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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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Lemon sounds amazing. [ That's right, she often has lemon things doesn't she? ]
If I ever find some at the markets, or if they get them at the farms, I'll bring you some.
[ He would anyway, even if he wasn't also hoping she'd bake things for him using them. ]
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That would be wonderful. I love strawberries. There's always blackberries, if we can't find any.
[she considers fruits.]
I think I could make an apple pie.
[apples don't have too much juice that leaks out of pies. it seems like a logical first pie.]
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Apple pie? [ oh no. she hit upon the fruit-thing he loves most.
He fidgets. Just a little. ]
Only if... [ oh, oh how he wars between not wanting to be a bother and his love for pie. do you see these wide, shining eyes? ] only if... it wouldn't be any trouble?
[ Sansa you're too good to him. He might fall in love if he wasn't already married. ]
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Oh, I've been trying to learn pies. You're welcome to stop by and eat them whenever you like, but I can't promise they'll be any good.
[will she ever learn the trick to avoiding a soggy bottom.....]
My cakes are a much safer bet.
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He perks up and warms at that so much though, offering her a broad and warm smile. Aaaa she really is too good to him. ]
I'm sure whatever you make will be delicious. [ He'll enjoy them with great gusto. Count on it. ]
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she smiles back warmly. her baking skills are one thing she is still insecure about.]
My sister loved fruit tarts.
[she tends to use past tense when she talks about her younger siblings in public, to help keep them hidden just in case. she would like to be able to surprise arya with fruit tarts someday, not the least because arya would be so very surprised to see her baking.]
I think all the mushrooms would do well in a pie--steak and kidney pie is one thing I do miss.
[it's a comfort food. in general she doesn't mind giving most of her meat to lady, but there are some things she does wish she could eat here. she supposes it's a fair trade for chocolate, though. and vanilla...]
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He hesitates when she mentions her sister, remembering that she had also told him that she was able to see and speak with her again through one of the portals recently, and smiles a bit more quietly at that. ]
Steak and kidney pie? [ He perks. Is there nothing he doesn't like? Nope nothing, but this is more in familiarity than food excitement. ] With mushrooms? Ehh, really?
[ He gives a thoughtful sort of hum, his expression becoming distant and thoughtful as he looks up at the dimming sky. ]
My father and I used to split that sometimes when we had done especially well for money that day. He'd always get so excited.
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and she beams at the anecdote about his father. it's nice to know more about his life before he came here, and she's very glad that they share happy memories of even something as silly as meat pies.]
We had the best meat pies at home. I can't afford steak, or any part of a cow--not if I want to feed Lady as well. But I thought I could put the mushrooms in a pie with some pease and onions and gravy. It would make a nice change from eating them on toast or with noodles all the time. I'm just afraid the gravy would leak out of the pie and all over my oven.
[can gravy start a fire? she doesn't know. she laughs. sitting in a field, talking about pie, isn't something she had done since she left winterfell and her brothers.]
I never thought I'd be so happy just to sit in a field and talk about pies.
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You know... she couldn't be more right. Sitting here listen to her talking about simple things, fond memories, and just being able to exist, play, and feel a little free for a night... honestly, he just feels so relaxed. Warm, happy, and relaxed. Even full of good snacks. The company of friends, meeting and playing games with new ones, spending time with both Sansa and Shouto--
Contentment. It's such a rare feeling. ]
Mm... [ It's softer. Thoughtful; fond. ] I wouldn't have thought so either. [ Okay maybe he would have, he does love food. But still. Not quite the same. He smiles gently though, looking down at his hands with a distant and gentle sort of expression. ]
It's really kind, what Viktor and Palamedes have done for everyone. It's nice just being able to exist and not worry about things for a while.
[ To you know... just be a teenager for a night. Whatever that means. ]
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It's what I was always taught to do. Before this, I was organizing a tourney. And there was only one melee, for the hedge knights!
[the karate tournament seems to be nothing but one very long, very slow melee. she frowns slightly.]
I can't help but feel I ought to be having parties. But--my home is so narrow! I can't imagine having everybody in there. Most days all I want to do is sit and sew with Lady.
[it's hard to articulate the sort of dread she feels at the idea of planning a party, now. she can't understand why she feels this way, she had enjoyed planning the tourney so much at the gates of the moon.]
I suppose it's different when we have to do the cooking and cleaning ourselves.
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Sansa... ]
You... didn't have to do cooking and cleaning before?
[ ???????????????? boggling ]
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I didn't work in the kitchens! The cooks didn't even let us near the ovens! It wasn't like how it is here, where everybody's supposed to do every job in the house. Unless you lived on a very small farm, I suppose.
[well, everybody's job but hers. most people here act like their clothes grow on trees. hardly anyone can even mend a shirt very well, let alone sew one.]
But I always made my clothes, and my brothers', ever since I was small. Most of the people here seem like they can't even sew a shirt. Did you ever sew your own shirts, Ser Allen?
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Ah, no—! I didn't mean it poorly! Sorry! [ hahaha crap, he forgot she was nobility for a moment and from a world that, to him, sounds similar to his own medieval one. Or what that means. He waves his hands about quickly, a little flustered. ]
I-I didn't... just mended them... [ It's sheepish; she has him there. He was an errand boy when he was the circus's property and did a lot of the laundry, cleaning, and meals, but uh... Yeah, no, wasn't what he meant. He backpedals a little more, smiling nervously. ]
It's just -- surprising to me? Sorry... Growing up, it was a little more like how things are here I suppose? [ Waving hands about again. ] Not that there's anything wrong with either way!
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There's plenty wrong with my world, but I do think it's easier when someone does the cooking and someone else does the cleaning. I would have even more time to sew, and run with Lady. It is nice that no one bothers me, though. Sometimes Trench seems more like a fortress than a city, but if we all had to live together like that I think I'd go mad.
[she laughs a little, imagining sasuke running into the cobra kai man at dinner. perhaps tyrion and cersei would have gotten along better if they both hadn't insisted on living in the red keep. then she smiles warmly at allen.]
It's good you know mending. So many people don't, here. I don't know what they did on their own worlds when their clothes got holes.