asgardmeridiem | EVENT LOG: FOURTH WALL!

EVENT LOG: FOURTH WALL!

Who: EVERYONE literally anyone and everyone ever
What: the mingle log for the Ain't Nobody Got Time F'That event!
When: Days 464-466 ( June 15-20 )
Where: anywhere in the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

June 15-16 / Day 464:: Not long after sunrise on Day 464, the air in the city will become briefly charged with magic. It will feel something like static electricity, hanging noticeably before dissipating suddenly a half-minute later. This will mark the beginning of the Visitor's Event! Starting then, characters old and new will begin to tumble into the city. They may appear anywhere there is room for them: in the middle of the street, on top of the Ferris Wheel in Hel's creepy amusement park, in the Comfort House, or ten feet in the air above the lake! Visitors may appear at any point during the duration of the event.

The city's natives will begin to usher them to the courtyard of the palace at the center of the city, where Freyr and the Welcoming Committee will have set up stations. This is where they will be given a bracelet to allow them to communicate with the network and reside safely in the city, provided with food and drink, and given camping supplies - basic tents and sleeping bags - if they choose to stay in the courtyard.
June 17-18 / Day 465:: A minute after midnight, all characters in the city - including the freshly arrived Visitors - may notice something a little odd: a soft, warm glow through their shirts, right at the center of their chests. The light will fade, but it isn't quite finished yet. Starting then, threads of light with that same gold glow will lead from their wrists, beginning as intangible bracelets of light and leading them with anyone they have a "connection" with; what exactly that "connection" is is up to you! It could be romantic interest, or simply belonging to the same world, or sharing a favourite colour. Anything is viable, and they can have "connections" with as many or as few people as you'd like. The closer they get to the person they are bound to, the more brilliant the light. Physical touch will stop the light, and will also bring a sense of something like completion, contentment. When characters close their eyes, the glow of the strings is a soft, gentle one, akin to a nightlight.

The lights are not permanent, and seem to flicker to life and back off again arbitrarily. Your character may have one connection at noon that splinters to fifteen later that afternoon, and then none at all that night. Not all connections will always be "on," and you are welcome to play with this at your discretion! Please note: They will only ever be formed as a result of feelings your character already has - they will not create new ones.

That night, in the Castle Courtyard, Freyr will build an enormous, contained bonfire beneath the Great Oak Tree Merlin planted during an earlier celebration. Things may be rationed, but modest snacks and drinks will still be provided. He will encourage storytelling, games and riddles, and a general welcoming, since who knows how long these new Visitors will be here for, right? Mellow gold lights in the same shade as the ties between the Travelers and Visitors, among other things, will decorate the area to give it a sense of warmth and peace.
June 19-20 / Day 466: Day 466 brings a gentle rain onto the city. Awnings and canopies will be set up in the castle courtyard for shelter, and the Welcoming Committee will continue to operate the bracelet and supply stations for any latecoming Visitors. That evening, a god will make a post to the network, giving notice that the Visitors will soon be sent home, so that people should say their goodbyes. After the given time, they will flicker and then disappear. The strings of light between people will begin to fade at this time as well, a gentle tapering off for a few hours until they are gone for good.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for our second Fourth Wall Event! All rules and guidelines can be found on the information post; please do feel free to ask if you're unsure about anything. We'll make an overflow log if the need arises. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the date and location in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions, and have fun! ]

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[Fingon has so far refused the ushering, instead opting to wander the streets, wanting to see more of the place. The high elf - tall, pointy ears, long, dark hair lying in braids interwoven with golden strands, with an otherworldy beauty that despite his lean but muscular build puts his looks a bit at odds with the longknife at his side and the bow on his back (though the harp that he also carries with him again breaks the image) - looks at his surroundings curiously, obviously new but also not particularly bothered by his sudden presence in this place.

He'll sometimes stop and greet people that look interesting or just seem to have a free moment and ask them what a building is or if they have seen his sister, or something else. It always starts with a friendly:]

Well met, stranger.

Edited 2014-06-15 20:19 (UTC)

[ Mornings Maglor spends at the Citadel, training those who come to him (if he dislikes greatly that two of those are as his own children, well, at the least he will ensure that they are good enough to survive whatever is thrown at them out there). When he leaves his hair is braided back from his face and his eyes are still bright from the joy of the dance of blades, and he sings as he returns to his favourite haunts in the park. When he sees the dark hair in golden ribbons he thinks it only one of his ghosts, at first, when when Fingon stops to chat to a native he sees that face, and the song falters to a stop.

Here cousin, Maglor is standing there staring at you as if you were a ghost ]

Fingon?

[There is a short moment where he thanks the native for the information and tells them farewell, but that will only be a moment or two: For then he comes over to Maglor in fast steps, a smile of relief and just a bit of surprise on his face.] Laurë!

[It's been a while since he has seen his cousin, yet as everyone has been rather busy arranging themselves into their new lands and organizing structures, building and finding their way around the situation, he has had no time yet to think of visiting those that now live too far away, or beyond barriers too forbidding, for a visit (at least not in seriouseness). So seeing Makalaurë here is a happy surprise, and while the other elf seems oddly changed to him, that will have to wait until after they separate - for as soon as Fingon arrives at his cousin's side, he will wrap his arms around him, pulling him into a short but tight embrace.]

[ Laurë, Fingon calls him, and Maglor mentally backtracks to the last time any of his cousins used the Quenya. .... That far back? he wonders, and is a stab of equal parts grief and joy. He cannot quite help the desperation in the return hug, but by the time Fingon pulls back he is smiling in return (if there is still something shadowed in his eyes, well, hopefully Fingon will not notice) ]

Well met cousin. I would bid you welcome to Asgard, Finda, but 'twould be a poor greeting to welcome you from one war to another.

Then welcome me to your city instead.

[Concern lies in his eyes at the shadow, and uncertainty towards the place that he has found himself in without announcement or notice, yet the joy of meeting one that he knows, one that he has spent many a day with in his childhood and youth (for that is what the long years in Valinor seem like to him now, even though much of that time went by well past after he grew to full adulthood) turns his eyes bright and the smile on his lips genuine.]

Tis hardly my city, Finda. [ It is good to see Fingon again, and joy sparks in response. Maglor had forgotten how bright they were, his valiant cousins, how unshadowed, how easily they brought smiles with them, and his eyes brighten in response when he smiles ]

Have you seen much of the city?

You do not speak as if you have found yourself here only now, as I did. And then it would indeed be your city, though you might not be its lord; for did we not call Tirion "our" city even when it was grandfather who ruled it?

[Back when none of them would have thought that any importance might ever lie in where one stood in the line of succession - oftentimes, bliss can only be seen once it has been lost, and this is one of those, for awareness of it only arose after such ease had been lost.

Yet he won't let his thoughts linger there, there is no reason to as it lies in the past and for better and worse cannot be returned to them; no cloud but those thoughts that Makalaurë does not look well obscure the sun shining brightly in his eyes.]

I have wandered for a while, and spoken to some who live here, but I feel that I have not seen half of it yet. Will you be my guide?

Well, that is true enough. [ Maglor smiles and links his arm with his cousin, pleased to be able to do so, after so long without ] I have been here some six? Aye, six months now.

Whose House... [ And his voice trails off when he sees the lack of bracelet ]

Finda. [ urgent now ] Finda, when you came in, did they give you a bracelet?

Edited 2014-06-16 09:31 (UTC)

I have not been given anything as of yet.

[He does not let go of his cousin but turns to him, alarmed by the urgency in the older elf's words.]

[ A frown, it is unlike the maids, even grey as they are, to neglect a Traveller so, and what it might imply sits uneasily with Maglor. Turning he tugs at Fingon, heading back to the Castle courtyard ]

The bracelets are what tie us here - you have seen how some folk are... Grey yes? Without one, you will slip swiftly to a similar state - it is some illness, they tell us, and it is part of why we Travellers are brought here. It is odd that you did not recieve one, usually, we are given one on arrival, and tied to one of the patron lords here.

If have not yet been given word of them, or been told much about the patrons of this place; barely that they exist, and some of their names. Once that matter was brought up, it has always swiftly turned towards sending me to the palace. [And he is reluctant to go, not knowing if he will have the possibility to simply wander the streets after.]

Perhaps that is where I would receive such a bracelet? [And then he should follow this advice after all; he does not want to lose his colours, and whatever other parts of oneself this illness takes from a person.]

They exist, aye - the locals here style them gods, and tis true they have power enough to rival the Ainur, yet in their most recent address the chief of them stressed that they did not think of themselves so, and only accepted the titles given. It is their power that draws us here, and keeps us here, also, in mortal bodies. [ Maglor shoots a wry grin at Fingon ]

You maybe have not noticed that part, I think, cousin mine, as much fun as you seem to be having. [ He lifts his wrist, revealing the bracelet and its brightly gleaming gem ] Lord Freyr claimed me, who loves art and beauty.

To nobody's surprise, I am sure.

[If there is one who cherishes music - for Findekáno assumes that that is what he speaks of when talking of "art" - it would be the most desirable to have his cousin under their wings, without doubt.

The thought of mortal bodies is troubling, however, and many a thing that had confused him, before, suddenly falls into place. How everything seemed oddly dulled, how little he could hear and see...] So it is not this world that alters our senses.

[open] Fingon | Silmarillion | day 464

Hi cousin HI!

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It had to happen

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