EVENT MINGLE: PUTTING THE "FUN" BACK IN "FUNERAL" / HOLES

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: The Putting the "Fun" Back Into Funeral/Thistle Do Nicely Holes Event Mingle Log
When: Days 415-416 (March 9-12)
Where: all across the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 415 (Mar. 9/10)

Not long after the message from the gods on the bracelets, all NPC shops in town will begin shutting down. It is late evening when the city's Natives begin heading toward Gefion Park, some alone, some clustered in small groups, but it seems like citizens of Asgard of all ages are headed that way. It is just before sunset when all of the gods and several thousand natives will stand grouped around the shore of the park's lake. Thor, looking oddly somber, will move to stand on a small podium, voice tight but magically amplified. His posture is straight, head held high, and he will cut a striking image as he speaks with a firm and magically amplified voice:

"We may be the gods of this realm, but we would be nothing without both of you: our people, and our visitors. Even in times of darkness, we mustn't allow ourselves to forget how brightly our lights can shine. In times of weakness and exhaustion, we only need cling to the memory of how strong we truly are. We will fight for the lost, and we will fight for each other. Until my father returns, I will act in his stead. We will continue to move ahead, if only because there is too much to lose if we don't. Salvation is within our grasp, and I will do everything I can to make sure we attain it."

Here Thor will clear his throat, pausing just long enough to wonder how apparent it is that Freyr wrote most of this speech.

"But now I invite you to lay your offerings into the longboats, offerings to the Natives of this world that have lost their lives in this war. Their sacrifices were not in vain, nor shall they be forgotten. In their names, we shall fight for Asgard, and for every world represented here, and for the countless that aren't."

The moment that the newly crowned Prince Regent stops speaking, Natives will place clothes and food and other trinkets inside the boat. Any Traveller with offerings will be given the chance to lay them in the boat then, before Hel sends it off to the center of the lake. It will stall there before bursting into bright flame. Smaller, match-sized flames will light all across the lake, one for every native soul that has left Asgard for Niflheim in the last two years, and they will not extinguish even in the light rainfall that begins into the evening.

After the flames are lit, however, the natives will be opening several dozen casks of different wines, meads, and ales. There will be bottles of harder liquors passed around and glasses given freely to anyone within arm's reach of a native. Time for a bonfire in the park! Anything is free game for this: there will be dancing, eating, body painting, the weaving of flowers into people's hair or into crowns, pretty much anything that is loose and vaguely intimate. The only thing that remains undisturbed is the lake, where the fires burn ceaselessly above the water. This is their farewell; they will drink, tell stories, and laugh their way all through the night.

Day 416 ( Mar. 11/12 )

The next morning, most of the natives will still be in the park, making sure none of that pesky alcohol remains in those barrels. They will take this second day to relax and clean up the park while they continue to drink, singing hymns and generally lending a hand to one another. Where yesterday was a big party, this is more like communal R&R. About halfway through the day, flowers of all types imaginable will begin to sprout from the ground. Many of them will sing along with the Native's hymns of remembrance, though they will linger after.

This is actually our Holes event for the month of March! These flowers will not just sprout at Gefion Park, however! When they first appear on Day 416, they will actually spring up just about everywhere, dirt or not. They may appear on a table, off a wall, or rooted in someone's freshly prepared sandwich. The flowers not in dirt will wilt after about a day. Following their first appearance, these flowers will continue to grow in the city anywhere flowers can grow.

Back at the party, however, everyone is on equal footing and gathered to respect their loved ones. For the time being, nothing else really matters.

They'll go back to their regularly scheduled monotony by sundown, the boat of offerings finally removed from the lake, though the candlelight flames will remain throughout the night and disappear by sunrise. In thanks for their support and continued sacrifice, the Travellers will find one gift from home in their rooms at midnight.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" event AND for the Holes event. More information on this month's Holes event is located HERE. If you haven't had your character's GIFT FROM HOME approved yet, please make sure to do so here!

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Dr. Whale » night 415 » ota!

[galvanist]

[ERRRYBODY IN THE CLUB GETTIN TIPSY.

Or, at least, Whale is. Really, the funeral was very touching, very moving...but it made him think of home. And it made him think of his brother. And that was one train of thought that he didn't want to think about, not here, not in front of everybody else and especially not in front of people who have telepathy. He was about to head out, but then people opened up the alcohol.

Well...maybe he could stay.

As the night goes on, it's pretty obvious that he's taking the 'drink' part of 'eat, drink and be merry' pretty damn seriously. Somebody's put a flower crown on him but honestly, he's way too drunk to care. He's leaning up against his fellow Travelers, drunkenly smiling, pushing a glass into any open hand he can find.]

Isn't this wonderful? [he slurs, with a dumb smile.]

[sufferably]

( mccoy pushes him away with a hand, rolling his eyes and sipping at his own drink. either he can hold his drink far better than whale, or he just hasn't had as much. some combination of the two, most likely. )

You know it's a funeral, right?

[galvanist]

And yet they're offering us booze, [Whale remarked, with a little eyeroll.] Besides, I'm not that drunk.

[sufferably]

Uh-huh. ( still, the booze is nice. )

Guess I could get used to not-parties like this.

[galvanist]

[Booze is great, McCoy.]

That makes two of us. Really, if their funerals are like this I'd love to see the weddings.

[sufferably]

Don't know how they'd get more festive. Maybe it goes the opposite way-- downer weddings to remind you you're selling your soul away. ( he's drunk and marriage sucks, did you know? )

[wontbeforgotten]

Wonderful. Well. The drinks are? Free booze is never not wonderful.

[Kara can't help but agree, taking the offered glass with a smile, possibly already tipsy herself as she then sits next to him, nearly falling over and unable to keep from laughing as she nearly spills the drink. Kara's longer hair that she has yet to cut again brushes her shoulders, half tangled in her own flower crown the natives gave her.

And if he does lean against her. Well. She has no complaints there. She's a bit happier, a bit feistier when drunk and a lot more open to drunken one night stands. All in the name of numbing herself. To escape from the hell that is her life. Her dogtags and wedding rings clink against the glass as she shifts, nudging him with an amused smile.]

Definitely more lively than our funerals back home.

[galvanist]

The same goes for me--on both accounts. [On the fact that free booze was awesome and that this was more lively than the funerals back home. As she nudges him, Whale can't help but grin, scooting a bit closer towards Kara, looking her over.

He had a feeling that even without the metaphorical beer goggles he'd find her hot as hell. The fact that she enjoyed alcohol like he did and that she was having fun only made her more interesting in his mind.]

This whole...everything is really just what the doctor ordered. [And then he giggled at that because he was a doctor and he said just what the doctor ordered, that was a joke!]

[wontbeforgotten]

You read my mind.

[Kara can't help but laugh and giggle a bit, not seeming to care or if she might, she doesn't notice him looking her over. She's used to being around guys, used to them staring and checking her out. At least, before she thumps them and shuts them up.

Somehow, even if she doesn't get the joke exactly, she laughs with him. It is still funny regardless. Especially when she is already tipsy. Everything is automatically so much more hilarious when drinking.]

Yeah, well. My doc back home....he's a smoker. Irony of ironies when he tries to tell us to stop.

[galvanist]

He's a smoker, I'm a drinker. We all have our vices.

[Of course, Whale wouldn't consider himself an alcoholic. Of course not! He just enjoyed a drink every now and then, especially when times got tough or there were gorgeous women involved.]

And really, can you blame us?

[wontbeforgotten]

Frak no. I mean. I don't blame anyone for needing.....a little help to get through the day. Be kind of hypocritical if I did, with how I drink, smoke and sleep around and all.

[And she admits it, shaking her head a bit as she explains, answering and taking another sip of her drink. She should probably stop. But she doesn't. Kara has never been one to do things half way. As she said to Admiral Cain, she drinks "only to excess."]

[marrying]

[While she is pretty drunk, she is not that drunk, and Daphne laughs a little before gently placing her hands on his chest to straighten him back up from leaning on her.]

I think you've had a bit too much to drink.

[galvanist]

[Whale let out an annoyed 'pfft' as he slowly shook his head.]

No I haven't. I'm fiiiiine.

[spoilers: he's drunk.]

[marrying]

You sound slightly not fine.

[Just -- a smidge, as she keeps a hand on his arm to hold him a bit steady.]

How much have you had to drink, Doctor?

[galvanist]

Just a few, [Whale responded, with a little scoff. He's totally fine, Daphne. Really. Trust him on this.]

[marrying]

Then you must have terrible tolerance.

[infomodder]

[My doctor is getting sloshed, wearing a crown made of flowers, and sharing the boozy wealth, Will thinks to himself when he spots Whale, drinking in (haha...) the full picture. I am in completely capable hands. Good choice. I picked a real winner. Wonder if he knows the lyrics to Hotel California.

That was not at all the slowly healing disease of his inflamed brain talking, either. Down to Earth. Had played the prick himself game to see magic healing in action. Had stared at Will's clocks and told him the truth. He also, fortunately, hadn't "adopted" a daughter figure with him, killed her, and shoved her ear down his throat, jumbled around with some things in his house, and framed him for multiple murders. In his diseased mind, Whale was the Gandhi of doctors, and he was quite pleased he'd contacted him in the first place.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

...wait.]

It's a pretty jolly way to go about it. Funerals back home could stand to be a bit more like this, honestly. [He's taking that drink, oh yes. He also happens to be wearing no less than three damn flower crowns, lopsided, like Saturn's rings sprouted blossoms and just took up residence around that head of dark, curly unwashed hair. He's obviously not drunk, though. They are there and he knows they're there and he has made no attempt to get rid of them. This was not his design, but he's not complaining. Nor is he going to complain if his outstanding doctor decides to use him as a rail to keep up. Hell, he'd give him a piggy back ride to House Asshole if he needed it. Doctor-patient bonds, wonderful things.] I'm just waiting for someone to get it in their head to go skinny dipping, streak through the place, and get burned to a crisp.

[Stability is for suckas]

[galvanist]

[Whale just lights up when he sees Will. Because Will! He should be having fun! He's wearing flower crowns, isn't that fun already? Of course it is, you have fun with your flower crowns, Will.]

That's not gonna be me, [he says, almost emphatically.] I am keeping my clothes on in the park, thank you very much. I don't want this to get dirty.

[Of course, the emphasis was on keeping his clothes on in the park. If he happened to leave the park and go home with someone...well, that all depended, now didn't it?]

[infomodder]

In the park, huh.

[Not a question, because Will heard that one loud and clear. A night involving a lake on fire, booze, an attempt for the community to come together mostly as a whole (not happening with some people, but still)...all that social lubricant and closeness happening in the dark, well. If a chunk of the population represented wasn't sneaking away later to get naked outside the park, he'd be shocked. They'd been uprooted and given magic, sure, but they were still human.

And vampires.

Werewolves.

Fairies—people of all kinds! Whatever, they probably had needs, too. How would there be more fairy people if they didn't roll around in the pixie dust from time to time?]

You eying somebody yet? [He takes a swig of that drink. The last doctors he knew, he could never (and would never try in the first place) get away with talk anywhere nearing this. Rude. Inappropriate. Ill-fitting, like a poorly tailored suit.] Spot anyone making googly eyes at you?

[galvanist]

[In his drunken state, Whale wasn't exactly the best at putting two and two together. As such, the fact that Alana knew Will didn't really cross his mind. The conversation had the potential to take the turn for the worse...if Whale could remember her name at the moment.

Being drunk wasn't helping his memory.] Well, there are a few people that I'm looking for. Girl-Jamie, Natasha, A...Ala...Ana...that girl with the brown hair who I talked to.

[Whale frowned, staring at his drink, as if that would help him magically remember Alana Bloom's name. Instead, it did absolutely nothing. With a shrug, he looked back up at Will.]

Like I said, I'm looking for a few people.

[infomodder]

[The conversation with Will Graham could always turn for the worse: murder investigations, cannibalism, children killing and children, and dogs with enormous testicles that dragged the ground unless they were retracted. Alana as a topic would be delightful in comparison, even if he casually kept out the fact of the matter that back home, she knew him as a guy about to be convicted of multiple murders, including one of her celebrity patients. What were secrets between doctors and patients, right? Nothing could go wrong.]

I don't know Girl-Jamie [Text function, so good at keeping faces hidden] but Natasha's the redhead, right? The bartender. If you mean Alana Bloom...seems you don't discriminate there. No preference for hair color. That's very open-minded of you.

[He'll treat fairies and he'll go after women of any hair color. Damn, what a progressive doctor Will has found. Alana Bloom doesn't even come out as defensive or bitter, just another name. But if they're going to talk about her very much, they're going to have to sit, so down on a park bench Will goes while keep an arm out so Whale doesn't fall on his ass when he follows suit.

Lean on me, stand by me, etc. Will's got this.]

I figured it was you who told her. I found her coming out of the hospital. I don't really know anyone else there. Good luck there, Doctor. She might be out of your league.

[As far as Will is concerned, Alana is out of everyone's league. Not just his, and not just because he's going to have to look at her in a cage, cuffed down, behind bars...]

[17thcenturyboy]

[ he is not nearly so drunk as his double, though there is a flower tucked behind his ear. whatever, he's not about to question it. but when whale addresses him, he laughs outright, shaking his head. ]

It's certainly the most entertaining funeral I've ever attended, though the Japanese did put on a show back in the day. [ the 17th century day. ]

[galvanist]

You'd know more about that than me, [Whale responded, with a little shrug.] I've never been to Japan.

[17thcenturyboy]

No? Well, you simply must one day. It's a beautiful country.

[galvanist]

It'll be on my to-do list. My to-do list when I get out of Asgard.