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logsinthenight2020-05-16 05:23 pm
notthatjason) wrote in logsinthenight2020-05-16 05:23 pm
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.
Fjord | OTA
So Fjord is still bad at making small-scale things with his hands. He takes one of the little paper boats Jason already made, to use as a sort of tutorial for himself, but it's very difficult actually making the lines... well, line up, and a few times he's ended up with just a sheet of paper covered in so many folds that it couldn't be turned into a boat at all.
He's not getting frustrated, as such, but it's a little disheartening.
Launch
He lingers behind a little, when all of the boats are finally sent out. Looks at all the little boats and paper lanterns and origami all gently floating on the water. The reprieve he had with Soldat and Rosinante earlier in the week rings in his ears as he walks forward, wading into the shallows until his boots are nearly fully covered in water, he raises both hands, letting them hover parallel to his hips, feeling the control he has over the water shift, easy and almost natural, and the water around him stills, ripples into glassy calm as far as the light touches.
"Your death wasn't meaningless," he says - quiet, but not enough that the Southern twang isn't easy to still hear from a distance. "We'll remember all of you."
He lifts his hands, and the waters immediately in front of him surge, swell to rise up to his knees as he lifts his hands to his chest - and gently, firmly pushes forward. The water around his knees turn into a wave, and crests, and all the little paper figures get caught up in the tiny wave of foam and pushed into motion, slowly setting out across the lake until they're just dim shapes in the dark. To wherever it might take them.
School
He feels lucky, in some small way, that he wasn't the one to bury Mollymauk's body in the first place. But at least he knew it was. That it wasn't just jammed in an open crate in a hole in the ground behind a pair of locked doors, half-destroyed and rotting and--
He pulls his brush away from where he's painting Molly's name, so the trembling in his hand doesn't ruin his work so far. He's not dexterous enough to do this well - he got Kal-El and Alisaie's names up alright, but Molly's...
It takes him a few more seconds until he can stop his hand again, and paints the rest of his name in the rich purple paint he's managed to mix up. Alisaie's is in a warm white, almost pink; Kal-El's is a soft blue. He's not artsy, but he still manages to paint something that mostly resembles a peacock feather, with a single red eye, underneath Mollymauk's name.
When he's done, he stands up, puts his paintbrush back on the table, and turns back to the wall. His hand starts at his side, and in a sharp splash of water that splatters against the ground, his golden falchion appears in his hand. The fancy trick at the harbor was for everyone else; this one's for him.
"Last time, Molly." His voice is quiet, nearly inaudible, and - for those who might still catch it - in his true accent.
He shifts his grip, flicks the sword up and in front of him, and back down in a firm sailor's salute.
School
So they're waiting until most everyone else who came have written at least one name before inching up over next to Fjord to write Crowley's name in orange, like his hair. Well, not quite like his hair, but close. A t-shirt, folded in such a way that the crown on the chest is clearly visible, goes beneath that one. Aziraphale's is creamy white, and Ellever's in green. Eleven's name is in yellow, with a slightly-tattered stuffed llama placed under it.
They don't even scold Fjord for the water, though they do quickly pluck up the objects in question so they don't get wet. In the process, they look over what Fjord wrote. And... drew? "The feather. Why the feather?"
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"Some of Molly's tattoos were of peacock feathers," he says quietly. "Seemed fitting t'try and give him something ostentatious, even if I'm not a great artist."
Jester would have drawn the whole fucking bird and it would have been beautiful.
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