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abraxaslogs2022-03-25 07:05 pm
cointosser) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-03-25 07:05 pm
Entry tags:
- !npc,
- alucard; the hierophant,
- dean winchester; the lovers,
- fandaniel; the hanged man,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- gideon nav; strength,
- goro; the chariot,
- hector; the magician,
- inej ghafa; the hierophant,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- nadine cross; the world,
- rinwell; the magician,
- sam wilson; justice,
- sephiroth; the tower,
- viktor; death,
- wen kexing; the tower
[open] a fantastic public charity event!
Who: Jaskier, open to all of the Free Cities!
What: The bard is holding a concert at Cadens's Old Public Hall in order to raise money for its renovation!
Where: Cadens
When: The end of March, a bit after the eclipse/Singularity event shenanigans
Warnings: None. This is a family-friendly event. :)
What: The bard is holding a concert at Cadens's Old Public Hall in order to raise money for its renovation!
Where: Cadens
When: The end of March, a bit after the eclipse/Singularity event shenanigans
Warnings: None. This is a family-friendly event. :)
The Event
[Flyers hand-written and posted around the city of Cadens promise many a thing: a lovely night of community and belonging, beautiful decorations, a precious place to bring your bonnie sweet (the most important.) Jaskier fully intends on this being the perfect date night; the more lovers who become closer thanks to him, the better. The hall will see a larger audience than it ever has before! And hopefully more money will be thrown at it than ever before.
Of course, that’s what this is: a charity concert being held to raise funds for the old Cadens speaking hall, a large hall that has long fallen into disrepair. Through the efforts of Jaskier (and mostly) Alucard, restoration of the hall has begun. However, it has far more renovations ahead of it, and coin will be needed.
The concert is meant to be a grand time, but, it is about the money. This is a charity event, technically. But there's no reason he can't have fun with it.
And since Jaskier does nothing by halves, he has gone fully all-out. At the concert, any goers will be free to partake in:
+ free food (courtesy of himself, Alucard, and Sam's cooking, generally fresh bread, rolls, sweets, cheeses, and various finger foods and slices of roasts)
+ free wine and local juices (mostly paid out of Jaskier's pocket)
+ flowers will be given out, though it is STRONGLY IMPLIED a donation is expected (bouquets can be purchased for your honey, as well)
+ Nadine will be going around the crowd and providing small samples of tonics and potions
There will also be a small raffle that Jaskier will be running. Tickets can be bought for a small fee, and ticket holders can win small prizes of bouquets (courtesy of yours truly), a box of fresh pastries from the local bakery, an array of prized feathers from his pet toy gryphon, or a slightly fancier bottle of wine. The ultimate prize will be a free song written personally for you by Jaskier, all topics and requests accepted. Yes, it is a grand prize. For the small prizes, you can decide whether your ticket is a winner or a loser!
Please, remember to keep your behaviors amenable, fair citizens of Cadens. This concert is for charity, and no roughhousing, fighting, or generally ill tempers will be suffered. And as an event on city property, it is meant to remain completely neutral. No politics or you'll be kindly escorted outside the event!]
The Old Public Hall
[The Cadens Public Hall is an old, large speaking hall hosting distinctive architectural features that are strongly Thornean in influence. Like the old days, the concert is mostly meant to be standing-room only; the second floor mezzanine has been blocked off due to unsafe conditions (mostly old, rotting floorboards.) There's a slight musty smell that lingers despite Jaskier's best efforts to hide it.
His attempts to hide it are vast in number: every where one looks are richly colorful groupings of flowers, tied to pillars, hanging from strings of semi-magical lights that have been criss-crossed over the main concert area to mimic the sight of stars, and growing from pots meant to hide dusty corners. Illusionary birds fly and flutter about, adding spots of color and life to the old hall.
Small tables and chairs have been set out the entrance for folks to eat and relax at while music fills the hall and spills out.
Jaskier himself headlines the music, accompanied by a flautist, a drummer and a cellist. Songs that he performed at the Summit are part of his set: a song that venerates the magical accomplishments of Thorne (which may earn some grumbles from local Cadenites, but that same magic flows through the hall itself, amplifying the music and preventing echoing and regulating temperature.) His ballad about Lyfbringr, one of the gods of Solvunn, features, with a slightly baudy edge to it. But most prominent are several songs about the Free Cities themselves: bastions of hope for those who have lost their home, rich mixing pots of culture and people, with fantastic advances in technology.
Peppered among the songs are general fun, upbeat songs. As the night draws to a close, the songs become slower and softer, meant for dances between lovers.
Between sets of songs, Jaskier can be see moving through the crowd, shaking hands, dancing, and showing off his precious new pet toy gryphon named Mog, with black fur and feathers and an owlish face. (Yes, you can pet him.) Mog accompanies him on stage as well, flicking his tail and sleeping inside his lute case.]
Speech, Speech, Speech
[Like all good events, it must begin with a speech.
At the beginning of the concert, while his band behind him plays quiet music, Jaskier takes the head of the dais that is acting at the stage, giving the concert-goers a hearty bow with a sweep of his large, feathered hat.]
Hello and greetings, my fellow citizens of Cadens! While you may not know me -- though I highly doubt that, if you've ever stepped foot into a local tavern -- I have been dwelling in your city in some time now as the conveniently-dubbed Summoned. I am the Master Bard Jaskier, and tonight we have gathered for a few hours of good will and merriment.
I have been welcomed into your city ever since I came here by chance, and have long wanted to give back in what ways I can. This concert is being held for the good of the very hall we stand in, long having fallen to disrepair in lieu of other pursuits -- important ones, I'm sure! -- by the city. However, as a musician, I have high respect for any such beautiful place, and I have recently began working tirelessly with an anonymous patron and friend to restore this grand old beauty for the use of all Cadens citizens.
Please, peruse the first floor of the hall to see our recent work in restoring and preserving historical Cadens architecture. There is free food and drink for all -- though, if you're a known glutton, learn a bit of restraint for the sake of the children. [Laugh track.] There are small gifts available in return for donations at the stands just ousdie. There will be collection plates placed around the tables, and by the door -- you'll see that lovely young man there, yes? He'll be glad to take your coin off your hands! [Another laugh track. He's hilarious, he knows.] All donations will go straight to the restoration of this historic hall.
By your leave, lovely gents and beautiful dames, I bid you a wonderful night. May your hearts be light, and your coin purses even lighter!
For ideas about the general mood of the music:
Youtube Bardcore Playlist
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He wonders if she's slayed a gryphon before. She must have. Has he been there when she did? Even with some of his memories returned, he still feels as though there are a hundred moments he hasn't got. But they do have moments here. That means something, too. ]
The moon would've shifted the tides. [ It's possible that may have disturbed something. Not too important, in truth. Whatever caused the eclipse, its effects do not appear to have greatly impacted the world at large. In fact, few are even talking about it anymore. Life returns as usual, he supposes.
He sits back in his chair, one arm over the back of it as he says casually, curious but without an intent to pry, ] I'm told you invited a...friend.
[ That's the word Sephiroth used. ]
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[ Something like that. It doesn't matter, either way. She'd gotten back fine, and next time, she'll be a little more prepared going out just in case.
Geralt's next observation catches her a bit off guard though. Ciri blinks, color rising in her cheeks before she quite manages to hide it by grabbing her drink. Perfect timing. Nailed it. She'll just... take a big swig for a few seconds. ]
And who told you that?
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He waits for her to drink. Mog stretches its wings before settling back in sleepily. ]
He did. Sephiroth. We've met.
[ His gaze shifts to where Sephiroth might be—coerced into a dance or still lurking by his privacy wall, red bloom tucked in his hair. Geralt does not add details as to how they met. Ciri was not in the city for the pigeon pursuit and while he imagines she will learn soon from Jaskier, he just. Would prefer not to speak of it openly. ]
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Ciri comes up from her ale mug with a glower in Sephiroth's direction. She may have been half-conscious at the time, but she clearly remembers threatening him with physical harm if he spilled too many details about their unintended excursion.
Though the way Geralt brings it up, it seems he doesn't know about that part. Her lips purse. ]
Have you, now? [ She snorts, taking another drink while her other hand idly strokes Mog's feathers. ] He gives himself too much credit.
He's signed with the Free Cities military. They had him on road patrol after the eclipse, with all those folks worried about traveling and paranoid about the sun going out again.
We ran into each other. Decided to keep company to Aquila since we were headed the same way.
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Though—mm. That is a touch more incidental than Sephiroth made it sound. In fairness, the man said extremely little about the matter altogether. Or on any matter at all. He learned more about Sephiroth watching him struggle with a cat than he did talking to him, and he suspects the same can be said the other way around. ]
Never a bad thing, to find company you can stand on the road. [ It's good, that's all. If she's found someone she can trust enough to have along. ] Besides, Jaskier likes him. I suspect you'll see him around whether you want to or not.
[ As is the case, with people Jaskier takes a liking to. Geralt is always a hint wary of those who choose to align with the Free Cities military, but he also knows a job is a job. It doesn't always mean more than an easy path to some coin, particularly someone used to serving as it is. ]
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I'll admit he makes for tolerable company on the road, at least. And he was reliable when trouble cropped up. Knows how to handle himself in a fight.
[ The fact Jaskier knows Sephiroth isn't exactly a surprise. Sephiroth might have mentioned as much when Ciri told him to come to this party. But it still makes her laugh to hear Geralt say it that way. ]
Pff. Jaskier likes everyone.
[ She does seem. A little more pleased than usual about it though. ]