[ closed ] a very merry cadens christmas

[falcony]

Who: sam wilson + free cities fam
When: end of december
Where: cadens, magpie's inn.
What: the dimming might be it's own, abraxas-related holiday, but the christmas spirit is in the air and sam will NOT be spending it alone. time for a big family dinner!!
Warnings: language, possibly drunken singing, chaos.

It's hardly an uneventful time of year, but at this point Sam is used to that. Christmas or not, celebration of science or not, the homesickness hits Sam hard. But, thanks to a few more recent events, Sam decides that maybe - just maybe - he shouldn't try and push that feeling away and ignore its existence, choosing instead to channel it into a-

Wilson Christmas Feast.

He goes about inviting everyone he can think of - giving them an understanding of the vibe, the meal itself, who all will be there. It's planned to be a casual affair, with Sam cooking and plenty of alcohol and maybe some Christmas carols (don't worry, he'll explain those too). Come by for as long as you want, or as little as you want - Magpie's given them free rein of the main floor of the inn, and the kitchens beyond. Also, because Sam is just that charming and persuasive, the entire place is decked out with as many Christmas-y looking decorations as Sam could get his hands on. Garlands, candles, maybe even some mistletoe? It's got a bit of a Dickens old school vibe, but he did his best and it doesn't really need to impress Martha Stewart over here, right?

Bring your own cheer! Or an extra dish to add to the pile - Sam's got the main course (there is definitely an entire pig on that table) covered, but the rest is up to y'all. Drink, eat, be merry - Sam is playing host once again, and Jaskier is probably playing music, let's be real. Beyond that, everyone mingle. Hang out. Realize how small the Free Cities can be. We're all friends! Tis the season!

Comments

[petcromancer]

[At Castiel's matter-of-fact declaration, Hector snorts.]

So the Church got it wrong? Ha, of course they did.

[He's so amused, he's not even going to question how this strange man knows.]

What else did they fuck up? Was Mary Madgalene a necromancer? I have my suspicions.

[unwings]

[ n e c r o m a n c e r? that's one out of left field, and for a couple silent, lightly judgmental seconds, castiel's staring as if waiting for more context. none? okay then, here we go. ]

No. [ measured, forbearing, suspicious. ] Nor was she a prostitute. Pope Gregory I projected the shame of his favored solicitation onto her. Mary Magdalene was a widowed midwife.

[ much more boring than some churches like to profess, but it's human nature to sensationalize these things. and, to invent baseless smear campaigns of women with too much power or respect, so no one's that surprised. ]

The Bible makes a poor history book. Though Revelation was fairly accurate, up to a point.

[ the point where the intended participants decided, nah fuck that noise, but that's a much longer story. ]

[petcromancer]

That's disappointing. How'd the Christ rise up from the grave, then? He couldn't have been a vampire, even if he did go about talking about drinking blood.

[A necromancer at the scene of the crime just makes more sense, honestly. Hector shakes his head.]

The one with the seals and the trumpets and the animals with way too many eyes? Huh. How would you know? Did it end up happening?

[Priests in Hector's time had been clamoring on about end times-- which to be fair, it almost was-- but Hector hadn't seen any horsemen or plagues of locusts running about. Just a depressed vampire and all the Night Creatures Hector could forge.]

[unwings]

God willed it.

[ straightforward, no hint of shenanigans or sarcasm there, just cas's mild face blinking calmly. hector may have been mistaken about the insight he offered. ]

Seals, yes. The vision of many-eyed animals, I suspect, were a misinterpretation of angels. Trumpets were probably artistic license.

[ prophets get flowery sometimes, y'know, but horsemen, plagues - all included. anyway, those are less important details. Cas nods, indicated, yes, it did happen, at least in a sense. ]

It was averted.

[petcromancer]

That's less fun.

[Really, a supernatural explanation is much more exciting than simply attributing everything to some divine plan.]

Not completely accurate, then, if it ended up not happening. Oh well. I didn't much care for the book anyways.

[There's far better reading to be found elsewhere.]

[unwings]

Few biblical events were.

[ 'fun' wasn't quite the objective God had in mind, Cas is pretty sure, but then again, his reading of 'fun' isn't exactly reliable. ]

I did say fairly, up to a point.

[ the build up was there, it's only the decimation and total destruction that wasn't permitted to follow through. he cocks his head, taking a silent moment to openly examine this man, absorb the whole disposition. ]

You seem spiteful of it. [ which is a brand of caring about a thing, but cas doesn't feel that needs voicing so pointedly. ]

[petcromancer]

[Hector shrugs. It's no secret, his distaste for the church and the religion that formed it.]

The Church started it. 'Thou shall not suffer a witch to live' and so forth.