EVENT LOG: KITE FESTIVAL

[asgardmods]

KITE FESTIVAL( MAY 4TH - 6TH ) Intro Log New Wanderers who find themselves in Asgard will awaken in a brightly lit room. Though they are overcome with disorientation at first, it will soon subside. Frigg and Sigyn enter the room to greet the new face with a warm welcome. They both welcome the newest wanderer and let them leave the room at their own pace. Wanderers are allowed to leave their bed, meet the rest of the pantheon, and wander to the castle grounds as they see fit. However, they are warned that they must choose one of the deities to bind themselves to before the dawn of the following day. If no choice is made, one will be made for them. It is emphasized that this choice is of the utmost importance and must be made before stepping off the castle grounds. The sun greets the new wanderer as they step outside. A trail of, what looks to be, stringless balloons hover at eye level outside the palace door. The balloons guide each Wanderer to a wooden board that lists pertinent information. There are hand-written pieces of parchment that show how to access a city map on their bracelet, and where to find housing. There is also a notice welcoming new Wanderers to an upcoming event: The local Kite Festival! It beckons newcomers to join in Kite flying, celebrating the warm season and feasting. Kite festival may 4th-6th ↴ the kite festival Welcome to the Kite Festival! In celebration of warmer weather, the locals are throwing a festival in the open fields surrounding Asgard. Wanderers who attend will be greeted by colorful paper lanterns, streamers, and decorative kites that fly in the warm breeze. During the day, a constant stream of rainbow-colored confetti flutters down from some unseen source. The confetti disappears just as mysteriously as soon as it touches the ground. KITE-MAKING → Tucked under the shade of a lush tree sits a wooden crafting table. String, paint, brushes, paper, fabric, and other art materials are provided so that you can create the kite you've always wanted! Decorate your kite however you see fit, although the local children will implore you to include mysterious runes in your decor. They have found these runes from... somewhere and seem particularly fond of them. You'll find examples of the runes scribbled on parchment paper all over the long wooden crafting tables for reference. The children tell you that the runes are called Rendu (), Sil (), and Fyeer (). Their meanings are unknown, but they're interesting to look at, and seem to call to you when you look at them. KITE-BATTLING → If your more of the competitive type, why not try and use your kite to try and win a prize? Pit one kite against another in a contest of skill. You can win the battle by cutting the string of the other kite or by knocking the opposing kite out of the air. All contestants need to do in order to participate in kite battling is to challenge another willing participant who has a kite to a battle. Any location around the Kite festival can serve as their battleground! Winners of these battles will be treated to an enchanted flower crown which can be worn for the remainder of the festival. The crowns are said to provide the wearers with feelings of happiness until the flowers wither. FEASTING → The paper lanterns - which provide decoration during the day - are lit with candles of varying color at night. The exuberant celebrations of the day quiet as the locals provide soothing music with their ceremonial bells. Long wooden tables are piled with all sorts of delicious-looking fruits and vegetables. Each piece of food looks impossibly picturesque in both color and plating, inviting observers to take what they can. Fresh fish are also provided, sourced from the local rivers that very morning. Each table is bordered by several wooden barrels. These contain an assortment of easy-to-pour alcohol for those who are old enough to dabble. Wanderers are invited to eat all they can. And, if they feel so inclined, they can even partake in dancing under the stars.

Comments

[yiling_laozu]

i. kite-making:

Wei Wuxian has some experience with enchanted symbols. He used to draw them all the time, and though he feels a familiar tug each time he glances at the runes, they're simply too intriguing not to paint on his kite.

"And where did they come from?" he asks the child who led him to the paint pots. "They are so strange, I've never seen writing like this before."

The young girl giggles in agreement, putting a brush in his hand. "They're so pretty, I wish mother would let me paint them on everything!"

It isn't...quite an answer to his question, but Wei Wuxian doesn't press, too eager for the prospect of battling with his kite to delay it any longer.

ii. post-kite battle:

Wei Wuxian has never battled with kites before - which is an awful shame, considering how delightful it is - but he wins a round to the surprise of precisely none who know him, or indeed, have observed him for more than a few minutes. Seated at a table now with a small mountain of food and an even larger jug of rice wine, Wei Wuxian doesn't need the enchanted flowers atop his head to feel happy.

"Ah!" he calls loudly at the sight of a familiar face, rosy cheeked already as he taps the seat next to him. "Come! I have so much, and this wine is too good to drink alone!"

[keybearing]

Kite Making:

I'm not sure what the runes mean exactly, but why not?

[The kite is big enough. If obviously amateur, given Sora spent more time swimming and exploring the play island back home, or sparring and racing with his friends, than flying kites. Or, making them at least. He's not necessarily aware the runes would actually possibly do anything to the kite. He decides to draw one though, going with Sil in drawing that from copying the drawings on the parchment paper.]

Let's see....like that? We gotta go test the kites out now!

[He's...tried? Having never made a kite before. He does want to test it out. To see it fly!]

Kite Battling!:

[....yes, Sora is of course going to give in and play with the kids. Not that he's necessarily actually being serious about it, and he's never done this kite battling before. But he gives it a try, in trying to be some competition for the kids that clamor for him to join in with them in battling once he has made his kite.]

Feasting:

[Sora comes and sits down, crosslegged, admiring the lanterns and stars, the dancing as he reaches, offering some of the fruit he gathered on a plate to whoever is sitting nearby if they want some.]

This has been.....fun? I mean. I flew kites back home, but hadn't made one. And hadn't battled with them like that before. But this is nice. I could get used to this.

[wayoftheweird]

Arrival

One minute Stephen is re-absorbing Mister Misery, and the next he's on Asgard.

Ending up in another dimension, intentionally or not, is nothing new for Stephen. In fact, it's a regular Tuesday. But Asgard? An Asgard that feels...off. Maybe it's the part where he can't leave. Or the part where no one will let him see Thor. Or the part where he's expected to link his soul to a god?

Strange is no stranger (ha) to gods, either, but he doesn't tend to make a habit of soul-bonding with them. Still, he makes his choice. It seems to be the only way he can leave the grounds, and at least it will provide him with a connection to magic, even if it's not much.

Outside the weather is sunny and warm. Picturesque. Stephen doesn't take the time to admire it. Not when he swears he can feel the creature he created like an itch under his skin. Not when he has to find a way out of here.

Kite-making

What is it about Stephen, with his messy hair, blue tunic, and cloak of no-longer-levitation screams 'flock to me, children'? Yet here he is, newly appointed Babysitter Supreme, surrounded by five of them, pulling on his cloak, asking him to paint animals on their kites.

Without his magic to temper them, Stephen's hands visibly shake as he paints a frog onto a little girl's bright yellow kite.

"I told you this was gonna look like crap," he complains, but it only makes them giggle.

"Draw this next!" she says, showing him a set of ruins unlike any he's seen before.

"I didn't know that kids were into divination these days. What do they mean?" he asks. The children tell him the names, but aren't as forthcoming with the meaning. Still, the ruins are intriguing, like a puzzle that needs to be solved. Maybe a clue as to why he's here?

But as soon as Stephen has copied the wobbly shapes onto their kites, the children scatter with them, squealing as they head into battle.

Feast

The food looks good, and god, Stephen wishes he could eat it. But he can't, and he has a feeling if he's going to be stuck here it's going to be a problem.

He leaves the tables behind and heads into the castle. Surely there must be a kitchen, and a chef, and some magic-based monsters somewhere that said chef wouldn't mind him frying up on his stove? Or however this place works. So he looks for a kitchen, or for someone with some sort of culinary authority. Or a closet with a tentacle monster inside...

[theprezident]

A. Kite-making

[ Never in his life has Rhys made a kite. Or even flown a kite. Right now, though, the having never made a kite is the main problem. That, and he's never worked with fabric, or really had to work with his hands much.

So, he's here, he's got a piece of fabric, he's got the skeleton of a basic kite, and he ... just holds up the fabric, staring at it as though he's trying to will it into the right shape. ]

What the hell do I do with this?

[ Help. ]

B. Kite flying

[ When he does finally manage to make a kite, the next problem presents itself: Flying it.

He makes a couple of pathetic attempts at getting it up into the air after watching some of the Asgardian children do it, but it just doesn't seem to want to lift. And, honestly, he's ready to give up. ]

It looks so easy when they do it.

[ Mostly muttered to himself, but anyone nearby can hear it. ]

C. Wildcard

[ You know the drill! Feel free to hit me up for plotting. ]

Terezi Pyrope | Homestuck | OTA

[mindseer]

Kite Flying
Her little Rendu was up in the air. It wasn't pretty, but she'd managed to get the blasted thing airborne. So, yay! There was that. And now it was time to ... eh, she wasn't in a hurry. Battle or fly it and watch the thing go, either way, it was something to do.

She glanced over and gave a big, fanged grin to whoever was flying one nearby. "Kinda kiddy, but fun right?"

Feasting
The feast was more her style. She settled in with a heaping helping of food. The plate had a lot ore fish than anything else. Seriously, since getting all this beast meat, she'd been a lot happier. It was food for a carnivore, not fighting her way through the ruffage. Her cup wasn't full of anything alcoholic though. Even if sugary drinks were the risk, she wasn't taking chances. Raising a toast of something fruity, she waved over a familiar face.

"Hey! Hey!"

Cadfael | OTA-will match format

[brother_cadfael]

Kite Making

Even in his travels, Cadfael hadn't heard of kites, but the colorful creations and the excitement of the children was difficult to ignore. If there was ever one regret he had upon taking his vows, it was surrendering his chance to have children.

There was Olivier of course, but time and circumstance prevented him from actually being the father he deserved. Now, thanks to the Anarchy being spread, he would have to keep that secret, not even the chance to meet a future grandchild-not yet atleast.

He was therefore more than willing to let the children instruct him on building a kite, though the construction of them is more fascinating to him than decorating. As for the runes, he could only imagine their significance to history was why it seemed so important to paint them on. He was no scribe, but he had some skill in rough drawing and copying.

Drawing one or two on the finished kite, he held it up, seeing how it would look from a distance.

Feasting

Cadfael never considered himself a large eater. Perhaps it had to do with age, or having grown accustomed to the daily Fasting at the Abbey, but he was perfectly fine just having the bare minimum of food. Besides, he was always one to linger along the sides than actually intermingle with the crowds; feasts for monks were less about relaxing and more on assisting anyway.

However, in this case, he couldn't entirely refuse either. Lacking as his appetite was, he helped himself to a few small portions of vegetables and a little of the fish.

Dancing's out of the questions, but he has no issue watching others enjoy themselves either.