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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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Mismatched eyes shift up when Grey's Sleeper formally introduces himself. The title gets a momentary pause before the familiar name of Waver settles back in. "Mackenzie." An odd name that doesn't seem to fit him, a thought plain to his see in the way his brows knit together. His temple smoothes when he asks about his name and he sobers up, eyes losing some of their hopeful brightness.
"Shouto." He answers frankly. "Shouto's my Hero name."
It forced the media to refer to him by his given name. Shouto, not Todoroki. A name that was easily linked to his father, the famous number one hero in Japan. Shouto wanted to be known for his own accomplishments, not his father's.
A little more reserved in his demeanor, he nods faintly at the comparison. "Those are my classmates." Said with a kind of certainty that comes with experience. He's been in Trench long enough to catch on that the title of 'Hero' seems to be unique to his world. "I don't go to school here." He continues, answering honestly. "I hang out with my friends on occasion." Less than they did when they lived in the dorms. A sobering thought, one he doesn't have a chance to linger on when he feels something small and soft rub against his leg.
His thoughts trail off as he blinks down at Grey. He's warmer on his left side where the omen rubs nudges against his leg. The movement throws him off-kilter and he grows warmer by a few degrees, unable to contain the little burst of shock and fascination.
"Are you... doing that?" His pulse picks up, afraid to move for fear of scaring her off.
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And yet there Gray was, telegraphing his own sentimentality and soft nature underneath the stern, lordly manner he worked hard to cultivate. It was rude to be so affectionate so quickly, but for a person who grew up orphaned and along it was hard not to.
In truth, Waver saw reflections of his students in the boy-- and of himself. Although he had been more mouthy in his youth, he also spent it working hard to the point of it being a detriment. He had only wanted to be seen as he was... A goal which, even with his lordly title, he had yet to achieve.
"Shouto, then." He began. "That's a bold move, using your given name in what sounds like a media circus. It can't be easy-- life there or here-- and it's a shame."
No one should have to waste their youth trying to reach a goal that the world forced upon them by circumstances.
"You just want people to see you, right? You can have that, here... But spending time working when you should be learning and growing isn't going to help with that."
He knew from experience, and it took a series of traumas in his twentieth year to realize his folly... Too late to do anything about it.
"'Hero' is a lofty title to aspire too, but even young heroes need a break and need someone to talk to. Have you been giving yourself those chances? Do you have someone who will lend an ear?"
1/2
"I'm just Shouto."
The name his mother called him. Todoroki is what the media used labeling him as Endeavor's son at every turn making it almost impossible to remove himself from his father's shadow, a sentiment that's all too easily gleaned by someone who once walked in his shoes not that Shouto knows that.
His eyes flick up to Waver, hesitant and a little skittish with being called out so easily. He stills, pulse racing in his throat, and swallows the nerves to meet his eyes. No words are exchanged only a clear line of sight and a firm acknowledgment in the form of a nod. Yes.
2/2
"It's a title you earn, not one you're given." Blunt and to the point. He's back to careful neutrality, his eyes losing any form of spark they held before. "I have my friends. One who is currently waiting for me." He raises the four glowsticks. "I'll tell Allen these are from you." And without another word, turns on his heels and heads back outside.
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He sighed, and exchanged a look with Gray once more.
"Looks like I pushed too hard, hm? I should've known. These kids aren't the ones my fellows at the Clock Tower gave up on."
No matter how much they resembled the kids he knew, he needed to keep clear sight of his boundaries.