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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If I turn off the professional necromancer side of my brain, sure.

[What ghost stories have to do with small explosions she doesn't know, but she is ready to find out.]

Okay. I'll tell you a ghost story, but you've gotta lead me in first.

[a forewarning though, both this intro and the ghost story itself are going to be incredibly, incredibly stupid.]

Right before you toss another handful of science dust in the fire, say something mysterious. Like, I dunno, "Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story ..."

Something like that.

[Dave ... don't try to bring back '90s era Nickelodeon!!]

[you're lucky she spent more of the 90s outside trying to do magic than watching creepy kids' shows, dave]

That sounds good and spooky.

[grabs the powder bucket and scoots around to the other side of the fire, because a silhouette setting off an explosion looks cooler than a girl with a handful of flour]

[oh hell yes. Dave straightens a bit, backs up a bit, just in case — and that's the only apparent indication that he's excited about seizing the opportunity to secure such an important reference.]

All right, I'm ready when you are.

[Sprinkling a thin handful of sugar into the fire, letting it spark while she speaks. Bonus perks to professionally summoning hellhounds and the dead? You get real good at the deep and spooky announcer voice.]

Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story ...

[and then WHOOSH goes the rest of the flour explosion]

[Dave certainly has the solemn expression of someone who's skilled at spinning a spooky yarn or two — but alas, he is the wrong twin for the job.]

[so his title delivery is just more deadpan than anything. the title itself isn't really anything to write home about, either.]

The tale of that one horrible punning fish ghost fresh out of the crypt.

[are fishes buried in crypts, is that a thing]

Go on.

[this one was! well, it was more of a palace. she was meant to be a future fish empress, you see.]

Okay, well — this is a story about pretty much the most annoying ghosts on the planet. Which, now that I'm thinkin' about it, that turn of phrase doesn't even make sense. What planet are we talking about? As if it weren't obvious to both parties here that there are all kinds of planets with their own batches of complete weirdos on board. I'm not really giving you a proper frame of reference on how annoying they were.

[......]

Jupiter. They were as annoying as the size of planet Jupiter.

Anyway, if you're unlucky enough to find yourself wandering through the afterlife, you might run into them. And they're really good at being run into. The fish one, when she isn't tryin' to gank literally everybody and lettin' loose with fish puns every other word, she's trying to recruit a bunch of other ghosts into her army to fight The Incredible Hulk — like, carp diem or something.

[Dave doesn't seem to realize he himself just let loose with a fish pun. he just keeps going. i'm so sorry, Eliza.]

That's not even getting into the messed up metaphysical ideas she had, like trying to "be" someone else just 'cause it was a possible option. That doesn't even make any sense — if you had a spirit army you're supposed to be building, why would you be wasting time "being" somebody else?

She had this spider ghost friend, too, but to be honest it's hard to remember much about what her deal was, aside from a few things that came up later, because she wouldn't shut up.

[pot, kettle, etc. he's self-aware on that, at least. maybe?]

This was a pretty shitty ghost story, sorry about that. To be honest, I really was just geared up for the TV show reference we just did.

[She tried her best to keep track of that, but you lost her after Jupiter.]

...Was the TV reference the fire thing or was it somewhere in the fish story?

[that's fair, that's about the point Dave lost track, too.]

[also, unfortunately, the entire story is true.]

The fire thing. It was about some Canadian kids sitting around the campfire telling stories about pool monsters and fun houses.

Oh! Well, glad I could contribute.

SUMMER FESTIVAL: TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS

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