Entry the Sixth: Shanah Tovah!
[as promised, Lemony has set the ballroom for a traditional Rosh Hashanah seder - well, as best he could, anyway. asking the castle aloud for things seemed a bit odd, so the night before, just before sundown, he wrote up a sort of shopping list and tacked it to the fridge. when he got up in the morning, he went down to the kitchen and was rather shocked to see the ghosts carrying the dishes out to the ballroom, through the lobby ... "rather shocked" here having the meaning of "Lemony Snicket screamed like a little girl and hid behind one of the columns until they had all gone by". after they had passed, he went up to the library and found a few bound translations of the Torah, as well as some books on Jewish customs and traditions, and brought them down to the ballroom.
then he set about making the place look comfortable, rearranging the chairs and smaller tables in cozy little groups, so that the food could be picked up buffet-style and brought back over to the tables for company and conversation. once it's all been set up, he steps back to survey his handiwork]
Well, it isn't the most traditional setting I've ever seen, but ... without a rabbi present, it's for the best. [at the very least, he remembers what is recited over the seder foods, and that's enough for him] I suppose if anyone wants to do something a bit more Orthodox, they're welcome to. It's all rather ersatz for a seder, but it'll do.
[with that, he settles into a chair by the door and spends a few moments in quiet reflection, in keeping with the holiday, and waits for his guests to arrive]
This is meant to be a day for asking forgiveness of those we have wronged, and reflecting upon ways we might improve ourselves in the year to come ... but those I have wronged are not here to be asked - and far too numerous. If Kit were here, I would ask her to forgive me for asking her assistance that one afternoon at Briny Beach... I should have done more than simply drive that taxi to the Hotel Denouement. I should not have asked Beatrice to help me spirit the Vessel for Disaccharides away from Esme. I should have done more than simply follow the trail of ruin our actions left behind, picking up the pieces as those foolish children, Hansel and Gretel, endeavored to follow their bread crumbs home. Alas, their bread crumbs were merely eaten, and mine have been burnt, murdered, mobbed, or fled away. In a place like this, I'm not entirely sure what to do - but there are no small number of kind people here, despite it being fraught with peril and unpredictability.
I suppose, the New Year means a new start to a lot of things.
O, Lord, help me to be less of a coward! If the fires start, may I be there with a bucket of water, rather than arriving late to sift through the ash. Let me be a better volunteer.
((OOC: Open post! Come and have something to eat, meet some new people, discuss all the crazy things that've happened over the last year in Para, and prepare for the one to come! I'll put up a couple of separate area threads in the ballroom, but for the most part, this is all about getting some CR and mingling!))
then he set about making the place look comfortable, rearranging the chairs and smaller tables in cozy little groups, so that the food could be picked up buffet-style and brought back over to the tables for company and conversation. once it's all been set up, he steps back to survey his handiwork]
Well, it isn't the most traditional setting I've ever seen, but ... without a rabbi present, it's for the best. [at the very least, he remembers what is recited over the seder foods, and that's enough for him] I suppose if anyone wants to do something a bit more Orthodox, they're welcome to. It's all rather ersatz for a seder, but it'll do.
[with that, he settles into a chair by the door and spends a few moments in quiet reflection, in keeping with the holiday, and waits for his guests to arrive]
This is meant to be a day for asking forgiveness of those we have wronged, and reflecting upon ways we might improve ourselves in the year to come ... but those I have wronged are not here to be asked - and far too numerous. If Kit were here, I would ask her to forgive me for asking her assistance that one afternoon at Briny Beach... I should have done more than simply drive that taxi to the Hotel Denouement. I should not have asked Beatrice to help me spirit the Vessel for Disaccharides away from Esme. I should have done more than simply follow the trail of ruin our actions left behind, picking up the pieces as those foolish children, Hansel and Gretel, endeavored to follow their bread crumbs home. Alas, their bread crumbs were merely eaten, and mine have been burnt, murdered, mobbed, or fled away. In a place like this, I'm not entirely sure what to do - but there are no small number of kind people here, despite it being fraught with peril and unpredictability.
I suppose, the New Year means a new start to a lot of things.
O, Lord, help me to be less of a coward! If the fires start, may I be there with a bucket of water, rather than arriving late to sift through the ash. Let me be a better volunteer.
((OOC: Open post! Come and have something to eat, meet some new people, discuss all the crazy things that've happened over the last year in Para, and prepare for the one to come! I'll put up a couple of separate area threads in the ballroom, but for the most part, this is all about getting some CR and mingling!))