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Season Turning Festival

season turning festival

winter turns to spring The Oval Playground, just south of the Old Bridge Street Burying Ground had seemed the perfect place to set up for the Winter to Spring Turning Festival that this get-together has become. It's a grander affair than Mercy had first envisioned, but she's glad for the shift given Rue's help. The air is brisk, the day clear, and colorful tents have been erected on the open green up against the northern edge of the park… not terribly far from the graveyard, if one were to hop a fence. It's no grand city festival, but there are more than a few activities and foodstuffs to catch the eye of those who might deign to drop in for the fun.

Everyone who does stop by will be immediately directed to a table where winter-themed flower crowns can be picked up. Each one is unique and there seem to be enough crowns for any who might want them.

A photo area has been set up with a tasteful background and a variety of Seasonal Props (and just cute or interesting things Mercy and Rue have come across) one may wear or hold: cornucopias, bouquets of flowers, heart pillows, a skull with antlers, and all other manner of odds and ends that seem seasonal to winter or the coming spring. Some of them are a bit more macabre than others.

There is food and drink aplenty to be found within the tents. Nothing excessively grand (or too alcoholic), but set out in a very pleasing array with a chocolate fountain at the heart of the display. A variety of unique and wintry centerpieces are dotted about to add some additional flair.

There are also sign-ups for a Blanket-wrapped Race and Campball with promised prizes for the winners. These come along with another sign-up for a Fashion Show to be judged by Rue and Mercy at the end of the afternoon's festivities. Wear your seasonal best to the festival or step into the Fashion Tent where you'll find an offering of clothes and accessories to help pull your winning design together!

sampling the season

celebration in style Introduction
Mercy isn't usually nervous about giving speeches. She's spoken to all kinds of people for her work both as an undertaker and as a healer… even as a rebel, after a fashion. But this is particularly important, sharing something with others that's part of her homeland, something that's not technically her right to do. She adjusts the flower crown atop her head, steps up onto a makeshift little platform, and raises her hands for attention.

"Thank you, kindly, friends, for coming out. Me'n- The Honorable Rue and I have been working to put together a little shindig we thought folk might enjoy, something to liven the spirits while we're coming out of this long stretch of dark and cold. Where I'm from, Evergreen Abbey, we got a tradition of celebrating the changing of the seasons. Spring to summer, summer to fall, fall to winter, and winter again into spring. The world is cycles. A deep breath in and another out as the earth, hisself, breathes.

"With a season turning comes a naming. We honor the time we've spent with the past and present even while we look to the future. It's the right of the Abbot or Abbess of Evergreen to name the season, but seeing as we ain't got one of them on hand…" She manages a crooked grin. "I name this the Winter of Kindled Flames. Whether that's warmth in fire or in friendships, both'll see us through to what's ahead." She looks to Rue and steps aside in case the owlbear would like to say their own words.

Of course crowned in their own set of vibrant flowers, Rue’s glamoured countenance beams down at Mercy before they turn their charming smile on the crowd. They wave an arm out - and for any familiar with Rue’s true form, it would be easy enough to imagine the grand flourish their feathery wing would make - directing the attention to them. “My friends, we only ask that you open yourselves up to the true beauty of the changing seasons. It must be said, that although the aim of this festival is to bring some lighthearted reprieve into our lives, it would not behoove of us to simply ignore the fear we have all been faced with as well. But as a wise woman once spoke -” And though it’s quite subtle, Mercy would feel a gentle, feathery paw at her elbow. “‘Fear falls when it's faced with bonds it can not break.’ So please, we welcome you to enjoy the grand festivities planned, while you engage with friends, both old and new.”

I. Flower Crowns and Photographs
A table is set up and regularly replenished with a variety of unique flower crowns that seem to have been handmade. Each is different, featuring little touches of interest here and there, whether in an unusual color combination or arrangement. There are even some supplies in a nearby box and some basic instructions laid out should one want to fashion their own flower crown or add to an existing one. A small sign accompanies the table of crowns, written in Mercy's neat and very old-fashioned looking handwriting:

We weave the world together
And place each blossom bright
To find ourselves the vigor
To carry on our fight
And with each crown we place
Our hearts alight with yearning
We name ourselves the vessels
For joy and season's turning

- Mercy Summermist, Hero of Evergreen Abbey

Not far beyond the flower crown station is a photo point. This place seems to have been set up specifically to provide an excellent opportunity for any person (or persons) to pose for a picture. There are rich cloths draped artfully over some branches of a tree and little lanterns and faerie lights that twinkle in the shade. There are a few logs and stumps that have been rolled over to provide seating or something to stand on for those who might wish to be a bit taller than usual. Off to one side of the photo area, there is a cardboard box filled with all manner of eclectic items. Some of them are sensible and seasonal. Others are just a bit odd. You might be surprised what you find in that box to join you in your photo. The stranger things undoubtedly came from a certain gravedigger, but it's best not to ask where she might have acquired them.

II. Food, Mingling, and a Grave Path
Tables have been set up in some of the tents and out on the green of the park that sport an assortment of foods and beverages. They're mostly the standard platters of fruits, cheeses, veggies, and meats one might be able to purchase at the local grocery store, but they've been arranged on nicer plates. There's one table set up as the central and most prominent display. In the center is a chocolate fountain and assorted dipping items. There are also whimsical candies here from the newest shop in Gloucester that's making an invertebrate splash!

In addition to the tables for food, there are little seating areas that are a combination of chairs and whatever else could be found at Bonnie's and on short notice to serve as seating. These more… eclectic sitting locations are covered by comfy-looking blankets and set up around small fire pits where they're available. Enjoy a plate filled with food or a big cup of hot chocolate or coffee from a nearby drinks station.

For those who are less keen on mingling with others or who just need a moment to themselves, there is a gate leading out of the park to the north and directly into the copse of trees that surround the Old Bridge Street Burying Ground. The graves here date back to the 1700s and some of them look… strangely fresh considering their headstones. Has something been digging here? Have zombies been clawing their way from the earth, itself? Who can really say? There does seem to be a pattern to the graves with turned earth. They appear to be the grandest and most well-preserved headstones in the yard. What curious times we live in!

III. Campball Lessons
"Campball's the easiest thing you ever played," Mercy tells those assembled on the pitch. She has a soccer ball in hand as the closest equivalent to a campball that she could find. "No touching the ball with your hands." She drops the ball down and dribbles it briefly between her feet. "But anything else goes so long as you ain't drawing blood or breaking bones." Her enthusiastic grin might be just a bit too much for the faint of heart. "We got goals set up on either end of the pitch. You can take turns kicking and guarding to start, then move on to running the pitch with the ball. Got some cones set up for you there. Practicing stealing the ball from each other'll be next. Don't be afraid to get a little rough. Or getting sneaky. I seen one team win a match using tricks to keep the other team guessing where the ball actually was."

"The first team to score 5 points is the winner, and we'll take breaks every 20 minutes. We'll try to make the teams even on numbers, and I'll be watching off to the side while you do drills so's we can even the skill out, too."

Those assembled will be unleashed upon the practice pitch in pairs to test their mettle. Occasional encouraging words will be thrown out over the course of the 30-minute practice before everyone is dismissed for refreshments and preparation for the ~~battle~~ game to come. Perhaps you've been lured by the game itself or some curiosity. Perhaps you've been lured by the promise of a free, tailored outfit for each member of the winning team. Either way, there's practice to get to and a campball championship title to be won!

((OOC: Sign-ups for the campball teams are below. Terri will RNG the winning team on March 1st.))

IV. Blanket-wrapped Race Strategizing
The Blanket-wrapped Race is a curious sort of affair. People are asked to pair up in teams of two, one to wrap their partner in the blanket and the other hop, waddle, or roll their way to victory while cocooned. The blankets provided come in a range of sizes to accommodate competitors of different builds, but they're all thick and stiff. There are colorful bungee cords available, as well, a nod to these modern times. Mercy would usually use standard rope, but she doesn't want to make anyone suffer having to figure out knots on the fly.

Instructions are provided that the one being wrapped must have the blanket bungeed to them at the ankles, waist, and shoulders, at a minimum. They'll be checked before they're let off the starting line. Once on the move, the pitch isn't the longest in the world, but to someone wrapped in a blanket, it might seem quite the distance… especially considering the hazards laid out before them. There are down tree branches, patches of ball bearings, and well-hidden trip-wires.

Attentive partners to the blanket-wrapped will run ahead of them to warn of hazards or maybe even move them into the way of competitors who might be behind or ahead of their racing companion. Work with your companion to test different wraps and strategize for your run down the track before the starting bell.

((OOC: Sign-ups for the Blanket-wrapped Race are below. Terri will RNG the winning pair on March 1st.))

V. Fashion Show Prep
“Now remember,” Rue is thrilled to remind those eager to participate in the festival’s impromptu fashion show. “Half of a fashionable presentation is simply being confident. Whatever you end up wearing, as long as you feel most glamorous, you’re certain to leave the judges panel in absolute awe. But having said that, sticking to the seasonal theme will certainly net you a few bonus points in the final tally.”

Those wanting to participate are welcome to use from their own collection or to peruse the clothing racks provided in the changing tents. There’s a little something for everyone in every shape and size, Rue has made certain of that, so no non-humans should be feeling left out if they want their chance to strut down the improvised runway.

The esteemed panel - Mercy Graves, Delloso de la Rue, and Neal Caffery - will be sitting on as the judges this afternoon, each scoring every participant separately only for Rue to round up all of the points at the end of the festivities. Come and show off your own special brand of fashion, dance your way down the catwalk, or maybe come give a friend a hand in the hopes they’ll walk away with the top prize of the evening.

((OOC: Sign-ups for the Fashion Show are below. Mey will RNG the winning pair on March 1st.))

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It's hard to believe he's been here over a month now. There's an almost comfortable routine to his days in research (almost, because sharing a desk with a Paragon doesn't feel like the sort of thing that should ever become comfortable), and it's likely other people will have seen the too-tall pointy-eared eccentric going about his business. Given his interest in folklore and myth, though, there's no way he's going to miss this Spring Turning Festival, even were it not also supporting Rue (who has been so terribly kind) to be here.

Unlike Elidibus he isn't quite as willing to compromise on the 'robes' thing as long as it remains merely eccentric and not actively censure-worthy, having so relatively-recently embraced a very particular aesthetic and begun, for the first time since childhood, to feel remotely comfortable in his skin, and it's to that aesthetic that he clings today, in defiance of the cold - a simple black smock with suns and stars picked out in silver, perhaps just ever-so-slightly flouncier than the versions of the same thing he wears about the office.

[FLOWER CROWNS]
He inspects them carefully, as if the choice is Terribly Important and not something to be done lightly; the plants are a mix of similar-enough and totally unfamiliar, and the craftsmanship merits appreciation. There's one, though, that draws him, the blend of pink-and-orange-and-blue (almost, but not quite, garish) close enough to the hills of Lydha Lran to make him woefully nostalgic. If he closes his eyes, he can almost picture himself back in the Bookman's Shelves, pixies laughing at how terribly clever they are to have 'pranked' him with hot leaf water and biscuits, Thancred trying to make whatever dangerous foray he's just returned from sound terribly dull, Ryne stretched out on the carpet with a book interjecting just enough to render those efforts moot...

... and now he's just daydreaming awkwardly between you and the crowns, and whether it's a touch or a polite cough or just proximity that snaps him back to the moment he's terribly sheepish about it, setting the crown back down and stepping aside.

"My apologies; which dost thou favour?"

[WILDCARD]
He's here, he's one giant nerd much comfier spectating than participating, and I'm going to throw him at a bunch of things but please have at him or hit me up via Discord (CogGirl#2029) or Plurk (CogGirl)

Edited 2023-03-01 16:43 (UTC)

She had cleared her throat. It had been the polite way of getting his attention back to the ground and out of the clouds.

When he comes out of his daydream she smiles and points to a simple white crown. "I've been eyeing that one. Some of them are a bit too ostentatious for me." Plus, a lot of them would totally clash with her outfit.

"'t'is most becoming." he smiles. See, he can be normal. He's the most normal. Never mind that he talks like some ungodly blend of Shakespeare, ren faire and pretentious academic, or that he follows that smile with something just shy of a bow (hand over heart, head lightly inclined).

"I do not believe we have been introduced."

"Thank you. I think so." Her head tilts to the side. And there she is thinking Rue had been the most formal person that she's met. She smiles a little at his bow. It's a first for her.

"We've not." She offers her hand for a shake. "My name is Kate."

"Urianger." It takes a couple of beats longer than is entirely organic, before he takes her hand, though the shake is textbook 'this is how you politely greet someone'. "A pleasure, Kate. 't'is quite the festival, is it not?"

She thinks nothing of his pause. Maybe he is used to curtseys instead of handshaking with ladies. "Urianger then. It's nice to meet you." It is nice to meet someone under pleasant circumstances for a change.

"Isn't it though? Rue and Mercy really went all out. Have you had a chance to meet them yet?"

"Mercy, I regret, not as yet, but fate hath given me the great good fortune to reside with Rue. They are a marvel. Thyself?"

"I've met them both but I know Rue better. I'm sure they'd preen at being called a marvel." She finally reaches for the flower crown and places it on top of her head. "So have you been with us long?"

He considers the question as she places the crown. " t'will be two months, 'ere long, I think? Though to hear it phrased thus seemeth at once too great and yet too short a span."

"You've been here two months and we're only now just meeting? Huh. Do you work for ADI or have you decided to do something else?"

He racks his mind - has he seen her around? Most likely not, that would require him to have his head out of a book, but it's not impossible they've crossed paths somewhere.

"Aye, for the ADI, though our new..." What's the right word? Employers? "colleagues' need and mine own curiosity hath kept me rather shackled to Research. Whither dost thou work?"

"Oh, you're in Research. You boys certainly take your job seriously down there. How's it going for you?" She reaches up to adjust her flower crown. She needs a mirror. Where is one? "I'm in Administration and Staff Development." A pause, "I like to keep busy."

"Ah, the beating heart of this august body." A slight smile. "We would be lost without thee."

Is there a mirror here? There must be. Rue would not make such an oversight... Ah, yes. Here, behind him. Another step to the side, then, to let her regard herself.

"Research is..." - he considers, for a moment (frustrating, under resourced, infested with Paragons?) before settling for the diplomatic, cop-out answer. "interesting. This star hath yet many secrets we have yet to uncover, of that I am certain."

"What?" She doesn't understand.

Oh, a mirror. "Excuse me." She uses it to properly affix the flower crown to her head. This way it won't come off.

"Oh. Interesting, huh? Do you not like keeping your nose in books. I'm sure they'd let you switch departments."

It's his turn to be confused.

"... what? Oh. No, forgive me; I did not mean to imply I am dissatisfied; in truth there are few places my nose would rather be than in a book." That the research department has so few books might well be part of his frustration; the internet is great, but his heart belongs to the forbidden section of the Great Gubal Library and always has. " 'tis a relief to have found such familiar work so quickly."

"My apologies then for the misunderstanding. I'm glad you like what you're doing. Makes all the difference in being able to get through the day, doesn't it? Are your coworkers treating you well?"

"Aye, I cannot fault their kindness; that so many of us are from our own worlds cruelly displaced breedeth, I think, a certain camaraderie. And thyself? Thou art content?"

"That's good. It can be terrible to work with people you don't like." She nods her head. "Yeah. I work in Administration and Staff Development. Most days I'm content."

"Then it seems Fortune hath smiled upon us both." He echoes the nod, then looks thoughtful.

"I wonder if I might trouble thee for thy assistance? I have no eye for such things as these" - a brief gesture towards the table of flower crowns, where their conversation had begun - "and thou such impeccable taste..."

"It seems that is has."

"Hmm? Oh, certainly I can try at least." She turns her attention to the flower crowns on the table. She needs one that will suit his coloring and build. Eventually she picks one whose leaves have a blueish tint to them. The roses are a deep red and they are interspersed with a variety of white flowers. "How about this one?"

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