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

[sadandsingle]

[Tosh appears to be rather unimpressed by all of this; she simply rolls her eyes at him.]

Then why speak to me in the first place? Obviously you must want something of me.

[standsonhigh]

Because you're a neat little stepping stone to what I actually want?

Though it doesn't have to be that way, you know? I read your files back in our universe, I know quite a bit about Torchwood and it's operatives. [He doesn't know loads, he only really skimmed the files, but at one point he was basically in charge of their finances so he had to pretend to be interested a least.] You're admittedly rather advanced. For a human.

[sadandsingle]

Oh, well, I'm honoured.

[Judging by the sarcasm in her voice, she isn't. At all.]

But what you want is Jack, so I'm afraid we're always going to be on opposing sides.

[Tosh's loyalty to Jack is one of the few constants in her life. He saved her, he believed in her, and so she'll do whatever she can for him.]

[standsonhigh]

I don't want Jack, don't be silly. The freak is of little interest to me. No, no, no, I have bigger and better ambitions than one Captain.

[Jack was also a stepping stone, just a bigger one that was more amusing to jump all over.]

But whatever happens, you can't say I didn't offer better. And at least I can sleep at night knowing that.

[And, smiling playfully, he shakes his head and looks back at the bonfire in front of them.] Tell me, Tosh, was I ever lucky enough to earn myself a vote from your heroic gang of misfits? Or are you apolitical on a whole?

[sadandsingle]

As you might recall, we were all on our way to Tibet during the elections, so voting for you would have been rather difficult.

[Jack's told them that their wild goose chase was all the Master's fault - as was the avalanche they'd ended up buried under.

Of course, what she's not mentioning is that she would have voted for him if she'd been in the country at the time. But she's just going to blame that on the brainwashing.]

[standsonhigh]

[It took him a few moments to connect the dots before he couldn't help his laughter seeping out. Oh yes, that stupid little mission he'd insisted they do, now that was inspired. Should of let them stick around to at least vote.]

I forgot that! Oh that was wonderful, wasn't it? Did you ever find -- whatever the hell it was I sent you there for?

[It was a busy year, he'd forgotten the trivial things. Like Torchwood.]

[sadandsingle]

Oh, yes, it was wonderful nearly dying under several tonnes of snow.

[Note her lineface right now. Yeah, she's still kind of put out about the whole thing.]

There wasn't anything, as I'm sure you know perfectly well.

[Except for the jack in the box which had triggered the avalanche. Which, of course, looked like Jack. Thanks, Master.]