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

[tonsofpun]

Oh, here we go.

[Ellie would point out that John gave her bullets for Christmas, buuuut she can already sense where this is going to end up, and so far? Ellie's just let people be on their own when it comes to dealing with Riley.

It's more fun that way.]

[everysecond]

Depends. How old do you think I am? Maybe I'm just very undeveloped.

[She holds the cup with both hands, pouts her lip, and bats her eyes then uses a very sad voice.]

Doctor, it was hard to get good food growing up.

[hadbadays]

It's not here, though.

[ It's not like he's furious, but. Honestly.

And he sends Ellie a quick look because, really, some support would be appreciated. Not that it surprises him that she just comes with that comment. ]

[tonsofpun]

[Behind John, Ellie is trying very hard not to laugh, and the expression is obvious. She tries to smooth it away when John looks at her, unsuccessfully, and rubs the back of her neck.]

Don't look at me. I can't control her any more than you can Sherlock. I just follow her and mutter under my breath a lot.

[everysecond]

You so join in the fun and you know it, girl.

[She holds her drink out to Ellie.]

Want some?

[hadbadays]

Oi.

[ Giving Riley a Look. ]

[tonsofpun]

Thanks, but no thanks.

[Ellie laughs, and elbows John.]

Lighten up a little. I know you've gotta be the Responsible Adult, but you gave me bullets for Christmas.

[everysecond]

Responsible Adult? Boring. Besides, I've had alcohol since I was like...ten or something.

[So there.]

[hadbadays]

[ He had a very good retort for Ellie, but then--

He's so shocked he even leans back some. ]

Ten? Jesus Christ.

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie tilts her head at John this time, a little shocked over how rattled he is over this. Even if she isn't overly fond of alcohol herself (or people who get stupid about it) it seems like a disproportionate amount of worrying.]

Man. All the shit we've done and it's the drinking you're hung up about?

[... and sadly, Ellie knows Riley's done much, much worse than have a couple of beers before the age of ten.]

[everysecond]

Drinking is really fucking mild in comparison.

[Killing Infected, being infected, her parents, the Fireflies... Yeah, Riley knows that drinking is way down on the list of things a kid should not be doing.]

[hadbadays]

I'm going to take a gamble and say that was for survival - like the bullets.

[ He points at Ellie. Yeah, he didn't forget that. ]

Not so sure alcohol fits in there.

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie gives a big old shrug in response. Is he really going to fight about this?]

If you can stop her, be my guest.

[everysecond]

[She's totally going to take a nice long drink of that beverage, thank you. Then she clears her throat before looking dead serious and starts quoting from a comic book she read once.]

If you'd seen the shit I've seen, you'd wanna have a drink too. Nothing like a stiff drink to make the mind fuzz up a bit.

[And she scratches her chin just like the character did in the scene. This isn't even why she drinks though. She's just being...Riley.]

[hadbadays]

[ He folds his arms again. Gives Riley a meaning look. That sure does sound like something you put in a movie. It just paints the image of a world-weary, middle-aged man at a bar, spilling his heart out to the bartender.

And John just sighs.

Aaand looking at Ellie again. ]

So basically she's your Sherlock?

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie recognizes the scene and tries not to laugh aloud at John considering her carefully, but the minute John compares her to Sherlock, Ellie loses it.]

... I wouldn't go that far-

[everysecond]

[Watch her not direct her next question to the guy. Nope, straight to Ellie.]

Do I want be like Sherlock?

[hadbadays]

[ He raises his hands. ]

You said it, not me.

[ Well. Sort of. Close enough. ]

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie keeps cracking up.]

She's not like Sherlock, but yeah, she's basically my Sherlock.

[everysecond]

[She shrugs and gets the drink down to that last swallow before she offers it to Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud.]

Want some?

[Hey, if he takes it from her then she's not really losing anything.]

[hadbadays]

[ He takes it mostly because it means getting it out of Riley's hands, even if she's practically already finished it. ]

You don't really want to be Sherlock.

[tonsofpun]

Oh shit, John, that's mean-

[Ellie stifles a laugh, shaking her head.]

Sherlock's not that bad.

[She immediately pulls a face, arches one shoulder.] Not that bad.

[everysecond]

At this rate you guys make him sound like a cool guy. You know that, right?

[hadbadays]

[ He snorts. ]

In a way he is. Depends how you look at it. You might get along.

[tonsofpun]

He is something. Probably the smartest guy I've ever met, actually. He broke into the Sigyn house and scared the crap out of me my first day.

I almost stabbed him, and he told me to get new clothes.