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𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐚 "ate 12 sandwiches & napped" 𝐬𝐮𝐢 ([personal profile] aquaveiled) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-02-08 07:59 pm

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?
wwrench: <lj user=manual> (pic#13696574)

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

[personal profile] wwrench 2024-02-14 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Any other day, any other time Wrench would revel in the disinterested response his admission draws from the woman. It's not often he's met with such a blasé retort. It ought to be refreshing, but the longer the stranger goes right along speaking at him, the less Wrench finds it welcoming and the more he thinks it's sheer stubbornness on her part to insist their interaction abide her comfort.

But that's fair, he thinks to himself. After all, he's the one who's goaded her into this little knife game. And he can already tell she's going to win that just as easily as breathing. Wrench watches her retrieve the blade. When she continues speaking, he crosses his arms and watches her. The tall man makes no effort to prove he can understand her, nor does he try to insist that he can't. His face is a passive mask, and when she starts to spin the knife in her hand, interest takes his interest in that direction instead. After a moment he holds up a finger and disappears to the bar. When he returns it's not with drinks, but with a handful of grapes instead.

Wrench stands near the throwing board and pantomimes chucking one of the spherical fruits in the air. With his free hand, he makes a motion like he's sending an invisible knife sailing through the air. A little bit of a different challenge, he thinks. If she's so good at reading him, can she judge the arc of his toss in the air and hit the grape before it hits the floor? He tosses the first one up.
furibund: (inkonic aru nebula (49))

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

[personal profile] furibund 2024-02-14 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's too late to apologize or back down - and she doesn't feel like doing either. Not that she really has a good baseline on how or when to apologize and it'd feel more like apologizing for his deafness — and at least in her own experience, she hated others commenting on her weaknesses. Was trying to do better at not punching into other's own.

So the answer is to treat him normally.

Even if that "normally" is a careful expectation he can at least read lips and a tilt of her head just in his direction, because showing she has more interest is not what she wants either. (It's all very complicated, isn't it, really?) But she is paying attention, stopping the knife with her (metal) hand as she watches him like a hawk.

Rolls her eyes at the proposed game with a barely arched brow, a gesture similar to "giving up now?" But he moves on without fully letting it process — a challenge of his own and she sneers at the rise. The knife flies and skirts the skin of the grape*, it does not puncture it fully but though the knife sails pass there is a nick into it.

"Again."

A demand, ever the sound of someone who didn't like failing (even if she didn't strictly fail).

[ * 1-10 fail and 11-20 pass; closer to the end point is the "worse" it is. ]
wwrench: <lj user=proverbially> (pic#13651266)

[personal profile] wwrench 2024-02-14 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Wrench is pretty good at knowing when he's been bested. It's something he's had to admit more and more since being dragged up through the portal to this place. Here, as Nebula will come to learn, brain texting is among the most benign of magic that a person can have. It's practically as simple as breathing. There are more people like her than there are like Wrench. That is, people with abilities either born or created that put them head and shoulders above average. They could stay here flinging knives at a static target for the rest of the night, and Wrench already knows she'd beat him in every hand. Neither of them would have very much fun with it, either.

This, at least, he thinks might be a challenge. It doesn't just test her ability to hit a moving target (and a small one at that); she's also got to read Wrench. Anticipate how high and how wide he might arc the grape when he lets it loose from his hand. Judge when and where to let go to make sure it hits. Her first throw isn't dead-on, though just hitting the grape at all is still impressive. Still, there's room there for improvement. She knows it too, so when she speaks he's got a pretty good guess at what she's saying. And Wrench is more than happy to oblige.

He might actually grin just a little, before forcing his expression back to something a little more neutral. The second grape is weighed in his hand and flung into the air. It sails above the height of the target and drops with very little arc at all. Clearly Wrench isn't worried that her aim will miss and he'll be the casualty instead. He's hoping that trust isn't misplaced.

(( OOC - I love it. Though if she ever critfails... Well, Wrench. Play goofy games; win shitty prizes. Crit success and the grape just transforms into a glass of wine or something, rofl.))
furibund: (inkonic aru nebula (77))

[personal profile] furibund 2024-02-14 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
See. The problem with being told most of your life that your skills will never be good enough, in others questioning your capability, is that the sheer vehemence of your will shoots through the roof. They say you can't so you must and from that tiny little grin she gets the same measure from him.

Instead of anger, contempt, or whatever twisted feelings of guilt she couldn't quite grapple with she is flooded with absolute determination as she snatches up the knife once more. Her dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrow and sharp giving way to that focus and it seems —

It seems she will not make the same mistake twice. She does not wait or linger and almost instanteously the knife slices through the air and stabs straight through the grape... Pinning it into the post behind it for just a second before it slices thoroughly in two before falling. For a moment, a brief blink and you'd miss it moment, there's the appearance of victory - a smile. Not at winning over the man, but the act himself. Then quickly, catching herself her mouth turns once more and she half glances away.

"Satisfied?" He cannot hear it, of course, but it's not difficult to take away the awkwardness - no, awkwardness. Like catching yourself doing something you're not supposed to, that's foreign. And she will not step down - it had been a fact her sister had took too long to learn.

"If you choose to challenge me, I will prove you wrong." Every time, she says without saying, like a cockroach - always rising back when you thought you've gotten the best of it. It was just an ironic twist of fate that it played into her hands this times.

[ When you're out here hoping for a critfail but then your character's spirit just says "no". Which is also fine! Because it moves the thread on in a different way... ]