The Festival

[worthpraise]

Characters: Amaterasu and THE ENTIRE CARAVAN
Setting/Location: The Main Hall
Date & Time: Day 2, 8 PM - 12 Midnight
Warnings: Anything goes. I'm assuming swearing; I'll add things in as people tell me/as I see them
Summary: After an eventful afternoon, Amaterasu and her volunteers (and not so volunteers) have set up a party. Note: Action and prose

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[redrighthanded]

[ Here's Hellboy, tying his wish -- no frogs -- to one of the bamboo stems. He's careful about it, as much out of respect for the custom as the size of his stone hand which, although dexterous enough to perform almost any task, still tends to get in the way.

Satisfied, he picks up the drink he'd set down to write his wish and turns to look around at the room. Flowers. Of all the goddamn things. ]

[dissentive]

[ Morrigan sashays by. Stops. Looks back. Stares. Looks left. Looks right. Stares. Eyebrow raise, before her eyes slide to the bamboo stem, curious. ]

Dare I ask what it is you wished for?

[redrighthanded]

[ Hellboy's pretty used to being stared at. Doesn't mean he likes it. He glances over at Morrigan, recognizing her voice from their conversation over the Junogam. ]

A pony.

[dissentive]

A what?

[ STFU they dont have ponies in Ferelden. THEY ARE PROBABLY MORE LIKELY TO HAVE FLAMING UNICORNS. ]

[menkheperatum]

Seeing that he'd been dragged into helping the decorating party, Atem figures he might as well stick around and see what it's all about. In fact he might even seem a bit friendlier than usual thanks to the celebratory atmosphere. Parties of this magnitude were commonplace in his life and, even if the decor and customs are wildly foreign, he feels just a little more at home among the rich food, entertainment and all the company.

Presently, he's studying the bamboo fixture, eyes quickly scanning the sign. It seems simple enough. Although he doesn't expect it to work, what could it hurt? So, picking up a pen, he scrawls something out in neat, cursive hieroglyphs because the contents of his wish are meant for him and his gods and certainly not the eyes of plebeian passengers. It takes him a minute or two to fill the whole sheet of paper and then, satisfied, he sets about tying it to one of the branches.

[ooc: feel free to tag action or prose; I just wanted the option there]

[non_veritas]

L sniffed at the sweet, heady scent in the air, and frowned; it might be innocent, or it might be worth investigating in depth, and there was no way to tell without taking a quick look. He stepped into the hall, and found that it was full of flowers. He bent to pick one, smelling it and trying to identify it. A moment later, it grew back, leaving him perplexed, with a small blossom in his hand

[imcondiments]

[Anyone looking up -- or anyone else brave enough to venture into the tree canopy -- will spot a dangling pair of Converse sneakers, attached to one extremely cheerful pilot. This isn't quite flying, but it's the next best thing -- and it gives Murdock a fantastic view of the evening's proceedings. He'll probably descend later in search of sweets -- there's a cake table down there with his name on it -- but for now, he's happily perched on a branch and whistling like a very large, very strange bird.]

[humanoidtyphoon]

[Vash notices and wonders why he hadn't thought to do the same. He clambers up the tree with one hand, the other holding a dozen or so donuts he just snagged. Hey just because he helped out doesn't mean he can't have some food right?

When he finally reached Murdock he sits down with a heavy sigh, that was harder than he anticipated.]

H-Hey there! [he waves and gives off a goofy smile.]

Vaaaaaaash <3

[imcondiments]

[Murdock beams, having watched the ascent with fascinated approval.] Well, howdy. Welcome to the nosebleed section. Swell party, ain't it?

Pfft Murdock! <3

[humanoidtyphoon]

[he stuffs a donut in his mouth, still smiling] Mmmffhyesh it'sh amazshing.

[he stops, swallows and blinks] Oh do you want one? [and he gestures one towards Murdock] They're really good!

[deadpan_deadman]

[He isn't an easy person to surprise; the trails of apparently magical flowers leading through the halls was merely enough to catch his interest. But seeing the main hall of the Caravan transformed into a treelined meadow full of flowers and decorations is enough to bypass interest and get straight to surprise. For a few long moments, he merely stands to one side by the door, taking it all in.

Then he catches sight of the stand of bamboo, already bedecked with wishes. It's a custom he recognizes, having read about it back home on Earth, and so he moves to the table and stands there for a moment, his eyes glowing orange under the brim of his fedora, as he considers what he might wish for.]

[deadpan_deadman]

[He hesitates for a moment, caught off guard by the question.] . . . no?

['Eleutherios'? There's no chance this girl knew him in his life, is there? Not when the name doesn't ring . . . a . . . oh.]

Wait. You've talked to Hanna.