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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! ]
hikikomori_king: (Default)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-11-22 05:52 am (UTC)(link)

He winces a little at 'nicer'.

"Perhaps in some ways." He allows.

"I am a builder and an architect." He smiles. "Those basic skills I have here also, of course. But I cannot hear the song of the stone, in this world, to aid me in my work. I have built two cities now, beautiful Vinyamar by the sea, and my Ondolinde, Gondolin, in the common tongue, my hidden city in the mountains."

yiling_laozu: (Bright.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-22 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian's face brightens the longer Turgon speaks. A builder, and one to whom stone once spoke! Everything about the man is elegant - on first glance, Wei Wuxian had nearly felt like he was meeting the Twin Jades of Gusu Lan all over again. He must have made fine cities indeed.

"We are building a rice paddy," he confides. "Perhaps Lord Turgon could lend an eye to the structure somehow. And - " Wei Wuxian further drops his voice, not wishing to offend the gods. "Make it pleasing to the eye? The structures here are all so...rectangular. Like great big boxes made of stone!"
hikikomori_king: (laugh)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-11-23 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs softly at that, and then blinks, somewhat startled at how easily he could laugh.

(But the young man is bright, and enthusiastic, and something in Turgon remembers other bright souls in his life)

"I can look, if you like." He smiles. "At the moment I am mainly responsible for rebuilding the destroyed homes of Asgard, but the Native folk are swift and eager learners, and I have a little more time now than I did before. What sort of dreams did you have for what it would look like?"
yiling_laozu: (Fields.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-25 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
He has a nice laugh, and new warmth blooms in Wei Wuxian's chest. "Ah!" he says, reaching into his robes to produce a little book of blank pages and a pen. The latter has taken some getting used to after the brushes of home, but Wei Wuxian has gotten the hang of it now.

He flips past a few sketches of Lan Wangji and one of Hector, setting his pen to the paper to quickly draw out the broader details of Lotus Pier. "I grew up on the river," he explains as he draws. "I was taken in by a powerful clan, so the Lotus Pier is much nicer than anything I expect to have in Asgard, but something like this," he says, lifting the page to Lord Turgon's eyes.
hikikomori_king: (smile)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-11-25 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" He admires it. "How lovely! All the flowers in the water... those are your lotus, yes? I wonder if we could grow them here, as well."
yiling_laozu: (Wistful.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-26 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"They are, yes," says Wei Wuxian, gazing down at the sketched flowers with softness in his dark eyes. "It is my dearest hope that we can grow them on the river here. As a..." The funeral was only a few hours ago, and though Wei Wuxian has cleaned himself up since then, sadness is still too quick to rise in his breast. "A tribute to one who is gone."
hikikomori_king: (ruler)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-11-26 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Turgon reaches across to touch Wuxian's arm in understanding.

"Then I will do my best to help you design a suitable tribute." He says quietly and firmly.

"The lost deserve to be remembered."
yiling_laozu: (Quiet.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-12-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian swallows around the sudden ache in his throat as he nods. He's an optimist despite all that he's been through, but even Wei Wuxian has learned not to always expect compassion. But Lord Turgon proves himself just as kind as his noble bearing suggests, and Wei Wuxian smiles. "Her spirit is at rest," he says, "And in another world far beyond this one. Remembering her is the only way she remains alive."

[accidental holiday slowatus, mea culpa]
hikikomori_king: (solemn)

/patpatpat Holidays do that <3

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-12-04 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"And we will make sure to remember her well." He nods. "Tell me what she liked? We can try and incorporate motifs from her life."
yiling_laozu: (A biscuit.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-12-05 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Her clan's color was purple," Wei Wuxian answers. "And she loved lotuses, and to cook for her brothers," he adds, though he's not sure how that translates to a structure. All his memories of shijie are of a warm heart and kind smiles, of affection towards him as boundless as a mother's.

"And she loved peonies," he adds without grimacing, no small feat when he thinks of the flowers of the clan she'd married into. "Very much."
hikikomori_king: (Default)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-12-05 05:34 am (UTC)(link)

"Hm." Turgon eyes the design thoughtfully and reaches for the charcoal pencil he keeps up his sleeve.

"Well we could certainly use purple as our primary color, but that might be a little garish. Better, I think, to use it to highlight key features. As for lotus and peonies... We could carve those, I think. The two flowers twining together... like this perhaps?"

yiling_laozu: (Gasp!)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-12-07 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian gazes down at what Lord Turgon has drawn in astonishment. It's almost exactly what he's pictured, a perfect interweaving of the two flowers, leaving only one thing missing.

"And perhaps a wisp of clouds?" he asks, drawing them in almost shyly at the corners. "For the one with whom I hope to share the home."
hikikomori_king: (hm?)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-12-07 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah!" He nods in approval. "You have a good eye. Is the one you hope to share this with here?"

He eyes the drawings thoughtfully.

"We might need to ask if there are any who work with wood, here. I am a stonemason, mostly. And I think these would look better in wood."
yiling_laozu: (Always has my back.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-12-08 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Wood offers a warmth that stone cannot," Wei Wuxian agrees, hitting at part of the reason he finds most buildings in Asgard so unbecoming. Not only are most shaped like big boxes with windows, they're nearly all made of stone, unwelcoming and stodgy in appearance.

"He is here, yes," Wei Wuxian says of Lan Wangji. "He has suffered deep unfairness in his life. He deserves something nice, and he would never ask for it. Fortunately Wei Wuxian is not given to asking permission."
hikikomori_king: (hm?)

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2019-12-09 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"For this sort of work." He nods. "If we were in my home, I might be able to coax the stone into shapes such as these, although tis my cousin Finrod who is better at that. Nargothrond, they say, his home, the dwarves built for him, but twas his people who had the shaping of it, and the pillars were carven so as to look like great trees of stone. I have not the delicacy for such work."

He smiles. "He is fortunate indeed, to have a friend so great as you."