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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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.. well, technically only barely not, and she would definitely would have been considered an adult for a long time already in the kind of society she comes from. Still, she's very short for her age and has a bit of a baby face, so it's pretty easy to mistake her for someone who's years younger than she really is.
And the fact that she's been staring slack-jawed at everyone who got a glow wand from Waver and has been using it probably doesn't help. She seems just a little too amazed by something so relatively simple.
That amazement is still visible in her eyes by the time she moved towards the other, her eyes close to sparkling. ]
Sir..! I.. um, if it's not too much to ask, could I maybe have one of those things you have been handing out as well? They look..
[ Her voice trails off, but it seems to be since she has a hard time even putting into word how amazing those things are to her.
She's from a pre-industrial revolution society, okay. ]
They look marvellous!
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No matter their age, no matter their origin, everyone deserved a chance.
Reaching into his bag, Waver pulled out a handful and passed them over to her.]
You can take more than just one, [He said with obvious fondness.] Take as many as you like. I went overboard with making them last month to practice making something useful here, and there's too many for me to keep.
Do you need a little help figuring it out?
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Thank you! [ Were it anyone else, those words might almost sound exaggerated in their enthusiasm. But Chizuru - she means them. Even though handing her this stuff might be a small gesture in the greater scale of things, Chizuru just truly seems to appreciate it that much.
It's not like she's ever really gotten a lot of things from other people before, after all. ]
If it's not too much to ask for, then.. yes, I do think I need a bit of help. [ That, in turn, is admitted a little more sheepishly though. ] I've never seen anything like this before, let alone used one.. It's not too difficult, is it?
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[With that he pulled out one of the glass vials and explained to her the parts-- the stopper that he had secured onto the tube to plug it shut and the thin dividing seal between the two liquid suspensions within. A twist of the stopper and a sharp shake, as he demonstrated, was enough to get the chemical reaction within started.]
It's a little bit of basic chemistry combined with a little blood magic, [he explained.] You should be fine if it breaks, just wash off your hands afterwards and make sure none of it gets in your eyes or mouth.
There's a cleaning solution in there. It will hurt if you do.
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Of course.. I'll make sure to be careful.
[ That, too, is something Chizuru can do very well. Congratulations on handing these to an actually responsible person, Waver. ]
It's amazing though. [ She glances down at the thing, and then back up to Waver's face. ] You speak of it like it's such a simple thing, but to me it really seems like something no one could have ever thought of.. You must be someone truly impressive for that.
[ Granted, Chizuru's standard for 'impressive' is not.. very high. She's an easily impressed girl.
But despite that fact, she means every word she's saying here. Very genuinely so. Chizuru doesn't do empty flattery, only the very much meant kind. ]
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He didn't deserve her earnest praise. Not really.]
Of course, [He said, trailing.]
Miss. What did you say your name was again?
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[ Thankfully she doesn't seem to hesitate in the slightest to give her name to others here. If anything, something about the meekness that surrounded the girl a few moments ago seems to be fading at the edges, like she's - if not momentarily - feeling more comfortable now. ]
It's Chizuru Yukimura, sir. [ She briefly bows, but is quick to move back up so she can look at him. ] It's a pleasure to meet you. Especially since I'm really no one special, but that makes meeting amazing people like you here feel all the more of a lucky opportunity..!
[ Sorry, Waver.
No fluster is going to make you lose this status now in Chizuru's eyes, apparently. ]
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He's not prepared to bear the ultimate responsibility of being the one to teach this delightful girl not to place strangers on pedestals so easily. Being neither powerful nor talented, and armed only with his wits... he knew he needed to end this quickly.]
I'm Mackenzie. A teacher. [A beat. For a second, he realized that 'Mr. Mackenzie' sounded so much better than 'Mr. Velvet', and it felt better to use amidst the strangers of Trench. Quickly, he added:]
I'm really no one special, either. I just know how to use the tools that I have on hand-- the same as you, when you accomplish something you're skilled at.
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No, the only thing she can't help but push back against a little is just-- ]
Well.. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I'm pretty sure I couldn't do what you can, even if I had the right tools for it.. [ .. granted, part of that is just Chizuru always severely underestimating herself, but she can't help it. Insecurity is one heck of a demon to tango with. ] So even if it might not be special to you, it is very special to me. And that still counts, doesn't it..?
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There's likely something that I could say the same thing about with you, [He said mildly.] Even if you don't see it like that, someone else will. Don't sell yourself short like that.
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[ To be fair, the girl does seem to be contemplating those words for a moment here. But no matter how much she thinks about it, no matter how many times she turns it back and forth inside of her mind..
She truly can't imagine what sort of person would say that about her. What can she do that would be special to someone else? To anyone?
Despite that, she tries to smile at Waver, despite it obviously being awkward. ]
.. thank you for saying that.
[ Yeah, that's definitely the Default Polite Answer despite her not believing it. ]
I haven't even found out yet what special things I can do though in a place like this, where everyone seems to be able to do something special.. [ Someone told her it's the powers their blood give them, but Chizuru hasn't noticed anything out of the ordinary yet. ]
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[It was the simplest avenue to go in offering suggestions to the girl, if that was what she wanted. Blood types did indeed seem to influence the kinds of abilities people gained in Trench. However...]
Besides life here, what kind of things did your friends look to you for back in your home? Did you bake? Could you draw? Were you able to find your way home no matter where you were at?
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Chizuru thinks of the men of the Shinsengumi, the only real friendly relationships she's ever had back home, and even then those sure had a rough start. What did they look to her for? .. nothing, really, right? They always protected her. They tried to cheer her up in their own ways.
The more she thinks about it, the less she feels like she was ever able to do for them in return..
The girl goes suspiciously quiet, and she ends up hanging her head. For a moment it looks like Chizuru is actually about to cry, but she bites her lower lip, determined to not cry in front of a stranger. It'd be like pushing the burden onto poor Waver. ]
I'm.. not sure, sir. [ She instead says, quietly.
But she doesn't only want to leave him with that uncertain answer to his last question. Not when she does have a certain one for his first. ]
But when it comes to my blood, it seems that I'm a paleblood.
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At least, he could provide his students a chance at having an education that was at least as good as what he had]
If you ever see them, you should ask them. Maybe they'll say something.
[Who was he to assume anything?]
A paleblood, though? I've heard stories about how impressive the magics that palebloods use can be. There are plenty in town, too. Perhaps, one of them could teach you?
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[ It's not that Chizuru doesn't believe in the inherent goodness of people. She does - so dearly.
But it's always so much harder when she tries to apply that to herself. When she tries to imagine someone wanting to help her out for no particular reason, or nothing in return. When someone would help her out, just because they want to help her out.
Hence why she gives him such an uncertain look as she asks Waver that. ]
I can imagine it might be inconvenient to teach someone with so little experience. Or maybe people would get impatient or annoyed by it.. [ And Chizuru would never want to be a burden to anyone like that. ]