Spring Festival "Fire Tiger"

[singularitymods]

who ; everybody!
what ; Feasting, fireworks, lion dances, ??? This is the hub for all New Year's activities.
where ; South Ueno Park/Little Big Akihabara, R10
when ; February 10
warning(s) ; loud noises/flashing lights, and eventual carbo coma

[Welcome to Sacrosanct's Spring Festival! It is now the year of the Fire Tiger. Feasting and fireworks will be

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Because there is no thread for poor cultural knowledge

[chozobloodrites]

[It's been days since Samus first arrived, and boy is she not a happy camper. More like ripping up the tent, stomping on all the food, and screaming at the bears and deer. She's not used to being caged, see, and Sacrosanct is nothing but a big, shiny, and well-disguised cage. It doesn't help that the other captives are so complacent that they're throwing some sort of ... party. Celebrating their internment.

Or maybe she's pissed because no one invited her out.

Nah.

She wanders the gardens, thinking, as she has been doing the past few days. She hasn't eaten, she hasn't slept, and although hunger and fatigue are things she has lived through before it wouldn't be much longer until she would have to change that. But that would be accepting defeat.

Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted as she's snapped out of them, watching something approach. Something big. She can't place it, obviously it is some sort of creature. However the mouth, the eyes, seem strange ... wrong. Even the movements are like some bizarre dance. But it looks pissed

Re: Because there is no thread for poor cultural knowledge

[akuze_survivor]

Jamison headed out to the festival in an attempt to escape the strange not-quite-deja-vu feeling of being confronted at every turn by someone she knew, or would have known, in the Normandy quarters.

So the walk is nice, but then she hears gunfire. She draws her sidearm and rolls into cover, stuffing down the clamoring ghosts of Akuze with long practice, and peers out from behind a building, omnitool already whirring with hacking algorithms lying in wait. An armored figure, nothing familiar. She calls from behind the building, intonation military.]

What's the situation?

[chozobloodrites]

[Samus hears a voice and turns sharply, armcannon extended and ready to fire. Of course this is before she even registers what the voice says. Once a loner, always suspicious of others.

But the request is genuine. After all, Samus messed up on her judgment and fired. At nothing. It was embarrassing and foolish, and she should have suspected that others would hear. But what exactly is she supposed to say?]

... Misfire. Nothing to see.

[akuze_survivor]

[Jamison keeps her pistol out, but finger off the trigger as she moves around the corner. Trigger discipline is the most important thing the Alliance teaches about guns; forget it, and you're going to kill someone. She glances Samus over, posture calm.]

Haven't seen you before. You new to the station?

[chozobloodrites]

[Samus slowly lowers her armcannon as she gets a better look. There is a potential for danger, always, but this encounter seems as though it will be amicable.]

Yes. My name is Samus Aran. Who are you?

[akuze_survivor]

[Interesting armor, Jamison notes.]

Commander Jamison Shepard of the Alliance. Although the armor marks you as not from my universe. Good to meet you, Samus.

[She tilts her head in silent question.]

Going to the festival?