.

all louis has gathered is that himeka radiates in her own energy. he does take note on finding this rustic library soon as he's able to. he hasn't had the opportunity. now there's intent.

when himeka mentions her friend from back home, there's slight awe to his expression, almost baffled and amused at once. }

That ain't so? That suit is someone you actually know? Now you have to tell me from where you come from. There were renaissance fairs back home, where people dressed and wished they'd been from another era. Sorta romanticizing. I always thought it was amusing. { mostly since he's basically a poster child for it. the flashes of the gothic structures do make him halt his digging through his objects laid out. } Unless the suit has some armor, not sure how sturdy it'll be for your friend. I... Yes. I believe they are called that. My partner told me about them once. He's the one that was invested in the internet. A means to connect with strangers and know them without meeting them.

{ he's isn't sure himeka knows about the internet? he's making an assumption here, but just to be safe he leans in as if it's a secret, just as he spots the pattern of a what he's been reaching for to replicate it upon her dress. he's going to give her that noblewoman look!! }

Between you and I, people can be the most creative or do the oddest things when they have a captive audience. You mentioned a battlefield, does that mean you're a warrior of sorts?

i hello it's me I'm late

[lightkeeping]

[Aloy gains no joy from public displays of force like executions. She's not so soft-hearted that she doesn't understand the need for someone to die, whether as an example or otherwise, but it's never going to sit right with her. The method, too--that's going to be impossible to get out of her head, probably for a long time. The last thing she thinks they need is a party, but at the very least, getting ready for it is a good distraction.

Flowers seem inconsequential. Flowers seem distracting enough that she can focus her attentions here, momentarily, instead of on the old gods taking their vengeance.]

Those are nice. [Not that Louis was asking, or anything, but she's drawn to the fact that he, at least, recognizes that this should be a somber occasion.] Do you need a hand? I can run errands.

hi meet fashionably late it should be illegal

[mobezon]

{ time elapsed when he first started with the arrangements. there were scattered flowers without pairs when he arrived. there was also no one else on sight. suddenly he has company and it takes him a considerable pause, only since he recognizes aloy. she’s one of the pit folk, he recalls. the wet tunnels.

seeing her make it out has been a relief, especially when he hasn’t seen others make it. he briefly recalls the mysterious morgana that found him in the outskirts of the woods feeding on a rabbit (why does everyone keep doing that). there are other summoned that didn’t make it back. only best to move on. }

These? Thanks. Ever set your mind halfway and end up with something else? I intended for one and ended up with… { there’s at least twelve bouquets on the table when he glances down at them, then back to aloy. the gala is only another reminder of the pit. he smiles openly. }

Do you want to put one together?

nope now it's me

[lightkeeping]

I...yeah, I get it.

[Not so much zoning out while doing crafts projects, but Aloy definitely understands the need to get lost in a mindless task, after everything they went through.]

I'm not much of an artist. [Though she's more than able to make and upgrade her own weapons and armor, she wouldn't necessarily call herself a tinkerer, not next to some of the real craftspeople she knows.

But these are just wreaths. How hard can it be?] Might need a few tips.

we can shake on it

[mobezon]

{ his mouth had begun to dip into a frown, but soon as aloy speaks he ends up in the opposing direction. truthfully, he prefers his quiet but he's trying to interact. the gala itself unsettles him, but he won't voice it outright. he has had his many fumbles trying to find something to do. with a light tone, he motions for her to sit if she wishes. }

Bullshit. { respectfully and still with a smile. } I'm just putting together whatever looks good. Just a few more and we can run them off to the tables out there. For a tip? I'd start with two colors that might compliment one another. Two can be enough, unless you're feeling ambitious and want the whole rainbow in your hands.

[lightkeeping]

No, I mean it.

[In that she's not an artist, and that Louis' instincts for this kind of thing seem to be good. She'll follow his instruction, looking for two complimentary colors and starting there.]

See? That's good advice.

[mobezon]

We all have our thing. Doesn't mean we aren't capable. I heard you live out in the woods? I keep finding myself taking my walks there occasionally.

{ which he knows is probably a gamble if the brochures have any say, but he has his speed so if anything he can avoid danger. mostly. he peeks at aloy's progress and there's a smile on his face that may be a bit proud. }

You got this.

[lightkeeping]

Yeah, I don't...really like the settlement.

[She doesn't like being around people, is the larger issue, but she's no fan of the elders, either. And she never really asked permission--just one day, decided to strike out on her own. It's not like she's totally absent from the activities of civilization, really--evidenced by the fact that she's here right now.

Aloy might not be an artist, but she's good with her hands.]

I wouldn't recommend it, for someone who isn't used to being out on their own, but it's better than having the elders breathing down my neck.

iii - games (shows up late with starbucks)

[familysucks]

It reminds me of Josselyn Creed's execution.

[A morbid observation, but the ball is about the same size and shape as what was left of her. They didn't let anyone kick it around afterwards, though, of course.

Michael strolls over from his spot beneath a tree, from which he's been observing the comings and goings of the inhabitants of the Secondary Settlement. It's not much different from life in the Primary Settlement, so far as he's seen. The fields here are wider and the woods a little deeper, a little darker, but the potluck carries the same cheerful atmosphere as any other celebration he's attended.]

You appear to have lost your audience.

[The children here are as friendly as those in the rest of the commune, too, but they are children nonetheless: quickly bored and easily distracted. Michael looks around, but as it becomes apparent they aren't coming back, he turns to Louis with a question about what he'd first remarked.]

What was the purpose of the morning glory extract?

& coming in late with the audacity of hipster local coffee shop energy

[mobezon]

I wasn't there.

{ which lends to mostly true, considering he legit wasn't but when he can snatch pictures from people's heads he was able to see enough of it. he has bits of it, at least before he decided he was going to avoid the crowds that came from the direction of the execution for the first day or two. they might as well be intrusive thoughts come to life with how much it stuck with many. he can handle it, even if executions bring bad memories he'd rather avoid. the ball in his hand is light, at least for him.

for a child, probably a little struggle. unless the children are strong, but he won't question that. instead he finds he's found new companionship that isn't stubby legged. michael's comment indicates he witnessed the execution, and he still hasn't figured out what sort of supernatural creature he may be but it won't matter right now. he can do with a bit of conversation. louis approaches the tree with ease. }

The morning glory purified the latex and changed its chemical properties, giving it the bounciness and elasticity needed for... Here. Catch. { he warns michael before he tosses the ball over for the other to catch if he so chooses. it'll be heavy against palms, nearly chalky. } So it can do some of that. I wasn't much into sports in my youth.

[familysucks]

It was informative.

[Talk of the execution should be the worst Louis has to suffer in his company, for the moment. Michael's mind is harder to scrape than most. He's more non-corporeal grace than the body in front of Louis, his consciousness not based in the brain it holds and more well-guarded than the average.

He does deign to catch the ball, because even Michael is not quite enough of an asshole to dodge or bat it aside. The toss is an overture as much as approaching and continuing the conversation is on Louis' part. The man is trying to make a point about the ball, anyway. Michael gives it a squeeze between his hands, feels the resistance and give. It's less reminiscent of a head when he's holding it—there's no sense of rigidity underneath, no hard skull beneath the rubbery outer layer. It's not particularly heavy to the type of supernatural entity that he is and that Louis is still wondering about, either.

Michael's not sure that the Solvunn locals follow the same process that Louis describes, but he gives a nod of understanding. Humanity always did have a way of finding interesting new uses for his Father's work.]

Neither was I. My family had little time for leisure. [All work and no play makes one a good angel. He looks up from his examination of the ball.] Though I do believe this game is generally played with the ball on the ground.

[He drops it, then steadies it with a foot to keep it from bouncing away. Adam had played sports, at least. There are muscle memories he can rely on. Michael gives it a light tap, sending it back towards Louis.]

[mobezon]

{ barbed wires. that's what michael's brain reminds louis of, as if even getting near it would prick his finger. regardless if it is his doing or not, he's not about to attempt to impale there. wrong vampire. he can respect when to step back, unless there is something that drives him to have to. he hopes it does not come to it. he hums slightly as he watches the ball. he supposes it won't harm to get the actual elaboration of the information if only to know it. }

Want to share with the class?

{ optional of course. louis is a patient individual and he knows it'll take time to truly figure out solvunn's deal.

he's partly distracted by michael handling the ball and he might just start thinking he's some advance android like the ones he read about in an octavia butler novel. the theories will come until he can figure out it out. a sentience come alive is an option. either way, as the ball rolls his way he decides why not he'll indulge. he may have been denied some aspects of his childhood. he kicks the ball back with the point of his shoe. }

Then let's play? Maybe we can figure out what the natives use it for. Most of what I was allowed growing up had to do with preparing me for my duties as the eldest child. Growing a family empire can mean missing out for favored opportunities. We're grown men here.

[familysucks]

[An android or an artificial intelligence is not too far off from the truth of what he is. Angels are created, not born; they are entities with inborn programming to direct their actions and without physical bodies of their own. Michael might be puzzled by the comparison, but not insulted.

He stops the ball with his foot, expression momentarily blank. Invitations to play are common from the children, but from a vampire? Directed at someone like himself?

Well. Michael supposes he's seen stranger things in Abraxas. He gives a light shrug.]

Alright. I suppose we may as well.

[There's a sympathetic understanding from one eldest child to another. Michael's younger years were a chronicle of steadily mounting responsibilities, too. It ought to be his turn to have fun by now. Maybe they'll learn something along the way.

He sends the ball back at Louis with a tap of his foot. Josselyn's execution was a public event and Michael feels little empathy, least of all for the none too dearly departed Creed, so he doesn't mind discussing the execution. He tilts his head to the side, considering what points to cut and which to include to build a complete but succinct summary.]

It was insight into what the locals consider adequate punishment for serious misdeeds. They flayed a sheep, then laid its skin over her, which forced her into the same form. [The gory details of her screaming over the sound of her own flesh being rearranged is one of the details he decides to omit.] Then they called down one of their old gods to feast on her. Very little was left.

[Michael figures he doesn't need to be explicit. Mostly eaten, the ball reminds him of it—a head. She was just a head, by the end.]