ph_logs | [Cukefest] June Event

VEGGING OUT!

Come on out, the weather's vine!

Happy Summer, Pumpkin Hollow! May the blessings of Kora be ever at your shore and the summer sun bring Serranai’s gifts to life. The days are long and the nights are alive, and the cucumber harvest has arrived. That can only mean one thing--- it’s time for the annual cucumber festival!

2 years ago, in the year 16:53, the festival was cancelled due to all of the cucumbers being turned into turnips by a prankster witch who remains at large. As such, last year the Green King election from the bungled year was honored. But this year, Pumpkin Hollow has opened voting to its newer residents, and with an exciting turn-out! So join us for this beloved summer holiday, and enjoy cucumber-based delicacies, dance at a fancy ball, check out Pumpkin Hollow’s first-ever Pride parade, and honor our new Green King!

This event (ICly) is one week long, running from June 8th to June 14th. It is a brief reprieve from the spooky shenanigans of Pumpkin Hollow and is therefore horror free. Come get a slice of life--- and a few cucumbers too!

Gherkin this party started

Easy Being Green

The first day of the Cucumber Festival is always dedicated to the crowing of the Green King. Last year, this was Theodore “Teddy” Pennyburrow, the foxfolk man in charge of the island’s dormitory house for children without family. This year, it will be his honor to crown the new Green King.

Unlike the airy, floral affair that is Merrymeet, the Green King procession is rustic and raucous, taking place in the cobblestone streets under the fierce glow of the summer sun. Drums beat and cowbells jangle as the sidewalks crowd with cheering neighbors and the members of the Green Court are asked to strut their way to the town square, where each receives a green sash embroidered with vines.

Bringing up the rear are the two runners-up--- Father Mulcahy in third, and Radar O’Reilly in second. Each one is gifted with a pin for their sash (one bronze, one silver) with their names engraved and an enormous jar of artisanal pickles from Miann Farm in their choice of spiciness. Then, it’s time for the man of the hour to make his way forward.

A breeze whips up a fine cloak embroidered painstakingly with cucumber vines, a collar of cucumber leaves adorning his broad shoulders. He is all smiles, and what a winning smile it is. The town’s beloved baker, voted Handsome Offworlder of the Month by the Northwest Hollow Senior Ladies Knitter’s Club for three consecutive months! The man, the myth, the legend, with a name so nice you say it twice--- Max Maximum.

When he reaches Teddy, he has to bend down to receive his leafy golden crown and scepter, but he stands tall to face the crowd as their 16:55 Green King! Congratulations, Max!

From there, it’s time for the commencement party, which is held both inside and outside of the Oak & Iron. Loud and joyful music, dancing, and tons of great food are on the docket for tonight, along with a sacred ritual. It’s time to get the Green King pickled!

The rest of the Green Court is tasked with each buying Max a drink until he’s unable to continue (though Crichton is given permission to present Max with a glass of pickle juice if he chooses). It’s up to Max to earn the right to graduate from Green King to the coveted rank of Pickle King. How much can our fearless leader handle? Can he hold his liquor well enough to beat Archie Brenning’s record? The night is young--- let's find out!

Barrel of Laughs

Once the first day of the festival is out of the way, it’s all fun and games--- literally! There’s a ton of carnival games, tests of strength, cooking contests for pickle-related dishes, and even a contest for biggest cucumber. There’s also some rides, some magically powered and some kinetically powered, as well as “dragon rides” that allow townsfolk to ride on the back of a red, flying leviathan around the island! (It’s just Inspekta in an enormous dragon mask, but he’s hamming it up.)

As with last year, there will be a raffle--- this year hosted by Calloway’s Curios, and with a very interesting selection of items.

Third prize is a Talking Water Companion. An apparatus worn on one's back that carries a substantial tank of water that it can expel for various uses. The nozzle also talks for some reason. Don't worry, it's friendly. Probably.
Second prize is a Bicolor Teleportation Circle Cannon. Using one blue magical ring and one orange one, it can be used to designate the entry points of a makeshift teleportation circle, apparently by clinging to the celestial and otherworldly magic lingering on surfaces around town. Can only be used on flat surfaces with enough area to allow entry to an average-sized person standing upright. Use with caution.
And first prize is a Triangle of True Sight. A teeny tiny triangular arcane construct worn on the ear. The wearer can use it to see monsters through solid surfaces and track their movements, spot otherwise hard to see tracks from animals and people, access a map of the island and receive guidance to specific locations, and translate languages---- including R'lyeah. It also includes a health monitor that can track your heart rate and count your steps. Fancy!
The consolation prize, given to all players who do not win a major prize, is a Chatty Rectangle, which is a little red object with a panel that opens on the front, which can tell them factoids about the island's Pokemon residents. Calloway has a whole box of them. Please get rid of them. (More will be available for purchase after the festival ends as well.)

Tickets this year have a significant price hike, because of course they do. They are each going for a whopping 300 Brass. Despite Calloway’s protests, Town Hall has asked that the purchase be limited to 5 tickets per person still, in the interest of fairness. If you'd like to purchase any, please use the "RAFFLE TICKETS" thread below to do so!

A Dill-ightful Array of Colors

For reasons some of you may be familiar with, Pumpkin Hollowites tend to be a bit dubious about the idea of parades. So when the idea of a Queer Pride parade was pitched to Town Hall, it was met with no small amount of side-eye from the locals. However, after a thorough explanation of the tradition and its significance, the event was approved wholeheartedly!

On the Wednesday of the festival week, the morning schedule features a parade of brightly colored horse-drawn floats, beautiful men wearing very little clothing, muscular women in heavy knight’s armor, androgynous people in fantastical clothing, and people of all genders clad in symbolic color palettes or different flavors of drag. It’s a splendid display that offworlders and locals enjoy, and the parade leads to the Greymare Library lawn, just off of the main area of the Cucumber Festival that is designated for Pride-specific booths and activities.

Gerry Keay will be hosting a repeat of his popular seminar, “Gay Shit 101”, and various speakers will also be asked to share speeches, performances, art, and poetry about their experience with sexuality and gender. Drag shows will be held on a small stage, the lady-knights will be sparring on a section of lawn for entertainment, and booths will be selling special craft pieces, clothing, and street food themed around the event. This festival will run alongside the main event from Wednesday to Friday, but will close on Saturday to allow the folks running it to attend the closing festivities of the Cucumber Festival.

Town Hall would like to extend a huge shout-out to Pinhole Printing and Binding, the Velvet, Ambrosia, and Silk brothel, and the Bizzyboys for helping to sponsor and organize the event! Pumpkin Hollow is excited to incorporate this celebration of identity and expression into their summer traditions going forward!

A Slice of the High Life

On Saturday, it comes time for the closing ceremonies. Many of the food and game booths are still open in the main area of the festival for the morning and early afternoon, but they close up early to prepare for one final event.

You see, Pumpkin Hollow’s last major celebration was for Merrymeet back in February. The normally delightful spring cotillion was interrupted by Efrain himself, preventing people from fully enjoying the party for the second year in a row. To make up for lost dancing time, this year’s closing celebration of the Cucumber Festival will feature an indoor-outdoor fancy dress party in Town Hall and in the plaza.

As before, if you would like a custom outfit for the occasion, you will need to foot the bill. However, if you aren’t able to pay for one, there will be 50B rentals available, with one catch---- everything that is available for this offer is in a shade of green, since the clothes made for this purpose are made of excess fabric from the festival decorations. Seems like Yorick, in a distracted state after his breakup from Mayor Poe, ordered double the amount needed, and Town Hall is very much hoping that the rentals will help make up for some of the lost budget.

As usual, there will be an impressive array of food (much of which will still be cucumber-based), plenty of music, and good times with friends! Perhaps a little interpersonal drama for later gossip as well? Time will tell! Let’s end the Cucumber Festival with a bang!

Speaking of bangs, once the party ends, there will be fireworks lit outside, so grab a seat on the Festival Green for a romantic evening or grab a complimentary potion of Deafen on your way home for a good night’s sleep. Happy Cukefest!

| CONTENT WARNINGS: alcohol use |

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The man of the hour is only as big as a slightly smaller parrot, and he's currently on Fever's shoulder, gazing off into the distance at something. Fever meanwhile hears the familiar voice and turns with a grin. She's still got the ribbon looped around her hand, in case the wyvern wants to try to fly off again.

"I do indeed - though companion is a strong word for the little beast that's invaded my living space and my days."

Mhm. Keep saying that, Fever. It's not as though you color-coordinated his harness to the festival.

"He's perfectly tame, other than being a bother."

A smart idea, given the nature of dragon-like creatures. He's far smaller than any Sorceress has seen before. ~~If Wizard were with her at the moment, she'd say that description fits him rather well too.~~

"He is rather darling looking. How did you come across him?"

"He accosted me last summer, as it happens. His species usually dwells down in Paradesium, but the weather brought a number of different beasts up to investigate the isle and generally stick their nose in things, and he was among them. I thought he was just a pest who'd go back home when the weather changed, yet he decided to stay."

A headtilt in response to these words, for the wyvern understands little of them, except perhaps beast. That's been said so much around him it's practically a term of endearment.

"I tried taking him back several times, encouraging him to rejoin his kind. But every time, he just...came back."

That said, she does come nearer, and gestures that Sorceress can pet him, if she cares to.

"Ended up naming him Chills."

Ohho. Paradesium. The dungeon she'd heard about from Wizard's investigations. It's a place the both of them have wanted to check out but aren't prepared for it at all yet.

So that's what they'll be running into, and more.

Sorceress, seeing as the little fella seems tame enough, reaches cautiously to let him smell her first before she attempts to pet him. "He's grown attached then," The witch smiles. "Hello, Chills. You're quite the cutie. Don't cause too much trouble for Miss Fever, alright?"

He allows the pets, and after a second, he decides that he likes it, and this new person is a friend. Thus, he lifts his head a little more into the touch.

"We'll see about that, given how the rest of the day goes. Are you enjoying the festival?"

It had certainly dazzled her, when she first saw it - but then again, it was the first festival she could ever remember attending.

She's honored she meets with Chills' approval! More scratches and pets incoming.

"I am. I've never been one for large gatherings but after that undead event, I knew I could use some fun. I can't say I ever thought there would be a festival for cucumbers though."

With a sample size of two, it's now evident: small wyverns are fond of sorceresses.

"Neither did I. But people will find any excuse to celebrate, it seems. And then it becomes, why not have a festival starring cucumbers?"

Her smile grows a touch more serious though, just for a moment.

"I hope you managed to stay well through all that, though. I promise such things don't happen all the time, even with how death doesn't stick at present."

Sure, the undead might not come to town, but there certainly always seems to be a risk of something, if she was to be brutally honest. Hopefully by the end of the festival, nothing at all will have happened.

Clearly they have good taste.

"I can't complain. There's been so many fun new dishes to try!" She smiles. Always the foodie.

The witch bows her head. "Yes. I begrudgingly admit it was mostly due to Wizard's doing. We remained safe through the whole ordeal. Tired, but safe. I'm glad to hear it's not a common occurrence."

She pauses for a moment. "How about yourself?"

"Well enough, when one considers the situation. I was out helping thin the ranks, and that was as intense an affair as you can imagine. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, though."

Just crashing hard when it all ended. Three days on little sleep and constantly casting took a toll, and she'd passed out almost immediately after it was done.

"This one here, though, was at Town Hall staying safe in the care of a dear friend."

"I'm glad to hear it. It certainly blew the cobwebs off for me, that's for sure..."

Sorceress can definitely share that sentiment. Recharging her magic is easy enough, it just takes some time, but constant use of it is very exhausting.

She smiles and gives Chills some chin scratches. "Was he now? That's good. Sometimes that's the best course of action."

Her attention returns to Fever. "Are you up to anything at the moment?"

"Not at present, no. Are you asking because you have an invitation to offer?"

Either just to her, or to the pair of them. But if just to her, she knows she can let the little one go, and he'll return to the apartment at night.

"Yes. I was thinking of checking out some of those festival games. They look amusing enough," The witch looks over to the area with the carnival games. She's never seen anything quite like them before. "But it's no fun alone, of course."

"Then let's go! Which one's caught your eye first?"

As she says it, she's already starting to head over - she's wasting no time. Their extra companion can stay along for the moment, since he's being good and clinging onto his ~~mom~~ caretaker.

Sorceress doesn't mind him tagging along at all. She can't help but giggle softly as Fever heads off towards the game before her, quickly following behind. "Hmmm. I was looking at those ones with the duck toys. I guess you pick one at random and see if it wins you a prize...?"

"A test of luck! I've always found those strange...either I do spectacularly, or I do extremely poorly, and it's only rarely that it's in-between."

Or it's just the realms balancing themselves as they should.

"Do you consider yourself quite touched by fortune?"

"I can be but I wouldn't say I'm lucky all of the time."

Just most of the time. (It's her 3rd highest stat!)

"But I'm far more willing to try a harmless game like this than something bigger to test that theory," she lets out a soft chuckle as they approach the square track the ducks are floating along. There's all sorts of different types and colors, making the game far more interesting than the usual carnival fare.

"Care to try first or shall I? Or should we let Chills choose?"

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