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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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He repeats, mostly to himself,] Preem...?
[Another colorful V term to commit to memory, he supposes; neat. And, ah- he laughs, and a few of his extra eyes open and shut involuntarily - oops. They act up in response to any flare of emotion, good or bad, including laughing at V's abrupt surprise at, well, them.
He shakes his head, no-]
You're right, I do have eyes all over my face. Don't apologize. They can't see clearly enough to know it was you who said something, besides.
[He waves a hand in front of the extra ones on the side of his face - there's a big one on the back of his hand, too, howdy - and none of the eyes seem like they're actually focused on anything. It's a profoundly weird sensation, processing all this extra visual data that is totally fucking useless, but he's enduring.]
Not enough glasses. Anyway, I'm glad you could make it.
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Preem, yeah. Like nova. Or awesome. It's a good thing.
[ Confirmation just to make sure Palamedes doesn't think V is cussing his party out. The opposite; he's having a great time and, despite the weird and concerning things that've happened over the last few weeks, it's a relief to see there's something pleasant to be found. ]
What's uh-- just woke up with the eye situation? It hurt?
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Like 'premium'? [That's kind of cute, as slang terms go? V's world continues to be incredibly colorful and interesting, from Palamedes' point of view.
But hm, his eyes. He holds his hand out in front of him, lips pursed in thought as he looks at the big ol' eyeball boggling back at them from the back of his palm, an even weirder visual processing moment- and he shrugs.]
It doesn't hurt. Well, unless I forget about them and lean on something the wrong way.
[Sometimes, a man forgets he has a hundred extra eyeballs, and life is just like that in this town.]
Viktor thinks they're fascinating; I think they're a bit tedious.
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[ Beaming at the leap in communication - not that V's speaking a whole other language, just colorful NC slang - he drops his arms to his sides and doesn't make it subtle he's staring at that giant hand-eye. ]
Need little visors for all of 'em.
[ Leaning on them in the wrong way definitely seems like it'd feel bad. Like being too rough rubbing an eye. He still remembers actual 'ganic eyes before he had his optics installed. ]
Mmm, Vik seems like the kinda choom who's curious 'bout a lot o' things that make no sense. I get it.
You have those all over, or..?
[ Yeah, of course V in his curiosity knows no bounds state of mind is wondering if the eyes are like pox, or something. No discrimination. ]
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Maybe another time. For now he looks at his hand-eye some more, and it swivels back and forth between his face and V's until it ultimately closes, apparently not interested.]
More or less, [he says, and tugs his sleeves back to show a smattering of more eyes on both forearms. They're not evenly distributed, or even in a kind of pattern; in fact one arm seems to have way more than the other, winding in a lazy arc from elbow to wrist while the other is merely dotted with a few here and there.]
I've been trying to count them, but they keep shifting overnight. Viktor helps. [ahem.] I've been blessed not to have any inconvenient ones, at least.
[Like, butt eyes or something, he means. He can still sit down, if not lean his arms on things.]
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Guess that's somethin'. Reminds me, back when I was a kid, one o' the clan elders always used to tell us she had eyes in the back of her head.
Don't think she'd know what to make of this.
[ Needless to say this isn't remotely close to reality for V. ]
Feels like we gotta be ready for anythin' here.
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I suppose if you never saw them, she was brilliant at subterfuge. Besides telling everyone about it, that is.
[Haha. He grins, then shrugs; who knows! Then he goes a touch more somber, looking out at the rest of the field, thinking about it. Thinking about all of these people, the visual evidence of all the connections he and his have made here, even in such a short time - eyeballs are strange and unsettling, mild even, but, hmm. Other times...]
You're right, though; anything could happen, which is hardly reassuring. But look at this - everyone here came to support each other, even if they said it's for the fireworks.
[Ah, he's going to get sentimental about friendship. Ha...]
Well, if you'll forgive the gross optimism, I've been feeling confident about being ready for anything lately, thanks to the company.