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logsinthenight2020-06-14 01:56 pm
nextnightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2020-06-14 01:56 pm
EVENT LOG: WE ALL STILL DIE (PART ONE)
EVENT LOG:
WE ALL STILL DIE PART ONE
characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: june 14-15.
content: make masks, play music, and enjoy the festive atmosphere!
warnings: n/a. please cw tags appropriately.
success is a song of the heart
Hear that? When you awake, or first go outside, there's a constant, cheerful chatter outside from the spirits. Their excitement is infectious as they babble to each other - and to you - while dragging around logs, clearing empty spaces on the ground, ripping the sheets off of beds, and then converting the open spaces around town into what looks like a very wild crafts fair.
Piled high on these surfaces are strips of bark, colorful stones, grasses and branches and some of May's strange flowers. Among them also are things that might once have been owned - scraps of clothing, broken ceramics, discarded jewelry, and more from the things swept out of buildings during the flood. There's paint, too, though the spirits look like they're mostly smearing their hands (and tails, and noses) all over rather than using brushes as they create examples for you all and line them up alongside pan pipes, simple flutes, blocks of wood to beat with sticks, and empty cans full of pebbles. Instruments, to go with the masks!
What are they doing? One or two who get the gist of the questions point at the fire, and then at the sky, and mime huge circles with their hands. Big! Bright! And then point at the lanterns and swipe fingers in the air as if sealing the cracks in them. This is a party to bring back the sun - or in its absence, a party to celebrate the arrival of summer! And some have even heard that a group went out to the Doctor's house deep in the forest and that you may finally be able to fix lanterns, and if the sun doesn't deserve a party, that sure does!
There will be a big spectacle in a couple days and everyone will get to celebrate together, so get your masks ready and practice your best songs and dance moves! Have an impromptu jam session, have a picnic with what remains of the meager food supplies, and put your best creative self forward.
You may not even notice the smallest, slowest changes yet although they begin to take place. The more you wear that mask, the more you want to wear it. The dancing and music are addictive, aren't they? It's not so bad here in Beacon, in the dark. It's kind of starting to feel like home.
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[ galas and parties had taken up a significant part of her life after she'd been adopted into the ambassador's family, though she usually used those to observe and obtain, especially as she got older and stick wanted her to start working for him again. ]
What kind of festivals? Anything like this?
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[He laughs, taking her question as a joke. Obviously, no nothing like this. Maybe if he had come from some isolated forest tribe, but how many of those still exist? The people of his world are pretty civilized as far as he's aware, barring some truly distant islands maybe.
Before he can elaborate, he stumbles and crashes into a spirit, but aside from a surprised squeak, it seems there are no hard feelings. It scurries past his legs once he's righted himself and goes off to dance in a safer place.]
Mostly just a bunch of booze and music for holidays. Gotta unwind somehow.
[This party has a distinct lack of beer and that's a real shame.]
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Both are good ways to do it. Too bad we're short on the latter.
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[Look, he can't help but feel optimistic that they can - that all of this is worth enjoying even if it's strange.]
It's not so bad. The spirits play some crazy music, but I can get used to it. Now they've just got to show us how to brew alcohol from whatever's lying around.
[Or find something worth smoking. Goddamn he still thinks about cigarettes constantly even the worst of the cravings are over. Maybe that's why he's feeling so good now - he hasn't had headaches or tremors in the last week at all.]
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What kind of rations do we have left? Maybe we can regulate some potatoes for vodka.
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[He laughs at the idea, though. It's a good one! But that stockroom is looking pretty barren.]
Maybe some of those new flowers. Or uh, pine pollen.
[Come to think of it though, there hasn't really been much pollen in the trees all around. Well, scratch that thought, then. And judging by how dire some of the flowers look, like the deep purple-black ones that ring his mask, they might not exactly make the safest alcohol. But they're dead, right? So who cares, maybe.
He stumbles again, this time hurtling straight toward Elektra as he trips on his own feet, but apparently that's just funny and not in need of any panic from him. She's fast, she can probably get out of the way in time and avoid being flattened.]
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[ she does manage to get out of the way just in time to avoid getting bowled over, and she laughs as she bends to help him up, even as the spirit who also narrowly avoided getting hit growls slightly before going back to dancing. ]
Oh, lighten up.
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Instead, he holds back and fixes it with a stare through his mask, then swivels his head back to face her as he finds the beat again, ignoring the dirt that stains his hands and knees.]
You'd think today of all days they'd just let it be, right?
[Any sign of irritation is now gone as he laughs it off.]
But maybe this is just normal for them. They're having us celebrate, but this is how they just are! All the time. I'm kinda jealous.
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[ the celebration, sure, but also the carefree way the spirits conduct themselves all the time, the lack of worry about getting hurt or hurting others. the thought comes unbidden and there's a part of her that realizes she should be at least a little disturbed by it, if only for the sake of keeping up appearances. that part is silenced pretty quickly as the music picks back up and they start moving again. ]
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[He shuts up before he says too much, but that amount of concern for others is normal enough. Even when he has to step back, get drunk, try to get out of his head for a bit, it's not fun the way this is. That person, who always puts others first and who lives in desperate fear that people will come to see him for who he is, feels far away. Foreign.
He holds out a hand, beckoning, so he can spin her in time to the music.]
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[ her voice inflects upwards slightly as she takes his offered hand, twirling underneath his arm. he's asked her about matthew, it's only fair.
(although the two of them weren't all that subtle even before they were officially back together.) ]
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Instead he tends to latch onto someone, whether that's Law or Mary or even Will, and put them above the rest as if they're worth more. People think of him as selfless when he's entirely the opposite.
With the mask on, his expressions can't betray his true emotions - but even without it he's good at hiding them. It's not just his job, he's depended on that skill for most of his life. At home, his very survival required it all too often.
He lets go as she finishes the spin and smiles to add a positive inflection to his voice as he shrugs, moving to the music.]
No, I meant everyone, really. We've all got to depend on each other here. So it's nice, we get a chance to relax like this. I have friends here, sure, but everyone matters.