STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

[starhuemod]

LET'S PARTY!
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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]


The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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The Harvest God

[luckylunch]

offerings

[Curious visitors who wander a little beyond the boundaries of the festival and stalls might stumble upon a small square, surrounded by shrubbery and set with beautifully maintained plant beds. It has an air of calm seclusion that makes the lively festival seem miles away and at its heart, nestled in the winding roots of a particularly distinguished looking oak tree, is a minature shrine. It's been decorated with offerings in the shape of flowers and candles which flicker with a warm glow as the sun starts to dip below the horizon. If asked, the locals will explain that it's dedicated to the Harvest God- and some might, with a glint in their eye, add that he suffers greatly with allergies during the summer. Anything that might help would be an excellent offering in its own right.

Who knows? Maybe if you catch his attention, he'll even put in an appearance for the festival. It's not every day you get so many brand new guests, after all. Just one night among mortals couldn't hurt.]

[ooc: feel free to note, if they choose to do so, what offerings your character has left and let me know whether you'd also like for them to interact directly with the harvest god!]

[song_princess]

[ooc; We can have harvest god interactions!]

Leanne has heard of the poor god's plight with allergies, during her time in the village and has come up with a herbal medicine to help soothe the irritations. She goes to place the medicine on the alter along with some of her strawberries and offers a small prayer for him to continue to bless her crops.

[luckylunch]

Although it's the middle of June and the day has been gloriously warm, as she finishes her prayers, Leanne might pick up on a slight chill in the air- and, moments later, a shadow falling over her shoulder. In a rustle of silk robes, the harvest god kneels down and touches one pale hand to her shoulder. Unsurprisingly, it's cold.

"You've been here such a short time and you're already worrying about your crops." He laughs a little, obviously tickled. "What an industrious little farmer you will be."

Looks like it was a good idea to include that medicine. The whole ageless deity look he has going on is somewhat undermined by the fact that the tip of his nose is red and his voice is a little croakier than normal.

[song_princess]

She blinks as she hears the sound of silk robes and then the cold touch on her shoulders. Her wings perk up and she goes to look up at him. She blushes a little at his comment, relaxing her wings completely.

"I... I was brought here to help with the farming. It is the least I can do. Especially if I can help those in need with my crops."

She then gains a concerned expression and attempts to reach up to touch his forehead. "I should have made some more medicine to help warm you up. You seem to have a cold my lord." A pause. "I should have msmade you some tea as well."

Nooo! She is failing so much right now!

[sheepdad]

[ ooc: either way is fine, this is just what belias would do! ]

[ Even the Gods of this world desire tribute. Belias had not wandered into the festival much, but came to give tribute. For what else would he do? The Gods were cruel, but he still wanted their approval.

However, they did not have much to give - Belias placed a small crystal by the shrine. Crystalized fire in the form of Materia - though it would not assist with allergies in the traditional sense, smoke would change the air. Burn away the bad harvests, and bring change.

Perhaps it would bring change for them. Belias would remain kneeled there for quite some time, silently giving a prayer meant for the Occuria. Was this Harvest God cruel like them, or was it kind like Man should be? There was no way to know. ]

[luckylunch]

[It's a thoughtful gift- and one that evidently pleases the harvest god. The next doorway Belias passes under will send a wintry shiver through them thanks to a small bunch of vibrant yellow jasmine hanging overhead, ready for them to take in return for the offering.]

[jorie]

[ Jorie, looking shaky on her legs after building almost all these booths, approaches the altar and drops an offering of several carnival treats; deep friend everything, spider cider, funnel cakes, and so on and so forth-- and lots and lots of cotton candy. After that, she kind of slumps on the altar, letting out a small, droning 'aaaaaaaaaaaaa' ]

[luckylunch]

[marjorie please go to bed thank you but go to bed

don't make him make the sun set earlier prematurely he WILL do it]

[jorie]

[ BUT WHO WILL MAKE SURE EVERYONE IS DOING OKAY???]

[fiery_liger]

[Arietta wasn't entirely too sure if she's doing this right. She once served a religious organization, but even then the Goddess Yulia Jue doesn't demand tribute.

Still, being respectful, she only left humble offerings she found in the forest. Edible wild fruits, herbal flowers, and a jar of honey from wild bees. She made a prayer and wish for everyone's happiness, good health of animals, and for herself.

Other than, just a humble prayer and offering she has to offer.]

[luckylunch]

[The next morning, Arietta will find a small posey of snowdrops tied with a white ribbon resting by her pillow. Aside from being totally out of season, they don't appear to have any magical properties but it seems that the harvest god appreciated her offerings.]

[fiery_liger]

[Well! That's...quite a lovely surprise. When Arietta found the flowers on her pillow, she wondered how it gotten there...she has no idea that it came from him.

For now, she'll make it a deal to figure out the name of the flower later on. In the meantime, she puts it in a blue vase, which rested on the windowsill of her kitchen, where whenever she cooks her food, she gives a prayer of thanks for simply being here.]

[ofmisery]

[Silk isn't exactly prepared to make a suitable offering for a god of the harvest but he knows it's only polite to pay respects to the local spirits. A harvest god (especially one suffering from allergies, how cute) would appreciate something medicinal...if only Silk knew anything about herbal medicine. The local shops had a few non-holistic options so Silk left a little white box that rattled with pills inside, claiming to help with allergy relief.

And just to cover his bases Silk wrote out some fake money on little squares of paper, burning them in offering and prayer at the shrine. That was how one paid respects to their ancestors back home so he figured it couldn't hurt. This is a god of the harvest, not just nature, and bounty is just another form of wealth.]

(OOC: Interaction is fine!)

[luckylunch]

[As always, when the harvest god appears, it's with little fanfare; a change in the air, maybe, or a shiver of wind, but nothing more. Silk might not even realise that he has company until he hears someone speak from just behind him.]

You've gone to great efforts for a god you know nothing of, stranger. [There's something almost fluid about his voice, like the rush of a forest stream or an April shower.] I daresay you've done this before.

[ofmisery]

[It's subtle enough that Silk is surprised, head lifting and turning at the voice. The sharp reaction softens almost as quickly as he realizes who snuck up on him. It's rare for the gods to appear so readily in his experience and he certainly wasn't expecting an audience...Silk rises to his feet and offers a small bow. He'll adapt.]

A few times, yes. It's never a bad idea to make an offering, particularly as a stranger in a strange land.

[Even more so if that stranger happens to be a Deathknight whose existence alone could be seen as a threat. Silk is smiling when he looks up again. He's not here under his mistress's orders and has no intention of causing trouble, that's the real message he wants to get across.]

I hope that means my offering pleases you.

[luckylunch]

[He laughs warmly and inclines his head in return, hair ornaments glinting in the evening light. It appears that he's stumbled upon a very prudent man- and that attitude is always looked upon kindly, no matter what universe one happens to fall into.]

It does. But I have a question... [He brushes past and kneels by the shrine. Rather than reaching for the little box, though, he picks up the charred remains of one of Silk's hand-drawn notes and, with great curiosity, turns it in his hand.] ... did your gods demand this kind of tribute? I must admit, I'm fascinated.

[ofmisery]

[Silk's gaze follows, smile tugging faintly wider at the god's approval. Good. His brow lifts as he's asked about the burnt offerings and Silk taps his fingers over his chin as he decides how best to answer.]

The little effigies?

[It was more than a symbolic gesture. Death was how one's soul passed into the Underworld and so the sacrifice of wealth, even ritualized with paper effigies, brought that wealth to the Underworld in the form of essence where it could be used as real currency. Not that Silk fully understood how it worked. 'Money' was burned as an offering, the ghosts who were being prayed to received it, why wouldn't it work the same for a god?]

Prayers like that are most often offered to the souls of one's ancestors. It's the ritual I am most familiar with.

come at me god

[ringrust]

[Mallory would be an idiot to go on believing gods aren't real after encountering many such things in Koriko. He's still not particularly devout, but he figures that whatever powerful entity running things here is who he has to thank for finally winding up somewhere peaceful with the people he cares about. It's worth bowing his head in quick thanks for. ...Besides, for all he knows this god could be some prideful jerk who'd smite him if he didn't.

(Allergies though? Seriously? He also leaves a small packet of tissues.)]

[luckylunch]

[Really, all that he had intended to do was take up the offering in a little breeze and spirit it away but, at some point, that familiar itch in the back of his nose had started up- and there's no stopping this sneeze.]

AH-CHOO-!

[The sound is like a gunshot in the tranquility of the square and the ornaments in the god's hair even jingle as the force of it knocks him back.

Well, there's no point trying to be subtle now. Hywel taps Mallory on the shoulder lightly, just in case that somehow didn't catch his attention and it probably feels like a sigh of cold air across his skin. This is hardly the most elegant of introductions but...]

... I think I might need those.

[ringrust]

[Oh no. Oh dear. It's just a bad idea all around to make sudden loud noises behind a boxer with bad PTSD, at night, in an unfamiliar environment. It doesn't matter how peaceful he knows this place is supposed to be, the instant he feels the touch he's whirling around and

PUNCHING THIN AIR?? MAYBE?? punching a god right in the face and ending the game????]

[4leafhair]

Yotsuba leaves a bouquet of hand-picked dandelions. It's a little haphazard. There's also a (very small child's) drawing of a girl and her nincada.

[luckylunch]

The next day, Yotsuba will find a small bouquet of lilac resting on her bedside table- along with just enough ribbon to make a collar for her nincanda. pls be responsible with your large bug in a farming town yotsuba!!!