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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Comments

Day 415, B-side!

[emergingspirit]

[By this time, Connor has been so heavily laden with flower crowns that they're falling into his face and making it difficult to navigate. This is further complicated by the increasing amounts of alcohol he's been consuming. It's when he's pulling one of the crowns off his head and tossing it to the side that he nearly bumps into Johanna.]

Ah. Sorry.

[He's quite steady on his feet for how much he's had to drink. Don't worry. It won't last forever. Kind of like his shirt didn't last forever. Heaven only knows what happened to it.]

[seventyfirst]

[ She moves to catch hold of his shoulders quickly as they collide, far more for her benefit than his, and see this is exactly why she doesn't want flowers anywhere near her. They're a menace to society. ]

Got yourself a bit tangled up there I see.

[ She smirks slightly, chuckling under her breath as she reaches up to reposition one of the crowns for him. ]

[emergingspirit]

I find it difficult to tell the children no.

[Clearly, there have been quite a few children insisting.

He tugs away from her as quickly, and gently as he can. Yes, she only took his arms to steady the both of them, and yes, she's only rearranging the flowers, but...touching. And they haven't even been properly introduced.]

You have had better luck in that than I.

[seventyfirst]

As long as we're doing it for the children.

[ She says it with such sincerity that you could honestly be forgiven for believing her, but after a moment she rolls her eyes and settles her hands on her hips. She lost her sympathy for the plight of children when she'd been forced into a kill or be killed scenario, after all.

Still, stranger or no Connor has piqued her curiosity, so she smirks idly before shrugging her shoulders. ]

I'm not much a fan of the flowers. Too constricting. Now the body paint, maybe that's the direction I should be going in.

[emergingspirit]

[The smirk is kind of charming, and makes him think fondly, if briefly, of Dobby and Myriam.

But. Flowers are constricting? Well, okay, actually she has a point, considering how heavily laden he is.]

They would suit you. The flowers that is.

[Well, the body paint probably would, too, but that's hardly the thing to be saying to a woman he's only just met.]

[seventyfirst]

You think so?

[ Connor you brought this on yourself, really. She's drunk and he's skittish, which is why it's endlessly amusing for Johanna to step in a little closer, smile a little lazier and reach up to take one of his flower wreaths for herself. Just as quickly she's back in her own personal space though, placing the crown carefully on her head before making a little dipping, bow-like gesture. ]

Is it a good look on me?

[emergingspirit]

[To his credit (or something), Connor automatically ducks down a bit. A habit, given that he's usually dealing with people much shorter than he is. An instinctive bit of accommodation. He tilts his head to the side in tipsy thought for a moment and nods.]

Yes. I was right, it does suit you.

[It suits her very well indeed. Johanna is already pretty enough, the flowers just add to the charm, and her attitude reminds him more and more of Dobby. It's a good thing.]