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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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Iskandar hopes this great tool truly is more wide-spread, since hopping twice in place doesn't seem to be a universal signifier for no.]
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Oh. Is that morse code?
[ Not even thrown off that a bird would know morse code. One of his classmates can talk to animals, so really, this isn't all that out of the ordinary for him. ]
Can you do it again? I missed the beginning.
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I am not a hawk. I just got turned into an eagle by the strange magic of this place.
[It really pains him he has to be so curt in his expression. This is not a way to properly introduce oneself to someone, but he does what he has to do. As incredible this Morse code is, it takes so much time to say anything. He hopes there's some magic that would make it possible to speak as he usually does.]
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You should work on your morse code.
Maybe they teach a class at the school?
Kizu sends a noncommital answer through their bond and Shouto flicks his mismatched eyes to the bird. ]
How long have you been like this? [ More importantly: ] Shouldn't your omen be communicating for you?
[ Given his current condition. Not that he has much of a leg to stand on considering Kizu does as she wants when she wants. ]
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A few days, but it's been a gruelling few days.
[You lazy cat monster ... Bucephalus is such a polite and well-behaved lady! You could learn a lot from her!
Iskandar can only growl in his own mind. Not that his having much reaction for his insult from the offended party. Far from it. Can cats do the smuggest grin in the whole of existence? You bet they can. The incorporeal cats can do it even better.
It comes as a faint glimmer in the air because Iskandar's omen doesn't bend to anyone's wishes other than its own. It's a cat, after all. Most importantly, it's Iskandar's cat. For all his praise for his battle mare, she is a temperamental beast. So no wonder his omen would be very much like that too. So he doesn't deign to show in its full form. Just an after-image of a proud, golden lion, the kind you see on statues more than in real life, and a suggestion of equally incorporeal chuckle.]
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He steps forward, caught by the mirage, and reaches out to touch the spot. His fingers glide against air, capturing nothing but the faint shimmer of what once was. ]
Is that... your omen?
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[Iskandar finds it pretty fitting that his omen here is a golden lion. Proud, tall, with magnificent mane. It reminded him, the statues his father had ordered after the victory at Cheronea, the first time he saw it.
But it's also a cat, and a such it has its whims. Right now, that whim is being unhelpful. Iskandar can't shake the feeling that his whole bird situation is endlessly amusing to the wretched creature.]
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Cat? She looked like a lion.
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Lions are cats, aren't they? So are tigers and panthers.
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[ His omen can be a fickle creature. ]
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[Does Iskandar's omen has an opinion on anything that's not funny, new or shiny? No. Opinions take too much effort. Why bother having an opinion when you can sleep? Chrysokomes might look like a proud lion, and he is a proud lion, but he is also the true hedonist here.]