015 | Sky Full Of Stars

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Tanabata Festival
When: All day July 5
Where: The Near Shore
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a party and you're invited!

Edit: OVERFLOW is here!



With Tanabata drawing close, the Heavens have decided that there is nothing wrong with a little celebration for the annual occasion. So they have invited everyone on the Far Shore as well as a large number of people from the Near Shore to attend a festival for Tanabata. Tanabata festivals are not uncommon in this area, so the Near Shore residents are none the wiser, though some of them are a little uncertain about where this street they've never heard of popped up from...

Tanabata is a festival held to celebrate the one time a year that the lovers Orihime and Hikoboshi can meet across the vast expanse of the Milky Way. Many birds have been working their tail feathers off to create a bridge for the two lovebirds and that bridge - perhaps unsurprisingly - touches down on this street, in the middle of the festival.

The Heavens have prepared entertainment, food stalls, and as many tanzaku as might be needed for everyone to write down wishes, along with plenty of bamboo stalks to hang the wishes from.

New arrivals will find themselves ushered to the festival and offered traditional clothing after their normal briefing at the Meeting Hall.



Stalls

There are festival stalls of every kind present, all run by shinki dressed in white robes and bearing the golden chrysanthemum of Amaterasu. Many of them seem a little bruised still, but they are happy to smile for anyone who comes to the stall they are running. There is food, games, and drinks available of all kinds, so feel free to roam around to your heart's content sampling everything that you can.

Performance

A large stage has been erected at one end of the festival street. The Heavens know that there are many talented gods and shinki present, so they are more than willing to clear spots in the scheduling for those people to perform. Anytime a Far Shore resident isn't on stage, there are plenty of Near Shore acts to go on, ranging the gambit from traditional music and instruments all the way to a rock band that has somehow found themselves here for the celebration.

Wishes

Pieces of paper called tanzaku have been strewn about a number of bamboo shoots all over the festival. There are brightly colored decorations on the bamboo and the papers themselves exist in every color of the rainbow as well. Attendees are encouraged to write down any wishes they may have and hang them from the bamboo, a normal Tanabata tradition. Wishes can range from 'I want a soda' to 'World peace' and anything in between. Obviously, some of these wishes may not be able to be granted during the time of the festival, but gods and shinki alike are encouraged to answer any wishes they can as well.

NOTE: Please report any wishes your characters answers to the first comment on this post along with a link to where the wish is answered. There will be small bonuses awarded for answered wishes.

The Bridge

As stated previously, the bridge that will allow Orihime to meet her lover touches down in the very center of the festival's street. It may be made of tiny pieces, but the bridge itself is sturdy. While it may not be able to take just anyone who sets foot on it across the Milky Way, you are allowed to walk along the bridge yourself, though you will always find yourself turned around after a short time and heading back towards where you stepped on. Lovers in particular are encouraged to walk the bridge together to deepen their bonds, but be cautioned! If you walk onto the bridge with someone, you might start feeling affectionately towards them even if they are your sworn enemy! Such is the power of love on this day.

In Summary:

• Enjoy the festival
• Watch some quality entertainment
• Make and/or answer wishes
• Meet Orihime
• Traverse the bridge
• Have fun~

Comments

OTA

[volksdaemon]

[[OOC: As per usual with Schuldig, please respond to his Powers & Permissions if you haven't already.]]

He may be trying to blend in with the scenery, but Schuldig still had to go and pick out a yukata the same ugly green as his favorite jacket. Bonus, he's walking around with a Hello Kitty with flower crown mask on. His normally unruly red-orange hair is actually braided, of all things, to keep up the hope that he won't be spotted.

He's primarily looking for new and interesting faces to eavesdrop on their thoughts, possibly by confronting them in casual conversation or standing nearby while they partake in other festive activities. He might also be nudging really awkward people towards the Bridge so that they can have maximum regret in the morning, not that he'll be joining them on the bridge.

Wishes

He's not actually going to make any himself. He may have some wishes, but they're things like 'the guy who killed my shinki needs to die a slow and painful death preferably at my hands' or 'let Crawford loosen the hell up once in awhile.'

No, Schuldig's on the prowl for wishes that he can "fulfill" ... to a certain extent. More a "be careful what you wish for" sort of thing.

[[OOC #2: We can take this to your top level or keep it in mind. Tagging this prompt just means you're giving Schuldig permission to know the identity of an anonymous wish while someone's writing it so he can then twist the meaning of it.]]

[rev13_3]

Jay's thoughts, as should surprise nobody, are a riot of disjointed sound and color. What little true content that can be plucked out of that staticky mess is mostly focused on the demonic nature of the festival-goers: they're all monstrous in his eyes. It's not dissimilar to the visual distortions caused by certain hallucinogens -- faces melting, mouths opening too wide, movements jerky or seemingly working against the natural movement of the joints.

This is hell, and Jay is a lone point of light within it.

But then Schuldig's mask catches his eye. (His own crown today is a spill of delicate little purple and blue flowers, worked into a thick braid with green-gold grasses.) While outwardly there's no sign that Jay spotted him -- he just keeps walking, toward the wish board at the far end of the festival -- mentally all that static explodes into glorious floral technicolor. For the space of several heartbeats his mind is nothing but flowers and a bone-deep kind of joy.

Good,, he thinks. Praise her. It's a prayer, as surely as if he'd dropped to his knees, hands folded. But too soon the filth of the world around him seeps back into his vibrant kaleidoscopic worldview, and the flowers shred beneath the buzzing claws and great blunt fangs of the festively dressed crowd.

[volksdaemon]

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