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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-17 07:51 am
graveyounglady) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-17 07:51 am
Network - 04 (Posted on March 15, before the start of the event)
Who: Mercy Graves
Username: mercyme
Warnings: reference to underage drinking
To the Gentlefolk of Other Worlds,
The spring of this world is nearly upon us! The 20th of March will mark its turning, and I would propose a celebration to mark this. I will have flowers and ribbons to weave crowns and fresh bread, berries, and cream to share, along with what alcohol I can carry. At Evergreen Abbey, my home, we would celebrate the turning of the seasons with a grand feast and games from dawn until dusk. I fear I do not have the means to give this to you, but I would like to give you something.
At the end of the feast, the Abbess or Abbot would name the season, as well. I am no one so grand, but I would make a proposal: The Spring of Dawn's Light. For the dawn represents so many things:
Guidance - The dawn will always give us direction when we feel lost. As surely as a stone will fall when dropped from a height, the sun will rise from the east.
A New Beginning - The dawn hails a new day, something that may be different than the one before. We close the chapter of the day before and open something else with the rising of the sun.
And Hope - The dawn is a reminder that darkness cannot stand forever. Light will bleed through, it will kiss the earth and spread across her as a lover. Warm tendrils that invigorate and call waking.
I know that not everyone has inclination to come to the ADI offices, so I would propose the Oval Playground at Centennial Avenue and Harvard Street. It is very near to one of the cemeteries, and I would lay flowers for some of the graves there, on that day of celebration. Those who have died should know the joy of a turning, as well, for they are the soil that feeds us and lets the spring come forth.
I will be there to celebrate from the sun's breaking to its height. Please be wary of the shadows if you come.
May the spring bring life to you and yours,
Mercy Graves
Username: mercyme
Warnings: reference to underage drinking
To the Gentlefolk of Other Worlds,
The spring of this world is nearly upon us! The 20th of March will mark its turning, and I would propose a celebration to mark this. I will have flowers and ribbons to weave crowns and fresh bread, berries, and cream to share, along with what alcohol I can carry. At Evergreen Abbey, my home, we would celebrate the turning of the seasons with a grand feast and games from dawn until dusk. I fear I do not have the means to give this to you, but I would like to give you something.
At the end of the feast, the Abbess or Abbot would name the season, as well. I am no one so grand, but I would make a proposal: The Spring of Dawn's Light. For the dawn represents so many things:
Guidance - The dawn will always give us direction when we feel lost. As surely as a stone will fall when dropped from a height, the sun will rise from the east.
A New Beginning - The dawn hails a new day, something that may be different than the one before. We close the chapter of the day before and open something else with the rising of the sun.
And Hope - The dawn is a reminder that darkness cannot stand forever. Light will bleed through, it will kiss the earth and spread across her as a lover. Warm tendrils that invigorate and call waking.
I know that not everyone has inclination to come to the ADI offices, so I would propose the Oval Playground at Centennial Avenue and Harvard Street. It is very near to one of the cemeteries, and I would lay flowers for some of the graves there, on that day of celebration. Those who have died should know the joy of a turning, as well, for they are the soil that feeds us and lets the spring come forth.
I will be there to celebrate from the sun's breaking to its height. Please be wary of the shadows if you come.
May the spring bring life to you and yours,
Mercy Graves
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[As promised, the door to Mercy's apartment is open. She calls out when she hears the door.]
Just put a kettle on for tea, if that's your fancy, sir. I'm over here in the kitchen.
[The place is set up like every apartment in the ADI buildings with her having a good view on the living room and entrance from her vantage point. The place is clean but has signs of being well lived-in. A few books on one of the tables, a colorful blanket on the back of the sofa. There are empty pots on the balcony and a plant that's clearly struggling a bit inside. The kitchen is a bit chaotic at the moment with Mercy in full bread-making production mode. Flour is dusted across the countertop, and there are bowls with towels over them where dough is in the process of rising.]
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That's very kind of you, miss! Lovely home you've made - is there anything I can assist with since I'm here?
[ Not that he's made bread on the regular, or ... ever ... but Jaskier has many skills he's learned off the cuff to get a foot in the door to talk to people. ]
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[She indicates a few nearby along with a large cylinder of butter.]
Messy work, but I promise I'll feed you something at the end of it.
[He gets a wink.]
'Long with answering any questions you got buzzing around that fine-looking head of yours.