apocalypsehowcomm | 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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Mercy huffs lightly. "A small matter for a small man. But you're not on his team for Campball, are you?" She hasn't sorted people, yet, but she'd like to put them opposite each other, if possible... if only because she suspects Eda's dexterity is going to bring her team victory. "I won't be playing myself, just refereeing, but it seems like you got plenty of skill for it. Whoever's got you is bound to win, Ms. Eda!

"Hope you're enjoying things apart from this?" She'll make a motion to Eda to pass her the ball. Maybe she won't be playing and Eda has skills, but she can still run the older woman through a friendly practice to make certain she's as sharp as she seems. And maybe give a few tips and tricks, if she can.

"Oh I'd much rather play against him," Eda agrees quickly. Even to the point she enjoys his company sometimes, competing seems more fun.

"I'll take the kid though," she adds, glancing over at where a certain slightly scruffy blonde teenager from her world appears to be doing his own practice. It's nice to see him look like he's having some fun.

She drops the ball back down and gives a light kick to pass it back to Mercy.

"Yeah, I'm... well it's a lot of people," Eda admits with a soft snort. "But I wouldn't miss something Rue's helping put on." Being friends with such a social butterfly was still a little strange for her honestly.

"You two really pulled out all the stops, huh?"

Edited (Typo) 2023-03-13 01:13 (UTC)

Mercy juggles the ball between her feet for a moment before passing the ball back. "I been here six seasons and ain't managed to have a single season-turning celebration up until now. 'All the stops' was the only option!" And she praises Pelor that things have finally gone well. Perhaps it's a sign that her faith has not been misplaced this time?

"That's Hunter over there, though, right? I haven't seen him around a while. I thought... huh. Thought he'd disappeared." She'd seen someone had added his name to the memorial wall, anyway. "He got that cute little bird with him still? Flapjack, think it was."

Eda blocks the ball with a foot, bounces it once or twice and then passes it back faster.

"Yeah, he... did. But he's back. Can't seem to remember the first time, though." Which is weird, and Eda has a lot of questions about this place. But she also knows it's awkward for him, so it might help if Mercy knows that he won't realise if they met before.

"He still has Flapjack, though. Little guy's been through a few scrapes but he's doing alright now." A few scrapes was an understatement, but she wasn't planning to go into detail.

Mercy blocks quickly, herself, then catches the ball on her toes when it bounces off, before hitting it back at Eda with her knee. The woman really is impressive for someone with that much gray in her hair. Granny is a spry woman, and Mercy doesn't think she could keep up with campball.

"That's... strange. Think- There's a fella I seen around who I think is like that, too. He was here, then he disappeared. Now he's back again. Young and handsome-looking. Maybe around my age? Wonder if there's... something going on when some people disappear. Like the Entities messing around with their memories?"

Eda blocks with her knee this time, but the ball goes a little wide of where she was trying to send it back.

"Not sure I've met him," Eda says, though it's possible she's been poking into cases of people vanishing temporarily indirectly, at least a bit.

"But there's certainly something going on. Not just forgetting about this place, either. Time's not right." Not right was putting it both mildly and simply, but that was what it seemed to come down to.

The ball nearly makes it past her as Mercy lunges to the side to stop the ball going too far off. She'll take a moment to dribble it between her feet and get it back under control before kicking it over to Eda again.

"Time?" That's a new one. "Like... losing time or gaining time?"

Eda catches with a foot this time, and suddenly tries to actually get it past Mercy on purpose.

"Like... being from the same world but different times. Or showing up again but not from the same spot," she says, not sure how much detail to share. "Don't know anyone else that's happened with?"

Mercy makes another valiant lunge and barely catches the ball. It gets kicked over to Eda a bit harder this time. She's not averse to making this actually challenging, after all, particularly when Eda already seems to be skilled.

"Can't say I do. He's the only one I know of who came and- Well. Hmm... No, that ain't true. I reckon we've had more'n one fellow named Peter Parker. Not sure if that's a common name, though."

Eda seems glad for the challenge as she quickly swerves to the side to kick the ball back. She really has missed playing sports, it seems.

"I know I've met one of 'em," she says, though it appears to take her a second or two to place the name. He seems like a good kid, from what she's seen.

"Were they here at the same time?"

It's getting to be more of an actual game now. Mercy's quick to knee the ball back in Eda's direction; though, it goes a little wide, and she'll likely need to dive for it. "Think so." She has to really think about that. "Didn't look the same, though. And it weren't for long. But the memorial wall's got him on there twice, and I know they weren't the same person."

Eda has to dive, though it seems like it doesn't take quite as much effort as it should. Being taller than her glamour probably makes the game just slightly harder to keep track of.

She pauses with her foot on the ball as Mercy talks about the memorial wall. She'll have to take a closer look at all the names. "Mm... maybe it is a common name then."

She'll keep it in mind, though. She's not sure how much is likely to be a coincidence in this place. But for now, she just kicks the ball back, faster this time.

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"Maybe!" Her mind is, thankfully, pulled from more sinister and strange things as she passes the ball back and forth with Eda with increasing difficulty. In the end, she has to admit that the older woman is more on par with Ciaran than she is. Eda's the better player, but it's still fun, and even educational, watching how her fellow campballer works, even if it... doesn't make sense sometimes. She knows Eda's stretching farther and taller than her form seems to be, and it leaves Mercy with a needling discomfort about the uncanny wrongness.

Still, exercise can excise some demons. "You're gonna sweep this if you keep playing like that!" Mercy encourages the woman as she waves steps aside to help someone else with their practice.

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gonna head us to a ftb on this one!