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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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[She withdraws her hand as Yosuke starts, frowning. Ah... she hadn't wanted to scare him...

He seems to recover quickly enough though his initial surprise upon seeing her made her think he hadn't expected to see anyone from Inaba here either. Had he just gotten here as well? Were the others here too? If Yosuke was then they might be...

She opens her mouth to reply but then Kanji's yelling interrupts them both. Apparently the others were here though when she turns around to see him she doesn't expect him to be wearing that outfit. .... Somehow it suites him. Sh shoots Yosuke an exasperated look.]

I didn't do anything... [Kanji tends to yell, flail and run on his own accord, thank you very much...

When he stumbles close enough she sighs.] Kanji-kun, calm down.

[Someone looks completely bored with being here. Nope. Don't wanna, but daddy said so, so here he is. And he'd like to think he has a hum dinger.

He might be overselling it a little.]

[If you go trick-or-treating to the Loki district, you'll find one shoeless jester handing candy from Vanaheim and popsicles to everyone, not matter their colors.

And then he'll insist you to come in for some cool fun.

Welcome to 'G', Jack's ice rink. The walls were painted by many different hands, mostly children, and glass balls hang from the ceiling. You'll find stacks with skates you can use, and if you need a teacher, Jack the Jester is the guy to go to.

A bit of a weird skating teacher, because he stays barefooted on the ice. He can move on it like that with no problems, so you know something special is happening when he does put a pair of skates on! He may slide his way through the rink without them, but for more complicated stuff, his poor feet don't have that kind of ability anymore.

To end the big opening and last day before the masquerade, Jack will skate his way through the rink and demonstrate some tricks worth of the Olympics. He's a natural even with the skates - lack of powers or not, ice is still a extension of his body.

Enjoy the show, and make sure of not leaving until you've fallen on your butt at least twice!]

((ooc: This isn't a thread just for Jack! Mingle among you and have cute skating dates. The rink is also an open location for you guys to sue whenever you feel like.))

Edited 2013-10-10 00:15 (UTC)

[DAY 338]

[Ever interested in such things, Naminé has chosen to come in costume. It's a modest bunny outfit, flared skirt a reasonable length and coattails included, along with a tiny poof of a rabbit tail and thigh high socks. The ears are perky and carefully kept in place atop her head. She seems quite interested in the costumes of others and will study them when provided with the opportunity.]

[DAY 339]

[Despite not being a big eater, Naminé seems content to have a look - smell? - around, eyeing several things with curiosity but only occasionally trying them.]

[DAY 340]

[Naminé has a lot of names to write.]

[It's not just the people she knew personally. A consistent observer of the list of others from the very beginning - really the beginning, not just for her but for everyone she's been able to learn of - armed with an excellent memory, there are... a lot of people she can think of.]

[She writes as many of them as she can. It takes quite some time.]

[She just thinks they shouldn't be forgotten.]

[The names dearest to her she keeps separate - the people from her world, the ones she knew already and will, if what she has been told is true, someday return to. Some messages are longer than others. (Her creation, especially, is still freshly missed - not that she ever stops missing the others.) Nakama is set aside as well.]

[Sollux is... a special case. She writes to him as he wrote to her, kind words and well-wishes and the promise that she'll still try to look after him, even if he doesn't remember her should they meet again. (She pities him too, she's trying to look after Terezi, she misses him - and at the bottom, a <>.)]

[It's only significant restraint that keeps the tears from her eyes, but she lingers at the tree for some time all the same, and tries not to lose herself in her memories.]

[DAY 341]

[She attends this day, too, much less somber than the previous one. She is as ever a more reserved individual, but that doesn't stop her from observing and from participating in the occasional game.]

[All this time in Asgard, and she's never once spoken to the lady who decided to keep her. It's a weird feeling, some goddess she's never met being able to look into her heart and know what's there. She's poked at the altar a few times, never really said a prayer, but thought about it.

At first, she's not sure if it's her -- but the longer Ellie watches her, the more she's certain. It seems weird to come up empty-handed, so she pauses to grow a few flowers first. Roses, daisies, some buttercups, wrapped together with some ivy. Any seeds she's got on hand.

For a second after she approaches her, she's a little speechless, wide-eyed, before she remembers her tongue.]

Holy shit. You're really, really pretty.

[Day 338, Everywhere]

[Sandy's dressed up like a bat and walking around, exploring the festival with the excitement only a guy who's never taken part of a festival could have. Anyone looking for him will find a guy flapping around his cloth bat wings and possibly carrying around a glass of hot cider.

And anyone worried about it, the wound on his head is healing very well, and now looks on the edge of being done healing, to be replaced by a large white scar.]

[339 Evening, Castle Courtyard]

['Perform!' they say. 'Show us something from your world!' they ask. 'If you can't tell us, you can show us, surely!' Alright, alright, he'll perform something.

Small native children crowd around Sandy, practically hanging off of his arms, before he smiles and gestures for them to back up and give him room. The children then sit around him in a circle, kept still by their parents at time, and Sandy has to take a moment to drop his bag to the grassy ground and carefully paint the Draw Light runes on the back of both hands. Thank you, Jade.

Then he confuses the children. He carefully steps outside the circle, then casually turns off the lights around their part of the courtyard, plunging the area into darkness.

There's a long moment of silent darkness. Kids shift curiously. And then there's light.

Just a dot of it, floating near the ground like a firefly. Then the light grows, turning into a cloud of light, and then it slowly rises from the ground, being lifted gently in Sandy's palm.

All around the children, the grass starts to grow. The children and adults alike look at the ground as flowers and grass and plants grow beneath them. And then the light bursts.

Sandy reaches out his hands on either side, dragging light with them, and then he reaches up, forcing the light to rise with him. He jumps around the circle of children, dotting the air with light, drawing images of tiny creatures that he draws becoming bigger and bigger while a cloud of light changing from a fish with wings to a bat with scales to an amorphous light observes, swirling around the circle and watching the pictures of light on the ground, watching the tiny creatures get bigger and bigger and turn into mermaids and dragons and dinosaurs and birds on fire, until Sandy makes a fist, swallowing the light, and swipes it through all the creatures, leaving only the amorphous changing cloud to watch a ground covered only in plant life, but no light.

And then, with careful detail, dots of light reappear, and they form new creatures. Among them, humans. The cloud finally takes its final shape. It's Sandy, and now he floats above as animals and humans move through eras, and before you know it, he gently runs his palm through the air, misting over and eventually dissipating all the light.

His memories. The beginning of life itself, and how it's changed. That is how he chose to represent his world.

The native children burst into applause. He bows, drawing dots of light to illuminate the clearing again. Anyone may have walked in, or had been there from the start. It was easy to mix in with the crowd of natives.]

[340, Castle Courtyard, in front of the oak tree]

[He made a lot of his ribbons ahead of time. He knew how long it would take for him to make them.

Yet there are still some to make.

Sandy will spend the evening quietly draping countless ribbons on the branches, and sometimes sitting down at the roots and drawing out more ribbons. Each ribbon only has a name, or if he didn't remember that, a portrait.

He'll be in a rather pensive and sad mood if he's approached.]

DAY 338

[Parties mean fun, and who knows better about fun than the Guardian that protects it? The costume this Guardian chose goes with the fun theme too, his white hair matches his black and white jester suit (no shoes though).

To keep in character, Jack will be found juggling some pretty marbles he bought at Vanaheim. He isn't cheating, that's something he can actually do, but sometimes he will drop one on purpose and send it back with telekinesis just to hear the kids gasp and cry out "careful, Jokul!".]

DAY 339

[No, you aren't imagining things. That's a bunch of smoothies floating after Jack, who is approaching the musicians with a very particular request.]

Please tell me you know "The Christmas Song". I know it's the wrong holiday, but give me this one today? Please?

[And the musicians oblige! Soon a slow tune starts playing, and Jack being Jack, grins like an idiot when he hears his name. He's in such a good mood today, he won't protest about the nose nipping thing.]

DAY 340

[He stares at the tree for a long amount of time, mind lost in three hundred years of memories. In the end, he goes for a simple message for his sister, written in awful handwriting.]

I hope you lived a happy life.

DAY 341

[Jack opens his ice rink here!]

[Jamie practically bounces his way up to her. Gods and goddesses! In person! This is like a weird version of trick-or-treating. He doesn't know them all yet but this is a good way to meet them.]

Both! What's your name?

[And he will wait for her to ask her question.]

[This is one god Jamie's a little hesitant to approach. He stands back, trying not to look at the god but failing miserably as he continuously glances over.]

[Face painting! There is no way Jamie can pass that up. So he plops himself down when its his turn.]

Hi! I'm Jamie.

[He's not really here for the flower crowns. Though Jamie won't turn it down if she puts one on his head.]

Hi.

[Wow this guy looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here, which is why Jamie approaches slowly.]

Hello.

[Day 338: Costume Party!]

The costume party has brought out Ellie's creative side. Unfortunately, the whole thing with the paints and the armor fell through, since she has no clue how to solder armor. So no cosplaying Angel Knives for her. So instead, she's submitted to the tender mercies of the natives.

Who decided to dress her like a woodland fairy, once they realized that Growth mixes well with the whole look. So Ellie's wearing a flower crown and some soft, shapeless leather clothes, almost every inch of skin covered over with vines and ivy, tiny daisies in her hair, wings made of delicate twisted driftwood.

She's awkward in the costume and clearly it isn't her, and fairies freak her right out anyway. But for a few short hours, she'll be wearing it, until she thinks of something else.

Even if some people don't catch her wearing it, she'll be picking tiny daisies out of her hair for days.

[Day 339: Culture/ARCHERY RANGE]

Amid the music and the appetizing smells of food, Ellie's finally found something she's been looking for a long time: a good longbow. With that and a quiver full of arrows, she's gone off the find the single archery range in the place -- and is so enthusiastic, the people actually running it have left it in her (somewhat) capable hands while they run off for a few hours to enjoy the festival.

Currently, she's getting back up to speed on her aim. She's pretty good, but her technique is somewhat lacking. Some help, perhaps?

[Day 340: Letters to the Lost]

For a good few hours on this day, near sunset, Ellie will be settled with her back against the trunk of the tree, staring at a blank notebook in her lap, and occasionally at a very old, very warn, somewhat bloodstained and faded piece of paper that clearly did not come from this book.

Someone wrote her a letter, once. Years and years ago. And she's wondering how to begin several of her own. As she tries to write her own letter, the breeze blows that worn, old page from her lap.

Cursing, panicked, she chases it through the lawn until she slams painfully into someone -- finally catching it.

"Sorry, sorry- shit."

[Catching sight of Thor, Henry's immediately sidling over to him with a laugh.]

Heeey~ Thanks again for the chickens! Some god or other said I should ask you for mousecat ears since you were super great about the whole mutating me horribly before.

[Asking for questions, what.]

[Harrumph. Look who's here to talk to him. Some bratty little snot-nosed. Guh. Well, at least he wasn't dripping everywhere or whatever these travelers did. He leaned forward and shrugged, raising an eyebrow.]

Hello yourself. And what are you looking for?

[Playing coy. Right, great way to do this, Baldr.]

[There's a bush, and it's giggling at Sandy as he goes by flapping his wings.]

[Those flower crowns look great and Henry totally wants one.]

Hey-o~ [Wait what goddess is this. Is she a goddess? Probably. He always forgot most of their names.]

Uh- can I have one of those? Please? They're really pretty!

[Oh hey, it's that god who's best at preening. Henry doesn't hesitate to come over and say hello.]

Wow, all you guys are out today! You've got questions too, huh?

[The psycho and a brat. Baldr's just wearing an annoyed face on his features right about now. Grunting, he looked him over and shrugged.]

Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Are you asking for it?

[After the first hour, Ellie appears behind Sandy, hands in her pockets, staring up and up at all the ribbons he's already tied to branches. It hits her as nothing else has in a long time. He's immortal, and even so, he's loved people.

Unconditionally, as purely as he cares for her. Every one of those ribbons is another kid he watched grow up, had a personal connection with, watched grow old and leave him.

She'd thought she knew what loss was. But this is too big for her to fully comprehend. Finally, she steps up behind him.]

... who's that one?

[When the song mentions Santa there's an intimation of a deep HOHOHO from somewhere in the crowd. Okay, Jamie can't get it as deep as it should be but it's the thought that counts, right?]

[The kid himself is not just dressed up as North, though. He's a combination of all of the Guardians with a red coat and pillow under his shirt, gold spiked hair, fairy wings, boomerangs and a cotton tail and a frosted wooden shepherds hook.]

[He just laughs at at the expression, friendly as anything.]

Is that the question? Then yes, totally.

[Please, he hasn't been snot-nosed since the last time he was sick. Which was like months ago.]

A god. You one of them?

[Yes, Skuld, he has. Fox or not, he's going to get his trick or treat on. They can't keep him furry forever and Stiles wants his candy, mama.

He's adapted his fire powers to make flame letters above him. Fire-text. So hah.]

YES QUESTION GIVE IT TO ME

[Thor gets a swat against his leg by a paw. Pay attention, stupid god face. He has candy to get and hoard for when he's a real boy again. ~~If this was your fault, you're getting peed on~~]

QUESTION ME

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