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asgardchrysalis2019-11-17 11:11 am
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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! ]
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Then again, she should be getting used to it at this point. Souji seems, if nothing else, always so incredibly sweet.
Chizuru ducks her head a little bit, looking kind of shy, but she does smile thinly. "Just look at me.. I was worried about you, Okita-san, but now you're the one comforting me instead."
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"Well.." She doesn't want to lie. And even if she wanted to, there's no way she could. Chizuru has never been a convincing liar, and Souji would be perceptive enough to catch onto it. But she doesn't want to tell him everything either. He shouldn't have to bear the weight of knowing that in some other world the Shinsengumi has been almost completely wiped out.
He shouldn't have to know about Kondou's last moments when he obviously seems so fond of the Kondou from his world. The very thought of telling him about the man's fate makes Chizuru's stomach churn.
It's easier to start about a concern that is true, but also not the whole story. Showing a bit of vulnerability in an effort to hide the rest.
"Hijikata-san is still out there fighting back home.. I have no idea how he's doing." What's to say what could have happened back home while Chizuru is here?
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"Is Kondou-sensei with him at least? Knowing that your Okita is... dead.", the last sentence in a lower tone, unable to believe that her Okita had died before Sensei. His greatest wish is to die by his side, not before nor after. That thought alone overshadows the expression on his face, his stomach having twists before anything of what she has to say.
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There's no way she can avoid it when he's being that direct about it. It's as if Chizuru freezes up on the spot for a moment - and not just because she's soaked by the cold rain. She tugs his haori a little tighter around her, and as she glances over to Souji, her throat suddenly feels impossibly dry.
Come on, Chizuru. You have to say it. (Although the look in her eyes says enough, even before she speaks up - slowly, as if she's having difficulty picking her words.)
"Kondou-san.. is dead. Except for Hijikata-san, everyone in the Shinsengumi died or left."
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'Hijikata-san is alone now...'
Hands leave her in a jolt, the amount of wet bangs hiding his gaze which is already wide open in shock. Souji's voice is unable to find a way out at how that kind of news hits his awareness of the situation. Flashes of the first time he arrived at the Shiei Hall Dojo and how he met Kondou there, that smiling, dimpled man who had held him up to tell him what a strong bushi Souji would become. How everyone of his fellow captains and dear friends kept arriving at the dojo leaving such fond memories of their time together, especially Yamanami whom he assisted in his seppuku. Meeting the oni Hijikata who was a pain in the ass making Souji to hate him at first, when in reality the man wanted him to become a proper bushi who never cried for pettiness.
This isn't some pettiness. This isn't any other time when he tried to scold Kamiya for acting unmanly. A tingling takes over his already numb fingers that he fisted tightly, turning shaky. "I wasn't there... when Kondou-sensei... right?". Her Okita, he meant to say actually, the lump in his throat keeping him from completing the question. All he wishes to know... if the Okita in her alternative world was there to assist his sensei in his death, as Souji supposed the other Okita would have wanted to do in case everything went bad for them. That he died by Kondou's side after he became his kaishaku.
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Just this knowledge by itself is already painful enough, she's sure. Especially since Chizuru does notice his use of "I"-- is he imagining himself in that kind of painful scenario? Does he wonder if things will be the same?
"Okita-san, I.."
Her voice trails off. What can she even say? It feels like her fault that his hands are shaking like this.
".. I'm sorry. If-- If only I had been stronger, then maybe none of this would have happened.."