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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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I will have to learn this myth soon, I know he mentioned the pthumerian Argonaut is also an oddly fitting name for it. [one day he'll get the full jason and the argonauts story.]
I've found the Trench always finds something to dig out, one way or another. Though hopefully this is merely a timed event. [he sighs.] When I first came here they forced us to face insecurities in order to escape a catacomb. It was incredibly irritating.
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Thank you! It will be immensely useful.
[Careful there, Victor, you've just met someone who won't shut up about stories from his country if only given a chance.]
Oh, it does! The Argonaut, I mean. And it has a connection to Jason too.
[He tilts his head as he considers his options. The Morse Code is a great boon, but it's still severely lacking in expression and speed for long form storytelling.]
It would be a great pleasure for me to tell you this story. When I'll in a form more suitable for recounting such grand tales.
[The expression part is important. Back to self-reflection though. For all his self-assuredness about not having much to think about, Iskandar is aware that his former mentor would have a lot to say on the subject. He's just usually disagreed with his criticism of his perceived flaws.]
A catacomb? Who it belonged to?
[Sorry, but that sounds like fun to him.]
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morse code is sadly not great for this though. he can't even tap it with proper drama.] I would enjoy that, I can finally poke fun at him for all these references. I admit I also find the legends of other worlds fascinating.
Hm, I wonder if you and Jason are from a similar world, if you both know these tales. [interesting. he'd have to check up on that one day, or at least muse over the odd similarities between some worlds.]
I am not sure, they were vast and ancient. Full of traps and odd illusions, things of that nature, though little fighting at least. I'd rather deal with the odd riddle than skeletons. [again. funnily enough those happened when he was hanging out with ares' demigod daughter so the myths are everywhere.]
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[If his time at Chaldea has taught Iskandar anything, it's that stranger things has happened. The sheer number of Heroic Spirits that the Chaldeans were able to summon accounted for some truly wild tales.]
He might be, or one related to mine that share some of our history.
[Sorry, Victor, you just made is sound more fun not less by mentioning there was fighting there. Getting lost doesn't sound fun, bashing skeletons does.]
Oho! I wouldn't have minded both! It's good to exercise both your mind and your body, and there's no better exercise for the body than combat. Or running.
[The moment he says the words, Iskandar regrets that he did. He got carried away by his enthusiasm for finally being able to have a conversation. In his enthusiasm he has forgotten the man he speaks with most likely has a cane for a reason. And a man with a cane usually does not run too well. No matter how much he would like to.]
Do forgive me. That was terribly callous of me.
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so far, at least. at least is isn't as much of an outlier as the space necromancers.
those comments then that apology make viktor bark a short laugh despite himself, cutting it off with a hand and a shake of his head, genuine amusement in his tone.] Ha, no, it's quite alright. I'm afraid I've never been able to run myself, but I've been told it can be enjoyable. I would think more so when not running from skeletons.
[frankly his realization of the accidental callousness and willingness to apologize bumps him up a bit in viktor's book. not many people bothered, truthfully.] Do not worry, you will have plenty of chance for both. Actually, if you like puzzles and riddles perhaps you can help me. My partner's birthday is coming up and I'm making a puzzle box to put his gift in, I would appreciate someone to look it over when I'm done.
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[Iskandar doesn't have much patience for riddles on their own. He prefers poetry and philosophy as exercises for the mind. Puzzle makers though are a completely different matter. He loves people who are able to create clever inventions. He had his own engineering unit in his army, and defended it against ridicule. That they proved immensely useful in sieges and against hostile and nigh impassable terrain later only proved his point.]
I cannot promise I will be able to solve it, but I'd love to have a look.
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[amused. a puzzle box is just not practical, even if it's pretty cool.]
I appreciate the help. Hopefully you will be back to your true form sooner rather than later. I cannot imagine how frustrating it is to lose use of your hands.
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[Iskandar is a great proponent of enjoying life's many pleasures. The hard times will come anyway, so it is wasteful not to enjoy what can be enjoyed in the moment.]
A gift is an expression of intention. It needs not to be practical. It may, but more important is that it reflects the thought and care that went to it. That it is tailored to the person of the gifted, their tastes and likes. If it does, it means more than mere practicality.
[Trust him, he's an expert on that.]
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[so a puzzle box. still he nods, and thinks this is probably not another teenager. iskander has the sort of wisdom he'd expect from someone older, which honestly? refreshing. a lot of younger people here he's only met a handful of people around his age, thirty and older.]
It is my hope that ah... thought will be noticeable. In truth I've never been one for birthdays and such before. But as you said, not all things must be practical and celebrations are part of that.
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The delights of life need no justification to be prized, but when they're a shield against corruption, it makes it even more important not to forget about them.
[Iskandar is a tad over thirty, but he sometimes feels older among all those kids here. In his time, people had to grow up a lot faster. He was leading armies when he was nineteen, and expected to excel at that. Which he did, but that's beside the point.]
I'm sure it will. Coming up with a novel idea what will be enjoyable for your friend is the best indication of it.