acatalepsy_logs | 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: Outdoors ✧ Set Up: Indoors ✧ Sign-In ✧ Bamboo Wishes ✧ Games ✧ Food ✧ Tables ✧ Performances ✧ Bonfire ✧ Lanterns ✧ Clean-Up ✧ or your own!))

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[She laughs outright at that, and reaching for a larger sheet of paper nearby, she begins folding. A minute later, and she offers him a tiny origami samurai hat.]

Consider your wish granted.

[oh my god]

[he has to press his knuckles against his mouth to suppress his laughter and maintain an even, deadpan expression. it takes a moment, but he manages]

Why, thank you. [and he holds out his hand to take the origami hat] I think that's a wish-granting time world record.

[Minako's eyes gleam as she sticks the hat on his thumb, her own face unable to hide a quirk at her lips despite wanting to match his deadpan look. She bows very formally, though, a complete 90 degree angle from her waist, and quick enough that her ponytail flops over her head.]

I'm honored to have the title. Please consider me in the future if you would like a wish granted.

Aye aye, Fairy Godmother-san.

[wags his thumb at her as soon as she straightens. his battle-ready thumb. seriously, this thumb would OWN a thumb war]

Or do you prefer Genie-san?

Noooo, don't call me a Fairy Godmother-- and don't use "san" with me either. I'm not that old.

[She shoots him an amused grin, starting to fold another origami hat. Except a much bigger version, because she wants to wear it.]

Minako's fine. Or "Mina", if you really have to give me a nickname.

[dang she's good at this origami thing. his proficiency is maxed and all he can do is make bombs-- I mean, what]

Moving kind of fast, are we?

[but no, he's grateful. the honorifics are just for a show of politeness, anyway. . . he feels way more comfortable when he can bypass them entirely]

Mina it is. You can call me-- [and at that moment, a green lizard skitters out of his pocket, traveling up his arm until it comes to a stop on his shoulder. it's a gecko!! a gecko who is now wearing a tiny origami samurai hat] -- Lord Lizardton the Third, Master of Geckos.

Or, you know, Akira's fine too.

Nice to meet you, Akira! [An arch of a delicate eyebrow.] Are you really a master of geckos, or is that a pet?

[Because...she wouldn't put it past that Astoria lady, giving someone powers over geckos in this place.]

[it is exactly the kind of weird power Astoria would give people, but alas. it isn't Akira's]

I'm kidding.

[at least he doesn't run a joke into the ground]

Iwai's a stowaway from El Minha. He hangs out in my pockets now.

[so. yes, a pet. or his lizard son. his answer changes depending on his mood]

Awwww, that's so cute. Hi, Iwai!

[Minako leans in and coos at the gecko for a moment.]

El Minha-- I'm not sure where that is, but my puppy friend was brought into this world with me. Korochaaaaan?

[She turns to raise the call, and soon after scrabbling claws can be heard as a silver, red eyed shiba inu runs and skids to a stop at Minako's feet.]

There you are, boy. Say hi to Akira and Iwai, Koromaru.

[He blinks up and yips politely, tail wagging.]

Whoa--

[DOG!! Akira starts once when Koromaru comes running, because the last thing he expected to see was a shiba inu bolting through the crowds. but even though dog is not cat, he lets out a huffed laugh and crouches down anyway, fingers digging into the fur behind Koro-chan's ears. Koromaru is a distinguished gentleman who deserves many pets]

Nobody told you about El Minha?

[oh boy. he hopes this new arrival got the 411 as far as world hopping and saving is concerned]

You're about to do a lot of traveling, so it's lucky you've got a companion to tag along with you.

[Koromaru whuffs into Akira's face in approval of his ear scritches, tail wagging. Minako similarly approves of how good Akira is being to Koromaru, though his question has her smile turning sheepish.]

I was told! It was just...you know. A lot. Information overload.

[Also she was trying not to have a lot of depressing feelings in front of Astoria or anyone else.]

As long as I've got him, I think I'll be okay. It'd be nice to group up with other people, though. I'm more used to working with a team.

[well. . . he can't blame her for the information overload. it's a lot to take in at once, and she seems to be taking it in stride]

So am I.

[he thinks nothing of that similarity, instead focusing his attention on petting Koromaru as intensely as possible. good dog!1 dog may not be a cat, but Akira approves, anyway]

Not teams this big, mind you. But everyone here so far seems pretty willing to work together.

[Koromaru thumps his tail against the floor and gives Akira a big lick over his face. Thank you for the pets!!!]

I guess we'd all kind of have to be, if we were special enough to be chosen to save multiple worlds across the universe. But I'm still glad to hear it. Group projects are so much easier when everyone pitches in, you know? [She puffs out her cheeks.] Nobody likes getting saddled with all the responsibility.

[-- well, Akira would respond, but he's wearing glasses so. that big ol' lick to the face? sends him sputtering, those glasses suddenly hanging lopsided on his ears as he leans back in surprise]

Ack-- [DOG!!] Y-- yeah, I agree. Easy, I need those. . .!

[no you don't Akira those glasses are FAKE]

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