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Dec. 21st, 2020

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Merry Winsol! (Open)

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Dec. 21st, 2020 at 11:12 AM
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Who: Daemon & everyone in line of sight that he can personally issue the invite to.
Where: Daemon's cabin at the treeline on the northwest side of the lake.
When: Evening on December 21st โ€” the winter solstice, from sundown to sunrise
What: A Winsol party/observation (Daemon's canon Christmas/Yule/New Year's tradition)
Warnings: Blood and probably spiders (a blanket warning just in case, for Daemon's canon)

(Open) (This is a mingle, so feel free to toplevel, etc etc)


Merry Winsol


In the two weeks leading up to the 21st, Daemon personally passes a quiet invitation to anyone (and everyone) for the longest night of the year: "I'm opening my place up for Winsol, in case you'd like to observe the holiday in company. We'll drink hot blooded rum and dance for the glory of Witch." He doesn't expect anyone to stay all nightโ€”unless of course they want toโ€”but at midnight he intends to toast Witch with anyone who wants to celebrate with him. If he catches you after the two days of freezing/boiling in your own skin, he mentions that maybe sticking around other people for the longest night of the year might be wiser than being alone.


Winsol Night


On the night of the solstice, he opens up his cabin to guests at sundown. His livingroom furniture has been pushed to the sides to make a dance floor and a fire has been laid in the fireplace. Snacks and the aforementioned spiced rum are set on the shoved-aside kitchen table. Of course the rum isn't necessarily rum or necessarily the good stuff, but he's been planning this for a while so there's a little of everything. And although he did invite everyone with 'hot blooded rum,' no blood has been included. He's a traditionalist, but that's not the kind of thing you spring on someone.




The snacks are half home-made, using some of the supplies that Gilia had so thoughtfully provided for everyone. There are little jewel-shaped cakes, cookies, and cured meats. Things he from the store that have other holiday names on them have been overwritten with "Winsol," but left otherwise intact.

There's a small pine tree set up in one corner, decorated with small shiny ornaments and gently burning witchlight in various jewel-tones. There are other pine boughs scattered elsewise, along with ribbons he's salvaged from the Christmas decorations provided, making the place look thoroughly decorated. Also there are some tasteful spiderweb motifs? For some reason?


There's also background music!
[Christmas Music | Winter Music]


A crystal (Well, "crystal." It's a rock. Maybe rose quartz?) settled on top of a woven mess of spidersilk in a wooden frame is playing music. It's orchestral-type and unobtrusive, and though the instruments don't exactly sound like flutes and violins and cellos, they're similar. But it's pleasant. A bit on the classical side. Lots of strings.

Slightly haunting.

Enough to give the evening a sense that Daemon is splitting the difference between a celebration, a religious observance, and a gentle sort of wake.


At Midnight


Daemon, as host, makes sure that anyone there with him has a glass of either the spiced rum or something else of their choice. As the deepest dark approaches, he gives a tiny explanation for exactly who and what they are celebrating:
Witch, among the Blood, is the living myth, and she is brought into the world by those who listen to the dreamers in the Darkness. The strongest dreams are plucked forth and woven into a web that binds those dreams to flesh. We celebrate the season of the dark to honor Witch, as she is both human and Other, a gift from the Darkness itself.

On the longest night of all, we toast her and offer our prayers and dreams and hopes at the time when the Darkness is wrapped mostly tightly around us and our dreams might be the strongest. And thenโ€”we celebrate.

The toast itself is to Witch, of course, but also to new friends and to avoiding the final death.

After Midnight


After the toast at midnight, Daemon invites everyone to dance. He continues to play host all the way until dawn. By dawn, the fire has burnt low and the music has all but faded out from where the crystal rests on now-blackened spidersilk.

His doors close when the first light breaks over the lake and the night has let them go.


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Nov. 28th, 2020

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(mingle) PLEASE ACCEPT THESE ROASTED BIRDS

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Nov. 28th, 2020 at 1:15 AM
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PLEASE ACCEPT THESE ROASTED BIRDS

NOVEMBER 27TH
โ–บ TRYPTOPHAN MAY BE A MYTH, BUT WE'VE GOT YOU COVERED


    On the morning of the 27th, every claimed phone in the containment zone once again emits that terrible sound for the third time in as many days. This time, however, it comes with what amounts to a GPS navigation map set to guide each person to a location near the center of the available section of town. With it, a message:

    In light of the last 48 hours, a Thanksgiving feast will be provided at the marked location at 4 PM. No tricks. Just alcohol and food.

    And they mean it, too. It's one of the few things the Technicians will offer with no actual chance of death - unless you choke on your food or murder someone over their jukebox music choices, and honestly, that's on you.

    The navigation leads you to a building labeled 'THE BAR' (creative, right?), which those who've spent any real time in town might notice looks... a little less run-down than it used to? But the real change is inside - which many of you will discover at precisely 4 PM, when the plywood covering the door falls away to the sidewalk, revealing an unlocked wooden door.

    It's truly a shame that no one yet bothered to break inside in the past couple of months, because only they could truly appreciate how much The Bar has changed. Though still quite dimly lit, it now looks more like a well-worn alcoholic haunt than a desolate broken-down waste of perfectly good booze - and speaking of booze, the shelves are lined with it. The bartop itself, meanwhile, is covered with an array of food, the rich aroma of which welcomes new arrivals in the moment they enter the door. The spread is quite diverse, with cooked turkeys and various Thanksgiving side dishes, some traditional and some a bit more offbeat, and a number of non-alcoholic drinks can be found refrigerated behind the counter.

    As for the ambiance, it's festive but not overwhelmingly so. The Bar seems to have bought into whatever Foodland is selling, with a few recognizable decorative items scattered here and there to make it look appropriately fall-themed. A faintly-glowing jukebox sings out from one end of the room, cycling through various classics from the 60's, 70's, and 80's (it particularly seems to like Elvis, the Beach Boys, and Motown hits). A peek through the offered albums, however, will find a variety of other options on tap - Christmas music, heavy metal, banjo-laden hoedown music, who knows what you might discover (and force everyone to listen to) at one wrong press of a button!

    All in all, the atmosphere is... weirdly uplifting, considering the month and the recent days' visitors. There's a distinct chance that there's a teensy-weensy artificial mood-enhancer in the food - but it's not much! Just a little! The Technicians are just trying to help. It's not nearly potent enough that anyone starts acting unlike themselves. Just... maybe the tiniest bit less weighed down for a couple of hours, y'know? It wears off naturally after five or ten minutes of fresh air, and it's generally mild enough that you likely don't even think twice about your good mood. The festive environment put a little distance between you and the chaos the visitors wrought, at least for an evening.
โ–บ MOD NOTES

  • This is a catch-all log for top-levels pertaining to November's Please Accept These Roasted Birds event, taking place on the IC date of November 27th (the day after Thanksgiving). Go ahead and utilize [community profile] vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
  • The original event briefing can be found on the November Bulletin, but most of the concrete info is here on this log.
  • A note that not only does the mood enhancer enhance mood, but it also dulls the event after-effects briefly while characters are at the feast. They're still present, but not nearly as intense/potent as they are outside of the bar.
  • As of this mingle, the bar, #9 in the 'town' section/map, is now an active location within the game and can be revisited at any time. Alcohol remains stocked and the jukebox continues to play. It'll be added to the Locations page when I have a minute.
  • Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.
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