riverviewlogs | introductory mingle: HYGGE

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introductory mingle: HYGGE

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Hygge celebration
when: The month of December.
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

hygge

In the days leading up to December 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: Hygge. This holiday is one of Riverview Quarantine's four yearly celebrations of love, this one focused on familial love and found family. The traditions associated with Hygge involve coziness and warmth with loved ones, as snow begins to blanket the Quarantine. Meals comprised of family favorites are shared together most nights of the month of December, and families both biological and found gather together by outdoor fires to drink hot cocoa and other warm drinks, roast marshmallows, and enjoy the beauty of the short-lived winter season on the moon, especially at night, when both the stars and almost unreal aurora borealis light the night sky.

a celebration of familial love and found family

Winter comes to the moon very quickly every year, as the orbit of the Capitol World crosses between its moon and the sun - the temperature drops to just below freezing in the span of only a couple of days, and the trees often don't even change from green to orange. During this short winter, the celebration of Hygge keeps all the residents warm. The main traditions involve comfort and warmth with those people you think of as family - platonic or romantic, though preferably mixed between the two - groups of people gather together to share meals and exchange gifts. The city sets up a series of cabins, each fronted with a fire pit, along the banks of the river, which has been lined with floating logs to interrupt the rushing water and allow the surface to freeze solid and form a series of skating rinks for the public to enjoy. Throughout the month, anyone can head down to the riverbank to make taffy candy in troughs of cold snow and share the various flavors with other families, or toboggan along winding, circuitous courses that range from easygoing to high-speed for the adrenaline junkies. The Town Square has a large, intricate ice sculpture set up, this year in the theme of a castle, that once entered proves to be a maze with a prize at the center for anyone who happens to make it through.

i. beach treats

The cabins that are set up all along both banks of the river are small and cozy, big enough to provide a comfortable lounging area with piles of pillows in front of a small fireplace where gift exchanges can happen, a kitchen to cook in, and a table for groups of people to share a meal at. Much like hotel rooms but without a fee, they're intended to be claimed at the start of the day and used for a while before being tidied and reset for the next group. Each cabin has a fire pit out front where a fire can be set up so groups of people can cook marshmallows for their hot chocolate and share stories or play music together.

Another major feature on the beach are the candy making areas, each big enough to accommodate a couple groups of people, featuring a bank of burners that keep various flavors of thick sugary syrup hot and ready. Once the syrup is at the right temperature, it can be drizzled into the snow packed in troughs to chill, and then rolled onto popsicle sticks to be eaten as a sweet chewy treat. Many families have their own particular flavor combos that are the go-to every year, and new families gather every year to start their own tradition.

ii. winter activities

After all that sugar, everyone's sure to be pepped up for a little activity! Every year, just before the big freeze, crews set up a grid of floating logs to calm the surface of the river along the banks, and when the temperature drops, those areas freeze into a thick layer of ice. As soon as they're safe to be skated on, booths pop up to fit residents with skates so they can skate around with loved ones, participate in ice dances, and play the ice skating version of almost any sport you can think of.

But skating isn't the only type of activity available! The sloping banks of the river have been set up with a variety of tobogganing courses, where people can share various types of sleds to slide down various set winding paths ranging from slow sloped ones to steeper, higher-speed ones that almost resemble bobsled courses.

Finally, for the more competitive, there is a less-gender-divided variation on a Lumberjack Competition, with various physical events that residents can compete in like sawing massive logs, logrolling, speed climbs, and boom runs.

iii. skygazing

After all that sugar and activity, lots of groups of family will settle down around fires either at the cabin or along the beach to enjoy a cup of spiked hot chocolate, coffee, or tea, and look up at the sky. Throughout the cold snap season in December, the sky is almost unnaturally clear and both the stars and the Capitol World are easy to see. Besides that, large swaths of the sky are bathed in beautiful aurora borealis, or Northern Lights, that paint large swaths of bright, beautiful color across the night sky. Curl up with a lover, a friend, a family member, or all of the above to keep warm and enjoy nature's fireworks show.

iv: ice maze

In the city center, residents can find a large, beautiful, intricately carved castle-themed ice sculpture. From the outside, it looks only about as big as a small house, but once residents enter they will find that the inside doesn't quite match the outside - courtesy of some of Gramarye Magic Research's top magic-users, the inside is massive, at least the size of a stadium. While cheery music plays, residents can traverse the complicated ice maze, each wall intricately carved and decorated with greenery, lights, and translucent watercolor paints. The walls are almost opaque, and the maze generally takes a couple of hours to get through for most residents.

Once they reach the center, they will find wrapped gifts arranged on a series of beautifully decorated tables, along with treats and warm drinks. The gifts are tailored to each individual in the maze, having been magically selected from a stockpile of items that have come through the portal, and consist of one small item from each character's home dimension (or, for CRAUs, from their previous game), similar to the "items from home" bonus reward, but without needing to spend points. The item should be small enough to fit in a shoebox, sentimental, and cannot be something intended for another person's character. Alternately, if there are no special items from home that a particular character would want or be attached to, an item of similar size and value that would make the character happy will be inside the box.

v. roommates or wildcard

Feel free to use this prompt to meet new roommates, for the purpose of getting to know each other, or hit up the mod-posted prompt to create a Communal Housing floor mingle. Or, if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set during the Hygge, feel free to write it up!

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Credit: image i: Ryan Woodhouse; image ii: Hjalmar Wåhlin; image iii: David Fortin; image iv: Tzuyu Kao

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[ A soft hum, though she takes her time before she speaks, sipping at her hot chocolate.

She realizes that she's... never told anyone this. And hesitant as she is, she knows that it's not because she doesn't want Peter to have this information, but—

Because this is a new experience.

(And somehow, a daunting one.) ]

There was a flower that only bloomed while the lights were visible. We would go to pick them.

[ And she would sit with her parents among the flowers while her mother wound them into her hair, letting her watch the flickering shimmer overhead. ]

[ He's patient, as she works through it, as she tries to decide whether or not to tell him – or at least, that's what Peter assumes is happening. He and Gamora have been friends for a while, now, but that hardly means he knows what's going on in her head, half the time.

When she answers, he releases the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. ]

Sounds fun. [ And he says it sincerely. ] What'd they look like?

[ As Gamora tries to conjure to mind the memories, the flowers themselves, a soft, barely-there smile slips through. ]

They would bloom along a long stem that sprouted from the ground. The petals were dark at their center, but they faded into pink.

[ Magenta, more accurately.

Not dissimilar from her own hair, if she was willing to make the comparison. ]

[ Peter, meanwhile, makes the same connection, and apparently has no compunctions in pointing out the similarity. ]

So, like...

[ And carefully, gently, he draws one of her curls between his gloved fingers. ]

This?

[ Gamora doesn't pull away as his fingers find her hair, that softer smile still in place. There's that warmth in her chest again, and tentative as the touch may be, she's come to realize she likes when Peter reaches out to her. She appreciates the respect he affords her, always giving her a choice, but there's also something oddly reassuring about the fact that he doesn't treat her like a weapon, like something dangerous that's liable to snap his neck at a moment's notice.

He treats her like a person.

(A skilled warrior, but a person nonetheless.) ]

Yes, like that.

[ She sets aside her nearly-empty mug, readjusting the way she sits against him. ]

Here, you're going to lose the blanket, Peter.

[ Reaching across his chest, she takes the edge of their cover, drawing it more closely around them both to beat out the cold air. ]

[ He hums a little, surprised, as she moves closer to him, as she tugs the blanket in around them, and he lets the lock of hair drop from his hand. He drains what’s left in his cup before setting it aside as well, lightly wrapping his arm around her waist to give her a little more room to settle. ]

What would you do with the flowers?

[ With Peter's arm around her, it's easier to tuck herself in against his chest, and rather than draw back, she lets her own arm sling loosely across his hips. ]

My mother braided them into my hair, and showed me how to turn them into bracelets or small crowns.

[ The stems were perfect for it, after all, long and with just enough give, and though she often failed, her mother would continue to help her until she managed some crooked little circlet. ]

[ He hums quietly at that, trying to imagine a young Gamora with flower crowns in her hair.

(It makes him smile a little.) ]

Do you remember how to do it still?

[ That clearly isn't something she expected him to ask, and she looks thoughtful, considering. ]

Perhaps if I tried. I haven't for years.

[ Obviously, flower crowns were not encouraged by Thanos in her training. ]

We oughta give it a try, one of these days.

[ A soft sort of suggestion. ]

I wouldn't mind learning.

[ Gamora tilts her chin to look at him, her brows lifting. ]

You want me to teach you to braid flowers?

[ That seems so... out of place, and yet—

She likes the idea of doing it with Peter. ]

[ He pauses, considering, then, ]

Well, I kind of know how to braid already.

[ “Kind of,” as in, he definitely knows, but he’d rather be a little coy about it. (Like, it’s a weird thing to admit knowing how to do, right? She’d probably tease him for it, and he’d rather avoid that.) ]

Never done it with flowers before, though.

[ ... This is a more pressing piece of information. ]

You know how to braid hair?

[ But there's nothing condemning or mocking in her voice, mostly curiosity. ]

[ He fidgets a little, made all the more obvious by the lack of space between them, gaze fixed on the night sky. ]

I said I kind of knew how to braid.

Doesn’t mean it was hair.

[ ... what the hell else would it be, then, quill. ]

... Then what do you know how to braid?

[ That's way more confusing than just saying he can braid hair. ]

Oh, you know. String. Rope. Strands of things.

[ like, you know, hair.

He shrugs a shoulder. ]

I just kinda picked it up, is all.

[ There's a time to pry and a time to indulge the way Peter dodges her questions.

Now, she thinks, is the latter. ]

Fine. Then if I can remember, I'll teach you to braid flowers.

[ So he can add it to his odd little list of things he can braid. ]

[ He brightens, equal parts relief and encouragement. ]

Maybe they have those kinds of flowers in the garden? Or something like them.

We can look for them.

[ The softest of smiles teases at her lips, and she goes back to resting her head on Peter's shoulder. ]

We can go when you're less likely to lose your fingers to the cold.

[ Peter opens his mouth to respond, but then he casts her an unimpressed look – though considering their positioning, it goes lost on her. His voice, at least, conveys the mood for him. ]

That was not two minutes.

[ ... it was probably longer than two minutes, in fact, but still. ]

[ She gives a short hum. ]

You're right.

[ And she tilts her chin up to look at him, smug as can be. ]

It was at least four.

[ His nose wrinkles with distaste, mouth twisting to one side. ]

Where'd you learn to be so annoying?

[ Although he has a pretty good idea on the answer to that, already.

(Peter, of course. If it had to be from anywhere, it was definitely Peter.

He's taught her too well.) ]

[ Gamora sits up properly this time, pulling back – though not terribly far – enough to give him a flat, pointed look. ]

I wonder.

[ His own eyes narrow, as if he were affronted by the implication of her words.

Then, he aims a sharp sigh up at the night sky, his breath puffing out in a white cloud. ]

How many times do I have to say it's fine before you believe me?

I will believe you when it looks less like your nose is going to freeze off.

[ And now she's just messing with him.

But, despite her apparent worry over Peter in the cold, she resettles against his shoulder, tucking herself close again. ]

When should we look for the flowers?

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