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asgardchrysalis2019-12-25 05:56 pm
itchtokill) wrote in asgardchrysalis2019-12-25 05:56 pm
{Do things wholeheartedly, burn yourself up completely
Who: Anyone who wishes to attend!
What: Bonfire party/wish burning tradition
When: Tues, Dec 31, 2019 (from around dusk, up to/through dawn, or whenever everyone disperses and/or passes out)
Where: A wide-open area in the park, Skadi's district
Warnings: Possible language, alcohol (/potential underage drinking?); but overall this should be a pretty chill, PG party.
{Nights like this lead to new beginnings | Early on/mingling
The set up of the party is simple: A moderately sized bonfire is the centerpiece of the whole affair, crackling pleasantly for the whole night. There are various log benches as well as stools available for seating around the bonfire; there are various snacks and drinks (alcoholic and not, because children may attend!) adorning a couple of tables for anyone to indulge in.
The entire atmosphere of the evening is very laid-back and quiet, nothing at all extravagant. Kol will mingle with anyone who shows up and make chit-chat with all attendees, and generally be a very welcoming, and at-ease host. He's no stranger to the game of keeping guests pleased, and this is far more of an easy time than some of the more complex and large-spanned galas and balls he and his family have thrown together in years (and centures) past.
{New Year wishes spark in the heart of flames | Later night
On one of the tables, there rests a moderate stack of parchment paper and a quill pen to write down wishes for this particular part of the party. He doesn't know how many people might actually partake in this, but it's a family tradition and, though he had hard and soured relationships with all of his siblings, and things were not last left in great places with any of them, being so far away from them, with no foreseeable way back to them (and the fact that back home, he's dead, and not for the first time, might he add), has him nostalgic and missing them. Perhaps even more than them, the times before their lives were so complicated and messy.
Later in the night, he approaches the table and writes on the parchment three simple words:
He'll hang around that table for a bit, in case anyone has questions to ask or commentary to give about the act of it. It's rather straight forward, but given the very nature of everyone being from different worlds, some wildly so, he expects there could be some cause to confusions or curiosities, both.
What: Bonfire party/wish burning tradition
When: Tues, Dec 31, 2019 (from around dusk, up to/through dawn, or whenever everyone disperses and/or passes out)
Where: A wide-open area in the park, Skadi's district
Warnings: Possible language, alcohol (/potential underage drinking?); but overall this should be a pretty chill, PG party.
{Nights like this lead to new beginnings | Early on/mingling
The set up of the party is simple: A moderately sized bonfire is the centerpiece of the whole affair, crackling pleasantly for the whole night. There are various log benches as well as stools available for seating around the bonfire; there are various snacks and drinks (alcoholic and not, because children may attend!) adorning a couple of tables for anyone to indulge in.
The entire atmosphere of the evening is very laid-back and quiet, nothing at all extravagant. Kol will mingle with anyone who shows up and make chit-chat with all attendees, and generally be a very welcoming, and at-ease host. He's no stranger to the game of keeping guests pleased, and this is far more of an easy time than some of the more complex and large-spanned galas and balls he and his family have thrown together in years (and centures) past.
{New Year wishes spark in the heart of flames | Later night
On one of the tables, there rests a moderate stack of parchment paper and a quill pen to write down wishes for this particular part of the party. He doesn't know how many people might actually partake in this, but it's a family tradition and, though he had hard and soured relationships with all of his siblings, and things were not last left in great places with any of them, being so far away from them, with no foreseeable way back to them (and the fact that back home, he's dead, and not for the first time, might he add), has him nostalgic and missing them. Perhaps even more than them, the times before their lives were so complicated and messy.
Later in the night, he approaches the table and writes on the parchment three simple words:
To new beginnings.He sets the pen down, folds the paper in half, and holds it tucked between two fingers for a long moment. He doesn't move or speak, or seem to take note of much around him for that moment; he only stares into the dancing flames for those eternally long seconds. And, finally tearing away from his fixation, he steps forward and puts the paper into the fire and watches it burn, the tiniest of tugs upward of one corner of his mouth.
He'll hang around that table for a bit, in case anyone has questions to ask or commentary to give about the act of it. It's rather straight forward, but given the very nature of everyone being from different worlds, some wildly so, he expects there could be some cause to confusions or curiosities, both.
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"You could give it a go," he suggests, grinning a bit. One of the Gods interested in something completely mundane from a very human tradition he hadn't partook in, in a literal age was incredibly flattering.