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abraxaslogs2023-12-07 08:17 pm
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OPEN MINGLE: welcome to solvunn! (run while you still can)
WHO: anyone and everyone in solvunn
WHAT: mingle for the summoned, old and new
WHEN: a day or two after the new summoned arrive
WHERE: tertiary settlement
WARNING: goat violence iykyk (none for the moment!)
( A ) frosty weather
( feel free to check the locales section for more info on the tertiary settlement! )
WHAT: mingle for the summoned, old and new
WHEN: a day or two after the new summoned arrive
WHERE: tertiary settlement
WARNING: goat violence iykyk (none for the moment!)
( A ) frosty weather
( feel free to check the locales section for more info on the tertiary settlement! )
The cold weather that comes with winter exchanges the constant autumn downpours for its frostier kin. The air grows drier, the ground colder, and nature recedes unto itself; grey skies offer not only brisk, chilly winds, but a flurry of snow most evenings. The snow almost never sticks, though the blanket of white remains a slurry reminder around the clock of shorter days of sunshine and a creeping coldness. Some days, though, when the temperature drops just enough, the Settlements wake to find themselves in for a winter treat. The landscape is covered in snow, the plant-life frosted over, and a general sense of cheer invades the locals as they come about to decorate and prepare for the Winter Solstice.
This mood spreads throughout the settlements, and with Isar Hart recently stepping up as the permanent Council member for the Tertiary Settlement, maybe there is a reason or two to go visit the westernmost settlement at a time like this.
Located just off of Hydra Gulf, the Tertiary Settlement is rife with activity as the locals prepare for their version of Winter Solstice celebrations. They are, through and through, a fishing-based economy, and the newcomers that show up—the Summoned—either out of curiosity for the place or in having found themselves stranded during the harsher weather, are expected to lend a hand with the different activities that have become just a bit more difficult with the heavy snow they've gotten the past few days. The coastline has frozen over, meaning that ice fishing is in the cards; sleds are made available to travel from the settlement to the beach, boots with spikes strapped under the soles, tools (picks and axes) to open a hole in the ice, fish hooks and spears. To those less enthused by fishing, they are welcome to visit The Soundless Hollow, a cave beside a large rock formation, where they are expected to help tend to the candles and the snow that has blown inside with the strong winds.
Once things have settled, however, and the horizon casts itself with beautiful tones of purples and oranges over the coast, those nearby will want to enjoy a moment of ice skating on the frozen shoreline. As long as someone can attach their boots onto the metal-made blades, one should have no issue whatsoever in tackling the ice.
This mood spreads throughout the settlements, and with Isar Hart recently stepping up as the permanent Council member for the Tertiary Settlement, maybe there is a reason or two to go visit the westernmost settlement at a time like this.
Located just off of Hydra Gulf, the Tertiary Settlement is rife with activity as the locals prepare for their version of Winter Solstice celebrations. They are, through and through, a fishing-based economy, and the newcomers that show up—the Summoned—either out of curiosity for the place or in having found themselves stranded during the harsher weather, are expected to lend a hand with the different activities that have become just a bit more difficult with the heavy snow they've gotten the past few days. The coastline has frozen over, meaning that ice fishing is in the cards; sleds are made available to travel from the settlement to the beach, boots with spikes strapped under the soles, tools (picks and axes) to open a hole in the ice, fish hooks and spears. To those less enthused by fishing, they are welcome to visit The Soundless Hollow, a cave beside a large rock formation, where they are expected to help tend to the candles and the snow that has blown inside with the strong winds.
Once things have settled, however, and the horizon casts itself with beautiful tones of purples and oranges over the coast, those nearby will want to enjoy a moment of ice skating on the frozen shoreline. As long as someone can attach their boots onto the metal-made blades, one should have no issue whatsoever in tackling the ice.
( B ) solstice preparation
The Summoned are welcome to stay in the homes of the families that live in the settlement for the time being. They aren't exactly considered friendly, compared to the other two settlements, but the upcoming celebrations and the presence of some of the Summoned has, in fact, improved the general spirits of the place. Since the Winter Solstice gathers the community around to give and share, no bartering needed, many makeshift 'stalls' that have started to be set up around the settlement will offer passed-down recipes, from hot drinks—ciders, teas, hot cocoas—to freshly baked goods and stews (many fish-based) and treats, to be tried. Enthused by the presence of the Summoned, they will also be expected to help with decorating the settlement, given that they are far behind such things compared to the other ones. Perhaps this is their time to shine, despite the reputation of the place? Boughs of holly and garlands, bells and twine will be passed around to decorate, along with candles to be set on every window. Once in a while, the orphaned and troublemaker children will expect gifts, so anything the Summoned can spare will be met with much enthusiasm. Unless it's a ruse for pockets to be picked? Watch out.
A variation of the Goat of All Tidings is thus seen, as help is much appreciated to dress a large goat-figured in what dry grass, twigs, cloths, and other flammable fillings are found. If all goes well, it will last until the celebrations start properly, but until then... hopefully nothing will accidentally happen.
The Summoned are welcome to stay in the homes of the families that live in the settlement for the time being. They aren't exactly considered friendly, compared to the other two settlements, but the upcoming celebrations and the presence of some of the Summoned has, in fact, improved the general spirits of the place. Since the Winter Solstice gathers the community around to give and share, no bartering needed, many makeshift 'stalls' that have started to be set up around the settlement will offer passed-down recipes, from hot drinks—ciders, teas, hot cocoas—to freshly baked goods and stews (many fish-based) and treats, to be tried. Enthused by the presence of the Summoned, they will also be expected to help with decorating the settlement, given that they are far behind such things compared to the other ones. Perhaps this is their time to shine, despite the reputation of the place? Boughs of holly and garlands, bells and twine will be passed around to decorate, along with candles to be set on every window. Once in a while, the orphaned and troublemaker children will expect gifts, so anything the Summoned can spare will be met with much enthusiasm. Unless it's a ruse for pockets to be picked? Watch out.
A variation of the Goat of All Tidings is thus seen, as help is much appreciated to dress a large goat-figured in what dry grass, twigs, cloths, and other flammable fillings are found. If all goes well, it will last until the celebrations start properly, but until then... hopefully nothing will accidentally happen.
( C ) ice fishing
Nero (of the Welcoming Committee) has taken a new lease on life. No longer crafting hand-made obstacle courses sporting land mines and poisonous toads, he has found a new hobby to indulge his free time in:
Ice fishing.
Why the hell not? Enough fucked up Singularity weather combined with some helpful magic flooding the sea has got the shoreline waters turning to ice, and that provides ripe opportunity for... something new.
Even if it was weird. Whatever. Point was, he wanted to try. And ice is a challenge. With what knowledge he'd gotten from Geralt (minimum; use worms and maggots for bait, which he painstakingly spent days capturing and sticking in a bucket of dirt) his strength (needed to both bend wires into hooks and make holes in the ice) and his dad-like impulse to build things (several small, wooden shacks on the ice, each with a torn-up stump for sitting on, and something resembling a small table), Nero has set everything up for the coming holiday, 'cause... he might as well. A demon hunter without demons to hunt has a hell of a lot of free time, unlimited amounts of energy, and a stupid amount of strength to waste on bullshit.
So be sure to go towards the frozen beach just down a path from the festivities, lit up with string lights that hold magical flames, akin to the twinkle of Christmas lights, instead of bulbs, where Nero can be seen, on his knees, punching several more holes in inches-thick ice. He's set up rudimentary rods with baited hooks, more buckets of bait. Even at night, the whole place is lit up nicely that (most) people won't bust their ass trying to get across the ice.
It's nice.
Nero (of the Welcoming Committee) has taken a new lease on life. No longer crafting hand-made obstacle courses sporting land mines and poisonous toads, he has found a new hobby to indulge his free time in:Ice fishing.
Why the hell not? Enough fucked up Singularity weather combined with some helpful magic flooding the sea has got the shoreline waters turning to ice, and that provides ripe opportunity for... something new.
Even if it was weird. Whatever. Point was, he wanted to try. And ice is a challenge. With what knowledge he'd gotten from Geralt (minimum; use worms and maggots for bait, which he painstakingly spent days capturing and sticking in a bucket of dirt) his strength (needed to both bend wires into hooks and make holes in the ice) and his dad-like impulse to build things (several small, wooden shacks on the ice, each with a torn-up stump for sitting on, and something resembling a small table), Nero has set everything up for the coming holiday, 'cause... he might as well. A demon hunter without demons to hunt has a hell of a lot of free time, unlimited amounts of energy, and a stupid amount of strength to waste on bullshit.
So be sure to go towards the frozen beach just down a path from the festivities, lit up with string lights that hold magical flames, akin to the twinkle of Christmas lights, instead of bulbs, where Nero can be seen, on his knees, punching several more holes in inches-thick ice. He's set up rudimentary rods with baited hooks, more buckets of bait. Even at night, the whole place is lit up nicely that (most) people won't bust their ass trying to get across the ice.
It's nice.
( D ) talk shit get hit (on purpose)
Nevermind. Nice? Is boring. The ice fishing didn't do it for him. Nero now turns his attentions to opening a fight club.
It wasn't his initial idea. It was more like a sort of drinking club. Whatever. The people in Solvunn love drinking, even if he doesn't participate. But then a guy got too rowdy last time he was at the tavern, enjoying his usual carrot/ginger juice, and he'd had to toss him out and tell him to let the steam off somewhere else.
After Nero had laid out the guy in the dirt, the idea had sort of... come to him. Lotta liquor ends up with a lot of hotheads with energy to spare. And considering the little crowd that had gathered in the very short fight between them... look, he's seen movies before.
And thus borne of Nero's inability to do nothing: a fence originally used for keeping sheep in their pen has been moved closer to the settlement, wrapped up with more of those magicked twinkling lights, and a circle pit has been slightly dug out, the dirt smoothed and dried as much as it could be to prevent slipping. Rings of men and women sit along the railing, waiting for their turns to pop into the ring and work out their issues. Bruised, broken, or bleeding losers (or winners) stumble out with their arms in the air -- or as high as they can go -- to Himeka, waiting off to the side with a smile with her free healing services... unless the participants are too proud of their bruises to heal them. (Everyone deserves at least a Cure 1, though!)
Nevermind. Nice? Is boring. The ice fishing didn't do it for him. Nero now turns his attentions to opening a fight club.
It wasn't his initial idea. It was more like a sort of drinking club. Whatever. The people in Solvunn love drinking, even if he doesn't participate. But then a guy got too rowdy last time he was at the tavern, enjoying his usual carrot/ginger juice, and he'd had to toss him out and tell him to let the steam off somewhere else.
After Nero had laid out the guy in the dirt, the idea had sort of... come to him. Lotta liquor ends up with a lot of hotheads with energy to spare. And considering the little crowd that had gathered in the very short fight between them... look, he's seen movies before.
And thus borne of Nero's inability to do nothing: a fence originally used for keeping sheep in their pen has been moved closer to the settlement, wrapped up with more of those magicked twinkling lights, and a circle pit has been slightly dug out, the dirt smoothed and dried as much as it could be to prevent slipping. Rings of men and women sit along the railing, waiting for their turns to pop into the ring and work out their issues. Bruised, broken, or bleeding losers (or winners) stumble out with their arms in the air -- or as high as they can go -- to Himeka, waiting off to the side with a smile with her free healing services... unless the participants are too proud of their bruises to heal them. (Everyone deserves at least a Cure 1, though!)
( E ) tbf it was foreshadowed
Nero in particular – and perhaps all of Solvunn -- learn a valuable lesson today. While the fight club could only be called a rousing success, it appears as though encouraging people to work off their drunken energy does, in fact, encourage them to drink even more.
The Goat of All Tidings was meant to be a decoration only. It was lit up, clothed with a great big scarf (donated by some very bored housewifes), his all-mighty horns so large they curl over his back, towering over the citizens of Solvunn. Clearly goats are just awesome, but it stands, perhaps, as a testament to Isar's recent entrance to the council with the sacred aid of Spyndlveiss. At least, that's what some of the locals claim... which is funny, because aren't sheeps more their thing?
Maybe the horns just look cool. Maybe everyone's just drunk.
And that's exactly why, at some point in the night during the celebrations, a wild holler roars across the festivities, with several joining until it's a cacophony -- conveniently rising in volume as the Goat of All Tidings begins to erupt in flames, which climb over those grasses, wood and cloth in mere seconds.
Everyone crowds around the Goat as fire eats it. Here's to a bright new year! Out with the old, in with the new!
Rumours later might have several hungover patrons insisting a small, chatty animal had encouraged the first flames, giggling to himself as his paws clapped together, but no one can agree on what, exactly, the animal was... or if it was just a mischievous forest spirt come to mingle among the people.
Nero in particular – and perhaps all of Solvunn -- learn a valuable lesson today. While the fight club could only be called a rousing success, it appears as though encouraging people to work off their drunken energy does, in fact, encourage them to drink even more.The Goat of All Tidings was meant to be a decoration only. It was lit up, clothed with a great big scarf (donated by some very bored housewifes), his all-mighty horns so large they curl over his back, towering over the citizens of Solvunn. Clearly goats are just awesome, but it stands, perhaps, as a testament to Isar's recent entrance to the council with the sacred aid of Spyndlveiss. At least, that's what some of the locals claim... which is funny, because aren't sheeps more their thing?
Maybe the horns just look cool. Maybe everyone's just drunk.
And that's exactly why, at some point in the night during the celebrations, a wild holler roars across the festivities, with several joining until it's a cacophony -- conveniently rising in volume as the Goat of All Tidings begins to erupt in flames, which climb over those grasses, wood and cloth in mere seconds.
Everyone crowds around the Goat as fire eats it. Here's to a bright new year! Out with the old, in with the new!
Rumours later might have several hungover patrons insisting a small, chatty animal had encouraged the first flames, giggling to himself as his paws clapped together, but no one can agree on what, exactly, the animal was... or if it was just a mischievous forest spirt come to mingle among the people.
♡ ♡ ♡
Might have. Think you can set it? The big man withdraws his hand from his face. She might need to wait for it to stop gushing first, but at least he knows the first rule of bloody noses. Rather than tipping his head backwards and letting the fluid run down the back of his throat, Wrench keeps his face pointed down and lets the fat globs of red pool onto the ground between their feet.
edit caught before posting: 'tugging on a pair of clothes' so this coulda been a weird thread
𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛; 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟? 𝐹𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛.
Once he's sitting, she'll begin carefully wiping away all the blood, giving him a clean rag and a spare glass of water to dip it in while she works. She's close, checking the best she can for any cuts on his scalp, watching for winces.
next up in solvunn: naked wrestling 😅😅
Seems like a waste to get all bloodied up without an audience. I think they liked the show well enough, though. Most just disappointed they didn't get their chance to take a swing at me.
This seems good enough for Wrench. He doesn't seem angry to have been coerced into the ring, but he's hesitant to admit to Claire that a few punches in the face and kidneys do feel like they've worked something out of him. He was feeling stagnant and pent-up, and now he just feels... tired.
It's just the nose.
He sees where this is going, and tries to divert her before Claire finds any reason for a reprise glance at his collection of scars.
shout out to the Romans and Greeks
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. A brief pause. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝐸𝑋𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐿𝑌 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.
There's a hint of a smirk on her lips as she begins to feel gently along Wrench's nose to set it back into place. More than that though, she isn't judging him. She doesn't understand it, but it isn't her job to. She listens and she patches up, and she's a friend.
𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑝. Her way of asking if he intends to have the shit beaten out of him on a routine basis or if it was a one-off.
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
no subject
Haven't seen much money cross hands in this place, but you name your price and I'll consider if I can afford it. Anyone would be a fool if they didn't want a competent doctor on call. And discreet he thinks, though he doesn't say it. The doctors Wrench has known throughout his life have largely been the latter, but 'competent' isn't an appellation he'd give to most of them. On the whole, he might consider himself lucky he's survived the brand of doctoring he's come to know, but most of the evidence that he still wears across his body points to injuries patched by his own hand.
Wrench blows what blood he can onto the ground at his feet and does his best to clean around his nostrils and give Claire a clean view of what she's working on. The way he handles the task is rough and utilitarian. If there's any concern for pain, he doesn't show it. If he could make things worse by treating himself so roughly, he doesn't consider it.
After the way I patched you, I think I deserve whatever's coming. Do your worst.
no subject
Is he completely like Wrench? No, he couldn't possibly be. But she thinks she could understand Wrench's reasons if he felt so inclined to tell her. She doesn't know if he likes violence or merely misses his opportunities to dispense it. Either way, he needed to get something out of his system.
𝐼𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡.
Claire smiles just a little, then positions herself to set his nose.
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑...
She smirks, then gives him a good 3, 2, 1 countdown before exerting force, feeling for things to slip right back into place. Much easier than a mangled hand, and it's done in moments. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑡.