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

at the lake, 415.

[allbloodyhail]

[ spike's flower crown is mostly worn, by now, but he brought a fresh one for his solitary friend. not that he knows this guy, but hey, whatever. the exvampire comes up alongside of him, surrepticiously planting the thing on his head before glancing over. ]

Why the long face? It's only a funeral. [ his jacket is also clanging with stolen bottles, go figure. ]

[wasthemaster]

[There's one sweeping glance over Spike's figure before there's suddenly a flower crown on his head and suddenly his attention's drawn to that instead. What is it with everyone and flowers lately? He doesn't remark right away, just sort of getting a gauge of who (or what, perhaps) he's looking at before he smirks in response.]

Bit anticlimactic for a funeral, don't you agree? [He's not entirely serious, finding the whole thing to be a little ridiculous honestly but at the same time the fire on the water's pretty cool.

Also the free booze has been a very nice gift.]

[allbloodyhail]

Anticlimactic? Nah. [ he smiles softly as he watches the fire float by. ] I think it's beautiful.

[ better than any he'd every seen, at least. usually his friends didn't get more than a ditch and a few hurried words. no, this was much better. ]

[wasthemaster]

The flowers, or the flames? [It's a legitimate question, and though he's missed quite a few funerals lately he's pretty sure they aren't like this.]

[allbloodyhail]

The whole bloody thing. Booze doesn't hurt, either. [ even though he's not supposed to be imbibing. this was a special occasion, right? ]

[wasthemaster]

And just when was the last time you attended a funeral anyhow?

[allbloodyhail]

A proper one? [ he hadn't been invited to joyce's, and for people close to him... well. he was evil before that. there was no close to him. ] Over a century, if you must know.

[wasthemaster]

[A pause.]

What are you?

[allbloodyhail]

[ what? oh... he keeps doing this, but he's decided it's not really a big deal anymore.

it was, when he first got here. ] Vampire. Well, was.

[wasthemaster]

Was before Asgard...or is there something in your world that can reverse the effects? [He's a little too calm about this, really. Vampire's not a new word to him even though he's never met one in person.]

[allbloodyhail]

No, no take-backs when it comes to vamping. Though I did manage to get my soul back, so.

Bully for me. [ he shrugs, equally as blase about the whole thing. ]

[wasthemaster]

What's the point of a vampire having a soul?

[allbloodyhail]

Same as anyone else having one. [ he glances over. ] Needed a Jiminy Cricket was all.

[wasthemaster]

[A blank look. He knows this reference...he has to. Jade probably told him. But still.]

But wouldn't obtaining a soul nullify the entirety of being a vampire?

[allbloodyhail]

Nah, just makes me special. [ you know a thing or two about that, right, draco? ]

[wasthemaster]

[Goddamnit.]

So...who are you then? Really.

[allbloodyhail]

Name's Spike. You're uh. [ he snaps, trying to think of the thing. ] Jade's boyfriend, right?

[wasthemaster]

[There's a brief flicker of annoyance on his face, but he manages to squash it down again.]

Sure. It's Draco.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he laughs. ] Alright, then.

Nice to know you, Draco. I think. [ he squints and looks back out at the water. sometimes this place was freaking surreal. ]

[wasthemaster]

Reckon the jury's out on that. [He's watching the flames dance on the water as well, trying to fathom how that's possible.]

Now how do you know Jade?

[allbloodyhail]

Give it time. [ he waves a hand. ]

Jade? Oh, she's a good one. She's helped me out a few times, that's all.

[wasthemaster]

That's sort of a tendency of hers. Finding new people, getting them settled in the city, clinging to them whether they want it or not. [A grin.] We've been here long enough that it's not too unusual to hear anymore.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he huffs out a brief laugh, nodding. ] She does seem that type, yeah.

[ and he'd been trying to follow her example, at least with a few people, of late. he really needed more good influences like jade. ]

What about you? When's the last time you were at a funeral? Properly.

[wasthemaster]

She makes no secret of that, really. [It's cute. And a little insane. Admirable and yet completely questionable.

At that question though he pauses.] I can tell you the last funeral I've missed, but as for attending...? Ages ago, I believe. Why?

[allbloodyhail]

No reason, just making conversation. Went to plenty when I was evil, but that doesn't really count, does it?