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EVENT LOG: LOOK! A DISTRACTION!

Who: EVERYONE
What: Look! A Distraction! Festival log part one. The overflow log can be found here and part two of the event can be found here.
When: Days 338-341 (Oct. 8-15)
Where: The castle courtyard.
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

[ All barriers are coming down for this five-day event: both the ones between the gods and their Travelers and between the city and its center. The castle courtyard is open to any and all for the next five days. NPC booths with games, snacks, and trinkets fill the space both along and around the entrance with plenty of room to spare for anything the Travelers might want to set up for themselves. Music and food fill the air at a constant, with firepits and decorative torches burning at night to light up the courtyard in an earthy glow and keep everyone warm. There will be plenty of food and entertainment, and the party will last throughout the night each night.

The theme of the festivities will change with every day:

Day 338 (Oct. 8/9)
It's time for a costume party! Travelers will be encouraged by the natives and gods alike to wear costumes both silly and serious! Anyone needing assistance simply need to say the word, and they will be descended upon by enthusiastic natives ready to help and desperate to put the tragedy of Thiazi's attack behind them.

Day 339 (Oct. 10/11)
Familiar scents will waft in the air with the theme of the second day: Home away from Home! The visiting god Honir has made a push to organize food and music straight from the Travelers' worlds, and it will all seem absolutely and utterly authentic. The natives will be cooking and playing music throughout the festival, and will be encouraging Travelers to to teach others about their own world/time's clothing and culture.

Day 340 (Oct. 12/13)
This day is going to follow something of a Samhain celebration. Merlin, with the permission and help from the gods, planted the seed of an oak tree in the centre of the courtyard. By this day, it will have grown as large as though it's been there for a hundred years. Travellers will be welcomed to tie ribbons or letters to the tree for their departed loved ones and friends, whether they've passed on or simply left the city, in remembrance and a final farewell.

However, being far too curious about to whom they're writing, Honir will be going through all of the ribbons and letters when no one's looking. Moved by their losses, he'll be bugging Mimir into helping him perform a spell that will bring a sort of comfort to everyone. Characters can receive up to a maximum of three photographs of themselves with whomever their ribbon is for, regardless of whether or not they ever took a picture with that person or even had the technology to do so. All of these photographs will be candid shots of happy memories that will be waiting for them on the Travelers' pillows.

(We aren't doing approvals for these so please, limit yourselves to only three photographs!)

Day 341 (Oct. 14/15)
This day will introduce a festival game with the gods! As you go around to the various booths and attractions throughout the festival, NPCs will be handing out small treats to anyone they see wearing the colors of their patron god - whether you wore the colour intentionally or not!

The gods themselves will also be hosting another game of sorts: each of Asgard's patrons and allies will have a riddle or trivia question for any Travelers that approach them. Answer these correctly and they will tie a token of their favor (a ribbon in their colour or crest) around your upper arm. These ribbons can be cashed in for prizes at any time during the rest of the festival! (More details can be found under Day 341 HERE.)

The log for the fifth day masquerade can be found here!

The event guide for various events throughout the festival can be found here. Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 338 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! If you want to request a certain god, feel free to ping them and we will do what we can. Otherwise, have fun, and as always - let us know if there's anything you need! ]

OVERFLOW LOG

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Just riddles that don't mean anything.

[Too symbolic for him. This, at least, is a straightforward question, and he laughs.]

But oh man, I dunno- I can try! Uh. Fenrir and Hel. Thor. The one with the plants... Sigyn? And the guy who's best at grooming... Bald.. Bald-ear? Something like that.

[Surprisingly tricky.]

Odin! He's really nice, said I could kill everyone- uh. Loki? Hope he's feeling better, he was kinda sick for a while. And there's you and catears, but I dunno your names. Sorry. And there's a guy who's actually a giant snake, I think, but I don't know his name either. Geez, this is hard.

[ She's practically leaning over the basin, very nearly blocking the light, as the other woman snaps at fruit after fruit-- and has her own little shout of victory as finally, teeth sink into apple-flesh. Somehow, despite it being so simple, the distraction of having a strange young woman (though she imagines that she herself, is the strange one here), can lift her spirits enough to forget the trials of the past few weeks.

The booth owner hurrah's for them as well, and hands her [ insert wtfe here ] as prize, and gently shoos them off to let other patrons give it a go. Rose however, seems all too pleased to usher the woman over and nab a hanky off the table (that's what they were there for, after all). ]

Tips 'n tricks, the professionals always use 'em.

[At that Jamie practically beams. It's a good thing he asked every god/goddesses their name when he met them. But wait. This could be a trick question - he did say gods.]

Honir, Mimir, Freyr, Baldr, Jormungand, [Comes out slowly because what a mouthful that name is.] Odin, Loki, Thor, Heimdall. [This is where he hesitates. He doesn't know any other gods by name. Fenrir, the party-pooper, wouldn't give his. :|]

[Does he risk it? If he doesn't come up with the last one, he's going to fail anyway.] Skuld, Sigyn, Freya, Hel.

[Danielle pries the apple from her mouth, biting through it crisply and chewing/swallowing as fast as possible to answer. She puts the apple down and lets Rose help her dab at the water running down her face and chest as she sweeps hair out of the way, doing her own part to clean up runny face paint.

She smiles triumphantly.]

Well I, for one, am proud to be using the tricks of the professional- whatever it was I just did.

[She leans in curiously.]

What is it called?

Day 338

[He had only just arrived but every single person was commenting on how "authentic" his costume was and so simple but clearly impressive. What... on earth were they talking about?

However, Ritsuka wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to get free food and maybe information.

He was looking down, his ears pressed against his head as he was going through his digital camera, maybe he could get some good shots as well. He looked up then and his ears perked. Well, that was certainly an interesting costume.

Ritsuka's camera came to life, capturing the individual. The image suddenly came across his viewfinder. He grinned, his tail swishing. At least he'd remember everything.]

Day 341

[Alright, so maybe he should actually have some fun, specifically in the form of food. He hadn't had the chance to eat what he wanted in years. His ears perked as the smell of the meat dumplings filled his nose. His tail swished back and forth, unaware it was hitting passerby's behind him.]

Smells so good!

[Jamie flips to the beginning of his sketchbook. There's a kid's rendition of a vampire, a mummy, Frankenstein, a princess, a jester, and a bat. The last one is a werewolf.]

There's a lot of people here and I'm going to draw as many as I can.

[So Danielle has found the modern Americana part of the festival. She's inspecting the joint in a long Ren-Faire dress (that happens to be real tyvm), looking quizzically at the food. The concept of cheeseburgers seems to be perplexing her greatly.

She winds up settling by asking the fine gentleman what sort of ale he has. Quick, someone stop her before she accepts something that looks suspiciously like light beer. Save people, Dean! Hunt things!

If he doesn't, he might get the treat of seeing her wander over near him, take a sip, and make an absolutely disgusted face, acting like she just drank cat piss.]

Oh good God, what is that?

[ Honir props his chin up in his hands with a smile as he listens to Henry recount as many as he can. ]

I'm not the best with numbers either, but I love learning names. I'm Honir, by the way, and my cat is Mimir. Jormungand is Loki's son, the one that can turn into a snake? His siblings can turn into other animals too.

[ He pauses in consideration. ]

I think that counts! Can I have your arm?

[Danielle comes up to him holding two letters and a small note, looking uncertain and a little lost.]

Excuse me, sir, are you-

[She sort of gestures at the tree.]

[ 338 ]

[ How he convinced a certain Mentore to let him cavort around the city in his robes is anyone's guess. It's not a perfect fit--his ancestor is broader in the shoulders--but it seems to suit him all the same in spite of that. The grin he gets from Ezio, the sort of expression Bill Miles reserved for moments when he was proud of his son, makes Desmond sheepishly pleased.

...oooor maybe he's just being maudlin. It's time to party in style. ]

[ 339 ]

[ ...maybe he partied too much. By early afternoon he's bearing the brunt of a well-deserved curse that's caught up to him, turning back the clock to his Farm days, though after some time with the ancestors he's tentatively bounced back. Determined to see everything the festival has to offer, he might end up making a nuisance of himself. ]

[ 340 ]

[ Yep, still a kiddo. Unsure of just what everyone's doing with the tree, but determined to take part regardless, he climbs up high into the branches to tie his own handful of ribbons. It's only a few tokens, names of his parents, his friends, the strangers here who seem like family in their own way.

On day 342, when he's himself again, he'll be back, a solitary, hooded figure adding letters to the ribbons. ]

[ 341 ]

[ Oh no, candy. Because Desmond is a crafty kid, he's figured out the game the natives are playing, so he's managed to pin and/or tie the colors of all the patron gods on himself somewhere.

He's also using Ezio's cape to hold most of his spoils and looks utterly pleased with himself. ]

Edited 2013-10-10 05:54 (UTC)

[Even new and lost as she is, Danielle has the sense to recognize royalty - and authenticity in this sea of weird costumery - when she sees it. So, as richly-dressed as she is, upon coming across this woman Danielle instinctively sinks into a deep curtsy, somehow unable to keep her eyes off the woman.]

My lady.

338

[ Okay, so she's not entirely back to 100% yet, but the effects of the city, it's folk all dressed in costumes of all sorts, does manage to lift the spirits that little bit more. Hell, Rose has even joined the crowd with a costume of her own. Nothing silly or fancy, or even really much of a costume- but it's something. Besides, she's certain there's a wolf in man's clothing wandering about somewhere.

Like she's doing now; just wandering. Or well, running errands, but at a very leisurely pace. In fact, at numerous points of the day, she can be found toting a number of bags and parcels, as if finally getting the nerve to restock her kitchen after who knows how long. ]

339

[ Well, home away from home is a fabulous idea, if anyone were to ask. And the hint-drop for a Renn Faire she'd given Arthur before had seemed to have gone full swing, with decorations and jousting and sword lessons- How could she resist? Though she may, on and off, have Danielle with her throughout the day, she can still be found, unsportingly dressed in trousers and a coat.

Until it nears the evening however, as someone has managed to convince her into an actual gown of sorts. She can't say if it's particularly accurate, but it is pretty. It's not like she has anything against dresses- just. You know, she hasn't bothered with them in ages, and certainly never here in the city. So have a gander, Asgard. ]

340

[ There's only one person, really, that comes to Rose's mind first for this. Pete; the one from her world, the one that knew that his daughter had fucked up, and was willing to set history right again, and let himself die. Sure, there were others; the nameless that had fallen in her time with the Doctor, Sir Robert, Jabe, countless other creatures, human or alien... But there were too many to truly name, so perhaps just a few to encompass her feelings of sorrow, regret... And then another two or three for those who had fallen in her time without the Doctor. Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones... Donna Noble, in her parallel world, wrapped around her own self.

She doesn't linger around too long, already feeling the weight of her guilt, and returns home shortly after. Should anyone come to pay her a visit, they'll find a happily misty-eyed woman, with a new, framed image of her family back home. The one she'd been prepared to never see again. ]

Edited 2013-10-10 05:02 (UTC)

I know Fenrir's a wolf! He won me a toy one too, once.

[His favorite is not obvious nope.]

But hey, thanks! Was that even ten though?

[He's holding out his arm anyway.]

[ Honir laughs brightly. ]

You got twelve of them! Skuld is actually an elf, Queen of Alfheim, but she grew up with Freyr and Freya in a house of gods.

[ BFF and BF? Something like that. Not important. ]

That still earns you another ribbon!

Oh, the most fancy of names, honestly.

[ She gives a good wipe to the girl's temples to clean them of smeared paint, and hands it off for her to clean her chest; that's a bit forward, even for all this innuendo filled debauchery. ]

Bobbing for apples. [ Hilarious, isn't it? ]

[Blinks up at him.]

Really? She's a lot prettier than the elves I've seen.

[Jamie holds out his ribboned arm so Honir can tie it on with the rest.]

Who are the other three then?

You are really far too skilled in too many things, Jack. [Alice smiled as she watched him juggle. She was dressed as an autumn faerie and watched with a giant smile.]

Though I do wish you and Miss Rapunzel would wear shoes! What if you get sick? You'll be the biggest baby, never having been sick before and I'm going to have to come with soup until you're better.

DAY 338

[Well, John hadn't really intended to dress up. But it seemed like a good portion of the city was just going to kick back and celebrate. So why not? John will be walking around various parts of the Festival.

Dressed in a pretty nifty sea captains outfit.

Feel free to approach him, he'll probably also stop often to fiddle with his cravat and boots. This is really actually uncomfortable.]

DAY 339

[He decides to attend this day too, and boy is he glad he did. Food from home. He hasn't had a good plate of any kind of food from home in a long time. He's been learning to cook for him and just how the hell did Dad do this.

So on this particular day, anyone would probably catch John stuffinf his face. It's probably kind of disgusting.]

DAY 340

[John stands at the oak tree with a letter in hand. It had taken him quite a bit of courage to get what needed to be said out. He ties a ribbon around it and tacks it to the tree.

But it leaves him thinking.

The letter. It had been addressed to his Dad, who he had seen dead quite some time ago. What would happen if the Gods brought him here? Would it be for the better? Would it be right to live in that kind of comfort?

He isn't really sure.]

[If she's observant, Little Red Riding Rose might see two soft ears peeking up over a nearby railing. Someone is trying to be very sneaky tonigh.

If he succeeds, she'll hear a surprisingly good imitation of a howl sound from her left, and she'll see a wolfy shadow leaning out from behind a lamppost.]

Oh dear. [A little autumn faerie exclaimed with a smile as she looked at Sandy.]

Oh dear, bats don't eat faeries, do they? I don't want to be eaten by such a ferocious looking bat!

You promise you shan't eat me, Mr. Bat?

[ Honir just makes a shushing noise as he ties his ribbon ( a dusk one that matches Freyr's colour ) with a smile. ]

I counted ten, definitely. I want to see you win this game.

[ You'll have to catch Ran wandering the festival if you want to ask a question. While she doesn't look overly happy, she's not in a bad mood and approachable enough. Honestly. ]

There's Fenrir, Jormungand and Hel's little brother, and Loki's brother who is also called Loki.

[ He ties a dusk ribbon into a nice, neat bow, and smiles sadly at Jamie. ]

And the Queen, Frigg.

[Alice heard the click of a camera. She blinked and looked around. The little autumn faerie couldn't place the noise. Whatever had...? She frowned and was about to ignore it when she saw a bush move. She held back a smirk and looked to Marigold. She turned back around as Marigold flew away.

Only Marigold would now be tugging and nipping at Jamie's shoe.]

You mean collecting everyone? Too late for that, I've already messed up on most of them.

[He has a whole three(!!!) ribbons now, the other two from Fenrir and Baldr. He's surprised he's gotten even that many.]

And if you mean yours- well, it's not really a win if I had to cheat?

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