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Player Plot: Remember Me
characters: Jason Grace & OPEN
location: (1) Harbor then (2) School
date/time: May 15 - 17
content: A small memorial event for those lost to the flood. Include a lantern/boat launch followed by a re-dedication of the Wall for the Remembered, now located in the school.
warnings: Likely discussions of loss/deathwhat is death to a dead thing
1. Harbor
A few days after his network post, Jason can be found down at the harbor. Those that were here in September will definitely recognize it as a very similar set up to what Rastus had going when they did the memorial service then. He doesn’t have glowing stones, but he did bring down two torches from the bonfire and has rigged up a kind of tiki torch situation to light up the area for crafting. He has plenty of paper to craft into lanterns and boats. He’s made a few for those that might struggle, but there are plenty of supplies if you want to take the time to craft your own. There’s also other basic craft supplies -- markers, scissors, tape, and the like -- for making the boats or lanterns more decorated or personalized.
Jason encourages anyone who shows up to mourn or celebrate in their own way. This is intended as a way to honor the dead and missing, but if you don’t want to launch a boat you don’t have to -- perhaps you have another ceremony in mind.
2. School
After several boats have been launched, Jason will pick up one of the torches he brought to the harbor and lead whoever is around to the school. In the end, this seemed like the more accessible of the two locations he had debated. Prior to the memorial, Jason had spent some time sprucing up one of the classrooms and relocating the remains of The Wall for the Remembered, pictures and names moved onto a newly painted tree -- very similar to the one that used to reside in Town Hall.
Inside the classroom, there is one table set up with paints if people want to add names of those they just launched boats for -- Jason didn’t feel like it was right to add them all himself. There is a second table with snacks -- provided by the cafeteria spirit -- so the snacks are mostly what one might find in a school lunch, but hey there are pretty decent cookies. He’s also brought two torches to stay at the school: one in the entrance and one in the memorial room itself -- probably placed somewhere to give the wall the best light.
Once everyone is gathered, Jason will hold up the torch that he led everyone here with and speak: “Thank you all for helping with this and coming today. I can’t say I knew everyone who appeared in the most recent obituary shared with us, so I can’t exactly say anything personal here -- but I know that each loss has had an impact on at least one person in this room.” He pauses, a kind of moment of silence though he doesn’t say as such. After a moment he speaks again, “I know that our future here may be uncertain, but it’s important to take the time to remember those who have helped us even get this far. Tomorrow we can think about the future, but for right now let’s focus on those who are no longer with us -- whoever that may be for you.” He lowers the torch and steps away to give people their privacy and watch over the proceedings.
location: (1) Harbor then (2) School
date/time: May 15 - 17
content: A small memorial event for those lost to the flood. Include a lantern/boat launch followed by a re-dedication of the Wall for the Remembered, now located in the school.
warnings: Likely discussions of loss/death
1. Harbor
A few days after his network post, Jason can be found down at the harbor. Those that were here in September will definitely recognize it as a very similar set up to what Rastus had going when they did the memorial service then. He doesn’t have glowing stones, but he did bring down two torches from the bonfire and has rigged up a kind of tiki torch situation to light up the area for crafting. He has plenty of paper to craft into lanterns and boats. He’s made a few for those that might struggle, but there are plenty of supplies if you want to take the time to craft your own. There’s also other basic craft supplies -- markers, scissors, tape, and the like -- for making the boats or lanterns more decorated or personalized.
Jason encourages anyone who shows up to mourn or celebrate in their own way. This is intended as a way to honor the dead and missing, but if you don’t want to launch a boat you don’t have to -- perhaps you have another ceremony in mind.
2. School
After several boats have been launched, Jason will pick up one of the torches he brought to the harbor and lead whoever is around to the school. In the end, this seemed like the more accessible of the two locations he had debated. Prior to the memorial, Jason had spent some time sprucing up one of the classrooms and relocating the remains of The Wall for the Remembered, pictures and names moved onto a newly painted tree -- very similar to the one that used to reside in Town Hall.
Inside the classroom, there is one table set up with paints if people want to add names of those they just launched boats for -- Jason didn’t feel like it was right to add them all himself. There is a second table with snacks -- provided by the cafeteria spirit -- so the snacks are mostly what one might find in a school lunch, but hey there are pretty decent cookies. He’s also brought two torches to stay at the school: one in the entrance and one in the memorial room itself -- probably placed somewhere to give the wall the best light.
Once everyone is gathered, Jason will hold up the torch that he led everyone here with and speak: “Thank you all for helping with this and coming today. I can’t say I knew everyone who appeared in the most recent obituary shared with us, so I can’t exactly say anything personal here -- but I know that each loss has had an impact on at least one person in this room.” He pauses, a kind of moment of silence though he doesn’t say as such. After a moment he speaks again, “I know that our future here may be uncertain, but it’s important to take the time to remember those who have helped us even get this far. Tomorrow we can think about the future, but for right now let’s focus on those who are no longer with us -- whoever that may be for you.” He lowers the torch and steps away to give people their privacy and watch over the proceedings.
Pudding | OTA
Pudding, as she told Jason, is happy to help others make boats and lanterns. Funerary ceremony is not something she's actually done herself before now, but origami, origami she knows. How many of her treats are decorated with sugary replicas, or real origami done with delicate layers of edible rice paper? So it's simple, easy, to teach, or to outright make a few for those who can't get it down or whose hands are too shaky to try. She's also folding up some little flames in red paper, if anyone wants to add one into their lantern, or atop their boat.
Once the first boats begin to settle on the water, she pauses a moment to watch. There's nothing for her, really - she didn't know anyone well enough to quite feel right making something, and she feels little to celebrate -
She blinks, pauses. Turns back to the table while no one's eyes are on it and begins to fold. The early folds are simple, just to crease the paper, and when that's done... She takes several looks around while she pulls up a brush and dark paint, and only when she's certain no one can see, writes a name down the length of it.
シ
ャ
|
ロ
ッ
ト
プ
リ
ン
She folds it shut immediately. It's fine if the paint smears. She knows what it says, and it's important that no one else does.
Instead of a boat or lantern, she folds it into a paper crane. As the boats are launched, she steps up to the shore and blows it into the water from her fingertips.
Maybe it's okay like this, after weeks of doing her best to help and protect instead of lure and harm, to mourn and celebrate that the old her is dead.
2.
Like at the shore, Pudding doesn't say much. It's not her place. One thing she has done, with - well, she thinks, at least? - the "permission" of the cafeteria spirit, is make her good cocoa. For the warmth, for the sweetness, for the comfort. She has plenty for everyone, with two crock pots full, and she'll gladly ladle some into an old (clean) cafeteria mug for anyone who comes up.
2
Some hero. If anyone deserved to get swept away in a storm, it's him.
He pushes the self loathing back enough to force a smile as he approaches the crock pots.
"...What is all this?"
no subject
"Hot cocoa. For the chill... inside as much as outside. Like this whole ceremony... we could all use a little warmth right now, I think." She reaches for a mug. "Would you like some?"
no subject
Link hesitates, realizing that his voice is weak. He coughs, then repeats himself, this time with more firmness.
"Yeah! I'd like some. Thanks for doing all this."
I'm so sorry for how late this is >.> June/July ate me. lmk if you want to handwave!
Then she glances down to focus on ladling the cocoa, giving the stranger the chance to gather himself without scrutiny.
"Of course. I didn't know very many of the people lost. At least, I can give some comfort to those still here."
2
It helps that she's serving hot cocoa -- it's an old comfort of his and he'd always made sure to grab some when the Night Market came. It wasn't quite to the level of New Rome's -- to home -- but it was close enough to be comforting.
"Hey. Just wanted to say thanks for your help today...we didn't get much of a chance to talk earlier."
no subject
"So you're Jason. It's nice to meet you."