EVENT LOG: HÆIÐRS-MINNI

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Hæiðrs-Minni event log
When: November 16
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!

morning: the funeral

The morning sun is lost behind clouds that pour in an endless rain, casting the city into a dark and gloomy shadow. The streets of Asgard are almost entirely empty, although hardly a soul can be found indoors either. Everyone is gathered instead at the riverbank on the castle grounds, where a series of boats are tethered along the short and gently tugging with the current. The native Asgardians place gifts, food, and personal belongings into the boats in memory of their lost loved ones.

Whether you've lost someone, were lost yourself, or carry some other loss within you, the natives invite you to place your own offerings in the boats to send off your sorrows together.

Several hours into the morning, once everyone has had their chance to fill the boats, Heimdall gives a short speech honoring those that fell in the recent battle as the boats are let loose down the river. Honir fires an arrow towards the last one to float away, and Odin lights it on fire as it soars overhead, the single arrow splitting into a wave of shooting stars that strike each boat dead center. The boats alight all at once, and even with the rain pouring overhead, they continue to burn as they float gently out of sight, carrying everyone's grief away with them.

all day: the dedication

Throughout the rest of the day, many of Asgard's residents seem to buzz around Firar Samka, the cultural museum in Mimir's district. A new wing has been added to document Asgard's recent triumphs, but most especially to honor the unexpected stalwart allies of the kingdom: you, the Wanderers from other worlds. This display was added to memorialize the lengths you've gone to in the name of protecting and preserving life within the realm, the core purpose of Asgard in its entirety. You are heroes among gods and this exhibit seeks to portray that for all to see.

As you wander through the display, you might see childish drawings of familiar people fighting a massive dragon, or a large painted mural of solemn faces standing off against an army of ghoulish figures. Skadi can be found beside these, sometimes twisting them into eerie motion or placing a new piece somewhere along the halls.

Elsewhere, you can find Njord alone or accompanied by some human skalds as they sing or read poetry or even sometimes reenact part of the battles against the Red Death and the Army of the Dead. Your characters can watch or join, and they might even hear their own names mentioned among the reverence and song. This is the story of Asgard and the Wanderers conquering death, and you're right at the center of it.

evening: the feast

To end the day on a high note, everyone is invited to Nādhirhöll in Tyr's district, where the entire banquet hall has been decked out in so many colors and leaves and lights that it might feel like walking into an overgrown forest tightly held in the grips of a sparkling autumn. With the growing success of the distilleries in Njord's district, vodka and ales are passed around freely alongside the mountains of food available on tables in every room. People dance and sing and lounge around the leaves with laughter and a joyful appreciation of life in the air.

If your character joins the party, they might notice themselves feeling more warm and relaxed over the course of the evening. They might have the unusual inclination to be more physically affectionate with people and vocally declare their appreciation to them. Deep in this glittering "forest," it is easy to feel lost in the warmth and comfort of good company and relative safety.

This party continues into the morning of the next day, something that many may not realize as deeply wrapped in an artificial forest as they may be. The effects of the curse fade as everyone stumbles their way out of Nādhirhöll, leaving a heavy blanket of strangely warm exhaustion behind. It's been a long and potentially emotional day, but the city seems to be brought together under a shared relief and a new tomorrow.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for Hæiðrs-Minni! There are various goings-on throughout the day to acknowledge past strife and be grateful for a projected future. If you have any questions or need any help, please let us know on the mod contact page! ]

Comments

Turgon | OTA

[hikikomori_king]

Mourning

Turgon is familiar with grief - not all that long ago he lost in quick succession sister, father, cousin and then brother, and so many more of his kin are lost or unknown.

Tears Unnumbered shall ye shed had been the prophecy, and it has proven true.

He has not lost anyone here, but his tale of losses is long, and long indeed. In the rain who can tell if the dampness on his cheeks are tears as he kneels at the urging of the natives to place a small white stone, engraven with the sigil of his father's house.

He stands watching as the boats go out and is still there, staring out into the distance as the flames finally flicker out and die.

The Feast

He comes and finds a quiet corner to settle in with a drink and a plate, watching the leaves fall and folk dance with wistful melacholy. As the night wears on, the wistfullness fades and he smiles more. He might even be inclined to hug those he knows well, if they come up to chat.

the feast

[tealeafs]

Perhaps it's a good thing that Chizuru didn't run into him earlier - she may have fussed quite a bit if she had seen him mourning before. Not that she isn't fussing now, mind you, just less so. Him sitting by himself could just be that he likes having some alone time, but it's still a little sad to Chizuru to see someone all alone, let alone someone she recognizes.

So she makes her way through the crowds of people until she ends up where he is sitting, giving Turgon a small smile.

"Good evening." She bows just slightly in greeting. "Do you mind if I join you here for a moment..?"

[hikikomori_king]

"Lady Chizuru" He looks up and smiles.

"No, of course not. Come and sit. Are you enjoying the feast?"

[tealeafs]

"Thank you."

She sits down to make herself comfortable, smiling at him.

"Yes, I'm enjoying myself though. It's so pretty here.. All warm and cozy too." Especially with all the people celebrating. It reminds her a lot of the celebrations back home, despite the vastly different setting. "It's nice to see everyone so cheerful again after how gloomy things were earlier today, huh..?"

[hikikomori_king]

"Indeed." He nods.

"The atmosphere is... almost comforting, I would say. I feel much happier comparatively speaking! Is it so for you also?"

[tealeafs]

Chizuru nods. "You're right."

Not that she thinks it's due to any special effect or something like that - she has no idea. She just figures it must be since obviously the atmosphere at a party would be much different than one at a funeral. That's how things work where she's from, anyway.

"Are you alright though? It's been such a long day.." Or it feels like it, anyway. Emotionally heavy days always seem more drawn out.

[hikikomori_king]

Neither of them have realised it yet, but Turgon is far more relaxed than he should be, considering

"It has." He agrees. "But I find that the longer I sit here, the easier it is to manage the grief of earlier. Perhaps because my own grief is not so near. Or perhaps it's the drink. Is it so for you?"

[tealeafs]

"Well, I haven't been drinking yet, so maybe it's not that.. But I do agree that I feel much different from this morning."

Granted, it's not like Chizuru was incredibly sad this morning - she's had worse moments of grief back home, even though obviously the funeral display did not leave her untouched. But she was so busy fussing over other people that she almost had no time to be sad..

"Do you maybe enjoy being around people, especially when they're having fun? I thought that's what was making me feel better now.."

[hikikomori_king]

"Not really." He shrugs. "I am a fairly private person." He looks out at crowd.

"But... I had a very large family, growing up. Perhaps this is something comforting, in that way."

Morning

[mindseer]

What did she have with her when she got down and put in a 'gift' as well? It looked like a multicolored scarf, one that she'd dyed one color after another, almost like a rainbow. Kind of, on the surface of things, a strange gift to give, but the truth was that it was very fitting.

Everyone she'd lost in her own life? They had a different color to their blood, all the colors in the rainbow. The girl had definitely lost her fair share, even if she'd reach a state of peace. It was a rare, slightly sober moment and for once she only had her blindfold around her shoulders, not her eyes. Glancing over to Turgon, she nodded quietly.

[hikikomori_king]

Grief recognises Grief, and they have shared little bits of their stories, Terezi and he.

He nods back at her quietly, and as the last glow flickers and fades he turns deliberately away from the water and offers his arm to her.

"Shall we go inside? Or are you needing to be alone?" His own voice is quieter than it might be, but it does not disguise the roughness of one who has been weeping.

[mindseer]

"Eh, wouldn't say no to the company at the moment. Good to know you're holding up alright. You help manage things back here during the fighting?" She took his arm and walked along quietly. The physical contact was a little odd, but she got the feeling it was more normal for him than her.

For the moment, she was taking her time with her thoughts. The whole situation was ... a little odd and somber, really.

[hikikomori_king]

"Yes." he nods, walking with no real destination except 'away'.

"Did you go out? The wall is repaired, although I will need to go back over it, now we have time, to ensure my rushed repairs will hold."

[mindseer]

'Away' was good. Nothing wrong with Away. In fact, away was pretty much the direction she'd have suggested, so she was absolutely on board with following him.

"Mmmm? Yeah... they needed my nose. Can use it to help track... help 'em find the target," she murmured softly. "They did the heavy fighting, but I could get them there..."

[hikikomori_king]

"I see. You were not injured?"

[mindseer]

"It's a war, so definitely injured. Had my arm busted up by one of the others when they went rogue. It's not too bad. I'm not upset by it, but you definitely don't get into a fight without expecting to get scraped up some." That was just the nature of being in a strife.

[hikikomori_king]

He grimaces. "At least it was only minor." He agrees. "Are you healing well now?"

The Feast

[beefaroni]

Hey, teach. Asterios is passing by, mostly to grab more food, when... an attempted hug is made??? He blinks down at Turgon, not quite understanding the gesture. Is he being stopped? Grappled?

"What is it...?"

Re: The Feast

[hikikomori_king]

Fortunately not even Asgard can make Turgon very touchy feely so its a quick, back-slapping sorta hug.

"Asterios! How are you, my friend?"

[beefaroni]

It's still weird, no matter how you slice it.

Hm. How is he?

"... Hungry."

[hikikomori_king]

It could be worse, it could be his brother Fingon here instead.

"Then you must eat! Come, come, my friend, let us to the tables and fill your plate. Have you tried the ale?"

[beefaroni]

"Ale?" he repeats. Guess it's time for another lesson!

"What is... ale?"

[hikikomori_king]

"Ah! Tis alcohol. There are many forms. Normally I prefer wine, myself, but the ale here is quite good. And wine is not to everyone's taste, I find. Come, come, this way."

He'll even fill the cup and thrust it at Asterios.

[beefaroni]

Alcohol, he knows that word. But given the cup, he blinks at it, gives a sniff, then takes a sip.

"... Strange."

[hikikomori_king]

"Go careful." Turgon cautions.

"I do not know how strong it is, and if you are unused to it, it might be too much."