asgardmeridiem | EVENT LOG: LOOK! A DISTRACTION!

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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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[There's not a whole lot of it left, and soon enough she's holding nothing but the stick, which she places in the wastebin on their way in.]

Mmhm! That sort of thing would probably work, if you don't mind it.

[... Not that he seems to mind ramen.]

[The moment he sees that she's done, there's a spring in his step as he hurries forward, walking backwards until he can catch the pole that supports the small lean to they've got up in front of the shop, leaning off it whilst he stares at the counter.]

Yeah-- I don't mind.

[He wouldn't mind anything right now... the lure of what smells like delicious food is far too powerful for him to resist.]

So, what're you gonna have?

[Because, Namine, you're lucky enough to have his attention again, and a huge grin to go with it.]

[What a silly guy she's found to hang out with, gosh. She's laughing behind her hand as she follows after him, stepping neatly in next to him with a brief upward glance at what the pole he's holding onto supports.]

Good. Makes things easier for both of us.

[So lucky, gosh. She takes a moment to smile back at that grin before turning to consider her options again.]

... I'm not sure I even know what some of this is. Do you recognize it?

[It's more a matter of her lack of experience, really; the most food she ever gets to see is at parties like this, and even then it's mostly without her being able to learn what all of it is called, much less how it tastes.]

[He's happy, which makes a nice change - the way things are going. Food has a way of bringing out the best in him, which is why he's content enough right now to be himself around her.

He does let go of that pole though, glancing up when she does with that momentary thought that maybe he would bring the whole thing crashing down on top of them, but it's sturdy, and he's there - right beside her - leaning up on tip toes to get a better look.]

I dunno but it smells of--

[Yep. He just took a deep breath to try and smell the food.]

Beef, and... tomatoes? Maybe?

Smells delicious though, right!?

[The festival has accomplished its goal, it seems. Naminé is never one to forget, but it's... easier to relax, when things are going better again, and being a part of an attempt to keep everyone in better spirits is a good distraction.]

[She ends up on her tiptoes, herself, albeit much smaller ones - she's a small girl, compared to most people, and definitely needs the added height.]

Yeah, it does...!

[It's hard not to laugh through it, really, with the way he's so excited - so she doesn't try to hold it back.]

'Guess there's nothing to it but to try it. It doesn't matter much what it's called if it tastes as good as it smells. [You know, for the time being - until it can be ascertained as being something worth looking for again.]

[For the time being, there is this to preoccupy himself with. Things will no doubt come back to haunt him, but somehow - he's able to forget about those moments, too.

He drops back down again at the suggestion that they just try the food, nodding once and stepping up to the counter.

The guy serving them is quick to list off the different combinations of food, and by the time he's done the choices are just too many in number, and the thought of eating is so enthralling that he's almost drooling at the idea.]

No, I gotta have the beef an' t'matoes, right?

[For her, it's always more a shifting a focus, not a 'forget it', but 'don't think about it'. Don't think about having to shoot her friend, about what him and other friends or acquaintances of hers were forced to do - don't think about almost having taken a fall off the roof of some building, about having lost some of her drawings forever and damaging others that could only be repaired so far.]

[She moves up after him a moment later, hands folded together rather than on the counter. Though she does not forget the things listed, they buzz uselessly around in her head, and forming them into something she's actually interested in going for is a bit of a futile effort when she still knows so little and there are not many things she isn't willing to eat, anyway.]

[He makes it easy for her. She blinks up his way once, then turns back to the guy at the counter.] ... What he said.

[However they do it, coping is important right now.

Like her, though... he'll probably never forget the things he's done. There are people who are already sure that they would never let him forget.

When she orders the exact same as him he turns to stare - mouth opening for a moment, before closing again.]

We could share! I mean... you know, if you wanted to maybe... try something else too?

[Just as it is for everyone. As wary as she is of the gods, the assistance is appreciated.]

[There's something to be said for her understanding of guilt. (The difference with her own, though, is that the things she did so long ago were done by choice, albeit a choice that likely would have involved pain of death if she'd made the opposite one.)]

[She raises her eyebrows at him, head tilting - something wrong? -- Oh.]

Sure. [A smile!] Why not? Today does seem to be about food, after all, and I don't really have room for much. [So better to spread things out between multiple options to try?]

[Perhaps, somewhere along the line they could actually talk about their experiences. For now, it was all about food.

Her acceptance of his idea is perfect because he was really hoping he could try something else, and knowing that she wasn't that hungry meant it was more for him.]

Maybe you could get like-- something with chicken or whatever?

[Despite it not being a topic to which she usually devotes very much attention, that's fine by her.]

[Shoulders moving in an almost-shrug,]

I like chicken. [Not that there's much she actively DISlikes, since it's not like she's ever really gotten used to having a choice about what she eats, anyway, or even many options.] So that would work, yes. Any suggestions?

Yeah. I like chicken too.

[Luckily for them, the man behind the counter seems to have worked out what's gong on between them, and he just smiles, nodding at the both of them.

He asks them to sit down, and Naruto is quick to start waking backwards towards the seats.]

Right! I guess he'll get us whatever he think we'll like?

[Her smile when she turns it briefly up his way is easy.]

[It's still there when she looks back at the man at the counter, although it shifts through a little bit of surprise.]

[Gosh, hopefully they weren't too much trouble. She follows along after Naruto with a brief backward glance, the rest of the time watching in the hopes that he doesn't trip.]

'Guess so. He'd probably know more about what's good here than either of us would, I suppose.

[Naruto likes to think he's used to dealing with people who work in food shops like this, and they tend to take a shine to him. Why shouldn't they? It's people like him to help them earn their money.

There was no need to worry, about the food - or his balance. He catches hold of one of the tables on his way, sliding into the nearest seat and patting the table for her to sit down too.]

Yeah, 'course he'll know what tastes best.

Er, you don't mind though right? You're sure yeah? About the chicken.

[Her lips quirk further as she watches him. Not stopping after the gesture, she neatly seats herself at the seat across the table from him, all poise and patience and good posture.]

If he didn't, I'd wonder why. [You know, because if he wouldn't even eat his own food, that'd be a little concerning.]

[-- She shakes her head.] I am, don't worry. I'm not picky. [Here, have an even warmer smile.] But thank you. You know, for asking.

[He'd already decided he liked her, but the way she held herself reminded him of someone back home, which was nice - really. Sakura always tried to remain calm and composed, until something happened to piss her off, he vaguely wondered if Naminé would be the same.]

Oh.

Well, it's kinda cool that you ain't picky. I hope it tastes good though. I mean, I'm sure it will but-- people like different kindsa stuff sometimes, right?

[You know what?

He's just going to shut up, and lean forward over the table toward her.]

So, what've you been up to?

[He'd have to put a lot of effort into finding out; Naminé's temper is definitely not short. (The actual length of her fuse is a matter of speculation, because so few people have ever managed to find the far end of it.)]

Right. [She seems quite unconcerned, though, smile steady even as she tilts her head slightly.] Don't worry. I'm sure I'll be fine with it.

[She does not lean in, herself, but her shoulders move in a suggestion of a laugh. Such a silly guy.]

Mm-- well, I spent some extra time at the hospital lately. For work. [For work necessitated by something they're probably both rather not talk, which is why she does not elaborate.] ... And I've been doing a little more drawing than usual. How about you?

[He doesn't really want to find out. He has enough friends with a short enough temper, he could do with some with a little more patience.]

Yeah... I mean, it's food right? Can't be that bad?

[It's good to see her smiling, there's that - and it's a quiet reminder that he has other friends here.]

Work, that's good.

I er-- Well, you know I've just been... checking out food or whatever.

What've you been drawin'?

[If she were more aware of his situation with such things, she'd put an actual effort into being patient with him - she has yet to even need it, really, but it would be something she'd think of.]

Right.

[Her response is cheerful enough.]

Besides, there haven't ever been many things I couldn't stand to eat. The statistics are in our favor.

Mmhm. [She'll not suggest the implications of having a lot of work to do at the hospital.]

Oh, good. That... seems to be the point.

The things I normally do. People, things, places, memories - like that. I... suddenly had more room on my walls that I needed to fill again.

[Until such a time when it might be a problem, she didn't need to know.

He flashed another smile at her contentment for their food choices, happy enough in his own decisions.]

I dunno, some stuff tastes kinda gross... vegetables. Some of them. Like, if they're not in something else?

[He doesn't want to ask where this sudden 'room' has come from. Plenty of things have happened recently that he believes no one wants to talk about, and he certainly isn't going to strike up a conversation about it either.]

Oh. Well, you er-- think I could come see 'em some time?

Yeah. I can see what you mean. Or-- taste, I guess. They're... not exactly my favorite, but I don't mind them too much. [She moves her shoulders in a shrug.] I always sort of liked lettuce.

[Probably not for the reasons one might think - if there are any.]

[If he were to wander the network, he might run across an answer. Tearing down her own drawings in a fugue state wasn't exactly as private an affair as she would have liked.]

Of course. [She brightens easily.] Any time you want. We could have lunch some day, and you can look at the drawings afterward. Or before, if you would prefer.

Lettuce? [That's all he picked up on.]

It doesn't really taste of anything does it? It's good in sandwiches? You know, with cheese an' ham an' whatever.

[He'd avoided looking back on the network, actually... For reasons.]

Awesome. I'll come over. Er, you know - maybe some time next week or something?

[Nod!]

No, not really. But I was always glad to get it in a sandwich. It's--....

[... That's a time of her life she's probably better off not bringing up.]

... It was always more about the way it looked, I think. I always appreciated that.

[Probably pretty good reasons.]

Yeah, sure. I have to work some days, but there's plenty of time on the others, if we can find one that works for you.

[It's slightly confusing, to think that someone doesn't want to talk about the reasons why they like something, but it's clear to him that she's holding back.

and he isn't about to push, which is why he waves his hand a little instead.]

Well, when you ain't workin', and I ain't workin' we'll get food and stuff.

[Whether she recognizes it as a conscious thing or not, she smiles a little to have passed that by without interrogation.]

Mmhm!

[Gotta work to pay for the food in the first place, and all.]

I'll really be looking forward to it. Thank you, Naruto.

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