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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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.. the Pthumerians?
[ That might make sense. Some people did say they're often behind stuff that happens here, so Chizuru slowly nods.. ]
Did you talk with any of them? Or interact with them in any other way?
[ The girl seems to have a realisation after she says it. Gently taking the equipment from him, Chizuru writes 'yes' and 'no' on the paper, making it a bit easier for him. ] .. there, if you don't have anything to add, you can just point to an answer now. That should help a little, right..?
[ It's still not ideal, but it didn't exactly look easy for the bird to write out all of that. She's doing her best to help here! ]
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Hop. No, he didn't. He knows better than to bother the gods. Unless, in matters of great urgency. They didn't seem to notice his presence at all.
The signs are actually brilliant. Iskandar steps on the one that says yes. He definitely thinks this is helpful]
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[ Thankfully that's her being able to actually interpret the answers here, rather than her being confused what he means in the first place.
But just the answers themselves are enough to make her think. It's so strange that this would happen to him when he's done nothing wrong. When he hasn't personally offended any of the Pthumerians who seem to be - in their own way - in charge here. It's.. kind of sad, actually. Chizuru feels really bad for this person stuck as a bird for no reason. She can only imagine how scared she'd be in his shoes.. ]
If it's not a punishment, then maybe.. [ .. for what other reason do god-like beings do things in stories? ] Maybe it's supposed to be.. some sort of lesson? Though I think it's a cruel one..
[ Look. She just wants to have said that much! It's not cool to change people into animals against their wishes!! ]
Maybe it's trying to teach you something about being a bird.. but I don't know what. What could you learn from being one..? [ It's partially her asking him, but also just wondering out loud to herself. Chizuru knows she's not that smart, so she has to try and think extra hard to figure this one out. ]
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To Iskandar, speaking, freely sharing your thoughts and ideas are the best ways to connect with people. So maybe there's more importance in the fact, that he got turned into a very particular type of bird. Not any bird, but Zeus' favourite, an eagle. So what is in that eagle is so special, it could serve as a lesson to him? Other than being quite the convenient form for kidnapping pretty boys to serve you.
Iskandar chuckles, even if it comes as a bird squawk, he doesn't mind. Well, when it comes to getting pretty boys serve him, he didn't need to be an eagle to succeed at that. Besides, he'd have trouble lifting Waver now that his boy is a centaur.]
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It takes a moment for her to try and interpret it, since there is quite a distinct tone to the squawk, but it's something she can't instantly place. After all, it's hard to imagine human sounds in bird tones, after all.
But then she seems to grasp it after a moment. Her eyes go a little wider with slight surprise. ]
Wait, did you laugh..?
[ Did he realise something? Or is something else going on?
Chizuru thinks it is - at the very least - a good thing that he doesn't sound bothered, despite being stuck in that form. Being able to still laugh is a good thing in that case. ]
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Unless, he gets angry. That's another thing altogether.
Oh...
There are actually several things he does regret in his life. Things he tries not to think about, never really faced what he did then, and sure as the Sun and sky above, he'll never want to talk about them. Are the gods here trying to force him?]
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While she lets the bird think to itself for a moment, she herself steps closer, reaching out a gentle hand to carefully pet the bird's head a little. ]
I'm glad you can still laugh..
[ You know, despite the bird's situation not exactly being great. ]
Even though you can't talk, or do some other stuff that would be easy if you were human.. You're still laughing. That's pretty amazing. [ It's a sentiment the girl seems to mean, with a small smile on her face. ]
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As much as this form is annoying, no, endlessly frustrating for limiting his ability to express himself - something he has always taken for granted - he finds his ways.
Come to think about it, birds can be pretty expressive in their own way.
It doesn't mean he wouldn't want to be back in his own body. For more reasons than being able to talk to people.]