22 - Harvest Moon Viewing

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Harvest Moon Viewing
When: September 10, 6 PM
Where: The Meeting Hall grounds
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a moon-viewing party!







Party Games

Children are dashing all over the moon-viewing grounds in the early evening, flying kites or playing tag and other games. Many of them are wearing cute seasonal rabbit masks made of paper, or sporting ink curlicues and scribbles drawn over their faces, if they've lost too many games.

Card games and spinning top battles, a few practice archery butts towards the edge of the park, poetry-composing competitions, and even badminton: there's something for everyone, and anyone who doesn't look too busy may find themselves offered a rabbit mask and a game to play. Or perhaps you'd like to try your hand at drawing people into your own game?

Moon Viewing

The moon rises not long after sunset, looming over the garden in hazy golden and red splendor thanks to the volcanic fumes in the atmosphere. The games are winding down as darkness falls, and the faint scent of burning incense fills the air as people settle to view the moon rise. Shinki in their festival best, adorned with Amaterasu's golden chrysanthemum, are serving the guests. They set out trays of fresh seasonal fruit (Japanese pears, persimmons, and chestnuts) and plates of mochi, serve sake, and light portable grills to cook sweet potatoes and skewers of meat.

Mazed & Confused

Part of the grounds have been rearranged into a hedge-maze made of tall, plumed grasses packed close together. A sign at the entrance reads, "Bring back my ribbon from the center of the maze,
and I'll give you a special prize!"

Unfortunately, that's harder than it sounds. The maze is full of dead ends, confusing turns, and twisty little passages, which all look alike. It's almost magical how easy it is to lose your way inside, and the tufted grass will prove to have painfully sharp edges if anyone tries to cheat by pushing their way through the "walls" of the maze.

Those who successfully find their way to the center will find a white ribbon fluttering from the top of a tall pole. If they can climb the pole, pull the ribbon free, and make it back to the entrance, they will hear the sound of a child's laughter, and the ribbon in their hand will disappear to be replaced by a round cake of mochi. Enjoy the prize!

Wild Moon

One of the children participating most energetically in the games of tag and dashing around the party is wearing an oversized gray hoodie with the hood pulled up right to the edges of his happy rabbit mask. He's not being very careful, either: he keeps bumping into other party attendees and barely taking the time to mutter an apology before he sprints away.

Although nothing noticeable happens at the time, anyone who's been tagged or bumped into by that particular child will begin to feel more emotional, quicker to react, and less self-controlled as the night wears on. Those who he only brushed by won't be too powerfully affected, but the more times that he has run into someone, the stronger the effect will grow.

(Note: This won't cause anyone to have emotions that they wouldn't feel otherwise, but both ongoing moods and temporary reactions could be amplified.)

In Summary:

• Play party games
• Relax with snacks
• Try to solve the hedge maze
• Go wild
• Have fun~

Comments

[untodeath]

[ Humming a merry little tune, Grell has seated herself on a rooftop, feet swaying over its ledge. Images of her recent kill dance through her mind; cherry blossoms peppered with the fresh spray of sanguine, glistening like rubies beneath the full moon-- truly gorgeous.

That same blood has begun to dull on her blade, however, and she's taken to wiping it clean and picking off stray bits of flesh with a pretty white handkerchief. Should make it easier to save, for later purposes.

The reaper's hand stills, as reverberations of his footsteps reach her ears. ]

Hᴍ! What luck.

[ Fantastic for her - perhaps less so, for the poor (albeit capable) fool she's spotted.

Once climbed to her feet, Grell pockets the cloth and makes her way toward the source, from above. It's only moments before she's upon the other redhead - whose stature is quite telling of his mental state! ]

Rough evening, I take it.

[ Standing behind him now, the lady tilts her head with a flirtatious bat of her lashes! She might appear even more suspicious than she behaves, red splatter over her neck and cheek, clothing blackened with wet blood - and, of course, there's the chainsaw that she still holds behind her, blade just barely scraping the ground beneath her feet. ]

[erogappa]

[ He smells her before he sees her. With his mind churning full of thoughts of butchery (he can’t think about Hakkai without thinking about mass slaughter and he can’t stop thinking about Hakkai what is wrong with him) it takes a moment for the smell to register as something actually present, and not merely a figment of his overactive imagination.
But the woman standing behind him is all too real. She reeks of gore, and no wonder – wide-eyed, he takes in the blood coating her face, soaking her clothes (how much of that blood is hers? He can’t tell how badly she’s injured), dripping from the...

...wait, hold up, what the fuck. Is that a chainsaw!? ]

Looks like yours hasn’t been much better. [ He’s still giving her the benefit of the doubt – if she collapses mid-sentence from blood loss he won’t be at all surprised – but his raises his left hand to about waist height, fingers curled slightly, his summon weapon ready at a moment’s notice to be called. ] You okay? What th'hell happened?

[untodeath]

[ A fool, after all. At the very least, his sense of propriety is commendable. ]

On the contrary! I've had myself such a glorious time, that I'd decided to extend the festivities.

[ A croon of a chuckle slips past Grell's wildly grinning teeth! With the raise of Gojyo's hand, she draws her chainsaw from the ground to take grip in both hands. ]

Perhaps you'll do me the honor of a dance beneath the moonlight!

[erogappa]

[ Oh. Oh shit.

His only memories of fighting have been against ayakashi, usually in the form of a weapon (and the occasional drunk who tried to throw a punch when getting booted from the bar), but Gojyo's body holds the muscle memory of a very long, very violent trek across China and the hundreds if not thousands of bodies he'd left in his wake. He's moving before he realizes it, his staff appearing in his hand and the wicked spade-shaped blade coming around like a baseball bat, aimed to take her head clean off her shoulders. ]