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Consort Jing, Lin Xinyao [林訢瑤] ([personal profile] tranquilforest) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2018-07-07 09:37 pm

SUMMER FESTIVAL: TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS



It’s something like summer here at the Temple of Beginnings, or close enough to it. The weather’s been rainy and hazy for the past little while, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find some way to enjoy ourselves, right?

The day dawns cloudy and drizzly, but people seem determined to carry on anyway. The space slowly takes recognizable shape as a festival, even if a small one. There are tents set up outside, some of which are transformed into game opportunities, complete with prizes (some of an...interesting nature), surprisingly sophisticated target shooting games, ring toss, and other activities of skill and chance. A few more become stations for the food and drink that had been prepared, and the rest consist of chairs under canopies for people to sit and talk in case the rain continues.

Luckily, as the day goes on, the rain stops and the clouds move on, until the blue of the sky is visible once again. By early afternoon, there are only a few scattered clouds still remaining, and it seems likely that the weather will hold true for the evening. Strings of paper lanterns and other decorations are brought out and hung between the different stalls, around the makeshift stage, and placed at the tables. Some pots of bamboo are brought out and set in two clusters at either end of the line of tents. Each cluster has a corresponding table with strips of colorful paper and pens laid out carefully on a table and weighted down with rocks to prevent them from flying off.

A handful of figures come out and inspect the set-up, focusing especially on a shallow ditch that had been dug earlier, now drained and lined with weighted down tarp and rocks, running parallel to the tents and curving to end abruptly just beyond the fire pit and the stage at both ends. After some discussion between them, there is a flash of flame, as though something were burning, and then the strangest thing happens. The ditch fills with fresh, clear water. Even after a few hours, the water doesn't drain away or grow stagnant, still flowing somehow despite having nowhere to come from or go to.

The sunset that day is a brilliant, auspicious red, and evening sets in with a cooling breeze refreshing everyone outside. As the first stars appear, the lanterns are set alight, the music starts, and the first performer steps out onto the stage, surrounded by floating light.



SUMMER FESTIVAL
Welcome to the summer(ish) festival for Astoria’s Circle! We hope you have a wonderful time.

Layout
Even from the buildings that are actually being lived in, the lights of the festival are visible. If you strain your ears just a bit, you may even hear some music being played in the distance, muffled by the stone walls. Why don’t you come join in?

Once arriving at the festival itself, you may be struck first by how bright it is. Light seems to be a theme, from the bonfire set up in one of the firepits closest to the rest of the complex, the lanterns strung up between the tents and stalls that are set up in a line leading from the other buildings towards the gated sparring area that you may already have availed yourself of. Just in front of that area is a makeshift stage, little more than a raised platform of wood and stone, also lit up well by additional lanterns.

Opposite the tents is the river.

It might not seem that exciting at first. It’s hardly a river, really, just a shallow trench of water about seven feet wide and one foot deep, lined with rocks along the bank closest to the tents, stretching in a not quite parallel path opposite the stalls and tents that have been set up, beginning at the stage and ending near the bonfire. The water is crystal clear and clean, and murmurs as if it is flowing from some unseen source, but it’s not clear where it is coming from at all. As the night goes on, and more people take the opportunity to make floating paper lanterns at the station located close by, the little stream itself lights up, the water reflecting the lights, and just beyond, the stars in the sky.



EVENTS:

Sign-in
While definitely not mandatory, in the direct path from the living quarters to the festival itself, there’s a table set up with sheets of paper and writing utensils where you can sign-in. Let us know (ICly!) who you are. Maybe add a fun fact about yourself. Or draw doodles all over the pages. Whatever floats your boat.

Wishes

As is traditional in the home countries of some members of the Circle, there are some bamboo trees in pots set up on either side of the little river, and tables close by with colored strips on loops of string and pens. Write down a wish, or anything you’d like, really, and hang it from the bamboo. Or, browse the bamboo yourself and see if you find anything interesting. Later on after midnight, they’ll be burned for luck!

Games
You’ll find the usual games in the various stalls, some with a decidedly cobbled together look, using what materials were available at the temple, and some with a little more sophistication, thanks to the particular gifts of those within the Circle. Try your hand at shooting a target, a game of chance, or take over a stall yourself and introduce your fellow Circle members to something you used to play at home. There may or may not be prizes involved, depending on which stall you find yourself at.

Food
You’ll find your usual fair fare, though with a decidedly cosmopolitan flair. The foods themselves are somewhat limited by what was easily obtainable within the Temple itself (or improvised), and some Circle members may have contributed decidedly experimental dishes. It really is a potluck, so take a look and see what interests you! Strike up a conversation with your fellow diners as you pick up your food and then find a table to sit at, but keep in mind that most of these are home made by others here, so the cook may be close by, listening…

Performance
What’s a festival without any entertainment? In addition to the music being played on speakers in the background by our very capable DJ, there is also a stage where you can show off your gifts. In addition to singing or other traditional performances, this is an opportunity to demonstrate any interesting abilities or gifts you might have, including new ones you may have gained upon arriving at the Temple! There is an additional sign-up sheet near the stage, so write your name down and what you plan to perform, and we look forward to seeing what you can do.

Bonfire

It’s a really big fire. Enough said (hopefully). Sit and relax, or chat with those around you. If you’re lucky, there may even be some additional entertainment. At a little after midnight, the bamboo bearing the wishes will be burned here and the festival closed for the night.

Lanterns
If you’d like to give it a try, there’s a small station set up where you can make your own lantern out of paper! You can choose from one that floats in the air or on the water (or both, no one’s policing this). Make your own design, and let it fly aloft or float on the water with the other lanterns, chat with others who are working, or just settle down by the water and watch the lanterns and the stars.


**If your character (even if you were just accepted!) would like to participate in the set-up for the impromptu festival at any point, or just wander around and ask what’s going on, please feel free! All the set-up would have been occurring in the space between the TDM and this post. If your character would like to handwave having helped set up, this post is also an option!

(( Set Up: OutdoorsSet Up: IndoorsSign-InBamboo WishesGamesFoodTablesPerformancesBonfireLanternsClean-Up ✧ or your own!))
parttimes: (wot in mutation)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You got it.

[He seems to have a system going, which makes this easy; Kou will get to wiping, though as he does... he may as well make conversation.]

Hey... you're new here, right? I haven't seen you around, I think.
parttimes: (where are you--making your way to mordor)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm... yeah, I guess so. You're committed then, you know? You can't say "just kidding" or something, and pretend like you didn't mean it.

[A beat; he glances from the tree to Geir, and...pauses.

Oh.]


Hey--do you need help writing one down?
parttimes: (they don't let their tub tub)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Um....]

Are you sure you don't have the wrong person...?

[WHAT KINDNESS....

(Shut up, Kou.)]


Anyway, where to first?
parttimes: (wot in mutation)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's me. Melting in desert heat and pleasant, cool evening weather alike.

[His dry tone is absolutely making it a deadpan joke.

He shifts to look at Dave properly, though.]


What's up, Strider?
parttimes: (Satan)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kou just frowns a bit at that and reaches up to grab Akira's hand to move it out of the way.

No.

(Hi, Akira.)]
parttimes: (I think your daughter made a deal with)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whoa!! He wasn't expecting for there to suddenly be one (1) cute girl blocking his line of sight, but he's quick to sit up to look at her properly, blinking.]

Oh...

[She is doing clean up, but...]

Yeah, I am, but you sure? I can get it, you don't have to clean up after me.
funneral: (i wish i didn't)

[personal profile] funneral 2018-07-09 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Only occasionally.

[Antigone wonders vaugley if she should be having the conversation with a minor, and decides that it won't do much harm. If the teens of Piffling Vale can handle it, they all can. Mathematical induction, or something.]

It's the only thing I have at hand.
purrtagonist: (You punch the fire)

[personal profile] purrtagonist 2018-07-09 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[hey. . .]

[immediately sticks his other hand in front of Kou's face, too]
parttimes: (death. he found death.)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey............ rude.

A sigh. Fine. He'll lift his head properly.]


What's up, Akira?
bowtiedbones: (46)

[personal profile] bowtiedbones 2018-07-09 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds just a little extreme??
parttimes: (haha adorable brick)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[What if we just have even more threads because

Kou is definitely investigating the smell of this curry, expression curious.]


Can't say I am, no. You made this?

[Ooooh...]
bowtiedbones: (32)

[personal profile] bowtiedbones 2018-07-09 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Right? Like, how rude. But if you have a beauitful marshmallow to show off instead, well then!

[present the skewered marshmallow, tada, then sticks it down near the coals. observe!]

The best spot to cook them is going to be nearish the base of the fire. If you have it in the flames, that's what will catch. Some people do like them charred, though.
parttimes: (I think your daughter made a deal with)

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huuuh...]

Hey. [Long time no see amidst the El Minha disasteer, but--]

Did you make this...?
bowtiedbones: (3)

[personal profile] bowtiedbones 2018-07-09 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but I'm shorter than at least a few people here, not even counting Geir and Daylight.

[She could get a stool or something to reach the tippy top, but eh. she shrugs, crumpling up one of her wishes and sticking it safely in her pocket instead]

I'll just hang up something less private.
Edited 2018-07-09 19:47 (UTC)
parttimes: (where are you--making your way to mordor)

b;

[personal profile] parttimes 2018-07-09 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Shouldn't be, but it totally is.

[Sup. Kou couldn't help but notice that light show a bit, and so he's coming closer, expression curious.]

We all got saddled with some weird sort of magic--what'd you end up with?
funneral: (in the ground on time)

[personal profile] funneral 2018-07-09 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...good. Good.

[Antigone strokes her cheek absent-mindely and takes that second bite. No hives this time.]

It's just that I have. A lot of allergies, I mean.
bleps: (76)

[personal profile] bleps 2018-07-09 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[The slightest lift of a brow, maybe only mildly surprised. The visor is noted, of course — impossible not to — and despite the obvious markings on his jacket (“ANDROID” on the back and “RK800” on the front, quite visible), Connor is safe in assuming that it has something to do with asking for his ‘designation’. Everyone else asks for names. It’s too specific of a label, otherwise, to request.

Connor shifts his weight, turning to face Geordi properly.]


I’m an RK800, though model numbers don’t mean much to anyone here. My name, however, is Connor.

[An idle glance at the marshmallow, roasting in the flames, before looking back at the man. Via loose conjecture, he feels comfortable in asking:]

You must have experience with machine entities? No one here has asked for my designation before.
Edited 2018-07-09 19:50 (UTC)
shuwarin: (pic#12307907)

roulette me baby

[personal profile] shuwarin 2018-07-09 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ upon noticing that this festival has a stage, Aya has kept her eyes trained on the performers that have taken to it. each of them have brought their own talents to the crowd, but the one that really captivates her are the group of young men dressed in yukatas. the confidence and crispness that they perform with gets her heart pounding in a way that only idols can, and she feels a burst of courage that brings her to meet them offstage. ]

That was amazing! All of you as a unit... You really shined as idols!

[ if Aya's eyes could sparkle, they would be. she's more into girl groups in terms of personal taste, but there's no doubt that these guys really have the stage presence of true blue professionals. consider her a fan! ]
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[personal profile] funneral 2018-07-09 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[Grumble grumble. Antigone was so focused on her work - a funeral boat lantern complete with a little paper man - she didn't notice someone approached her. She looks from Celes to the lanterns and takes her a moment for the request to sink it.

In a softer tone:]
...oh. Alright. The skull or the coffin?
bowtiedbones: (22)

[personal profile] bowtiedbones 2018-07-09 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The marshmallows are puffed up sugar, and then the s'more is a toasted marshmallow sandwiched on chocolate and graham cracker.

[Flaps her free hand at where she set up a small pile of ingredients, with a plate of cracker-and-chocolates waiting to be loaded up.]

There's also variations! Like adding on peanut butter or strawberry slices.
bowtiedbones: (19)

[personal profile] bowtiedbones 2018-07-09 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep!

[And she's pretty proud of herself for it. heck yeah, explosions!]

There's snacks too though, if you want those. Flour and sugar smells good, but it doesn't taste like much!
purrtagonist: (Two Clerics walk into a frog)

[personal profile] purrtagonist 2018-07-09 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[an amused snort, and Akira drops into the chair next to Kou]

Enjoying the peace and quiet?
purrtagonist: you put a fish on the moon (Don’t look at me like that)

[personal profile] purrtagonist 2018-07-09 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw.

[a wave of his hand; he wasn't being serious]

Alternatively, just make sure your wish isn't something you want the world knowing. Some people are too curious to care about privacy.
purrtagonist: (I cast Cure Wounds so we can make Bacon)

[personal profile] purrtagonist 2018-07-09 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[BECAUSE IS A GOOD REASON FOR THIS]

Mmm.

[that's a noise of affirmation as he takes another sip of his drink. which is, by the way, most definitely coffee. Kou can smell that, too.]

Nothing like hot curry on a slightly rainy day, right?
bowtiedbones: (53)

[personal profile] bowtiedbones 2018-07-09 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Plan B wish it is then!

[shoves one of her written wishes into her pocket]