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EVENT LOG: HÆIÐRS-MINNI
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! ]
What: the Hæiðrs-Minni event log
When: November 16
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!
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.
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.
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! ]
Feast
[Terezi was currently dressed in a rather simple, light blue dress. It was plain enough that there was a not inconsiderable possibility that she'd asked to borrow it from her moirail. ...or that she'd picked it out for her. But the fact was that she was actually attempting to dress appropriately for this party. That was very close to a borderline miracle.
Hell, the flower wreath in her hair and the lack of blindfold might have been just enough of a reason that she was harder to recognize. She glanced back over her shoulder, blank white eyes regarding Wen Qing curiously with a raised eyebrow.]
Who? Me? Ehehehe, I mean sure, but it won't do much for me.
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[Crowds made it hard to be aware of everyone; she almost hadn't seen Terezi before the troll had stepped into her field of view. Not that she would have given the troll wine in the first place, if Terezi was much younger than Wen Qing then would she not be too young for wine-?
Then again, she's a whole different species????]
Should you drink wine? Do your people have an equivalent?
[Not that Wen Qing is planning to give Terezi any either way, she knows kids love bluffing about things they technically shouldn't have. But she respects Terezi enough to ask directly. And the fashion is nice, though Wen Qing doesn't comment on it.]
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[Ahem. She did snicker some and gave her a pretty big little grin as she said it. For once? She wasn't actually bluffing here.]
Troll biology's kind of different from humans. I hear most of the ones that knew us thought they were weird. So, how well you handle your alcohol? You don't seem the slobering drunk sort, really, like a couple friends back home.
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We don’t have sodas where I come from.
[What’s carbonation??]
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[She nodded, smirking and tilting her nose to sniff in the direction of where the other drinks are.]
And I pretty much assume you can handle whatever it is you can drink. You don't act like Rose or I used to with the soporifics, and ... no offense? You kind of come off just a little too stuffy to let yourself get drunk.
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[She’s had sweetened desserts, and they were nice, but to flavor your drink with the stuff was new. And seemed rather silly, when honey or malt sugar did not just grow on trees.]
And you're right. I watch my drink.
[Wen Qing takes no offense at Terezi’s comment. Obviously if she was going to indulge in drink she wasn't going to do it in front of a crowd of randos.]
I'm not the stuffiest though, surprising as that may be to your troublemaker brain.
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[She shrugged. This wasn't something that she fully understood really. She knew what she liked, but it was like liking beer but never visiting a brewery to know the fermentation process.]
Pfffft. You're not the stuffiest I know, no. I know one a lot stuffier than you. Doesn't make you not stuffy, eheh.
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[Terezi hadn't exactly shown her most chaotic side, so she isn't quite labelled a rascal in Wen Qing’s mind. And she's not really offended by being called stuffy- when you're a young adult things like “I bet you do your taxes” aren't really insulting anymore.]
If trolls get intoxicated by flavoured sugar water, is the effect the same for desserts?
[That stuff is heavily sweetened too. Which would be a shame, some of them were pretty good.]
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Hehe, Hmmm... yeah. We kind of have to pay attention to anything that's too sweet. It's not 'as' bad, but the carbonation, that fizzy water plus the sugary goodness seems to be the think-pan rotting stuff.
I haven't tried much of that 'nutrasweet' jazz, figure it might be like drinking non-alcoholic beer?
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Wen Qing huffs. She clearly hasn't heard of that either.]
I'm not sure if I should bother understanding your food or not.
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[She shook her head resolutely. She really wasn't sure about that stuff or if it was a horrible idea, or some vile poison to trolls. Who knew?]
Humans make up weird words almost as often as we do.