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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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You want me to slam into you?
[Gotta be sure first, but she sounds down-right eager.]
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[Oh. That is a dangerous look. And it gets a sly, approving grin.]
Only in the most literal sense.
[Gotta beat someone to low hanging fruit.]
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[The sound is sharp and clearly amused as he snatches at the opportunity for innuendo - really, Al, she didn't know you had it in you! - and it just adds to the bright spark of her good mood.]
Nice one. I walked right into that. Now let's see what happens when I walk right into you--
[The white curve of her grin, a cheeky waggle of her eyebrows, then she's stepping back as far as the crush of the revellers will allow. One, two, three-- then she's dashing in toward him again, slams hard against his shoulder at speed. Half expects him to go flying--
--and someone does. Only it isn't him. Gideon finds herself propelled backwards before crashing into the unsuspecting back of another reveller, who - in good spirits despite almost being knocked off his feet - shoves her back in the direction she had just come from to decidedly less of an effect than before.]
What the fuck!
[But it's said with a tone of interest, with elation. No rancor detectable at all.]
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Have at me then.
[Alucard is careful as he stands, making sure that there's nothing too pointy or metal in the area of his chest. The coat is a little extra, and he won't accept the risk of his friend hurting herself over something this stupid.
He'll guess that the speed Gideon hits isn't her top by any means of the imagination but it is clearly better she didn't go full pelt. She bounces and bounces hard, but there's no scuttling over to help her up. Instead there's walking over to close the gap between them, the dhampir trying not to grin too much.]
I'm sturdy. That's all.
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Though that moment of glittery pride at his use of innuendo has already bled out into something else by the time he walks over to where she's stumbled, brushing herself off with only minorly-injured pride.]
That's all? It's gotta be some vampire power or something though, right? I mean, I train hard for this body of steel. I shouldn't be that easy to throw off!!
[She's seen that kind of uncanny power before. On a Lyctor. And whilst Lyctorhood is a pile of steaming shit, she's kiiinda jealous. Kinda awed.]
I mean, unless it's something you can teach me and in that case, please fucking do.
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I'm not sure. [It is hard to give an honest, soft evaluation over the music, so his response is far more a yell than needed.] Some of it might be how I choose to stand?
[There's a shrug, and Alucard considers what teaching might even involved here.]
I want you to stand in the exact opposite way you'd do in a fight where you have your weapon.
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[She'd heard him despite the swell of the music around them, the crush of the 'dancers', or whatever the hell it is these people are doing. Someone knocks into her shoulder from the side, but this time barely moves at all. Pays them no mind. Tries instead to get her head around what the opposite of standing the way she fights might be.
She supposes, when fighting, she slips into that fluid dream-like space where time feels slowed down and somehow unreal, like she has extra time to think. To move. So the opposite of that would be--
--she plants her feet firmly against the ground, squares off against him, solidly.]
Like this?
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He waits, eyes on Gideon instead of Jaskier--
Leans right into her to see how easily she takes his weight.]
Precisely.
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Now bump into me.
[She says it with perfect confidence. Maintains her solid poise.]
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[Alucard grins and it is an obnoxious little shit eating grin. He could go full vampire here, just to be a dick.
They can do that later. For now, Alucard takes a few steps back, then breaks into a human paced run with just enough force that should get Gideon's balance to stumble just a little. Or it should, if he does it right and she's doing it wrong.]
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--but instead there's a muffled oof from her and she stumbles a half-step backwards. It feels like there's somehow more of him than there ought to be, and really it isn't fair at all because she worked so hard for this strength, excuse you. And yet, at the end of the night, she's in possession of a strength that may surpass most and yet which stands only at the far spectrum of human (mostly).]
Shit.
[What should be a mutter becomes a yell over the sound of the music, and she straightens.]
What are you made of? Ninth House steel??
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Vampire genetics?
[It is his best guess. In truth, Alucard didn't actually expect Gideon to keep herself upright. A half step is pretty damn good all things considered, and it takes actual restraint from Alucard to not knock his shoulder against hers just to be a dick. Still, he has to shout all of this, and make sure none of it comes off as condescending. It is a rather tall order.]
You didn't fall over and you didn't move that far. Against anyone else you'd have been fine!
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In the end, she says--]
Do you think I'll have my security status revoked by Jaskier if we deliberately bump into other people?
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Hmmm.
[Alucard taps his chin with his fingers, considering.]
It isn't as if others aren't doing it. And that it's against the rules.
[He's gonna say they're allowed.]
good place to leave it?
That sounds like permission, to me. C'mon. I bet I can send more people flying than you. Winner buys the loser a drink!
[And it's with tremendous glee and a whoop! of joy that she immediately gets stuck into the mosh. It's her first ever concert after all. Bouncer or not, she deserves to have some fun with it right??]