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February Event - Garden of Woe [Merrymeet]

**Plain text version here.
GARDEN OF WOE
To Meet is Merry...
It’s a beautiful day. Normally Merrymeet is held a tad later in the month, but thanks to some predictions from Phil, the festival planning committee managed to snag a date right in the middle of a patch of lovely warm days. A false spring --- there would be another snow by the following week. But it’s the first hint of a true spring waiting in the wings. The sun is shining, the grass on the festival green is slowly waking up, snowdrop flowers wobble in the breeze, and the weather is approaching something akin to balmy. It's as if Celestine herself carried in her opposite-most sister on a warm breeze, just for today.

Partygoers trickle in from all sides, gathering at the Festival Green. Each and every soul is dressed in their spring finest. And when Juniper Sweetwater once again ascends the steps to the gazebo, the crowd falls silent. The procession is about to begin.

Dress to Impress Generally speaking, the dress code for Merrymeet is garden party formalwear. Appropriate outfits can fall anywhere in the Classic or Lavish categories. Characters here less than 2 months are able to get free rentals if they’d like, but can buy their outfit if they wish. Everyone else is asked to please purchase their outfit (from 300-500B, depending upon complexity).

Short on Brass? Drop by Gourd en Glace before the event and grab yourself a sundae and bring it up to Venka Meridell, the proprietor who also happens to be the local tailor’s daughter. She’ll slip you a coupon for a half-price Merrymeet outfit if you’re willing to taste test one of her unorthodox new ice cream flavors. Her mother, Saraya, will begrudgingly accept these coupons. [Mod Note: Please only take this option if you have 500B or less in your ledger, we are trying to get some of these rich-ass characters to spend their damn money!]

Once you’re all dressed to the nines, please feel free to use the code below to show off your drip in the Fashion Show thread!

Crowning of the Flower Queen Once Mayor Poe gives the signal, a band begins to play, signalling the entrance of the Floral Court. A hush falls over the crowd as they watch the nominees enter, one at a time and escorted by their chosen companion. Many beloved community figured were nominated this time, and competition was stiff--- the crowd is eager to see who is named their Flower Queen.

Then, the procession begins in earnest as each member of the Floral Court (Valdis, Ylva, Margaret, Lyubov, CT, Alice, Fever, Magne, Olivia, Anya, and Helena) is escorted through the festival green and up to the gazebo. Standing at the top of the short flight of gazebo stairs is Juniper Sweetwater, a poised and delicate Wood Elf with pale brown hair. Gracing each pair with a greeting of “hail and merry meet”, she places a small ring of flowers upon the brow of each member of the court, and hands each one a matching boutonniere or corsage to bestow upon her plus-one. Juniper lets each pair file into the gazebo to take their seats.

Then some of the other leading ladies arrive and do much the same--- first, Drelasa, who won third place, and then Elsie and Sally, who tied for second. Behind them is Sally’s toddler Gwen, who is “escorted” (carried) by her older brother Yellow, both of whom are invited to join as special guests. Juniper takes a moment to bestow each of the women with a slightly larger crown, and a bouquet decorated with a ribbon indicating their place and a brass or silver charm as a token of their achievement.

Finally, the last to enter is the Flower Queen herself. The music swells as this year’s Queen, Dahlia Leeds, is escorted by her Courtier, Radar O’Reilly. A murmur sweeps over the onlooking crowd of surprise and excitement as Dahlia proceeds through the parted crowd. Once one of the most beloved people in town, Dahlia has barely been seen outside her home since her fall from grace at her birthday gala. And when she has, she’s looked sallow and miserable, a husk of herself. And yet here, today, she looks utterly radiant--- aside from the fact that she is very obviously weeping, utterly overcome with emotion at the fact that so many of her neighbors and friends still accept her. Tears of surprise, joy, relief, and gratitude pour down her face in thick streams that she cannot contain as she makes her way down the aisle with Radar, both of them dressed ornately in delicate blue.

The pair are showered with flower petals as they follow the winding trail, applauded quietly by festival goers before they reach Juniper. Fluidly, she swaps places with Dahlia so that the new Flower Queen is the one stood at the top of the stairs and the prior is on the ground.

“Hail and merry meet.” Juniper curtsies. “Today, just as I was two years ago, you have been chosen by the people of our town to be the Flower Queen. It is my honor to present you with gifts befitting a queen.”

Another townsperson passes her a basket, which Juniper presents to Dahlia. It contains a number of spring-themed treats--- honey harvested from last spring’s flowers, a bottle of specially crafted sweet festival wine to be consumed on the summer solstice, a candle embedded with dried flowers, a blend of lavender and bergamot tea, a charming floral soap, and a necklace with a pressed forget-me-not inside a clear pendant. There is also a medal hanging around the wine bottle shaped like an orchid bloom, engraved on the back with text. “Flower Queen 16:55 - Pumpkin Hollow - Dahlia Anastasia Leeds”. Juniper then passes the somewhat heavy basket off to Radar to carry--- after all, it’s the Courtier’s job to attend to the Queen!

Then, Juniper pins a boutonniere to Radar’s lapel, and beneath it, a medal of his own. “Floral Courtier - 16:55 - Radar O’Reilly”.

“With this sprig of Serannai’s glory, I bestow upon you the honored duty of Courtier to the Flower Queen. Assist her as she needs and ensure that she spends this day as free and joyful as a spring breeze.”

Lastly, Juniper turns back to Dahlia and takes up a crown of flowers, larger and more elaborate than the others, holding it aloft for a moment before resting it upon Dahlia’ss head.

“With this crown, I pass my title on to you. May it bring you felicity and fortune, so that you may share it with the earth as you put seed to soil.”

Before letting them go, Juniper leans in, beaming and grasping Dahlia’s hand tightly with the warmth of someone who has known her their whole life, and whispers, “Congratulations!” Then, she takes a step back, hurrying delightedly off into the crowd, leaving Dahlia to stand and look over the crowd of her friends, her neighbors, her loved ones, so many of whom have still chosen to embrace her. For a moment, all she can do is stand in awe.

Applause rings out over the crowd, music swells once more, and Merrymeet officially begins. Congratulations to Dahlia, and all the members of the Floral Court!

Eat, Drink, Be Merry! It doesn’t take long for lunch to be brought out, courtesy of some helpful volunteers and the Oak & Iron’s diligent cooking staff. Salads full of spring greens, fresh bread with herbs baked in, puff pastries with fresh cheese and asparagus, egg tarts, chicken sandwiches, and crispy little hashbrowns formed into cups to look like bird nests, each with a devilled egg sitting inside. There are also dozens of little desserts made with flowers and spring berries, like cakes and custards, and even heart-shaped macarons.

And while there is wine being passed around the table, there is also tea. But this isn’t just any tea, and these aren’t just any tea pots. The pots are clear glass, surrounded by ornate silver fixtures, so that you can see the color of the tea and the leaves steeping within. Some are regular tea leaves rolling around in ball strainers while others are blooming floral teas perched in the center of the pots. And best of all, these teapots are enchanted courtesy of Dr. West, looking like chubby little tea puppies walking around on four short metal legs. They meander around between dishes on the tables, bumbling up to partygoers to offer their contents and tipping forward with surprising grace to pour tea into cups. They are helpfully labeled with tags tied to their handles, explaining what they contain.

While a few contain typical tea blends, others are marked as containing enchanted teas, provided by Aeryn Sallek. The enchanted blends are as follows:

Party Enhancer - An energizing and sweet lemon hibiscus tea that makes the drinker able to dance longer, sing louder, eat more, and worry less. Turn down your inhibition and turn up the fun! This is a great tea for people who want a little party boost without getting drunk.

Liquid Courage - Feeling too shy to dance? Nervous about asking that beautiful person to spend the day with you? Want to go for that first kiss but struggling to work up the nerve? This smooth lavender black tea will help!

Romance Reagent - For those looking to be a little more flirty or emotionally open, this rose milk tea has a higher concentration of the “emotional acuity” potion to help you be open with your true feelings and get your cuddle on. And this denser dose of potion will even have the added effect of making you a little more suave, as well.

Sultry Spice - For those looking to find someone nice and invite them somewhere more private. This warming apple spice tea literally just has a mild aphrodisiac in it.

Enjoy any of these with your meal to turn up the mood! While these teas are clearly labeled, it's up to you whether or not you actually read them. Accidents can happen!

Eating isn’t all there is to do, of course. The other primary activity is dancing!

Local musicians will be playing throughout the day for group and couple’s dances, including a local partner dance called the Sunrise Waltz and a classic maypole dance. Feel free to dance the afternoon away with partners, friends, new acquaintances, and more!

There’s also areas to catch your breath and chat with friends, a chocolate dipping station, flower sprouts in tiny pots as party favors, flower garland braiding areas, and plenty of wine! Additionally, there are a few flower-filled tents on the festival green with private seating areas for couples to catch a few moments alone. You’re not supposed to, but if you’re quiet and don’t mind a bit of risk, it wouldn’t be hard to sneak a little naughty fun into your day in these little tents.

And of course, there is the planting ceremony later in the day, so feel free to join Dahlia and Juniper at the edge of the green for this short tradition! With an apron thrown over her dress and a short spade, Dahlia takes a moment out of the festivities to plant a tulip bulb in a half-empty row near the gazebo, right next to the one Mary Dahl planted the year prior, and Juniper herself the year before that.

...But Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Ballad of the Damned Would any event on a cursed island truly be complete without some sort of unscrupulous paranormal activity? Truly, nothing is sacred (except maybe the Dance of Celestine, once), as yet another of Dahlia’s infernal relatives arrives bearing “gifts” to put a damper on her special day.

As night begins to fall, the afternoon band is finally given time to rest and retire to the party themselves, intended to be replaced by a Council-approved evening band. However, said musical group is waylaid on their way to the stage, and replaced with an act far stranger.

On the left part of the stage, a man with pipes embedded in his chest begins to sing a low note, accompanied by a deep, rich harmony as though his chest were a pipe organ. Perhaps it is. On the right side, an older man who almost looks human, save for the exposed “ribcage” full of harpstrings. And at the front, a pale woman dressed all in white with a veil covering all but her mouth, who sings like an angel over the music of her companions. The man in charge and his large sitar are conspicuously absent.

When Sonata begins to sing, two things begin to happen. The first is that black, thorny vines emerge from the slumbering ground, encasing the performers in thick foliage with gaps only big enough for the sound of their music to escape, and thorns big enough to ward off any interruptions. The second is that anyone who can hear the music will find that the sound floods their mind with memories of grief, pain, loss, and loneliness. So intense are these memories and emotions that even the most strong-willed can barely keep from weeping, with only a few exceptions.

Those with protection from demons will find their suffering great, but not debilitating, and Father Mulcahy’s boon from Mortanne and personal experience combined are enough to offset the more soul-crushing effects of the somber music. However, these things alone will not be enough. With the infernal band protected, the Domain of Sorrow’s Song will continue leeching anguish from the party-goers for their master for as long as they can. The only way to combat them is to cut off their source of power through self-imposed joy--- a challenging task, given the situation.

Luckily, a friend from outside the barrier interested in helping his daughter has sent some friends to help you get started.



March of the Bizzyboys Five Drainfolk in red uniforms find themselves in a forest. Little teal-furred monkey-folk with long hair and longer tails stand amid pink trees and a gaggle of little fuschia butterflies. Their names are Vibiano, Grujaja, Bananathaniel, Alexei, and Patty--- mysteries, until recently, revealed a few letters at a time. The wind sings like bamboo wind chimes through the pastel branches.

The butterflies swarm together, forming the shape of a person, and from the flock emerges a strange man. With chitinous hands and a face covered in dark pink wings, he steps free of the fluttering mass and onto a stump, wearing long fur robes, and he smiles a toothy smile.

“Hello there, Bizzyboys! I am King Olwylder, Archfae of the Court of Red Butterflies,” he says with a sweeping bow. Then, he leaps down from his makeshift stage, his own enormous wings splayed out behind him. He lands crouching, diminishing his impressive height to get onto their level. “I have a very important favor to ask you.”

“You see, some old friends of yours, as well as my beloved daughter Elsie, have been caught up in a bit of trouble. I need you to go to a little town called Pumpkin Hollow for the evening and help them out. Afterwards, you can stay there a while, or not, if you prefer. But during the flower festival they have going on, I need you five little darlings to do me a very, very important favor, and do what you do best. I need you to solve a mystery. Can you help me?”

Once all five Bizzyboys have agreed, Olwylder shakes each of their fuzzy hands and thanks them profusely, covering their red uniforms in pink flowers before sending them on their very merry way. They ride to Pumpkin Hollow on the back of a black horse, driven by a man with no head, and fan out in search of their old bosses as well as Olwylder’s daughter.

The five original Bizzyboys, played as guest NPCs, arrive at Merrymeet just before the band begins to play, and are immune to all of its effects due to the blessing of King Olwylder and sheer adorable whimsy. Threading with one of them can help you acquire the self-made fun you need to break the spell yourself, which you can then spread to others! These delightful shenanigans have been graciously provided by five helpful players, so please thank Liz, Sid, Mira, Maniette, and Kai for their assistance in making the magic happen! Once the event ends, it will be up to each player whether their Bizzyboy remains in PH or heads back home.
| CONTENT WARNINGS: altered states of consciousness, mildly dubious consent, grief, depression, mood control |
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Daisy, Ruby, Alice, Gwen, CT, Melanie, Margaret

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Dahlia Leeds || NPC || OTA

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-Hail to the Queen-
[ Closed to the Floral Court ]

The morning of Merrymeet, Dahlia steps into Town Hall for the very first time since her birthday.

It feels strange to be back in this place, a few feet from the desk where she sat for so many of her days, signing in new residents, receiving unnecessary signatures from Sheogorath, chatting over coffee and tea with her coworkers. Her friends. She stands close to Fever, nearly behind her for shelter. She listens intently as Mayor Poe reads the results.

"...and in first place," Hellen says, taking a long pause. The Mayor swallows roughly, and smiles, just a little. "Dahlia Leeds."

Dahlia just stands there, among the fourteen other contestants for Flower Queen, looking like she's just been dropped out of the sky. What? Say that again? Who did you say was Flower Queen? The words don't come. They stick in her throat like chilled molasses, and her mouth falls open in shock.

A realization washes over her. All her life, Aster had told her that she could never reveal what she was. "You are not like them," he would say. "You are a monster, born and bred to consume them, to take from them. That's all that you are, Dahlia. You wear the mask of a pretty little debutante, but it's all a charade to hide you in plain sight. You aren't one of them. You never will be. If any of them ever find out the truth, they will never, ever accept you."

But that's not true, is it? Not just Laios, Daisy, Radar, and Fever, but---

But a whole lot of people, it seems.

Dahlia places her head in her hands, and sobs. She can't help it, even in front of all those people. The veneer of demonic royalty and trained socialite cracks at last, and what's left underneath is the delicate center--- a girl who only ever wanted to be liked.

-Party Prince-

By the time lunch is served, Dahlia has managed to calm down a bit and is just looking... happy. She seems more herself now than she has in ages, chatting with people at the head table before hauling Radar out to the Green for a dance. She's happy to save a toast or a dance for anyone who wants one! Come greet your Flower Queen!

-Wildcard-
[ Whatever ya like! I didn't have any specific plans for her for Sad Time yet. ]
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party prince

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Months ago now, Daisy stood on the doorstep of the estate and told Dahlia that there would be more people that didn't turn away from her than she expected. The words were always more than a platitude, but they were never those of an optimist, just a reassuring truth from someone who had already found the scattered few that would stand by her through thick and thin. Even she didn't expect just how true today has shown those words to be.

To go from days spent constantly guarding the estate, to watching a bawling Dahlia be escorted through the crowd, is a startling reminder of just how much can change.

When Daisy gets her chance, she doesn't hesitate to draw Dahlia into an embrace and press a kiss to the side of her head. Her voice is warm and gently teasing: "Never been so happy to see you bawling your eyes out."

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Ellen Ripley | Alien (1979) | no.1 Closed to CT, others OTA

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[ For reference, Here's what she's wearing! ]


no.1 Eat, Drink and Regret Your Decisions

[ Closed to CT ]

A month and a half’s time in Pumpkin Hollow is spent unceremoniously, and the routine Ripley’s found herself leaves little room for observing the town’s splendor. Mineshafts, the occasional meal at the O&I and brief run-ins— some more strange than others— with the townsfolk is about all she’s had the time for. And the nightmares, obviously. How can one forget about the nightmares?

”Can’t be that extravagant, can it?”

A tremulous purr sounds in response. Wigglesworth’s mismatched eyes stare up at her.

”I just have to show up.”

Not quite. Much to her dismay and misjudgment, here she stands; an unbidden member of the Court’s procession, made only marginally less painful by CT’s company. The woman in question is dressed in a delicate floral pattern, neckline scooped to reveal hills and crests of caramel skin and beaded jewelry. A star-shaped scar stamps below her collarbone. Another drags a long line up her chest. Ripley admires her respectfully, as in her face goes briefly pink upon first seeing her. Is it hot in here? Right, they’re outside…

She walks arms-linked with her companion, hand rested on the muscled flat of CT’s upper arm. Her own dress shimmers, splits to reveal a slender leg as they make their way through the ceremony. ”You know,” She mutters, “When I nominated you, I didn’t think it’d be so serious. Are these things always…?”

The question fizzles out as she looks into the crowd, constituted by several dozen people she’s never seen before. Twists of flowers hang from baskets and spill over the Court table in lavish, colorful spreads. Not quite so colorful, though, as the well-dressed group who eagerly awaits their Flower Queen named.

Dahlia Leeds.

Ellen smiles a little, watches the poor girl sob for reasons she isn’t privy to.

Applause rings out through the crowd and the festivities begin.

…Which means she can leave, right?

If only.

Ripley takes up her seat next to CT, raising a glass of... What kind of tea is this again?

"Congrats again on the special nomination." She cracks a sarky grin, then drops it for something akin to exhaustion. "Though maybe it's more of a cruel and unusual punishment than I initially thought."





no.2 I Can’t Possibly


As folks drink their choice of wine or enchanted tea, it’s a mere matter of time before the Festival Green is taken over by dancing. A fiddler commands the crowd’s energy with his cheery beat, most of whom rise to the occasion without holding back. Ripley is decidedly not among them. Would sooner tear her own heart out than embarrass herself by stumbling onto the dance floor. Ask her to keep a rhythm? She'll laugh in your face. Yes, it'd take a dedicated dancer to coax her from her perch. For now, she prefers to stand with drink in slender fingers, watching the crowd sway and plenty entertained by it.

That is, until a shape— familiar or not, who’s to say— parts the crowd to reach for her.

She looks pointedly horrified. Thin brows raise, her mop of curly hair almost frizzing in protest. “Oh— oh, no. I don’t really—”




no.3 This is a Rental


[CW: Thorn-induced gash]

At some point during the evening, the mood sours. The sun dips low over the horizon and new players take the stage, ushering in notes of minor key which permeate the air like a thick miasmic cloud. Were their appearance not disturbing enough to give those enjoying themselves pause, then certainly the crowd of thorns will do the trick. They creep across the ground to encompass the players, cutting dresses and pricking trousered ankles, sparing no one— including Ripley.

She's caught by a monstrous one, like a dragon's spine, which cuts a neat red line cut into her bare thigh. Blood springs to the surface, trailing down her skin faster than she can clamp a hand atop it. Shit. Shit. This is a rental! If she stains this dress that's more Brass down the drain then she can spare. What the fuck is going on here?

Maybe it's time to leave.

Maybe she ought to find Connie.

Maybe—

Tears, like the blood, begin to flow freely. She doesn't know where they've come from or why, only that a sudden weight begins to torment her chest, goaded on by music. A ribcage instrument harkens memories better forgotten. She fights through bodily pain but every effort to do so is doubled-down by another kind of hurt. Fear, fire. Hair ripped clean from the scalp, sweaty palms clutching the handle of a cat-carrier. She sees her mother. She sees her captain. Hears the shrill cry of her peer's last moments alive. Smells the blood and death and— god.

"Excuse me—" Ripley snaps; isn't sure herself if she'd meant to flag down the person in front of her or try and shoulder through them.



no.4 Wildcard!


Want to pull Ripley aside? Offer her a drink, drag her to braid some garland? Maybe you recognize her from a dream. Maybe you’re overcome by sadness and need a shoulder to cry on. Or maybe you’re just a sucker for tall women with resting mean-face. Whatever the reason— surprise me!
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eat, drink and regret your decisions

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2025-02-16 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)

The whole affair is utterly unlike anything CT has ever taken part in before, a distant cry from military formalities or academic events from long ago. The pervasive sense of community among the locals is more familiar, reminiscent of the neighbourhoods she used to roam in a city so much larger and yet no less self-reliant, but even after months here she still feels out of step with it. Unsure of her place in this odd little town, outside of the work she's doing to try and find a way to free it.

(She's even less sure of how to feel about everything Dahlia, but for all her distrust of everything the woman is and the earned distrust in return, she has no desire to sour the day any.)

But still she smiles and plays her part, in her nice new dress and low, practical heels that frankly do very little to reduce the height difference between herself and her plus-one. The ceremony comes and goes and they're left to settle for lunch, extravagant foods and aromatic teas making their way across the tables, and CT turns to Ripley with a crooked, amused smile tugging at her lips.

"Luckily for us both, I was never at any real risk of winning this thing," she ribs, good-naturedly. There's no self-depreciation in the words, she never had any expectation of anything else—the other candidates are infinitely more suited to the criteria and CT doubts she would've been nominated if not for Ripley.

Inviting her to take up the role of her plus-one was 'retaliation' in the most joking sense, and she can't say Ripley's reactions to the whole procession don't amuse her. Nor can she say she's unaware that the cut of her dress rather draws the eye, especially after a playful 'So, how do I look?' before they were all expected to really fall in line.

That's okay. It's not as if she can't appreciate how Ripley looks all dressed up, either. She's got eyes.

"As for what you tried to ask earlier, this is the first event like this I've actually attended here. Though I believe Mourner's Night involves about as much ceremony of a different kind."

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Elsie || NPC || OTA

[personal profile] hereticofthewilds 2025-02-16 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowning
Elsie giggles nervously on the stage beside Sally, brushing her hands down the front of her fairytale dress. It was a gift from her father, Olwylder, to celebrate placing in this year's vote. She's never won anything before and she doesn't know what to do with her hands until she's handed the bouquet to hold. The flower crown stands out against her bright pink hair which has been braided and tied with ribbons courtesy of Ylva, who helped her get ready today. She's glad not to have won first place or else they might have made her say something. It's nerve-wracking enough just to accept this much attention. Despite her nerves, however, she is smiling as bright as the springtime sun.

Dance & Be Merry
Once the music starts to play, Elsie hops down from her place at the high table and flounces out to the dance floor in her big poofy dress. She twirls and twirls, spreading her arms out as if the butterfly wing decorations on her sleeves might turn into real wings to carry her off. They don't, but it's a very nice mental image.

"Dance with me! Dance with me!" she calls to anyone that comes near.

Party Crashers
She expected another disturbance like this. It happened last year, too. But, unlike last year, they've got extra help. She knows that horse and headless rider. That's her father's messenger! Are these monkeys of mischief sent from her father?

"Here," she calls to them, waving her hand aloft. "Elsie is here!"

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Want to do something else? Surprise me! I'm game!
configuration_birdwatcher: Bastion in the forest covered in butterflies. (forest friends)

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Bastion hasn't got an outfit, as such, but there's a lot of flowering plants growing on their armour and on top of their head.

// I don't know any partnered dances, they say. They do, however, know a dance they can do by themself, which they launch into once they've positioned themself next to Elsie.

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Shen Qingiu (OTA)

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Merriment

Shen Qingqiu looks pleased as punch to be escorting Lyubov, the two of them arrayed like a wuxia princess and her devoted gentleman-scholar. He claps along with everyone else when Dahlia is crowned, leaning over to offer her and the other members of the top three his congratulations. He's a charming conversationalist during the meal that follows, although if anyone mentions the nightmares that filled the last few weeks of January his face will fall, and he'll earnestly apologize to anyone who crossed paths with Luo Binghe.

When the dancing begins he leads Lyubov, beaming once more, through a totally of three before she finally laughs and insists on being returned to her seat, waving him off with an order to go expend his energy on others. He'll take any partner, man, woman, or neither, although only the former receive his particular brand of blushing flirtation. To ladies and NBs he is a perfect gentleman, graceful and differential in his conduct, and he won't even protest if some dominant madam or miss wants to take the lead, oh my!

Dolor

Alas, that all good things must come to an end. As the poets say, there is no banquet that can last forever. As the demons begin to play, Shen Qingqiu advances on the stage, intending to rip their wall of thorns out by the roots if he must, even if it destroys his hands in the process -- but with every step he takes the music weighs on him heavier and heavier. Who is he, to laugh and dance and enjoy himself, when he's left so much sorrow and grief in his wake? When the last time he thoughts of his parents or brothers? His little sister, who depended on him for so much? And Luo Binghe...he knows what kind of suffering he left behind; he saw it with his own eyes. Even now his poor disciple may be weeping over an empty husk, not knowing that the shizun he so idealizes has already abandoned him. Where did Shen Qingqiu acquire the face, to conduct himself so? Can he really call himself a teacher? A cultivator? A man?

He manages one more step, two, before his legs buckle and he falls to his knees. He bows his head; his hair falls around his head and shoulders like a black curtain. He hides his face in his sleeves and, shaking, begins to weep.
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Dolor

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"Shen."

Valdis kneels next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"You're ok, it's the demons, this isn't...this isn't yours, these are summoned from thoughts you don't need to relive!"

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Sephiroth | OTA

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Crowning of the Flower Queen

Sephiroth is honestly not a big fan of formalwear or dressing up, especially not when sane. But he does find something he likes that he feels suits him well (something black, of course) and settles in to enjoy the day.

He is surprised and has many feelings about the Flower Queen ceremony. He doesn’t really know Dahlia and hasn't wanted to judge after all the gossip and hate he's heard. He’s moved and amazed that so many here are so forgiving after all. Is there any chance he can hope for that when he returns home? Will anyone there forgive him and give him another chance? He doesn’t consider his insanity an excuse for what he did and almost caused.

He congratulates Dahlia in all sincerity, still pondering on his own future.

Eat, Drink, and Be Merry

While Sephiroth is not a fan of parties, he does actually thrive on companionship and likes to be with people he cares about. And he’s a complete gentleman and sweetheart. He partakes of the food, being careful to avoid the enchanted teas, and is congenial with anyone he comes across. He was very closed-off and silent when he first arrived in town, but he’s started to open up a bit. He has people he thinks of highly and he’s starting to be happy again.

He does know how to dance but isn’t likely to make the first move. If anyone wants to dance with him, however, he will probably say Yes.

Ballad of the Damned

Of course, something has to go wrong. As soon as everyone becomes entrapped by the thorns, Sephiroth is preparing to try to break them out, summoning the Masamune to him. But then the music starts to reach him and penetrate his senses.

How does he deserve to be anything happy after almost destroying the Planet? After so many innocent people died, some directly by his hand? So much lost love, broken trust ... people he will never have with him again and who will surely never care for him if they ever do meet once more.

He digs his fingers into his hair, clapping his hands over his ears, and finally sinks to his knees, trembling.

Monster ... monster ... the perfect monster....

This is digging deeply into the fears and grief he started to uncover in the dream world, deep-rooted anguish and guilt and loss of humanity. Eventually even he breaks and starts to sob, as he did long ago when he discovered the truth at Nibelheim, the truth that drove him over the edge.

In so much pandemonium it might not be noticed, but his wings finally emerge, although unlike when he’s in full Safer form, his hair stays silver and hanging down. He starts to wrap the black wing around himself to hide within it.
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Valdis spots Seph standing on his own, and immediately decides that won't do at all, she walks up to him and holds out her hand.

"Would you care to dance?"

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John Rambo | OTA (with special guest Alexei!)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2025-02-17 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Eat, Drink, & Be Merry

John is in the thick of it at Merrymeet for a lot of reasons. One, he got lucky as hell and found an outfit he could not only live with but really liked: solid black shirt and trousers with matching boots, no tie but with Serranai’s favor paired with Elsie’s leaf hanging around his neck in its place on full display…and a fitted green brocade waistcoat that perfectly covers the knife at his back and actually…

Well, John feels like he genuinely does look good for the first time in ages, and he’s hoping his partners notice, among others.

Another thing is that, at least for a spring event like this, he feels like he’s working just a little. He serves Serranai, spring is her time, and it’s a nice feeling to know he’s also here as her soldier—her sword arm to protect the joyful occasion.

Merrymeet…was also a rough time last year. He was freshly back from home for the first time, losing Co was still sore—and that was when everything with Sam started to fall apart. He feels like this year is…maybe a bit of a do over for him.

So…yeah. He’s here to help if needed, he feels cute, and he’s here to have a good time. On purpose. Eating and drinking are still kind of hit and miss, but he’s actively trying, and he’s wide open for a dance or five.

Ballad of the Damned/March of the Bizzyboys

“Hey, Mistah J!”

John blinks, eyes still streaming as the song continues. That old, hollow ache is in his bones, and he’s…impossibly cold. He can’t stop seeing Sam’s face in his head just before he walked away from him, Co’s face as she died, the pilot’s face as the chopper left him to die in Vietnam.

He’s in agony, he’s lost in grief…and he’s not paralyzed. He’s consciously, carefully keeping himself still because the pain only leads to one place.

There are no friendly civilians…they drew first blood, not me.

He can’t let go because if he does, he’ll strike. He’ll lash out…he’ll go back to Hope.

“Mistah J! C’mawn, Boss says youse one of us! Here, c’mon—you can’t solve a mystery on an empty stomach…”

The hand in his is small, warm…furry?

Unaware he’s being led, John wipes his eyes just in time to watch a small, pink-flower laden monkey not so different from Capochin with a loaf of bread in one hand and delicately, to say nothing of far too quickly, tearing it open and plucking up several little hash brown nests with egg to tuck into the loaf.

“It ain’t no shaboingboing, but dis will fixya riiiight up! Lookit how teeny dem French fries is, and who don’t love a good egg! Now if we had a nice Devotion Burgie to put dat eggy on, mmmmm, BOY!…”

For a second John can only watch as this earnest little creature continues to try and assemble him a strange, stupid, yet weirdly appetizing submarine sandwich he will never be able to fit in his mouth. He watches, he weeps…

…and gradually, he starts to smile.

By the time Alexei turns and presents him with a masterpiece of eggs, hash browns, half a chicken sandwich, and a little bit of butter, John is on one knee in front of him, his tears slowly drying.

“Here ya go, Mistah J—now dis will fix youse up in no time! Then we can solve us dis mystery! I’m sure Capo an’ Vib won’t mind youse bein’ outta uniform…”

John accepts the sandwich, takes a fragment of bread off one end and, with a deep breath, pops it in his mouth.

As the rich, yeasty herbal flavor touches his tongue along with a hint of hash brown grease, it’s like the sun spreads pure light through his aching limbs, and the haze of sorrow clears from his mind.

“You good, Mistah J?”

“…yeah, I think so. C’mon…”

“Alexei! Got me all my letters now, y’know!”

“Well…I wanna earn mine. Let’s go figure this shit out.”

[BIZZYBOYS ARE ON THE CASE! Want a rescue? Tag in here, and specify John, Monkey Man, or surprise. All Alexei tags will come from [personal profile] shaboingboingtime! :p]
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Patty | GGG | Guest NPC

[personal profile] phere 2025-02-17 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Patty (as well as the rest of the Bizzyboys) has not been at the party long before the Mystery they've been promised makes itself known. A mysterious spooky band that's totally killing the party vibes!

"Well, I guess dat explains why dat fancy guy wanted us here." She says with a thoughtful nod and a serious expression that is completely disrupted by her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She smooths out her uniform, careful of the pink flowers now adorning it. "Time to get to woik!"

[ooc: reply here or direct me to your starter if you'd like!]
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[personal profile] staybizzy 2025-02-17 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
His stomach sinks when he sees her.

Fuck. He can't believe he got her killed too. Capochin doesn't remember seeing the ferry today, but---

He probably looks strange as he trudges over to meet her, eyes raw and in a rare state of being out of uniform, instead wearing a scandalously open shirt covered in floral embroidery that shows off a conspicuous scar on his chest. He holds a flower crown in his hands.

"Hey kiddo," he says, uncharacteristically soft. "How'd you end up here?"

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Capochin || Some Open, Some Closed

[personal profile] staybizzy 2025-02-17 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
-Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?-
[ General party, open ]

Organized and punctual as he is, Capochin is early to the party, arm and arm with Hector (who is dressed like a rosy angel, by the way). He whoops a little too loudly when Drelasa is named third place but doesn't seem displeased by Dahlia ultimately winning. From what he's heard, she seems like she's had a hard time.

But he won't deny he's relieved when the ceremonies end and the festivities begin. He mingles, eager to catch up with friends and check in on his Bizzyboys. Find him on the dance floor, turning up like only an embarrassing middle aged man can or lingering by the outskirts catching his breath. Or chat with him over food! He'll be stuffing his face with pastries and downing quite a bit of that Liquid Courage tea. Wonder why. Maybe it has something to do with whatever the thing in his pocket is that he keeps reaching in to fiddle with.

- It's funny how they're all the same -
[ Closed to Hector ]

Content with his mingling, as day threatens to turn into evening, Capochin focuses his full attention on Hector. He steals his date away from whoever Hector is chatting with playfully, whisking him toward the dance floor.

"Hope you saved me a few more spins," he jokes. "I ain't done watchin' you spin around in that big ol skirt."

He's bolder than usual --- the tea doing its work. His pocket feels heavier than ever. And the lighting sure is gettin' pretty with the sun starting to set.

It's time.

- This would be a hundred times easier -
[ Sorrow's Song ]

Isn't it just his luck that a day so perfect could still find a way to get ruined?

As the music turns strange and eerie, and the grief and anguish of a thousand horrible memories washes over Capochin --- the death of his father, leaving his aging mother behind in Drain, the loss he felt watching Hector step through the Rift, Inspekta's neglect, his failures, his falling out with Razz, with Lulu, the realization he was dooming the world --- he can't help but feel like it's deserved. Through unbidden tears, he lets out a despondent laugh at the idea that he might simply be a magnet for misfortune. Half a century, lived poorly. Bad choices, harsh words, and deliberate self-destruction.

Maybe this is what he was meant to be.

- If we were young again -
[ Closed to OG Bizzyboys ]

In the depths of his despair, however, Capochin can't help but spot them among the crowd. Long blue hair, flashes of teal fur on a whipping tail, little red coats--- are those flowers? It's so absurdly cute that it gives him a laugh, despite it all.

But how could they be here? They hadn't died, had they?

"Hey!" he calls to whichever one can hear him, waving his arms to flag them down. "C'mere!"

- But as it is, and it is -
[ Sorrow's Song, now with immunity! ]

Whatever weird trick this Olwylder fella put on his Boys, it's working. Just spending time in the company of a few of his former subordinates has shaken Capochin out of his stupor. Or maybe they're just really charming little guys (and gals) now that he's actually paying attention to them. Whoof, he's sure got a lot of making up to do...

But the fact that he can shelf that for later, even as the somber music continues, is a testament to the efficacy of whatever is going on. And now, with any luck, he should be able to spread the effects to others. Maybe if they're real lucky, they can snap enough people free to chase out that creepy band...

[ Need a hand? Let me know where your saddest guys are or direct me to your TL and I'll give you a funny monkey. ]

- We're just two slow dancers, last ones out -
[ Wildcard!! Down for whatever. ]
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School Gymnasium

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2025-02-18 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Buk? Buk. BukbukBUKbuk. Buk!

You! Monkey person. You are friend to Dad, and so a friend to the Chicken Queen. She approaches, a white daisy with a couple petals missing clutched in her beak, and primly sets it on top of his foot before sharing her words of wisdom.

You may now pet your queen, lovely plebeian—and can spot John Rambo about five feet away if you would rather be social with the parent instead of playing with the chicken.

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Kitty Callahan | OC | OTA

[personal profile] thaumatophage 2025-02-17 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
a. sonata of awakening
Party? Party! Kitty's not a fancy-garden-party kind of gal, and she's a little wary because of the LAST time something like this happened (i.e. nightmare murder maze).

But she's enjoying herself, feasting, dancing, and generally making merry.

b. elegy of emptiness
Until, you know, the party crashers show up.

Like everyone else, the sorrow overwhelms her, but...but there's a little spark in there beating it back. What John had told her, maybe there's a second chance.

And that's not a spark of joy. It's a spark of anger.

One's as good as the other, right?

She digs her fingers into the dirt, snarling as she gets to her feet, half-blinded by tears of sorrow and rage as the carved bone Buddha on her necklace serves as a tactile reminder that things aren't bad forever.

"I'm sick. Of being. Upset!" she yells, eyes glowing, and stalks to the barrier of thorns, trying ineffectually to rip at it with her bare hands. That's not all she's doing, though. She's let go with the anger and rage and sorrow coursing through her, and she's actively absorbing magic around her, her aura essentially a black hole. The thaumatophage that she is is feeding, gorging itself on Sorrow's Song, but she can't kill the demons unless she touches them. She can't stop it if she can't touch them and if she touches them she'll die so just let her die if it'll make it all stop! That's what she's made for, after all! To eat magic and kill and die from it, and if it'll do a damn bit of good she'll march to her death gladly!

An animal roar of raw, painful emotion tears itself out of her as she attacks the impenetrable wall of thorns. The thaumatophage's drain is indiscriminate, and while (fruitlessly) targeted at the orchestra may also 'friendly fire' at any magic users around her who are trying to stop her from this impossible task, especially if they touch her. Right now, she's basically an overheating reactor and is not particularly interested in identifying friend or foe.

c. song of healing
Now that she's managed to have a little bit of joy seeded in her soul, Kitty's going around trying to help people out of their sorrow. She's even put her little jingly headband back on, as if it'll distract from her scratched and bloodied arms and her tattered dress.

"Hey," she says, shaking someone. "Hey, you wanna see something cool?" she asks, well planning to make a fool of herself.

wildcard | oath to order
[Throw somethin' at me or plot on discord? Dance with the kid, eat too many of those birds nest hash brown fellas, go nuts!]
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b. elegy of emptiness

[personal profile] yourscooly 2025-02-18 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)

After the Bizzyboys were let loose on this alleged "garden party" (Vibiano wasn't listening too hard, he was too busy trying to figure out if Olwylder was wearing real or fake fur, and which one would be tacky and which one would be classy), Vibiano ducked out of the way to rearrange the flowers on his uniform. And then he went forth ... well, no, he walked about five metres, saw Kitty and immediately decided that since she's the first one he saw, he'll start helping right here.

"Woah, woah, woah," he says, waving his hands in Kitty's direction, but not too close to Kitty, in case she mistakes him for thorns. "Careful, you'll ruin dat beautiful dress!!"

Actually, the thought of Kitty further tearing up her dress is so awful that he abandons caution and comes closer to inspect the damage. And as he carefully grabs a handful of the fabric, he realises something. One, it's really nice fabric. Not synthetic. And two, that stitching's not mass-produced. This thing ain't off the rack.

"Is this bespoke? Yew tearin' up thorns in a bespoke gown??"

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Alice Dyer | OTA

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2025-02-17 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)

Flower Court

During the procession, Alice has the look of someone dangerously close to cracking with laughter despite all her best efforts to be nice and put-together for the ceremony. In fact it's probably less despite and more because—elegance is not her natural state of being and the more she thinks about not looking stupid in front of all these people the harder it gets not to do something that'll make her look stupid in front of all these people. Ain't that the way.

Dressed, this time, in a slim silhouetted dress that matches her hair dye and escorted by Gerry in all his gothic glory, she does otherwise at least look the part and she is—despite all prior objections to the idea she even fits this thing, Gerry—enjoying herself. She gets her flower crown, she pins the boutonniere on Gerry with a bit of a shit-eating grin on her face, she takes her seat and watches Dahlia approach whilst still sobbing no less than she was when they were all told the results. Thinks good for her to herself (and is immediately glad no one can see the meme image that automatically appears in her brain with it).

And then the ceremonial stuff is over and Alice immediately slumps in her chair like the very concept of proper posture has insulted her. "Thank christ, two more minutes and I think I might've— I dunno, exploded because I hadn't talked in too long or something."

She'll be hanging around the head table long enough to eat, drink and have a chat with the rest of the court for a good while.

Be Merry

Eventually, Alice leaves the head table to mingle and even do some dancing. There is zero shame to be found in her out on the dance floor, especially after a couple glasses of wine, nor in her attempts to pull friends out there with her. After the last few months, she really just wants to try and have a good day for however long it lasts.

Ballad of the Damned

How long it lasts is, of course, only until night begins to fall and the infernal band takes the stage, throwing the party into all-consuming misery. Mournful music floods the air and it is only the fact that Alice's deal with Dahlia offers her some protection that means she doesn't break down under the weight of the images drawn back from the depths of her memories.

(Her parents dying right in front of her when she barely felt like an adult, yet—having to step up for Luke, having to close down the leftovers of her parents lives one mundane phone call at a time. Arguments with Sam and the dreaded we need to talk that heralded the trajectory she'd always assumed her life would had changing entirely. Endless days alone in her shitty little apartment, disconnected from the outside world by the night shift and endless failed relationships that never fill the void. Always the last one standing in the office, the only one who can stick it out, sacrificing every principle and relationship she needs to stay sane.

The plague, here on the island, people banging on the door begging for help. Aster looming over her and her capitulating all over again. More and more arguments with Sam, baggage yet to be unpacked.)

The sorrows swells, but she can swallow it down well enough to stay moving. Not just to stay moving, but to try and find people. She has to find people. She has to help.

[ OOC: characters within arms length of Alice will be offered the same partial protection from infernal influence, as part of the boon she has. This effect will fade once they're away from her again. ]

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Be Merry - HA

[personal profile] huntingtruths 2025-02-18 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
Sam isn't sure why he had decided to go to the party but it was better than wallowing in his room at the Oak and Iron. He even managed to get a new suit for the occasion. Darker than the one he had worn to the ball around with the demons, but still a very nice fit. And for the most part he was enjoying himself, save for the occasional glances he would toss at the table, seeing Alice and Gerry walking together made his stomach twist in knots.

Not that he was jealous.

No way.

Why would he, Samama Khalid, be jealous that his ex had brought the walking embodiment of Hot Topic and was laughing and carrying on with--dear god he sounded jealous even in his own head. Which was stupid. Gerry was a great guy from what Sam had seen. No reason to dislike him. And besides, he and Alice had been over for years. Hell he had been the one flirting with someone and accusing Alice of being jealous not that long ago.

And of course that's how Alice finds him. Internal struggle and all with a glass of wine in hand and just....staring at the ground.

"What? Oh, hey." He looks up at her and smiles. "Having fun?"

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Tarantulas (and Dawn!) OTA

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2025-02-18 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Merriment

Tarantulas very nearly didn't come. The...events that followed last year's Merrymeet still feel real and immediate to him, and he's loathe to expose her to malicious gossip while she's still so young. But Erik convinced him to give it a try, arguing that it would do more damage to associate her origins with shame and secrecy than otherwise -- and more immediately, he suggested that most of the townspeople would be preoccupied from discussion of the recent shared nightmare and Dahlia Leed's nomination, with no time to drag up old news from last year. So he and his daughter are here too, wearing identical flower gowns, with Celestine's golden ribbon tied like a sash around Dawn's waist.

For a while Tarantulas is too busy to be suspicious of anyone, first in persuading Dawn to stay in her seat during the procession of the Flower Court and then in keeping an eye on things when she joins a group of only slightly-older little girls in a lesson on making flower crowns. Only once its clear that the children (and their attendant adults) aren't about to reject or bully her does he start to relax.

If you're interested in approaching him, now's probably the time. Just don't make him tense up again; he might bite you.

Dolor

Tarantulas is immobilized with grief -- literally. There's a voice in him crying out to find his daughter and protect her, but...what's the point of it all, really? What can he really do for her that someone else couldn't do better? What if he's just weighing her down, holding her back? Certainly his presence has never benefited anyone else. Prowl, Springer, Verity...he only ever made things worse for all of them. And Overlord? River? Hah, relationships? More like sick jokes. Face it Tara, you're just not meant to be around people. You're a solitary creature, just like the animals you imitate.

Groaning with pain he crawls under the nearest table and transforms, wrapping his legs tightly around himself like a spider already struck dead. Dawn, meanwhile, has lost track of him: she whirls and runs through the crowd, tears streaming down her poor little face while she squeaks for attention and help. She's still just a little girl after all, not even one year old. She doesn't understand what's going on, she just knows that everything is scary right now and she can't find her father. Please help?
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Dolor (cw: offhand suicidal ideation in narration)

[personal profile] impostor_syndrome 2025-02-18 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Purple feels like proverbial dogshit at the moment, but having an unattended crying child bonk into their shins is certainly one way to take their mind off how they've let so many people die that the best thing they could have done for the galaxy would be to stay on Adamance and let the baboon hawks take them. They've always had a fondness for children, although they don't know if they could ever see themselves as one of those people who put their kids in their own little spacesuits and take them to work with them. And not just because of all the times they've seen a tiny little orphan staring at the wall in shock.

...In addition, the squeakiness of the little thing's cries sparks a sense of urgency in them that has a much more recent origin. Purple sweeps her up into their arms and rocks her gently before it's too late. "Shhh, shhh, you'll be fine."

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Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role | OTA

[personal profile] not_the_last 2025-02-18 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
a. the spring clad all in gladness

Cassandra is here with Okie, enjoying the chance to dress up and celebrate -- but alert for the political undercurrents of the day. When Dahlia is announced the Flower Queen and applauded by the crowd, her own smile and applause are genuine, but also concealing some more complicated feelings, primarily relief; she's been aware all morning of how badly this could go, and for the town to turn out so thoroughly in favor of Dahlia after everything is a better outcome than she feared.

She'll give herself over to the celebration after that, partaking of the feast, the flower braiding, the dancing. And she'll make sure to take a moment to congratulate Dahlia in person.

b. doth laugh at winter sadness

With the first somber notes of the music come the feelings she's been trying, mostly successfully, to bury.

It must be nice, it whispers. Can you imagine the people of Whitestone learning what you've done and still embracing you as their lady? The very idea. It would be comical if it weren't so sad. And underneath, insinuating, mocking: Oh, did you cherish some fond hope that you might get some public acclaim you weren't born to? You know better. That's for others, never for you.

Stop it, she tries to tell herself. This is foolish. You're not a child, to sit here feeling sorry for yourself. Stop it, now. Stop.

Guilt, desolation, humiliating envy; shame at feeling any of those, that builds on all of them in a corrosive spiral, and feeds them in turn. She wants to sink down and vanish into the froth of her abruptly ridiculous-feeling skirts, curl up under a table and never be seen again.

Vanishing entirely isn't an option, much as she might wish it. Anyone could find her here.

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Hit me!
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Doth Laugh At Winter Sadness

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2025-02-20 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Once John escaped the melody, he plucked a flower off the hat of the little monkey that came to his aid and tucked it behind his ear on impulse—a little extra absurdity to stave off that remembered pain. When he gets the idea, figures out the nature of the fix?

Well, like any good Bizzyboy, J gets to work.

Recognizing Cassandra from the night the cultists killed them, when he spots her he rushes to her side and kneels down.

“Hey—your shoe’s untied.”

And if the absurdity of the non-sequitor gets her attention, John will gently press the tip of her nose with his index finger, complete with sound effects.

Honk-honk.

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daniil dankovsky's prom day || Pathologic || OTA except for the first one!

[personal profile] famedthanatologist 2025-02-18 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
prom day! (closed to Artemy!)
Dankovsky adjusts the collar of his cape for what feels like the tenth time in the past minute, never satisfied enough with it to just let it be. His own image in the mirror is barely recognizable. Perhaps he'd overdone it, it was a spring-themed celebration after all—

No. He shakes his head, ridding himself of the silly thought. No such thing: he's Daniil Dankovsky, for God's sake. It's not overdone, it's just right.

It does make it infinitely more stressful that Artemy was supposed to come get him, so they could go to Merrymeet together. Admittedly, it had been a stupid idea. He's been ready for an hour now, and has had no choice but to wait since, and Dankovsky is prone to pacing and overthinking details when he's left alone, especially if the event is question is one he's entirely unfamiliar with. Still, he does not resent the thought of it as he did the Dance of the Decayed. Perhaps he's finally getting used to this stupid, stupid town?

Regardless, he hears a knock on the front door. There's a nervous energy coursing through him at the sound - ridiculous, you're Bachelor Dankovsky, not a schoolboy!

Willing the unfamiliar feeling away, he walks up to the front door and opens it, standing high and proud.


danya, without the crippling anger
Ah, he's really done it now.
Yes, maybe he had been presumptuous in assuming he would somehow be immune to the so-called 'effects' of the drinks offered at Merrymeet. Now, he was uncharacteristically cheerful, ready to dance or chat with anyone that felt like subjecting themselves to a strangely happy Daniil.

Perhaps this is the occasion you've been waiting for? This likely won't happen twice!


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You're welcome to come bother Daniil however you feel like! <3
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[personal profile] medekh 2025-02-18 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
And Artemy is there. As promised. He's even dressed up in a three piece brown suit which, while it looks like he's underdressed next to Daniil, it suits him somehow, fits in all the right places- it's been tailored. Someone had to have helped him pick this out and get ready, you know he doesn't have the fashion sense to pull this off without help.

But he is pulling it off and he looks good. And he's obviously admiring the man who's in front of him as well, not bothering to hide it.

"Hey." He says, sounding like he's slightly out of breath, did he run to get here? Or is it just gay yearning... maybe both? "You look good."

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[personal profile] iamthepyre 2025-02-19 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
A short Mingle

Touya hadn't expected to go out but at the same time...it felt wrong not to. This marked a little over one year since he had found himself in this distant land, it was also one year since he first got to see Magne all dressed up and looking like the woman she was. Merrymeet apparently meant more to Touya than he had initially anticipated.

So he has a drink in hand and is making himself known in his light blue blazer and plain white shirt and dark pants, not hiding in shadows like he might have in the past. He'll be around for most of the night with Natsu draped around his shoulders but before things turn sideways he's already disappeared, snuck out to find a certain someone who he notes isn't attending.


Looking for YouClosed to Bart
Ducking out of the party with a parting kiss on the cheek to Magne, Touya seems to be on a mission. Said mission being: Find Bart Torgal.

The first place Touya looks is the clinic, just to be sure. He doesn't think the man would be working but he wants to be certain after all he knows how Bart can be. It's a nice surprise when he finds the clinic doors closed, on account of Merrymeet probably, and the white haired man is forced to instead make his way to Bart's place instead. Natsu nosing at his cheek as he jogs and disrupts the small fox.

There's no real hesitation when he gets to the place and knocks, not like in the past. Seems at least Touya has decided that he's beyond that for now. "Oi, Bart. You in?"
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[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2025-02-19 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
There's silence after the knock for several seconds, then the light thump of a pair of small feet on the door and the little chirrup of Dou Zhai. It opens a moment later after Bart has shooed the Bayleef away, and he looks back at Touya with a soft, tired smile. He's dressed in simple pajamas, a wide-collared shirt loosely laced at the front and bare feet that are nearly silent on the wood floor.

"Hello, Touya," he answers. "You've quit the festival early."

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Samama Khalid | Magnus Protocol | OTA

[personal profile] huntingtruths 2025-02-19 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Drink and be Merry
To say Sam was a little miserable right now was putting it lightly. Between everything that had happened towards the end of last year and how he had been throwing himself into his work and avoiding everyone...he isn't even sure why he came. But Alice was on the court and while it might be silly he wanted to support her.

She's his friend. She'd been his friend for years, and before that she was more. So much more. Something that has been weighting on him even more as the months tick by. So sue him if he's having a couple drinks, eyes flicking to the head table from time to time, and if you see a flash of jealousy in those deep brown eyes. No, no you did not.

Staring at the enchanted tease there's a moment where Sam debates one. Any of them might actually improve his night, though not Romance Reagent. The last thing he needed was him confessing to his ex that he might actually still have feelings for her, especially when she came to Merrymeet with someone else. Someone not Sam.


Ballad of the Damned(cw for gore and traumaaaaa)
When the band first gets on stage Sam doesn't think of it, until he really gets a look at them. Then all he can hear is a voice in his head practically reading out what could have been any number of cases, sorry Jon your voice is stuck in his head when it comes to bad shit now. Where some might step towards the stage to try and stop it, Sam is frozen in place. He can't move. Can't speak.

All he hears is the music until even that is nothing but background noise, it's like everything is under water. The look of the band brings up a horrible image, one he doesn't know and yet he does. A memory locked away, blocked out of sheer terror. A long dark corridor. No light.

Dr. F Welling. Not for him, not for Sam. He should go. Find an adult- Behind the door a man muttering. Muttering muttering muttering, hello? It all freezes. Shouldn't have said anything. Everything is falling and the light is gone. No no no, he shouldn't be there! He shouldn't have said anything! His bones reach for Sam but the flesh doesn't move, his mouth is wide to scream but there's no sound, no sound until the rending of flesh causes blood to spray out. A single drop on a brand new pair of shoes. Mother will be upset. What is this!? The skeletal hand flails around, held together by the sinew and dripping blood. The man digs bone fingers into his own chest and pulls a chunk of himself out, he throws it. This isn't right. Sam shouldn't be here!

All of this and the man still wasn't making a sound, just the wet slap of meat as he tears himself apart, as he rips the other arm from unmoving flesh and tears away his face.

He has no idea how he got there but whoever finds Sam will find him tucked in a corner, hands in shaggy curls, eyes wide and crying. "Iseetheirskullsthroughtheirfaces. Theywon'tstopgrinningatme." falls from his lips as he stares at the ground without blinking, tear tracks staining his face.

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Toss whatever ya want at him!!!
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Be Merry

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2025-02-19 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Gerry, who's been roaming the venue, catches Sam giving the tea selection the stink-eye and nudges him. "I'm not going to stop you from asking her to dance, you know. We're here as friends."

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Pyotr Stamatin (OTA)

[personal profile] stoneoftherose 2025-02-19 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Pyotr is underdressed for this event -- but since he's taken only an observer, not a participant, it's all right. He sits on a low wall some distance from the Festival Green, observing the party and making quick sketches and studies onto a large pad. Those who approach him may receive a sketch of themselves in their party clothes for a small fee -- or as thanks for bringing him food and drink -- while those who stay a while to watch him work, and who possess any familiarity with European art movements may at time recognize the romantic yearning of pastoral idylls, and at other times the writhing of Hieronymous Bosch's Unearthly Delights.

The artist himself seems to be of two minds about the party, the images he creates, tears out, and let fall into a loosely-stacked heap on the ground at times seeming to nearly drip with smug condescension, while at other times they're on fire with stark envy. But that changes when the sun touches the horizon, and a new band takes the stage.

Pyotr doesn't stop drawing, even when the tears fall from his eyes heavy enough to blot and smear the page. He draws the sorrow, the pain and confusion. He draws Andrey and Fever, Erik and Farkhad, and the bewildered milling party members. He draws the little blue people that suddenly appeared on the back of a black horse,
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[personal profile] medekh 2025-02-22 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Artemy, at some point before the Ballad kicks in, brings him over a plate along with a glass of water. It's much more generous than the plate he made himself, and on some level he knows it's unlikely that Pyotr will eat all of it, but some of it is more than enough.

"I figured you might not otherwise." Artemy says, like giving a stray cat a bowl of food.

He's curious as to what Pyotr's drawing, so after placing the food and drink next to him, he'll lean in slightly to see what he's drawing at the moment-

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Zivia Birnbaum | OC | OTA

[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2025-02-20 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Eat, Drink, and be Merry

As with a handful of earlier festivals, Zivia has put in a little extra work to make sure at least some of the food is prepared kosher, and she's taking full advantage of it now. Spot her in the crowd, frequently close to Degas but just as often off on her own, with a plate piled high; talking, laughing, at one point working with cheerful gravity on braiding a flower garland, at another very seriously attempting to teach the enchanted teapots to dance to the tune of "I'm A Little Teapot." (If the locals aren't familiar with this song, she will almost certainly teach it to the kids.)

Ballad of the Damned

She recognizes the darker music when it begins, from a year ago. This time she doesn't have the anger to spur her through it, and casting Calm Emotions on herself -- even repeatedly -- only goes so far. Grief and homesickness leave her unable to do much more than stumble through the wreckage of the festivities, not even sure in the moment who she's looking for.
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Before her, blue hands in fists and with a resolute stance, is one of the strange newcomers with - is that a gramophone horn on their head? Sure is, bedecked with a scribble for a face. What Zivia has stumbled upon is an attempt to do something, anything for the noise, as the creature charges forth with might...

And bonks off the thorns with a solid thunk of a sound, being pushed back almost cartoonishly. Okay. First try didn't work. Let him keep going at this, even if it's not going to work. It just might weaken some.

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Major Margaret Houlihan | MASH

[personal profile] soldierslikeus 2025-02-20 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)

Flower Court

Margaret is little surprised by her not placing in the voting, being new as she is, but that doesn't mean she isn't enjoying the attention that comes with being part of the procession. There's a smile on her face as she walks alongside Father Mulcahy and takes her place at the head table. She feels much more at home in the sleek olive green dress she chose for herself than the puffy pink thing she tried to wear for Scully not that long ago, and there's even something freeing about not having bothered to try and find male companionship that's anything more than friendly to join her.

After her first month here took such an odd and horrible turn, with the nightmares and all that, it's nice to take a day.

"This is all quite lovely, isn't it."

Be Merry

Margaret is far too dubious of the apparent magical teas to touch them, but she's not shy about drinking the wine and she continues to loosen up as she does. The food, of course, is delightful, and while she doesn't overeat she takes her share and can be found over at the chocolate dipping station on and off throughout the day indulging in its sweet offerings.

When she's not snacking or sat at the head table, she's seeking out dance partners—friends and acquaintances first and foremost, but she'll gladly take up with someone else looking for someone to dance with. She just wants to get out there.

(And if she keeps finding herself looking just as often at the well-dressed women around the green as she does the men, during moments of rest, then, well, she's just appreciating all the fashion on display. Obviously.)

Ballad of the Damned

How she hates to cry in public.

Absurd, really, that such a thing is her first thought as the melancholy overwhelms her and sets sudden tears rolling down her cheeks that she has no hope to control. But she always has been so worried about appearances and finding herself all but falling to her knees beneath the force of the emotion, it's the most normal thing she can find in her to think.

Hard to trace all the routes the sorrow takes through her mind. The patients all blur together, young men—boys, really, most of them only boys—who never made it out the hospital doors alive, or left permanently changed, or went right back to the frontlines only to wind up in the OR all over again. The feeling of never quite living up to her father's expectations and legacy, the daughter who should have been a son. Men who love and leave, a piece of her heart left behind every time.

No, no. This can't do. She tries, and largely fails, to pull herself back to her feet.

Wildcard

Hit me.

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Flower Court, Or *collects all the MASH cast like Pokemon*

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2025-02-20 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"...yeah, it actually is."

Which is slightly surprising for John to admit with any real sincerity, given how his last Merrymeet had gone. This time he's here with a greater feeling of purpose as Serranai's paladin, the glass bead encasing a flower and the wood leaf from Elsie on full display hanging around his neck, and the green brocade waistcoat all but marking him as a creature of the spring.

Last year, he'd been freshly back from Vietnam a second time, unsure of the future and still at odds with Sam. Now, he's got faith, purpose, partners and lovers alike, and a family. A real one, not just the chicken scuffing around at his feet in her little flower crown, but Kitty and Radar and Edgar. Good kids, all of them...guys like Alex, Hawkeye, even Father Mulcahy--brothers in arms and in spirit.

So, much as it startles him, the idle question from the beautiful platinum blonde beside him makes him realize that...yeah. This is...lovely.

"Not used to that--military." he explains, offering the woman his hand. "John Rambo, I run Baker Ranch in Northwest Hollow--and this lovely lady is Co."

Co, resplendent in her little flower crown where she's wandering around near John's feet, looks up at the woman primly.

Bukbuk? Buk.

You may pay homage to your Chicken Queen, nice lady.

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Gwen Stacy | Spiderverse Trilogy

[personal profile] thismaskismybadge 2025-02-20 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)

Eat, Drink, Be Merry

Never one to under-do something, the dress Gwen picks out for the event is all layered skirts and puffy sleeves, like a particular fluffed up ballerina complete with signature aqua-blue ballet shoes. It's probably a bitch much and frankly cost her half her bank account, but she likes it—and also the kids had at least a little sway over her choice.

Her little spiderlings—otherwise known as 7y/o Callie, 10y/o Olive, and 12y/o Letitia from the dormitory—spend their time flitting between hanging out with the other younger kids and hanging out with Gwen. They eat a bunch of food, chat a bunch, make flower garlands that they drape over each other, and dance around in a group. Occasionally, you might even find Gwen teaching the three of them a few ballet moves, or putting on a little one-woman ballet show for them with a big grin on her face.

When they're off on their own, Gwen either takes a moment to sit and chill out, catch her breath—eats more chocolate-dipped goodies and listens to the music, miming drumming arrangements with her hands—or mingles a bit, finding friends or getting in on the dancing on her own.

Ballad of the Damned

There's always something.

In the first few moments after the music begins, Gwen still has the composure to web herself up onto the rooftop of the gazebo to get a better vantage point. But that means that, as the pressure of the sorrowful song grows, it's there on the roof she finds herself shrinking in on herself as the tears begin to flow.

There's plenty of memories for it to draw upon. Peter, dead in her arms. Her father, unknowingly hating her for years. Miles, Hobie, all the Spider friends she hasn't seen in so long. Shouji being once again so far away. The Village in its entirety, another dead at her hands.

Nope, no, no—can't just sit here, can't just sit here above everyone and do nothing. Can't, and yet even trying to shuffle towards the edge is hard, the will drained and her depth-perception screwed by the tears.

Wildcard

Hit me.

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The call of ruffles and layers is a shared one, it seems, and Helena's been beaming all day so far. Sure, she didn't win, but she gets a flower crown, to sit next to Darcy, and to generally drink in the spirit of the event. So far, it hasn't felt like she's getting in anyone's way, and there's room to take a breath, to get excited that spring is so near in coming.

At the food table, she stops at the chocolate dipping station, attracted by the smell more than anything. But she can hear footsteps, and so she calls out the question she has to whomever it might be.

"This chocolate...do you think it used to be a house?"

There had been that mention of it in the paper. And some buildings smelled a little odd when she had been going about.

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Agent Connecticut / CT | OTA

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2025-02-20 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)

Flower Court

The whole affair is utterly unlike anything CT has ever taken part in before, a distant cry from military formalities or academic events from long ago. The pervasive sense of community among the locals is more familiar, reminiscent of the neighbourhoods she used to roam in a city so much larger and yet no less self-reliant, but even after months here she still feels out of step with it. Unsure of her place in this odd little town, outside of the work she's doing to try and find a way to free it.

(She's even less sure of how to feel about everything Dahlia, but for all her distrust of everything the woman is and the earned distrust in return, she has no desire to sour the day any.)

But still she smiles and plays her part, in her nice new dress and low, practical heels that frankly do very little to reduce the height difference between herself and her plus-one, Ripley—who you might eventually notice CT rather enjoying teasing.

She and Ripley leave the table to wander not long after they've eaten, but there are points in the event where she drifts back to the head table for a breather from the busier atmosphere on the green. Sometimes she just needs to sit for a while, maybe rub her feet that are no longer used to wearing anything but sturdy boots for long periods of time, and have a drink.

Be Merry

CT does make sure to mingle a little, when she's split off on her own. This is the first event she's attended where she's making an effort not to slip into Enforcer mode—working, more than relaxing. So she tries to find friendly faces to catch-up, see how everyone's doing and holding up after... well, everything.

You might even be able to get her out onto the dance floor, though she's likely to respond with a dubious laugh and a, "I haven't danced in— god, years. Can I at least take my heels off?"

It's the first real day off she's had in a long time.

Ballad of the Damned

Which, naturally, means the back stretch of the event goes to hell. Not unexpected, really, is it?

The sudden eruption of the thorned vines from the ground is enough to have her hand flying, instinctively, to a knife sheathed high up her thigh. Only, her fingers never quite close around it, stalled by the dawning realisation that this is not that kind of threat as the creeping tendrils of grief and loss and pain snake their way around her heart.

She knows it well. She's spent so much of the last few years of her life mourning—for her glassed colony, for her dead family, for the friends who have died or who consider her a traitor, for herself. But it has been months since it was so hard to compartmentalize it, to simply lock it away in a box.

Her eyes mist, but in the end she does not truly cry—there is a charm on her bracelet, made by Neil during her time with the Ocularum, that she feels insulate her. Dulls the edges of the song to something she knows how to act in spite of. Even with her vision watering, even with her chest feeling tight and breathless, even as she picks at the scar across her palm, she keeps herself on her feet.

She has to find— someone. Ripley, Crichton, Gaeta, Valdis— anyone. Anyone. There has to be something to be done about this. There's always something to be done.

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Hit me.

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Ballad of the Damned

[personal profile] 2onostromo 2025-02-21 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck.

She should have guessed something like this would happen. Should have been smart enough to know this place's affliction doesn't merely stop at dreams. Magic turns her eyes to faucets, a misery's tune pulls still-fresh images from her mind and no amount of self-soothing— or in Ripley's case, self-berating— appeases it.

Stop it.

Ripley rakes hands down a wet face. Kicks off her shoes for fear her legs might give out. Blood trickles where a thorn snags her.

Stop. It.

The sun has set on this party. The people's mirth is lashed by razor thorns, the food and drink tipped over amidst the panic, and she wants desperately to go home.

Home. Not to the shack-house in Northwest Hollow. Not to the cat, to the bed, through the cracked white door. She wants to be away, jettisoned through space in corridors that feel and look familiar to her. Punching buttons and flipping switches. Not this. Please, no more of this.

She needs to find Connie.

It takes everything in Ellen to move. She walks on unsteady feet, closes her fist around a ribbon on the Maypole and tugs. It gives away, snaps, goes limp. She winds it around the gash across her thigh.

The crowd is somehow still and writhing, several dozen people falling victim to personalized woes. Like worms in a corpse's chest cavity. Like fish in a net. She shoulders her way through them, scanning the crowd for the familiar face until finally, finally

Ripley nearly knocks herself over in her collision with the woman. She can hardly see past the tears in her eyes and her efforts to wipe them away are rendered useless. What CT sees is a tremulous, confusing mix of fury and dread. Fury at herself; her inability to hold onto control. And dread— that much is obvious.

She grasps her shoulder, steadies herself. Get yourself together, damnit.

"What the fuck's going on?"

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Valdis | OTA

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2025-02-21 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Eat Drink and be Merry

With Miles as her escort, Valdis walks in with the rest of the court, taking her seat until the ending of the ceremony and lunch. She tactfully avoids the magic teas, not for fear of being affected since they didn’t impact her the year previous, but just in case they somehow are more potent this year. She’s not keen to take risks. The food is good, but she can’t summon much of an appetite, so she mostly gossips with the rest of the court and others who are around, complimenting dresses, suits and whatever others might be wearing.

And of course she drags Miles and Max to the dancefloor at least once each, along with anyone else who looks lonely. She’ll dance with anyone who wants some of her time, even if she knows little about them. After all, what better chance to build relationships than at a party.

“You look wonderful today,” she says to her next partner.

Ballad of the Damned/March of the Bizzyboys

She senses the demons before they start to play, but she’s too distracted to react until it’s too late. She’s wearing her ring from Neil, and thank the goddess she chose to wear Elsie’s as well, as the immediate painful ripples from the other guests falling into despair only scratch at the edges of her empathy. No, it’s her own despair trying to break through that hinders her this time, but not so much that she can’t recall the difference between reality and the music. She goes from person to person, fighting her own sorrow to try to break them free.

“Hey, listen to me, this isn’t real, it’s like Dahlia's birthday, take a breath.”

As if Aster and his cursed family hasn’t harmed Dahlia enough.

But it’s not until she speaks with one of the strange newcomers that she feels the spell break completely and now, perhaps, she can help the others.

“Please listen to me, I know the pain you feel, but there is so much happiness in your life too, think on it, rememeber.”
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Being Merry

[personal profile] medekh 2025-02-22 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Artemy will see Valdis across the way, after Daniil has left him to dance with Elise, and he'll walk over. The two haven't properly talked since meeting, and he figures that this might be a good time to reacquaint under friendlier circumstances.

"Hello Valdis." He says, giving a nod while dressed uncharacteristically well in his three piece brown suit, "I hope you are keeping well?"

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father mulcahy | M*A*S*H (read note!!!)

[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2025-02-21 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
(( ooc: hello!!! as I am yet trapped in the Thesis Mines and still sitting on a January backlog, mulcahy won't have a proper TL. i'm only tagging him out. but, i want him to have a moment of serving the public, and he will go around uplifting folks during the Ballad of the Damned! soooo, rather than full entire formal threads, like Midnight Mass, people are encouraged to leave comments outlining their attending character's general reaction to him and his actions here! if we want to thread from there, great! but it's by no means a requirement. and iiiif you want to still get a mulcahy thread, just ask! ))

i've solaced me with scraps of song (( meta ))
He feels it. The music begins, and it pierces, blusters right through his skin and bones, a biting chill he remembers from many, many months ago, almost a year now--but he knows the sound of sorrow's song. His own soul sings it. It rises in him, and the tears come as Mulcahy collapses to his knees and claws at his collar. Tears shoved out from him by the press of shattered and unsolved grief, through the ever-widening cracks in him. Now, no bodily fluid is ever a simple thing. He picked up that much from the doctors. Tears are not just saltwater. They're made up of all sorts of things, all the messy, complicated things that bodies are made of. Water, mucin, lipids, immunoglobulins, urea, sodium, potassium, despair, guilt, hate, fury, anguish, sickness...

The noise grows. Not the music but his own mind, the blistering pace of panic, incoherent thoughts, noise and anger and a burning and a blinding, some kind of brightness,

and then suddenly, everything is quiet. Like a hundred dreams he's had before. Behind his eyelids, he sees snow. He sees a lit lantern.

Mulcahy struggles to his feet, and it feels like his heart has started beating again. He can still feel that sorrowful chill in the ends of his fingers and his feet. The grip over his heart. But something has stopped it from squeezing, and for now, he has a job to do.


the desolated ways along [ballad of the damned]
The Bizzyboys dance and jaunt and sing and are a visage of brilliant joy, and are perfect or what he must assume they've been brought here for. Mulcahy offers a different approach.

He will not have time to engage with everyone individually the way he ought to, but he can do something else. To each person, he crouches down and meets them where they are. First is warmth, a commiseration for pain, a genuine I'm sorry, a handhold or a hug if its welcome. And second, he will ask, can I tell you about a story?

And he will tell a story. They are stories from home and the things he's seen. Sometimes they are his own memories about soldiers passing through the 4077th. Sometimes it's something he remembers from history. Sometimes it's something he's read. In all cases, he remembers the ways in which people have taken each other by the hand, and offered a little relief. Do you remember what a little relief feels like? It feels like a lot.

And third, to cement this relief, he will ask, could you tell me a soft memory?

And by then the tears will either be gone, or be changed. He will ask if he can retell it to someone else who needs to hear it. Or, possibly, if you would like to do it yourself.
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The Desolated Ways Along

[personal profile] vespertineactivity 2025-03-13 09:52 am (UTC)(link)

The thing is... Vespertine doesn't react to the song the same way most of the humans, the living people, do. It doesn't drop to the ground weeping, or cry in despair, or try to fight... No. It points itself at people and tries to help, near emotionless, not very effectively. The deeper into despair it goes, the more it reverts to something not quite like its core self.

And then it breaks. It collapses and by grace of luck, Mulcahy notices, and treats it like a person. It's a little awkward. Vespertine is too small for hugs or hand holding, but the intent is enough.

Vespertine listens to the story. It likes to hear stories, to learn of people. They're interesting, they're wonderful, and it's not like most of them, in the end. It appreciates the story. It reminds it that it knows many such stories.

And then the question. Vespertine knows its story will be.. strange. But it's compelled to tell it anyway. Back home, it raises riding spiders, as a hobby. It spared a nest, and that nest followed it home. It emphasizes, or tries to, how these creatures are like any other, how they care for it like any other, how it cares for them like it could any other.

Because it does care, doesn't it? And that's what it needs. And maybe it can share this caring with someone else. It will remember Mulcahy after this.

And perhaps in retrospect this whole moment will seem absurd, but under the weight of the song, Vespertine will remember.

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Radar O'Reilly | M*A*S*H | OTA

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2025-02-21 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
crowning of the flower queen [meta]

It feels like a fairytale.

Barb always liked those stories a lot better than Radar when they were kids: knights in shining armor rescuing princesses, happily-ever-afters, the stuff Radar figured he ought to want, all while he couldn't quite work out how to make himself fit into the story. He's not a knight, after all. He never will be. He's just... him, and that never felt like enough.

But here he is arm-in-arm with the best girl on the island anyway -- his best girl. Dahlia beloved by the whole town exactly as she is; Radar beloved by Dahlia, for being no more and no less than who he is. He doesn't need to do anything so ridiculous as rescue a princess (or a Prince). All he has to do is be at her side, lifting her up with the rest of Pumpkin Hollow to say I love you.

This is the story where he finally fits.

Just before Dahlia swaps places with Juniper, Radar cups her face to wipe away a few of the tears. He gives her a quick kiss, whispering in her ear, You're the best, and breaks into one of those huge dimpled grins that could light the sky. He doesn't even notice he's got a couple flower petals stuck in his hair. Since it's Dahlia's big day, not really his, he's kinda surprised he gets his own medal, too, but it's obvious to the whole crowd that he's proud near to bursting as Juniper passes him Dahlia's basket and pins the medal to his lapel.

No matter what happens once the barrier comes down, Radar's sure he'll remember that look on Dahlia's face for the rest of his life.



eat, drink, and be merry [ota]

And then: LUNCH. Like the day couldn't get any better! The food's great, the company's fantastic -- Radar spends most of it chatting happily with everyone at the Floral Court table, along with anybody else who swings by for a hello. Thanks to some of the teas (and a little bit of wine), he's as gregarious as ever with none of his usual nerves, and will readily accept any invitations to dance once he's had a spin or two with Dahlia. Come say hi!



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[hit me! i'm limiting my Sad Times threads due to OOC reasons, but am happy to plot something there and/or anything else you might like. just ping me in the usual places!]
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sad times wildcard

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"Hellooooo~?"

Patty wiggles under the tablecloth, sitting up and peering around like she entered a deep, dark cave? "Is anyone theeeeeeere?" she asks, and then cups her hand around one ear like she's listening for an echo.
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