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Entry tags:
- httyd: hiccup haddock iii,
- marvel (616): billy kaplan,
- marvel (616): loki laufeyson,
- marvel (mcu): loki,
- marvel (mcu): thor,
- original: aeacinos ixocia,
- star wars: rey,
- the black tapes: alex reagan,
- vikings: gyda ragnarsdottir,
- ✖ chb chronicles: nico di angelo,
- ✖ dmmd: aoba seragaki,
- ✖ dmmd: noiz,
- ✖ game of thrones: daenerys targaryen,
- ✖ game of thrones: jon snow,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): sif,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): valkyrie,
- ✖ marvel (ultimates): tony stark,
- ✖ original: bryn zethir,
- ✖ original: jamie dodger,
- ✖ original: letha regis,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: osomatsu matsuno,
- ✖ the covenant: caleb danvers,
- ✖ the covenant: chase collins,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson,
- ✖ vikings: ragnar lothbrok
The Yule Log
who: The Norse and everyone else in the city!
what: The Norse celebrate Yule. Gods help everyone.
when: December 22nd, Winter Solstice
where: Somewhere outside
warnings: Alcohol, drugs, animal sacrifice, blood play, rough foreplay, sex. Will update if necessary.
The Yule celebration has gotten underway on the Winter Solstice and it promises to be a most interesting night. The Norse have gone all out with this affair to make sure it's going to be a success. First thing to be spotted is a bonfire, so big that you might want to be careful not to trip around it, because you'll fall right in. There's plenty of room for dancing too, if you feel like grooving to a beat that's a little more unusual than most.
The Yule celebration shares a lot of similarities with Christmas, so it's a good time for gift giving. There's little shoes on a table, mimicking the tradition where Odin would leave presents for good children by putting them in their shoes. Claim one as your own and maybe a friend will leave a gift inside one for you. Watch it though. Any grinches will be fed to the Yule Cat.
There's a table set up to the right of the bonfire with food, mostly of the hearty kind that the Norse seem to prefer, and of course, lots of alcohol. Please remember not to get into any drinking contests with the gods. They will observe no responsibility for what happens afterward.
There are also mushrooms for consumption, provided by everyone's favorite psychotic Viking, Ivar The Boneless. These ones are directly from his home world, which means they come with a variety of side effects. They have the ability to make a person hallucinate quite a bit. But they can also make people much more horny than usual. Lastly, there's the effect that hits some people in making them extremely violent. Sometimes one effect hits, sometimes more than one. In any case, anyone who consumes some is assured to have an...interesting time.
On a lighter note, there's mistletoe scattered around, hung from the trees and tent beams. Fun fact: the Vikings were the first one to use it for the tradition of kissing. Of course, they also believed it was a plant that was powerful enough to kill a god, so the kissing was ostensibly for protection.
At the height of the night, there will be an animal sacrifice done. A goat is slaughtered and the blood from it is gathered into a couple of bowls. If you'd really like to go all out like a Viking, paint your face in the still-warm blood, or drink a little bit of it. Otherwise, enjoy freshly seared chunks of goat as it bastes over the bonfire.
Have fun, drink, fight, and remember to make your ancestors proud!
what: The Norse celebrate Yule. Gods help everyone.
when: December 22nd, Winter Solstice
where: Somewhere outside
warnings: Alcohol, drugs, animal sacrifice, blood play, rough foreplay, sex. Will update if necessary.
The Yule celebration has gotten underway on the Winter Solstice and it promises to be a most interesting night. The Norse have gone all out with this affair to make sure it's going to be a success. First thing to be spotted is a bonfire, so big that you might want to be careful not to trip around it, because you'll fall right in. There's plenty of room for dancing too, if you feel like grooving to a beat that's a little more unusual than most.
The Yule celebration shares a lot of similarities with Christmas, so it's a good time for gift giving. There's little shoes on a table, mimicking the tradition where Odin would leave presents for good children by putting them in their shoes. Claim one as your own and maybe a friend will leave a gift inside one for you. Watch it though. Any grinches will be fed to the Yule Cat.
There's a table set up to the right of the bonfire with food, mostly of the hearty kind that the Norse seem to prefer, and of course, lots of alcohol. Please remember not to get into any drinking contests with the gods. They will observe no responsibility for what happens afterward.
There are also mushrooms for consumption, provided by everyone's favorite psychotic Viking, Ivar The Boneless. These ones are directly from his home world, which means they come with a variety of side effects. They have the ability to make a person hallucinate quite a bit. But they can also make people much more horny than usual. Lastly, there's the effect that hits some people in making them extremely violent. Sometimes one effect hits, sometimes more than one. In any case, anyone who consumes some is assured to have an...interesting time.
On a lighter note, there's mistletoe scattered around, hung from the trees and tent beams. Fun fact: the Vikings were the first one to use it for the tradition of kissing. Of course, they also believed it was a plant that was powerful enough to kill a god, so the kissing was ostensibly for protection.
At the height of the night, there will be an animal sacrifice done. A goat is slaughtered and the blood from it is gathered into a couple of bowls. If you'd really like to go all out like a Viking, paint your face in the still-warm blood, or drink a little bit of it. Otherwise, enjoy freshly seared chunks of goat as it bastes over the bonfire.
Have fun, drink, fight, and remember to make your ancestors proud!
Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | OTA
[Ivar had been one of those to help organize this event, so for once, he was actually pleased, rather than having a sour, grumpy expression on his face. He had a plate full of food and a tankard of ale, with both having copious refills as the night went on.
If he saw anyone he knew, he was likely to approach them, and push them towards something like another tankard to drink with him, or if he was really feeling mischievous, get them strategically positioned under the mistletoe with the worst possible other person that he could. All in all, despite the way the month has gone up and down for him, Ivar is definitely happy right now.]
Having fun yet?
B. Mushrooms
[Of course Ivar was going to get into the mushrooms. After all, he was the one to make the effort to provide them. Of course, he realized he had perhaps eaten a few too many when he found himself staring at his hands. He swore he could see inside them, looking at the blood moving through the vessels. It was fascinating. He kept moving his hands this way and that, watching the blood go up his hands, and then back down again into the rest of his body.
Anyone who approached him was going to find a Viking stoned out of his mind, occasionally just muttering a few words over and over.]
How...? What...? How...?
[However, to anyone he actually likes, expect to find a rather cuddly Viking. He will likely try to badly flirt with you, since let's face it, the mushrooms got him a bit hot under the collar too.]
C. Animal Sacrifice
[Then came the main event of the night, The piece de resistance as it were. Time for the animal sacrifice. A goat was brought out onto a stage where there were some burning torches around. The animal seemed completely unaware as to what was coming as a few words were said over it in Old Norse, blessings for the upcoming year given in exchange for the animals life.
Then a blade flashed and cut the beast's throat. The blood, rather than being allowed to spill over the stage, is collected into wooden bowls and basins. For those that want to smear it over their faces in designs, or better yet, take a few drinks of it, now is the time to do it.
Ivar himself has painted his face up nicely in diagonal stripes of the blood. He gestures to the nearest person.]
Come here. You need some proper markings.
[...He's still really high, okay? Saying no might not be a wise answer here.]
D. Wildcard
[Want a specific prompt? Want to play out some gift giving or receiving? PM me or send me a Plurk at
A
She's not always there, but she does find him from time to time and spy on him from a distance. Almost like she had many months ago, before they'd properly confessed their love for one another. How simple those days were... and now she feels the anxiety of approaching him all over again, but for a very different reason.
She knows she can't avoid him forever, though; she'll just have to put her disguise to the test.
She sits near him now, picking at her own plate of food but drinking plenty of wine. She wears a black fur cloak, hooded to hide her face, with a black veil that she tips up only enough for her glass whenever she drinks. The clothing underneath is of thick material, clearly viking fashion but dyed dark enough to blend her into the shadows. Her hands are a stark contrast, paper-white with blisters and callouses in the pattern of a slave or a soldier.
It's only once someone gets up from their seat, and there are two empty spaces between them that she turns and speaks in a somewhat muffled and rougher voice.]
You seem happy. Did you help coordinate this feast?
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c.
Loki still hears prayers, sometimes. They all do. Here, at this celebration that feels intensely homely, where he understands everything and can simply be known as drums pound and strings keen through the frosty air, he can almost sense the All-Father's eye on it all. He certainly feels stronger, surer of himself, amidst the crying songs and fabled tales over firelight as a goat dies for him and the other Norse gods, hemmed in by snow and ice like the mountains of Old Asgard that held giants. It's like re-inheriting a second heartbeat. ]
Then mark me, Ivar the Boneless.
[ He sinks to his knees fluidly before Ivar, grinning as his eyes catch the light and kill all other hues, green-green-green witchfire in the dark. Loki spreads his arms to display trust and turns his face up to the Viking. ]
Paint your god.
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C
When it comes time for the sacrifice, she watches with a curious expression. She has heard of the savage traditions of Asgard, though she is never sure how much of what she was told growing up in Heven is true, and how much are just horror stories. However, when Ivar comes to her with a bowl of blood offering to mark her face, Angela gives him a deadpan stare. ]
Am I not already properly marked?
[ She does have red lines permanently marked on her face around her eyes. ]
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B
Still, she can't help but mess with Ivar, just a little bit. Even if they've never met. It's fine.
She waves a hand in front of his eyes.]
Those are hands. Good for grabbing stuff.
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I'm not really--
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B hi he's here to fuck shit up
Two terrible human beings in the trash dumpster together.
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blood, mushrooms, and gifts
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Closer to the end of the night?
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c because it'll be funny
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c. couldn't be later if I actually tried
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Angela ¤ ota
Anyone of the female persuasion who Angela is not related to will find themselves with a very flirtatious redhead sidling up close to them. Anyone else will find Angela baring her teeth, ready to fight. ]
[ ooc: hit me up at
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But even she must take breaks every now and then, and during one such break she happens to be leaning against a tree that has a sprig of mistletoe hanging from one of its branches. ]
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loki (616), ota
i. bonfire ice.
[ Piled up next to the bonfire, not nearly so looming but enough to tower over the tallest head, is a stalagmite rising out of the ground, forming a kind of throne upon which one long-legged godling lounges while eating or drinking, sunk down low on furs that remain dry on the unmelting ice sculpture. This is Loki's down-time spot where you can catch them in between dancing and bouts of mischief. ]
ii. smooooooooooooch.
[ Did you want a kiss? Surprised to get one? Catch Loki before the godling laughs and moves on, and you may be treated to another! ]
iii. sacrifice.
[ After the goat is slain, Loki petitions Ivar to paint the godling's face and he does so in nine stripes, three on each cheek and the forehead. Things get a little wilder after this point in the evening and a drunken God of Mischief can be found racing around in vulpine form, snatching items and snapping playfully at heels, or otherwise twisting amidst the bodies while drums pound, horns howl and strings scream into the night as Loki dances with stolen partners. Horses seem to collect in a herd, trampling near the bonfire as they toss their manes. An awful lot of magpies try to pick meat off the goat's cooked carcass, beady eyes peering down from the trees.
It's weird as Hel if you're not drunk or high, to be honest. ]
ii.
Try that again, I dare you.
[...Except he looks familiar, and she's remembering what the Loki she knows told her, about his other self. It's a little trippy, honestly.]
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Thor Odinson | ota
i. observing
[Thor spends quite a bit of a time watching, rather than participating. His arms are folded over his chest and whether he's sitting or standing, he has a watchful eye on the party goers and their activities.
He does this at varying stages of the night, feeling the need to fulfill his adopted role as the patriarch around here and back home. He's available for quiet talks, happy to share food and drink and watch the stars with whoever happens to sit by him. If you've ever wanted a quiet, meaningful discussion with Thor, now is a good time.]
i. gift giving/mistletoe
[Thor can be caught slipping small presents into claimed pairs of shoes. Mostly just sweets and trinkets, nicer presents he'll save for personal delivery.
He's not watching where he's going too carefully, so it's easy to catch him under some mistletoe throughout the evening. He politely reciprocates kisses, since he considers most of the people here his closest family and friends.]
iii. dancing/mushrooms [warning for eventual drug use]
[Thor loosens up considerably as the night progresses, it's hard not to succumb to the urge to dance to the music. He frequently dances with partners or people, but he's not shy about striking out alone. His prowess in battle makes him a surprisingly good dancer, his movements are fast and fluid (if not a little rough) but he doesn't seem to care much about dancing to the beat.
His dancing gets a little less elegant when he opts to partake in the mushrooms, but what he loses in finesse he regains in enthusiasm. He's dancing perhaps a little too close to the fire, but it doesn't seem to bother him.]
iv. sacrifice/blood painting
[The sacrifice doesn't remotely bother Thor, and he's eager to allow his face to be painted. In turn, he's there to decorate other people's faces if they call upon him.]
iv
...It's been a long time. They don't do this on Sakaar.
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i/ii
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Lady Sif | ota
[ Sif has not been enjoying most of the celebrations going on in the city, but tonight she has decided to let her hair down. Perhaps not in a particularly joyful way, but there is a wildness in the air here that speaks to her. To start with, however, she remains relatively calm while she tastes the food and takes in the atmosphere, and gets started on her drinking.
Even now, there is an almost dangerous glint in her eyes, an air about her that is reminiscent of the heavy heat before a summer storm. ]
ii. mistletoe
[ Sif has no idea what the mistletoe hung here and there is supposed to signify, and so she takes no pains to avoid it. One may want to be careful about trying to kiss her though, it could turn out very pleasant indeed, or quite painful. ]
iii. dancing/mushrooms
[ Sif moves well, with sure footing and expert control of every part of her body. It is a display far more sensual than anything she ever shows in daily life, sweat shining on her brow as she moves ceaselessly to the beating of the drums.
She does decide to eat some of the mushrooms, and laughs with delight as flames seem to skip from the bonfire to live on her skin, turning her into a living flame. She feels alive again, and she wants to fight and fuck and do all sorts of foolish things that she so rarely lets herself do. She is tired of being the sensible one, of standing in the shadows until she is needed.
Let everyone see her now, and make of it what they will. ]
iv. sacrifice
[ Sif drinks the blood, her lips stained red as she raises her cup up high, her voice carrying loud and strong as if calling troops to battle. ]
Who wishes to mark the Lady Sif?
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You seem relaxed.
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iii/iv
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i do what i want!! aka wildcard
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loki | ota
[ Loki quietly nurses his drink. He has never been fond of Yule, though he feels it deep in his bones. Not fully Asgardian and not quite something else. At the very least, he dressed the part in furs and thicker robes. His helmet rests on the table as he watches the revelry with a faint nostalgic smile. ]
Keen on a drinking contest?
[ b. gift giving. ]
[ Loki rarely hands out presents personally, but on this occasion, he'll make an exception. Having recently learned a spell to conjure tiny objects out of thin air, his magic glows and weaves around them as he fashions whatever most people might desire. So requests are open.
Within reason. ]
[ c. mistletoe / dancing ]
[ He's going to avoid the mistletoe, but he might miss a few. Try your luck. Loki will however indulge in dancing. ]
[ wildcard! PM me or hit me up on
a
She eyes Loki up and down rather dubiously.]
Only if you're that desperate to lose.
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Daenerys Targaryen • OTA
If the sight of the fire hadn't caught her attention, it would have been the beat of the drums. Not in years has she found a gathering that reminds her anything of those early days traveling with Drogo's khalasar. There'd been no time to indulge in feasting and festivities once they'd sailed for Westeros. But here, in a place where nothing exists but free time, at least at surface value: Dany feels a little more at home.
So, she's arrived with her plus one: not Jon, at least not tonight. Though she'd let him know where she'd be if he'd wish to join them. No, there is a little bronze dragon perched on her right shoulder. He chirps and trills now and then, observing the dancing and music with avid curiosity and a boundless intelligence. Dany reaches over to pat his head, murmuring an endearment to him in High Valyrian before making for the fire.
This time, she doesn't stick her hand in the flames so much as brushes them with her knuckles; it feels nice. And should someone notice, she'll look up with a raised eyebrow and say simply: "I am the blood of the dragon." Fire can never harm her.
II. Mingling:
( Expect her to literally turn the other cheek if approached for kisses. But she may be cajoled into a dance, while Viserion flies overhead; adding his voice to the music. )
III. Sacrifice:
( This isn't new to her either, and she's tried her best to assimilate with every culture she's come across. with the Dothraki, the Meereenese—this is no different. Fire and Blood are the words of her House, and she is the last scion it will ever have. Dany bends her head, accepting whatever mark she may be given. Already, the meat is beginning to smell tantalizing, roasting over the fire.
She looks up with a small smile, Viserion gliding in to land at her elbow. )
I've never been to your world, and may never, besides. All the same, this is familiar. I'd not thought to experience the like again.
IV. Wildcard:
( Want anything else? Just leave a prompt or lmk at
ii.
The mistletoe made me do it!
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Aoba Seragaki | OTA
[ Aoba isn't doing much more than people watching. This is really different from what he's used to, but also really interesting! He's just... not sure how to fit in most of the time so right now he just watches the fire and the faces and figures lit by its warm and orange glow against the backdrop of cool blues and purples of night-drenched snow.
He was listening to music, but there's some beat that doesn't quite match up, lower... with a resonance that fills his body rather than just the shell of his ears. He pulls his headphones off, muting his music and then he hears it, that foreign and vibrant sound of a song he's never heard of before. Color floods his cheeks when he hears the unfamiliar tune, his heart responding to the beat and his blood warming to it. ]
...This music, I've never heard anything like it before.
ii. gift giving
[ Hazel eyes blink at the empty shoes. HANG ON. This is... the real tradition?! ]
Heeh? I thought gifts went into stockings... hung on a mantle or something, right? Or placed in or under a tree...
[ Aoba leans his head this way and that, tapping his chin and frowning. He wasn't very good at remembering these traditions. Mostly just went around, handing out small bags of homemade chocolates and candies when he was feeling festive at a party (maybe not one so rustic as this one)... and giving boxes to people whose relationship with which warranted a custom made design apart from the various shapes the chocolates were made into. Aoba pushes the festive red hat's tassel out from his eyes as he sighs at the task before him. ]
Guess I gotta start filling shoes.
[ Aoba puts his hand into his messenger bag he's made of red felt and inspects the box's label. Ah, he forgot he put this in here... now who is it to...?
The label reads, 'Dave Strider'. ]
Ah. [ Aoba flinches a little, his eyes becoming a little brighter -- mistier -- after a surprised blink. He cradles it in his hands, pressing the corners of the box between his fingers under the garish and festive wrapping paper, his smile seeming painted on. ] That's right... he went back, didn't he.
iii. mistletoe
[ OOC: Aoba considers himself spoken for, but if you're so inclined to dealing with a resistant partner or someone who insists that platonic smooches on the cheek are sufficient for the tradition, come at me bruh. Also, this is intended for slap-stick hilarity, so don't worry about how resistant he'll be. It's mainly here for giggles so long as it doesn't get weird. ]
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He was familiar with Ivar, so showing up to this little party of his wasn't a terrible idea, he'd decided--but seeing Aoba here was a little surprising.
Not that he had any complaints. Instead, he sidles up next to the blue-haired man, bumping his hip a little purposefully against the others'. In one of his hands, he's holding what looks to be like a turkey leg--but it's a bit bigger than normal.
Hey, if he was joining a noisy party, he's going to eat.]
A present for someone?
[Hey, babe.]
gfdjkhlfj hey babe YELLS A LOT
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Hiccup Haddock | OTA
[It's not exactly like Snoggletog back home, but Yule is close enough to count, and Hiccup is absolutely going to participate and be with the people who are the closest things to kinsmen here. He's dressed for the evening in his armor and a thick fur cape wrapped around his shoulders that goes down to his waist.
Toothless is with him as well, though the dragon seems content just to eat whatever meat or fish he's given from the table and curl up next to the bonfire, nice and close to bask in the heat.
At some point during the night, Hiccup sits on the ground near to the fire with Toothless at his back, leaning up comfortably against the dragon's large body, nursing a horn of some kind of drink from the table. He's not that used to alcohol, so he's obviously pacing himself. If you look like you need a spot to sit and rest for a moment, he'll beam and motion you over to join him in the curve of his dragon's body.] Happy Yule!
[B. Dancing]
[When the dancing starts up, Hiccup is thrilled - to watch from the sidelines, clapping his hands in time with the drums and smiling wide. This part is definitely like home, everyone gathered around, people dancing and enjoying the music. He's not much of a dancer himself, though, or at least he doesn't seem inclined to join in.
Perhaps he could be convinced.]
[C. Mushrooms]
[This was a bad idea. This was a very bad idea. Hiccup had assumed the mushrooms would be... a lot less potent, honestly, because they don't do this on Berk and he had one and- well, it's good he didn't have another because everything is a little foggy and the world seems to sway. He stares at nothing with wide eyes for a little bit and then he starts to wander around the party, pupils blown huge and his gait clumsy.
Toothless barks in alarm and yanks him away from the fire by the back of his cape at one point. Maybe someone should help this boy.]
[D. Wildcard]
[Hiccup can be found partaking in most of the events of the party, save for the sacrifice, where he subtly disappears for a bit. He's a little too soft and squeamish for blood painting.]
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Hiccup! Do you see all the colors?!
[And then he gives his Viking friend a bone-crushing hug. It's a bit hard to judge his own strength when he's having fun looking at all the pretty rainbows around him.]
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sad tony stark | open
[Tony is here purely because alcohol is involved. Okay, not quite true. He enjoyed Thor's and the smaller Loki's company enough to come and see a barbarian party. He's been drinking steadily since he arrived and he's been going around topping up everyone's mugs at the same time. Early on, he's coherent and charming as he flirts with everyone he talks to, but as the night goes on he ends up sitting by the table completely out of it. It doesn't stop him from trying to get more alcohol in him. He's going to be completely miserable the next day especially since he's barely eaten.
He's not touching the mushrooms, alcohol is his choice in mind altering drugs.]
ii. mistletoe
[Tony has made it his goal to catch every single person here under mistletoe. It doesn't matter how reluctant they might be, he wants a kiss from everyone.]
iii. animal sacrifice
[Objectively he knew what the goat was for, but that still didn't prepare him for seeing it happen. A part of him had been in denial, expecting that maybe they wouldn't take it literally in this day and age. He looks down at the slaughtered goat, face pale and he sways before throwing up the meagre contents of his stomach.
Oh, don't worry the goat's clear. He wasn't standing close enough for that, but Tony's going to be heaving for a while. Good thing he's been experienced at this.]
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He clasps a hand over his shoulder lightly and tugs, away from the direction of the bonfire and the goat. Hiccup's a little green-tinged himself, expression contorted into a cringe.]
You, uh, you okay? Come on, let's go take a minute. I don't- really want to be around for this part either.
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Aeacinos Ixocia | OTA!
[ That sure is a big 30ft long half snake half human sitting curled up by the food table and happily munching away on the offered food. He might have a few empty tankards of beer in front of him as well but he hardly seems affected. Despite his looks he's pretty amicable for the most part. He'll let out a laugh, fangs showing and his eyes flickering with some amusement as he swigs down some more beer. ] This is a fine party indeed. I haven't been to one such as this in a long time.
[ Enki and her ilk were a bit...stiff for things like this. Chrysomallus was often better at parties. ]
mistletoe
[ If you really want to kiss him he isn't going to complain. Aeacinos doesn't normally partake in these types of things, but he won't really care either way. He's having a damn good time so even if you humans kiss him he won't really care. He finds it amusing that people are at the mercy of this tiny sprig in general. He knows what mistletoe is at least, his world having taken the custom from Earth. ]
animal sacrifice
[ And just as his nature dictates he will be watching that animal sacrifice with a hungry, if not keen and rapt, attention. His tail will flick in approval behind him as he crosses his arms over his chest to watch. He does enjoy a good feast and one wouldn't be complete without something like this. ]
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bonfire/etc
He's sitting near the bonfire himself when the snakelike person catches his eye, and said eyes are going to just.... try to puzzle out if what he's seeing is right, or if someone slipped some of that weird mushroom into the food he's picking at.
Apparently he has no shame about asking, either, because after a moment:]
Do stairs make things hard for you.
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Alex Reagan | OTA.
[Alex Reagan is not a viking, but she's enough of an extrovert to take the invitation to come anyway. She's been to her fair share of raging parties (one wasn't best friends in college with Nic-I-never-met-anything-I-wouldn't-smoke-Silver if they couldn't hang) but there's never been one that's quite like this. Early in the evening, Alex is found standing next to the bonfire, wearing a bright red coat that's not quite warm enough for this. She's holding a tankard of mead that she's already worked half-way through, and she shifts to one side in order to attempt to even out the heat from being too hot on the front of her and too cold on the back. When she does, she asks a person close to her:]
Do they always have parties like this here?
Mistletoe
[Normally Alex was rather good at avoiding things like mistletoe. She had a lifetime of parties with interns so she had developed a bit of a sixth sense for where there might be mistletoe shenanigans. Of course, it's slightly impeded by not knowing the terrain or the people, (and a fair bit of mead) so when she's caught underneath it, she takes it would good grace.]
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[Alex Reagan is no stranger to things like 'shrooms. Her best friend since college was Nic-I-Never-Met-Anything-I-Couldn't-Smoke-Silver, and she had done more than her fair share of them. And her sleep therapist had advocated that she smoke pot for her insomnia on more than one occasion. When one added in the fact that she was a little drunk? Well, even at her best Alex could have poor decision making skills. So she took one, and felt a little bit fuzzy and was keenly aware that she'd not slept with someone since she and Amalia had their big fight.]
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If they do, then this place will be enjoyable indeed. I have only just arrived and to be greeted with such a thing...it's truly a reminder of home.
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Gyda Ragnarsdottir | OTA
[Gyda had been one of those helping out. Now that she was recovered from the plague (flu they called it), she was eager to be useful again, especially with a celebration she recognized from home.
She had a full plate with all of her favorites (or what came close to her favorites), but she'd eyed the tankards of ale with a wary eye. At twelve years old, she was just considered an adult back home, but here she was still a child. However, she'd also spent the past week or so recovering from being sick already and she wasn't about to crash when she was just now able to have proper foods.
Instead she helped herself to some cider and carefully maneuvered her way to the long tables.]
Gifts
[She'd left a shoe early in the celebrations, taking it later in the evening to see what was in it. Growing up on a farm, even a well to do one, it wasn't a deep tradition until father became an earl, when she received beads, coins and small treats. She was eager to see what others might leave her.
Finding a bench, she dumped the contents in her lap. The prizes this time were more interesting, but what caught her attention was a box made of flimsy paper. She opened it to find a stack of very thin, white squares, each one with either red or black symbols and numbers.
She turned to the person closest to her.] Do you know what these are?
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[This wasn't the first time Gyda had witnessed a sacrifice. The memory of Uppsalla was still in her mind, with the animals and the men being gathered for sacrifice. This wasn't so large though; only one goat with no other animals and certainly no humans.
Having become used to the smell, she went to one of the bowls and dipped her fingers into the blood, painting vertical lines along the left side of her face. In Uppsala, the most she'd ever experienced was having a few drops splashed onto her face. She was older now, and this place was strange enough that she needed the assistance and help of the gods to assist her.]
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Sacrifice
She approaches as Gyda moves away from the goat, crouching down to her level to be more approachable. It isn't hard, she isn't much taller than a twelve year old in the first place. Still, she's an imposing figure; her face shrouded by a black veil, body hidden beneath a thick fur cloak and layers of black cloth. And yet her voice is gentle, if a little scratchy.]
I'm sorry to disturb you... I'm a bit afraid to show my face in front of the others. Would you paint my face for me?
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marco ø animorphs ø ota
food and drinksgifts and sacrificemistletoe
Ragnar Lothbrok | ota
[Ragnar may not have actually known anyone at the party, but that didn't stop him from his old habit of nursing a drink all night and people watching. For a Viking, he was a rather quiet partier, preferring one on one side conversations to loud boisterous shenanigans like most of his countrymen.
Aside from getting up to get some food and the constant, steady trips to refill his drinking horn, he spent most of the night sitting contently by the bonfire. He'll happily engage in conversation with anyone sitting nearby if they initiate, otherwise, he'll mostly keep to himself and tend to the fire now and again. As the night wears on, he'll become noticeably more tactile, ignoring personal space and doing a lot of leaning and arm draping.]
ii. sacrifiiiiice
[Ragnar attentively watched the ritual sacrifice, repeating the words that were uttered in Old Norse before the animal was offered to the gods. Reverently, he approached one of the bowls of blood, saying a few words of his own to Odin, asking for guidance in this strange new place he'd found himself. He then dipped two fingers into the slowly cooling blood and raised them to his face, drawing two lines down from his forehead to his chin and down his neck.
If he notices anyone hesitating, he'll dip his fingers back into the blood and approach them.] Come. Give thanks to the gods. I can-[He reached out slightly with his blood coated fingers.]- if you'd like.
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[Any way you want it. That's the way you need it.
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Have you earned the right to mark a God?
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that'd be great :>
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kara styrdottir | ota
[The celebrations that had greeted her in this place, candy making, ice skating, cabins, none of it held any particular draw to her, but this is different, this is important. It's been a long time since she's been to any kind of Yule celebration, though she still holds herself apart when she arrives. Ivar is the closet to her home, but the Agardians leave her a little unsure, a little wary.
Kara watches from the sidelines, at first, rarely straying far from the table where the alcohol sits, though she does indulge in some of the food as well. She doesn't cook much, she can go long periods without eating and it's always felt a bit like a waste of time, but it's nice to eat something that she can imagine her mother having made, no matter how distant those memories are.
Despite the chill in the air, she wears no furs, no jacket; leather tights and a long sleeved backless shirt. The cold doesn't really bother her, she'll be cool to the touch if anyone's brave enough to get that close, but it takes more than snow to freeze her.]
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[Eventually, and with the help of some mushrooms (though the effects are dulled by her metabolism) Kara finally lets loose. The fire roars and the music is heavy in her chest and the blood from the sacrifice smells sharp where she had it painted on her.
For the first time in a very long time, Kara feels alive. There's something a little feral and vicious in the way she dances, because she was human once but she is a thing born from violence, made for violence, and it sings in her blood when she isn't trying to tamp it down. She is worlds away from her gods and this sacrifice may not be for her, but there's a power in this that she can taste in the air. For those who know how to look, sometimes the feathers at her back are visible through the veil of magic that hides them.
If not dancing and caught under the mistletoe, she has no qualms about following the tradition, especially not on a night like tonight.]
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However, when she sees the valkyrie, she approaches to make conversation. ]
Hello, Kara.
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( mistletoe horror show )
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[It's still early on in the night, so Ivar hasn't partaken of the mushrooms just yet. However, that doesn't mean he's entirely sober either, having polished off more than a few mugs of ale. Honestly, there's a lot worse he could do than ending up under the mistletoe with a cute einherjar.]
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Osomatsu Matsuno || ota
[when Osomatsu initially hears about the holiday party on the network, his first thought is Viking Christmas. so he comes to the bonfire dressed for the occasion. it's probably insensitive, but he's not thinking about that. he's just, like, YEAH VIKINGS. without knowing anything about them.
truthfully, Osomatsu is going to treat this night as a way to unwind. things are kind of tense at home, and at work. so he just wants to relax and have a good time. he has a few gifts to give to anyone cute. just little things, like a make-up kit, or a water gun that looks like a real gun. maybe he'll put those into the shoes? once he finds out what those shoes are for.
he points to that table, turning to the nearest person]
Uh. We supposed to take off our shoes? [outside?]
II) throughout the night
[he checks out everything. the bonfire, the food, the alcohol. boy, does he like this beer. it's delicious! so he's got a mug of that while he is wandering around. drugs are here too, apparently, but he may hold off on those. just for now.
sometimes, you might catch him deliberately standing around under a mistletoe. he's waiting. waiting for someone, anyone, to give him a kiss (and not an abs-kiss, Gladio), and he's not that picky. unless you're ugly.
he'll, uh, probably duck out before the animal sacrifice, though. that shit's weird]
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Oi, oi..
[ He yanks Osomatsu back from where he's walking by the collar, gesturing at the beer in his hand. ]
Careful with that. Y'might get drunk.
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i'm glad! he is supposed to be dressed up as Thor
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Chase Collins | OTA
[ How could Chase not make an appearance at a kickass party with feasting, drugs, fire, and sacrifices? Viking Christmas-- Yule, whatever-- sounds like it's right up his alley. Though, at first, he's not as interested in the booze and drugs, and sticks to dancing around the bonfire and being a social butterfly. Come hang out with him.
Hell, he doesn't need to get drunk or high to have a good time! ]
ii. nevermind, time for sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll (aka the drugs option)
[ Just kidding. Even if Chase usually makes an effort to avoid things that might interfere with his drug of choice (magic, baby), he's also terrible at Just Saying No. The Ninja Turtles and all the other cartoon all-stars from those early 90s PSAs would be so ashamed of him right now.
So, it starts with a few drinks. And then, later into the night, before he knows it... He's high on shrooms, seeing the 'magic' everywhere, and being uncharacteristically cuddly and affectionate. He may also do a bit of magic, himself, but god only knows what kinds of spells a high-ass witch might get up to.
Oh, and you'd better believe he's going to get some bloody face-painting going. ]
iii. mistletoe alert!
[ And, at any point in the night, while he's sober or drunk or high, Chase will probably find himself under some mistletoe, whether he means to or not. Go ahead and kiss a witch. ]
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probably not a very good one, considering how fast he leans into it—it’s not short on enthusiasm though, so that counts for something. right? )
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Jon Snow ✥ Arrives Extremely Late, With Mead And Cheese ✥ OTA
When he arrives, he's a little surprised by some of the wildness of the celebration, but not much. The music is more like what he's used to from home than it is like the music he's heard in Riverview so far, and the bonfire makes it feel like any number of Wildling encampments that he's seen, any number of fires he's sat and slept near. It makes him wonder, briefly, what Tormund is up to, what he sees at Eastwatch now.
He looks for a silver-blonde head on a small woman, and that's as unmistakable as the dragon riding around on her shoulders, so he approaches her first to let her know he's arrived and kisses her soundly.
He has a lot of questions, and he's in a good humor, so it's not hard to pull him into a conversation, or find yourself pulled into one, or get him to toast something with you.]
What does this feast celebrate? We don't have feasts that involve shoes, where I come from.
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Is this something your people typically celebrate?
[Or maybe you just want to talk about the mead and cheese that he carries for a while before he eventually finds himself a drink.
Later, when the goat is sacrificed, the expression on his face is complicated.]
[OOC: I'm so late that I don't know if anyone will hit this, but if you do, pretty much anything here is up for grabs! You can talk about the stuff he brought, the fact that he seems visibly ambivalent about ritual sacrifice, the fact that he's clearly in a relationship with Daenerys, use discussing Yule in general to explain the point of the mistletoe in particular to him, etc. The culture isn't as alien to him as the modern world is, but it's enough so that it might be a good jumping off point.]
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And then she leans back to murmur: )
The winter solstice and the end of the year, I've been told. The sacrifice is to ensure that the gods of these people have mercy on them until spring returns. Their seasons are only four months long at a time.
( Or something of that nature. There's more to it, and she'll fill him in later; for now, she's just content to loop her arm through his as his hands are occupied, and mingle beside him.
A taste of what they could have back in Westeros, perhaps. It's becoming the thing she wishes for the most in the depths of her heart. When they pass two women together in an embrace beneath one of the strange boughs, she can feel her cheeks colour a little. )
Such wildness isn't unknown to me. I'm reminded of the Dothraki tonight.
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