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OPEN ✿ february solvuun mingle

WHO: Anyone in Solvunn!
WHAT: Mingle Meet & Greet for new and old Solvunn Summoned!
WHEN: Early through Mid-February
WHERE: Primary Settlement: The Drunken Lamb and Welcome Committee's Tree House

[ ooc; This is an open log so feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! You do not need to have CR with Himeka, Wanda, Nero, or Rocket to stop by as it's right off one of the major roads in Solvunn and would be well-known to the locals, but you are free handwave a word of mouth to get your character there or to the tavern if needed. ]

i. The Drunken Lamb

If walls could talk, these certainly would. The Drunken Lamb, an old staple in the Primary Settlement is where many go to relax and chat after a long day's work. A cup of locally brewed ale and good conversation are a great way to pass the evening and some nights get livelier with heated arguments over local produce and game, and friendly contests over mead and cards. A few nights a week there may also be a musical performance by a bad or just an impromptu sing-along when someone gets the urge. Luckily if you're drunk enough knowing the words may not be necessary.

Don't forget to say hello to the there is an old ewe who hangs out by the front door, either outside or inside depending on the weather. Her name is Myrtle and if she spits on you it's considered good luck.

Though it is usually filled with locals, this evening has been set aside as a special gathering spot for the Summoned, old and new. A few locals will still be in attendance either out of habit or a curiosity about the commune's newest additions, but most of the patrons will be your fellow Summoned. As you enter the Tavern, you will be greeted by a member of the welcoming committee (they're doing shifts this time). (That is until the evening drags on. Later guests will find a table of bags with a sign that says "take one" because they can only handle so much.) In it you will find nice soaps from Wanda, a couple custom tea bags from Himeka, and an expertly drawn brochure explaining all you need to know about Solvunn in minimal detail, by the local acclaimed artist Nero. There is also one small slip of paper with a number on it. Be sure to keep it handy. Now you have been officially welcomed.

The atmosphere inside the tavern is warm, stone walls lit by torches and candles. Everyone is welcomed by the local tavern owner standing behind the counter. You're free to grab a drink or order dinner right away should you like. The tavern boasts some of the best mead and meat pies in the Primary Settlement. It's a great time to chat and get to know your new neighbors, but your hosts for the evening also have a few things planned.

If you want to try your hand at the tavern's beloved mead drinking contest, you are highly encouraged. Some of your fellow Summoned have even been crowned as champions before! They will be facing off one another as well as taking on other Summoned who are also capable of making poor decisions. But worry not! If alcohol isn't your thing (or even if it is), there are a few card and dice games available for any patrons to take up and play with one another. There is also a knife throwing board on the far wall. Because you know knives and mead work well together. For the musically inclined, Wanda has created some simple instruments for anyone to give us an impromptu performance, or an instrument of choice upon request. Sing us a song, piano-man!

Towards the end of the evening, you'll find out that the number you received is actually a raffle ticket! You have a chance to win one of the following prizes...

A gigantic wheel of cheese from the Gardsbruk farm.
A golden chocobo egg...for you to either incubate or eat.
A "Nero will lift something heavy for you" certificate
Small (non-game breaky) item transmuted by Wanda
A "casting with fire" magic lesson from Himeka
An afternoon with Rocket. What does this entail? Who knows. Could be dangerous. But isn't he just too cute?

If you want to put your character in for the raffle, please reply to this comment and we will roll for winners!

ii. The Tree House - Evening

If you haven't had quite enough of your friends and want a place to stay for the night, Himeka and Rocket have made themselves the designated drivers. (Designated to drive, sobriety non-withstanding.) In carts and carriages designed by Rocket and pulled by "Donut" the Thomas and "Porridge" the Chocobo, you'll all make your way out of town and along one of the roads towards the Secondary Settlement. The cool evening air may keep you awake through the wobbly ride but they will eventually veer off the main road into a grove of nearby trees just south of one of the lakes.

Welcome to the Tree House! Named the "Tree House" because they haven't decided anything differently. To some the tree house may be a familiar sight as many of Solvunn's Summoned helped build the homestead when the old Gardsbruk crew left that family farmland. To others, the image of crisscrossed rooms attached to the trunk of a large dark tree may seem ominous in the darkness, but the land lights up as if on cue when the carriages draw near. Built off of the land with local materials, local efforts, and a bit of extra magic to boot--the treehouse looks like it's been there for longer than it really has, welcoming anyone to stop by.

You may be greeted by Clover, "The Little Idiot" otherwise known as "Dot", a plethora of impossibly active lizards, or the resident menace on the property: Eli, the goat. He was originally a member of the Gardsbruk farm but decided to join the Summoned on their move. He thinks he owns the place and he would be correct, no structure seems off-limits in his mind and he has a way of staring unblinking at you from odd corners when you're least expecting it. It's highly likely that you will run into Eli at some point whether you want to or not. Make sure he doesn't try to eat your hat.

Once the carriages are set aside, you'll be given free range of the property. There is a fire pit by the garden and are several balconies open to the canopy that you can enjoy if you'd like to stay outside a little longer. This time of year may still be chilly, but there are several ways to stay warm. Wherever you go, the kitchen is serving hot cider and pastries that you can take with you

There are guest rooms available if you'd like to stay the night in a proper bed, but you are free to lay your head wherever you wish. There are comfy couches in the main living area and sometimes you may even find Nero napping in the shed. Just be careful, Eli sleeps there too.

iii. The Tree House - Morning

The day may start with some rustling around the house. Before the sun is up, some residents like to take trips to the nearby lake. You can join Himeka for early morning fishing or even go take a dip in the chilly waters yourself. In addition to fish, there are other creatures to find by the waterside, most who are friendly.

If you'd like to start your day with something a little less brisk, the underground sauna that Nero spent months working on is finally complete. (If you were here during their move, you may remember the large amount of holes dug around the property. He did have to find the perfect place for it.) Heated by magically imbued rocks and with wood sourced by surrounding trees, it's a great place to relax. There are also small rustic wooden tubs to bathe in if you'd like and there is one that is suspiciously raccoon-sized.

You can spend some time in the garden where you may find Wanda tending to flowers despite the season or run into a willy little shrieking weed. If he's in the ground, best let him stay where he is unless you want to hear him sing the song of his people.

If you'd like to stay inside, you can explore the rest of the tree house. Maybe you're adventurous enough to travel all the way to the top and sneak your way into Rocket's workshop. All sorts of scrap materials and projects are strewn about and he is very adamant that it is his space. So, tread lightly. (Though Dot wanders about freely.)

However you spend the morning, there will be a hearty breakfast served banquet style, so help yourself! It's the perfect time to wind down, share stories, and thank everyone for joining and being a part of what Solvunn has to offer.

You know. Other than all the weird gods and cult stuff.

But talking about that may be a good idea as well...any takers?

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the drunken lamb

[ Nebula doesn't want to be there, but that's often the case with Nebula and these kind of things. "These" kind of things being gatherings, party, a lot of people. It's funny because you'd think as someone trained to be an assassin more sociable activities would be things she was taught to slide into. It wasn't. If it was, she wouldn't want part in it anyway. ]

[ She doesn't have a word for it - an explanation - but something itches beneath her skin. Perhaps, it's the strange way that her body feels... incomplete. It is off and she knows it and it's something she doesn't want to think about. Talk about. Almost as much as the reason that does lead her here more than information - Rocket. And how he seems laughably more relaxed here - if that's the word she could use - than she'd known him in their relationship. ]

[ That one is a feeling she does not want to name and swallows down. (Jealousy? No, better to not think about it). ]

[ She stays on the outskirts, watchful. Even as she begrudgingly takes a drink or some kind of food. For a bit, she may be found at the knife throwing board when others are preoccupied. Jaw set, expression firm, and she never misses her mark. Unfortunately, she'll move to brush past whenever anyone comes by. Why are you even here if you're not going to talk to people ma'am??? ]

[ Or maybe she will talk to people, but it's a bit more like spitting out aggressions in curiosity. The first comes when she glances over the pamphlet. Too the point and straightforward which she can appreciate, but it leaves more questions than it doesn't. ]
The hell is a hippie?

[ She might know what they are from Quill. Probably. Let's pretend she doesn't! She's offended either way. ]

[ The second comes later after she's all bit discarded the welcome presents but after asking what the paper was for - "an afternoon with Rocket". For a moment, there's something that crosses her face that's almost amusement. She grumbles out the corner of her mouth, ]

Hope you weren't expecting them to come back alive.

treehouse 👾 eli

[ They haven't been at the Tree House all that long. She's minding her own business - doing the whole on the outskirts, listening in thing. But she's vastly aware that one goat menace has decided he is current terrorizing project. By that, every time she turns around he appears to be there - staring. She ignores it for a while.]

[ Until she goes outside and lingers just beyond where the fire pits are. Mouth in a thin line as she hears the telltale sounds of hooves. Turns her head to see the thing not even three feet away and hisses out low. ]

I will eat you.

[ He doesn't move, unblinking. She (probably) won't eat him, but the passerby doesn't know that! ]

OOC / WILDCARD

[ To say she felt out of place is an understatement.]

[ Who - what - she is being only a small part of it. She's no fool. The makings of her body are readily things this place had never seen before - it leaves a tiny part of her wired to snap at the first ill-timed word. It's not just this strange sensation that leaves her tense, but the feeling that this whole home stands against everything she's ever known. But then her childhood home was a cold ship mockingly called Sanctuary that held an army that brutalized planets. ]

[ There is no place like yet. ]

[ And yet - there is something warm and cozy in this home they've made themselves. She tries to ignore the traces of Rocket she's seen (ignores that piling feeling). It winds some part of her up into a tense spring that she doesn't know what to do with - so it's more awkwardness, uncomfortableness that keeps her to the sides now. ]

[ That sees her on the balconies watching over the land. It's... peaceful, almost. In spite of monsters, gods, and cults. After saving the galaxy a couple of times and the life she had those words don't seem so big and scary. But somehow, looking over this place certainly does. ]

[ Her mouth dry as she breathes out to herself, but not low enough enough: ]

This is stupid.

[ ( She's stupid. ) ]

[ Before leaving she finds some way to keep busy - she's so used to that. And that ways is to join in on the fishing, even if she stays some way away down from Himeka. Even if her way is to just... plunge right in herself and catch fish with her bare hands. Which, admittedly, she is surprisingly successful at! But then she's also scaring all of the fish from going further down stream and... maybe this is problematic and someone should talk to the lady who's brows are furrowed and is seriously taking on this fish infestation!!! Like they might when going to war. ]

OOC / WILDCARD

[ As always feel free to make up your own prompt or hit me up for further plotting in PM or hopewillbloom! I'm happy to work with/into any possible are/locations found... I'm sorry she's like this.]

There's a kind of sizing up of the situation that everyone's inclined to do when they find themselves in unfamiliar territory. No one likes to be caught flat footed. Wrench has seen a myriad of responses to people's first few days in the commune, from the fearful to the accusatory to the overly-helpful. This woman's expression is something different. To be frank, it takes him a few moments longer to realize that than it might if she weren't literally blue. Maybe his first few glances are so distracted by his own efforts to size her up that he doesn't quite catch the particulars of how she's doing the same to others.

When she picks up the knives with such a casual competence though, he's pretty damn sure. Wrench might not know the details, but he's confident about what he's picking up on. And he only grows more so as he watches sharpened tip after sharpened tip find its mark. He's really not much for parties either, but he's made an effort to show up around these mingles and really try to act like he's keeping himself somewhat informed on what's going on. But what better way to pass the time with some friendly competition?

If she vacates her spot when he approaches, he'll take the opportunity to throw a few knives himself. Wrench knows it's tempting fate; he hasn't seen the raccoon yet, but he's pretty damn sure if Rocket catches him even touching the knives again he's going to end up wondering if rabies shots are a thing in Solvunn. At least now he's managed to find a few blades legitimately, so he doesn't have to try to steal these. His aim is pretty good. He's not always dead on the bullseye, but Wrench's throws never stray very far from their intended mark. After a couple of lobs and if he feels the blue woman's evaluating gaze back on him, he'll turn the blade in his hand and offer the hilt in her direction.

Best of five?

He's really hoping this isn't her first introduction to brain texting.

[ She's not unaware to someone watching her. It just pointedly doesn't matter in a place where her skin and prosthetics already stand out - she can't go snapping at everyone to find something else to do (Or could she). So when a person that had been steps up she's quick to walk away, no hesitation. ]

[ If she were a different person she would find someone else to speak to. She doesn't, a more watchful observer than a conversationalist. And it's for this she glances back at the man out the corner of her eye. Not bad, not the best. Nothing to keep an eye on some ancient part of her decides and yet — ]

[ He moves and offers her the blade, mouth and nose quirk in bemusement. Unfortunately for both of them, it is the first time anyone's brain texted her and she stiffens. Glares between sudden writing and him and deciding it's someone messing with her mind snarls out: ]

Don't do that.

[ (Please feel free to do that Wrench). ]

[ Even so, she takes it as a challenge as she grabs the knife from his hand, readies, and throws. ]

[ Of course, it lands just as others had before. ]

Go on, then.

Defiance swells in Wrench, then recedes as quickly as it came. The flash of momentary desire to do exactly what he's been told not to is less about proving that she doesn't hold authority over him and more of a gnawing frustration about what this stranger probably can't be expected to know about him. But it's easily set aside when she takes the bait instead. For the time being Wrench says nothing more. He simply moves aside and lets her line up her shot. It lands exactly where he expects it to, and exactly where all the others he's observed her throw also have.

Only when the woman turns to usher the space back do him does he circle back around to that first notion. Before he takes up a second knife, Wrench holds up a hand to stall her. Just so you know, I'm Deaf. He doesn't expect her to understand ASL - she doesn't even look like she came from Earth - but maybe the use of a manual language gives her something to chew on. Some clue as to why he might've defaulted to a method of communication that puts the words directly in front of their faces in a sparkling, handwritten-looking script. In case it doesn't, he points to his ear and shakes his head for good measure.

Then Wrench picks up the knife and takes his first throw. It's not a dead bullseye, but it grazes within a few centimeters of her own. Not a terrible showing.

Nebula steps back, shot taken. The expression of someone who takes no great victory out of it, no incredible feat — for herself anyway. Maybe another person, someone learning, would earn a different result. But for someone who's spent her life doing such things and being told it was never good enough, never better than a sibling, it's simply... protocol.

She raises a brow before he moves forward. On a different day and a different planet, her translator chip would have the capability to understand these particular hand movements. It doesn't, now, as ineffective as the rest of her — but she knows meaning enough for them. A being that can't speak and then he follows it with a more universal gesture.

"So?" Nebula inquires shortly, petulantly like a child feeling scolded but still not think they're wrong, "Doesn't give you a right to break into people's heads."

Pointed, directly said. It is not a fact against him being deaf or trying to communicated - but the method how. Which appears far more personal a deal from the way she moves past him to pull the knife back out of the target. Swallows hard — perhaps noticeably to him — as if trying to fight back or figure out some kind of response: apologies maybe, annoyance at her own response, frustration at how such a thing would bother her in the first place.

"Seems like you can communicate just fine without it."

She turns back around, spinning the knife in hand and adds, "And I'm good at reading people."

Are you Nebula... are you really?

it is very okay! he still goes into "protect my brain" mode every time he talks to wanda.

wwrench - 2024-02-14 01:16 (UTC) - Expand

she'll have to get used to brain texting one day :'( today is not that day

furibund - 2024-02-14 04:15 (UTC) - Expand

nebula 👾 death

knives

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im so sorry she's like this

eli

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the drunken lamb

<3

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fish.

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this is stupid 🪄

me now realizing i didn't have a header -

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FEESH

FEEESH!!!

she's already doing great

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