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

[casbutt]

[ Castiel has already been around to say his hellos, of course. Dean has been on his mind quite a bit since they'd met less than a week ago, and the opportunity to sit together once more had been a welcome one.

Unfortunately, he had dedicated himself to periodically checking on his god, whose health seems to be for the worse this evening - and had taken to drinking with one of his former colleagues. Not that he judges Alan for doing this; he simply worries for him, being of a delicate state.

Catching Dean's gaze from afar, the angel gives him a look of apology. Reassuringly grasping his partner's shoulder, he'll speak something into his ear, before he stands to reapproach the hunter. ]

Dean. I-- believe I should be taking Alan home... [ With a concerned little frown, his hands absently curl. ] Perhaps I could... text you once he's settled?

[hunterofsorts]

[He's content with this. With these playful glances; some stolen others intentionally lingering. Yeah sure he usually goes after what he wants but Cas hasn't been one of those things. He'd never concerned it - okay so he's thought about it sure but never this long.

Seeing the look on his face, Dean is reaching out gripping both of the angel's shoulders, dark brows furrowing together with worry.]

Cas? What's wrong? [He's blinking then nodding, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Even if he wishes it were otherwise he knows Cas well enough that he'd feel guilty if he stayed.] Of course. I understand completely. He's your god and he needs you.

[His expression softens and he draws his hands away.] Absolutely. Text me as soon as he's settled I can come keep you company or we can just talk. It's fine.

[casbutt]

[ The reassurance notably eases the shoulders in Dean's grasp. Castiel isn't certain why he expected anything other than understanding - he'd even assured Alan that such would be the case - but, either way, it's a nice thing to hear.

What's more surprising is how receptive Dean continues to be; he doesn't even have to ask that the man come by his god's temple, as he'd been told to offer. His gaze raises to meet the other's, hope bright in his blue eyes. ]

I-- would like that. [ Features easing, something of a smile touches his eyes. ] Thank you.

[hunterofsorts]

[Feeling tension leave his friend's shoulders, Dean lets himself relax to. If Cas is on edge he's on edge if Cas is calm he's less on edge. That's how things usually work. And since Cas is a Shinki Dean has to remind himself that Cas doesn't know all the things Dean does.

He might not know what is a danger and what isn't so he's going to have to be on guard for both of them to an extent. Not that he doesn't trust Cas's god to look after the angel but - No one'd ever do it better than Dean. Seeing those eyes light up makes him glad of his new self-appointed task.]

Me, too.

[He really would, too. That smile gets a smile in response.] You're welcome.

[casbutt]

[ Standing himself a little taller, Castiel feels himself instilled with new confidence, now having the support of his god and Dean. ]

It shouldn't be in long before we're in touch, then. [ He grasps the other's man's upper arm briefly, before allowing himself to slip away, then.

It won't be long for him to help Alan gather his things and leave, but the first text would come perhaps thirty minutes or so later. ]

Waiting for my cue /Bricked

[hunterofsorts]

[All he can do is smile, this is what he loves about Cas, how he cares so goddamned much.]

I'll be waiting then. Be careful on your way back, Cas.

[What else can he do or say? Nothing that's what but it's fine.]

>text

[casbutt]

hello dean

we have arrived safely

>text (I just imagine him having a stupid grin on his face okay..)

[hunterofsorts]

Hey Cas. Good! Your god gonna be alright?

He's gotta be sick or something for you to be so worried.