Season Turning Festival

[graveyounglady]

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.))

♡

Comments

GOOD GET HIS ASS

[lowficharm]

[For being a Big Guy, Martin still acts like a mouse when spooked and looks like he's about to jump out of his skin. Instantly he whirls around, hands behind his back like he's been caught in the cookie jar, a nervous laugh barely escaping through his teeth.]

What? Me? No, oh-- oh gosh, no, I wouldn't-- I'd probably look terrible, I mean, I'm not a fashion person, I-I mean, look at me.

[He halfway gestures to himself, but mostly to his belly.]

[ruevealing]

[Martin, Rue will kick your ass. (affectionate)]

Speaking from experience as one full-bodied figure to another, I assure you that fashion has nothing to do with being skinny. Truly, there's nothing at all wrong with the way you are shaped, just as there's nothing wrong with my shape either.

[And just to prove a point, Rue is just going to come around the rack and elegantly flick through the various outfits until they find something meant for a figure like his, a pale lavender suit with just a dust of glitter over the square shoulders and an obnoxiously adorable bowtie dipped in that same sparkling glitter. They push the hanger right into his hands.]

If you change quick enough, I can even make a few quick adjustments before you go on.

[because like, he's definitely going on.]

[lowficharm]

[No, kick his ass. Kick his ass so hard. He sputters near immediately, words happening and not happening at the metric speed of sound.]

I didn't-- I mean, that wasn't about you, i-it, you look lovely all the time, I'm j-- on? Me? On the--

[He takes it, because it's in his hands now, but his face is going bright red.]

I-- I can't go on stage. People don't look at me. I mean, it-- they-- shouldn't, no--

[martin.exe has stopped and needs to reboot]

[ruevealing]

[Rue's stare could bore a hole right through him.]

Martin -

[But they lift a paw to his shoulder, careful of their unseen talons, tipping close enough that he'd be able to feel the warmth of their true form beneath the glamour, feathers brushing against him.]

I believe in you. And if people are not looking at you, then we shall give them a good reason to finally look, won't we?

[lowficharm]

[He stops his assorted fussing when Rue addresses him, less like a calming balm of reassurance and more like someone had struck him paralyzed. He has so much he wants to say at the same time, and yet, no words are happening, and Martin thinks this will be the death of him.]

I-- people-- people aren't supposed to look at me. I don't know what to do when people look at me. I'm not, not good at being... a person. Who. Is noticed.

[And with a mouth like that, why would he be is all he can think at the moment.]

[ruevealing]

[oh. this sweet, poor man.]

Put on the suit and then we shall speak. I will not force you into this, dear friend, but you must at the very least put this on.

[lowficharm]

[The sigh he makes is one part exhale, one part strained wheeze as if he's being choked. But he can't disappoint them, and he is more than aware that the arguments he has to not do it sound really, really stupid.]

... Okay, I. I'll try it on.

[He shuffles inside with his shoulders pushed up, like a turtle trying to hide in his shell, but does make it into a fitting room. It's a few minutes before he pokes just his head out from behind the curtain, speaking in a hushed whisper.]

Rue? Are you, uhm-- s-still here?

[ruevealing]

[Rue pops up in front of him almost immediately.]

Right here, Martin. How does it fit?

[lowficharm]

[He does his best not to shriek, and thankfully holds it together enough to make only a tiny 'eep' as they pop up.]

Uh, I-- I mean, fine? I'm not really sure how it's supposed to look, I've, er-- never worn one of these before.

[For a moment he debates if he should let them in or he should step out, but after one step forward, back, and sideways, he resigns to just step out when it seems no one is nearby.]

Is it... good?

[ruevealing]

[I am personally very sorry for this Martin, but there is just no way that Delloso de la Rue does not glare mildly at the man after having mentioned never wearing a suit before.

What is he? An animal?

But their attention quickly shifts to the suit in question, the owlbear bending at the knee to adjust the bottom hem of the pant legs, to smooth out the jacket, to carefully adjust the bowtie. And then they step back and their expression is beaming.]

Oh Martin, it looks as if it was made for you. The cut, the color, all of it is so complimentary to your body and skin tone. And it brings out the beauty of your eyes. I never quite noticed them before.

[lowficharm]

[NO RUE HE'S POOR--

Martin can feel his face turn the approximate color and temperature of the sun when they speak, which he's sure is not good for all that matching Rue is talking about, but there's not much else he can do to school himself into presentability.]

I, uhm-- thank you? I mean, it's, uh, they-- they're eyes! They sure are.

[martin you fucking rube. say something else, god, anything else.]

I never had a reason to get, y-you know. All dressed up before.

[ruevealing]

[oh my god, someone get this man a braincell]

Well, as long as we remain friends, there shall be plenty more opportunities. In fact, if it would please you, I'd be more than happy to make you the outfit of your dreams for my wedding, which you are most absolutely invited to.

[lowficharm]

[he's gay rue where is he gonna find one of THOSE]

Ohmygosh, I-- I'm not going to make you work on me for your own wedding!

[At least now he's starting to smile, even if he's still very, very red.]

I can't believe you used to do stuff like this all the time. I, I mean-- mum and I, we-- we didn't really go out, so this just feels like, uh-- a lot, you know?

[ruevealing]

[but also consider how badly rue wants all of their guests to look stunning and on theme]

Trust me, my dear friend. This suit looks like it was made for you. You must keep it, a gift from me to you.

[lowficharm]

[okay fair but also (panic)]

Well-- it-- I'll wear it. I mean, keep it, I-- you don't need to work on it. It's, it's the least I can do to not make you do work for your own wedding.

[He can't possibly refuse when they're being so instent and also so sweet about it all.]

Do you... think it'll be okay? That people can... y-you know. See me like this?

[ruevealing]

[They move their great disguised paw to his shoulder, squeezing affectionately.]

My friend, give yourself the chance to be seen. Truly, it is a terrifying thing to step out into the spotlight after a lifetime of staying in the shadows, but I promise, you will not go alone. I shall be with each and every step of the way.

[lowficharm]

[Oh what if he cried right here though? What if he just burst into tears? Who knows! Not him! But he sure does look deeply, deeply touched at the sentiment.]

Thank you, Rue. It-- It's terrifying, but. I believe you.

[He will lose this confidence on stage at the metric speed of sound, but until then...]

Well, uhm, s-show me where I have to go I guess! For uh, for the performance.