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deercountry2022-05-09 07:11 pm
megatheorem) wrote in deercountry2022-05-09 07:11 pm
Entry tags:
- adaine: kai,
- allen walker: sleight,
- anna amarande: celene,
- chizuru yukimura: jelle,
- gideon nav: floral,
- iskandar: ran,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- l lawliet: lexil,
- ortus nigenad: beth,
- palamedes sextus: laura,
- paul atreides: beth,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- shouto todoroki: blythe,
- shōyō hinata: owlie,
- v (nomad): aj,
- viktor: hal,
- waver velvet: basil
closedish to cool guys having chill day
Who: a bunch of funky friends invited by Viktor and Palamedes*
What: Having a Party in a field with Fireworks
When: the second week-ish in May
Where: (the field outside of) Pal and Viktor's bunker in Gaze
Content Warnings: alcohol and teens drinking it, irresponsible use of explosives, see threads for anything else that comes up
*If you have friendly CR with Palamedes please feel free to handwave that he mentioned this happening, also if your character has CR with a Pal Friend (a pal^2) who would invite them along, he's broadly allowing this. It's not a formal affair in the slightest lmaooo
--
afternoon/evening.
Earlier in the morning on the day of The Fireworks Field Party (tm), Palamedes makes sure to send a quick location ping to anyone who's never been to the Sixth bunker (also tm) before, because it is, indeed, just in a field somewhere in Gaze. The treeline is comfortably distant from the door to said bunker, which is the only real indication anything is out here besides a few "big rocks" that he names, in his message, as landmarks.
As an afterthought, he has set up a little trail of mason jars containing glowing mushrooms to lead the way to The Field, helpfully. The Field is what it sounds like: a dang field, just slightly ominous in the Gaze fashion, although besides the usual somebody's-watching feeling, it's grassy and spacious for kitschy lawn games. Among the things Palamedes has provided (upon recommendation of a shopkeeper, so like, do not perceive his choices, they were made for him) include:
1. Just a load of blankets, big cozy ones dutifully spread out for chilling on, on the ground.
2. Throwing game Crossbones, definitely chosen because of the bones (they are wooden sticks), and just kind of left sitting there waiting because your host does not know how to play physical games.
3. beanbag horseshoes because it rocks
4. Just, like, a specific blanket that has pencils and blank paper sitting on it... This is a free station, no one will question what art happens here.
Harrow has also provided bone chairs for alternate seating, which are precisely what they sound like.
Eventually, the field will also feature a snack table, which is a community effort, and a booze table, which is slightly supervised in the way that your esteemed host(s) will not permit booze and cherry bombs at the same time.
And, because it's an open field in Trench, there is also a table where emergency incense is waiting. Wandering too far from the space immediately around the bunker (which, it's a big space, you'd have to go far) will eventually lead you to blood wards on the ground, on the trunks of a few trees, etc. Don't touch these. Don't be gross.
the fucken fireworks.
It's fireworks. Once it's dark, there are even more glowing mushroom jars and homemade alchemy glowsticks from Waver to be passed around, somehow, and at least some of the little beanbags glow in the dark, ooh!! Viktor has provided cherry bombs to be used with at least a little caution, for god's sake. There are also some slightly larger fireworks in much shorter supply, from a shop, that will be closely guarded until someone with pyrotechnics talent convinces Palamedes they deserve one. Godspeed.
Broadly: this is a fireworks party (tm) for individual wee ones you can throw around on your own, with only a brief smattering of the big ones that light up the whole sky above the field. It's a chill time for cool buds, fire safety is encouraged, so is vibing on the blankets and enjoying a nice evening.
At various times, local dope musician Anna Amarande will be providing some light musical entertainment, for vibes.
the bunker i guess.
The party is not in here, but for reference:
-it's locked via numpad and neither of these stickbug nerds are giving out the code but they'll open the door if asked... you don't have to leave the place to go to the bathroom lmf
-it's a bunker. it's one room and a bathroom in the back. it's full of disorganized nerd stuff and an oversized moon orb and pal's mean omen, rocky the cool rat (harpy eagle), who will aggressively flap at anyone with sticky fingers until they leave
-the code is 69420 so if you're super funny like gideon you COULD guess it
What: Having a Party in a field with Fireworks
When: the second week-ish in May
Where: (the field outside of) Pal and Viktor's bunker in Gaze
Content Warnings: alcohol and teens drinking it, irresponsible use of explosives, see threads for anything else that comes up
*If you have friendly CR with Palamedes please feel free to handwave that he mentioned this happening, also if your character has CR with a Pal Friend (a pal^2) who would invite them along, he's broadly allowing this. It's not a formal affair in the slightest lmaooo
--
afternoon/evening.
Earlier in the morning on the day of The Fireworks Field Party (tm), Palamedes makes sure to send a quick location ping to anyone who's never been to the Sixth bunker (also tm) before, because it is, indeed, just in a field somewhere in Gaze. The treeline is comfortably distant from the door to said bunker, which is the only real indication anything is out here besides a few "big rocks" that he names, in his message, as landmarks.
As an afterthought, he has set up a little trail of mason jars containing glowing mushrooms to lead the way to The Field, helpfully. The Field is what it sounds like: a dang field, just slightly ominous in the Gaze fashion, although besides the usual somebody's-watching feeling, it's grassy and spacious for kitschy lawn games. Among the things Palamedes has provided (upon recommendation of a shopkeeper, so like, do not perceive his choices, they were made for him) include:
1. Just a load of blankets, big cozy ones dutifully spread out for chilling on, on the ground.
2. Throwing game Crossbones, definitely chosen because of the bones (they are wooden sticks), and just kind of left sitting there waiting because your host does not know how to play physical games.
3. beanbag horseshoes because it rocks
4. Just, like, a specific blanket that has pencils and blank paper sitting on it... This is a free station, no one will question what art happens here.
Harrow has also provided bone chairs for alternate seating, which are precisely what they sound like.
Eventually, the field will also feature a snack table, which is a community effort, and a booze table, which is slightly supervised in the way that your esteemed host(s) will not permit booze and cherry bombs at the same time.
And, because it's an open field in Trench, there is also a table where emergency incense is waiting. Wandering too far from the space immediately around the bunker (which, it's a big space, you'd have to go far) will eventually lead you to blood wards on the ground, on the trunks of a few trees, etc. Don't touch these. Don't be gross.
the fucken fireworks.
It's fireworks. Once it's dark, there are even more glowing mushroom jars and homemade alchemy glowsticks from Waver to be passed around, somehow, and at least some of the little beanbags glow in the dark, ooh!! Viktor has provided cherry bombs to be used with at least a little caution, for god's sake. There are also some slightly larger fireworks in much shorter supply, from a shop, that will be closely guarded until someone with pyrotechnics talent convinces Palamedes they deserve one. Godspeed.
Broadly: this is a fireworks party (tm) for individual wee ones you can throw around on your own, with only a brief smattering of the big ones that light up the whole sky above the field. It's a chill time for cool buds, fire safety is encouraged, so is vibing on the blankets and enjoying a nice evening.
At various times, local dope musician Anna Amarande will be providing some light musical entertainment, for vibes.
the bunker i guess.
The party is not in here, but for reference:
-it's locked via numpad and neither of these stickbug nerds are giving out the code but they'll open the door if asked... you don't have to leave the place to go to the bathroom lmf
-it's a bunker. it's one room and a bathroom in the back. it's full of disorganized nerd stuff and an oversized moon orb and pal's mean omen, rocky the cool rat (harpy eagle), who will aggressively flap at anyone with sticky fingers until they leave
-the code is 69420 so if you're super funny like gideon you COULD guess it
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[oh, he instantly snorts to hear that- yup, knows the feeling of lacking a family line to pave the way.]
Ah, it would be too much to be judged on one's own merits. It might prove that perhaps the elite aren't quite as elite as they wish everyone to believe.
[dry as hell.] Which is to say I know the feeling. Moving through the Academy without family name or patronage was a pointlessly complicated endeavor. But tell me, what makes an alchemist in your world? [another word for a chemist? alchemy in the more magical sense?]
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[He was frowning irritably at the memory. No matter how hard he worked, there were still odd moments he sounded like a working-class guy from the shores of the Thames just outside London. Classism was real, even in his timeline. ]
During my last year of school, I actually wrote my thesis on the possibilities and applications of Magecraft in the modern era. They just laughed it off, because my core point was that Magecraft didn't need to be limited to bloodlines and familial legacies.
[A shrug. It was still a sour memory, but it was what catalyzed so many of his decisions from that time that still affected his life. Dropping out to run across the world to fight against other mages and spell casters was of them.]
I guess they didn't like the idea of modern science and analysis taking away the inherent mystery of it all. Not that the workings we can accomplish is even a fraction of the magic from ancient times.
Alchemy is one example. Modern chemistry peeled away layers of the mysteries and made them mundane. Fact without the folklore and history is just numbers on a page-- without character.
I suppose that's the difference.
no subject
[dry. but he's going to listen intently to that- ah, another thing they have in common, the scientific pursuit of the magical. he turns fully to him now, engaged in this discussion more than the wards which impressive, those are pretty distracting.]
My research partner was nearly exiled for arguing similar, or at least for trying to push work into unravelling the arcane through technology rather than simply at the hands of mages.
Bah, 'inherent mystery.' Investigation and understanding are not weapons against the topic they are turned on, I have always greatly disliked that concept.
I do hope you continued your research despite this setback.
no subject
[He cut himself off from dropping unneeded profanity in front of a new contact with a disgruntled sigh and shake of his head. Waver had strong opinions on tradition, classism, and the general closed-minded nature of the Mage's Association, but he also recognized that he chose this life.
Had different choices been made, he probably could have been even more like this curious man stooped over the blood wards.]
It's a shame about your partner, but it sounds like he found a better path when he teamed up with you. I... didn't have a similar option for continuing that work, but I chose to teach the kids growing up with the arcane in the modern era instead.
For the record: I fully agree with you, and I'm hoping my students learn to be open to new concepts like those of us born on the outside are.
no subject
he waves a hand.] Once they realized it could make them profit he was lauded a hero. Incredible how quickly moral outrage can shift with the right incentive.[dry but also a touch bitter, deep down.
teaching though, that's better.] Oh, that's an excellent alternative. What have you settled on here in the Trench? [maybe more teaching? maybe research? it's a wild shift, adjusting here.]
no subject
[It had been as dark as the deepest of nights all month, and Waver had used that time to simply build connections. He knew in his gut that surviving alone in a strange world was nigh impossible, and he wanted to remedy that as soon as he could.]
I've been reading and researching, learning the basics of blood magic.
... Well. That, and Palamedes expressed interest in learning some alchemy.
no subject
[and yeah, that sounds like pal.] Understandably, it sounds like it could be particularly useful in this world and with his work. He is a quick learner. [very fond, can't help it.]
no subject
[Waver smiled warmly, clearly fond of the bespectacled nerd who only knew how to wear gray. Although he had about a decade on Palamedes in years, he knew when someone was cut from the same cloth that he was.
It was nice to meet a colleague every once in a while.]
My blood is... oddly, green. That makes me a Vileblood by the local standards, and I've verified this fact myself by testing out a few limits.
All I can tell you is that drinking hydrogen peroxide was duller than you would think it would be.
[It was tasteless and hardly bubbled at all. He needed to find more interesting liquids to sample.]
Comparing notes sounds like a fine idea. I don't doubt that we have different standards we're basing our analyses on, so having a different view will definitely be helpful even if we come to the same conclusion.
no subject
[at least he has a Lot of it. he has you covered if you want to know about weird paleblood things. not as weird as drinking hydrogen peroxide- ok maybe as weird, but that one really does make his brow raise.]
I see, so vilebloods are able to consume such things? I am not entirely sure if that is a perk or not.
no subject
[The entire genre of vampire-like fiction published in Trench seemed to center around Vilebloods that had succumbed to at least partial corruption. The epistolary about Joshua Harper's adventures with a mysterious Duke in a foreign castle seemed pretty definitive of the whole of the genre.]
And... I admit, I didn't intend on drinking the hydrogen peroxide. Have you ever heard stories about artists needing to label their cups to tell the difference between the one they're drinking from and the one they rinse their brushes with?
It was a situation like that. I believed I was drinking water until the fizz startled me so much that I swallowed. By accident.