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ᴀsɢᴀʀᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ❧ mod account ([personal profile] asgardmods) wrote in [community profile] asgardchrysalis2019-11-17 11:11 am

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! ]
lan_wangji: (Default)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-22 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)

"Used to it," he admits, feeling another warm rush of affection that makes him bold enough to take Wei Ying's hand in his.

"But Lan Wangji makes it worse. Do not explain myself, properly. Hard to. So I do not. It is rude and a failure. Want to be better. Wei Ying helps."

yiling_laozu: (Heh maybe.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-22 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden warmth against his palm feels so natural that for a moment Wei Wuxian doesn't think to look, simply enjoying the comfort. It's a surprise to glance down and realize that warmth has come from Lan Wangji, a man self-espoused to dislike touching others. Of course he's touched Wei Wuxian many times since then, but never with such open affection.

Smiling, Wei Wuxian folds his other hand over Lan Wangji's larger one, ensuring it doesn't go anywhere. "We're together again," he says. "That's how we shall do this - together. Any who think Wangji a failure simply don't understand, but we'll make them."
lan_wangji: (softer)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-22 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fault is mine as well," he murmurs, closing his eyes against the swell of emotion. Wei Ying takes good care of him. And he loves him so fiercely for it that it hurts.

"But Wei Ying's help is appreciated. And needed. Teaches me to be better," he says, squeezing Wei Ying's hand. Perhaps the water is poisoned, making him so open, but he cannot bring himself to care.
yiling_laozu: (He likes you.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-23 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"So many compliments tonight, Lan Zhan," says Wei Wuxian, smiling warmly. "I'd think you got into the ale but you're still behaving, so you couldn't have. Oh! Master Ye brought me some chrysanthemum wine earlier," he confesses.

"It was very good, but the one under your bed was better."

It wasn't, but it's the sentiment that counts.
lan_wangji: (inquiring)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-23 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Still learning," he comments, as if Lan Zhan has done little cooking in his life, he has certainly done no fermenting. The inability to taste what he is making is part of the problem.

"Feel free like when I drink," he decides, raising his head again to look around with suspicion, as if the culprit will simply reveal themselves. "Unsure why. Do not think I care. Like it. Just for tonight."
yiling_laozu: (A dumb drunken baby.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-23 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian lifts his head, too, peering blearily around the gathering, but in the end all he sees is Lan Wangji. "Wei Wuxian feels...drunk," he decides with a giggle. "But now that I think on it," he continues, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, "I felt happy as soon as I entered the hall. Perhaps the leaves that hang here are enchanted. I can't be angry for a spell that makes me feel happy."
lan_wangji: (amused)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-23 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
That...actually makes more sense than whatever jumbled thoughts Lan Zhan had offered about poisoned water. That makes very, very good sense.

But he's not certain he cares.

"Wei Ying. Wei Ying," he prods, smiling softly as he is hit with another wave of warmth and sudden inspiration. "If I get Wei Ying more ale, will he let me do his hair?" he asks, figuring it can't be the strangest thing happening as people around starting to lounge in the piles of leaves.
yiling_laozu: (Gasp!)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-23 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I want the flame water," says Wei Wuxian at once, "But yes, Lan Zhan can do my hair." It's spoken with a touch of bewildered pleasure - he has no idea why Lan Wangji fixates on his hair again and again, but he likes the feeling of those calloused fingers against his scalp, and he won't complain.

To assist, he yanks at his own topknot, trying to get it undone to free the rest of his long, dark hair.
lan_wangji: (stoned face)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-23 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Lan Zhan proclaims, hopping up out of his seat and striding towards the nearest drinks table as soon as he hears permission. There is a small line for what seems to be individual cups of the terrible drink but that will not do. It takes only a few efficient movements for Lan Zhan to have snatched an entire bottle and walked away, leaving a few stunned natives behind him.

"Yours," he says, placing the bottle in front of Wei Ying and batting his hands away from his rapidly knotting hair.
yiling_laozu: (Up.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-25 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"So much," Wei Wuxian breathes, allowing his hands to be smacked away from his hair in favor of cradling the bottle. "Even Wei Wuxian won't be able to walk after finishing this," he says with another giggle, tipping his chin up to grin at Lan Wangji.

"Are you going to do plaits again?"
lan_wangji: (pleased)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-25 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Wei Wuxian does not have to drink all at once," he points out, settling next to Wei Ying once again and angling him to the side to get access to the back of his head. Deft fingers start to make work of the tangles, carefully untwisting and unknotting Wei Ying's hair until the ribbon lets go and it tumbles down his shoulders.

"Mm, different plaits," he decides. He starts on the right side, twisting and weaving the hair to the back of Wei Ying's crown. "Read book about culture where only warriors allowed to wear plaits. Will give Wei Ying hair of a warrior."
yiling_laozu: (Heh maybe.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2019-11-26 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah?" Wei Wuxian asks, completely pliant under Lan Wangji's hands, though he does lift the bottle to his mouth for a gulp. "No wonder Nie Mingjue favored braids," he says with another giggle, though this one has a touch of sadness in it. Chifeng-Zun didn't deserve the end he met with.

"What culture is this, Lan Zhan?"
lan_wangji: (pleased)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2019-11-26 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Tribe of peoples from a land I have not heard of. The land seemed enormous and made up of countless tribes," he murmurs, happily ignoring the growing debauchery around them as he starts on the left side, inverting the braid to look less sleek, more Wei Ying.

"Braids signified power, fierceness for some. Had to earn right to wear them. Other tribes only the wealthy allowed to wear. Neither Wei Ying nor I have any money, will choose the first meaning."