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Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson ([personal profile] ragnarsson) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-12-10 12:20 pm

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!
fiercestwarrior: (more sass)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2017-12-12 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She wound her arms around his neck, but leaned back ever so slightly to keep her lips out of reach for him. ]

What do you want?

[ If he wished to gain the favor of a goddess, it was only proper that he ask for it, was it not? ]
storradr: (1004)

[personal profile] storradr 2017-12-12 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tried to step closer and lean in to kiss her again, but was thwarted. He wasn't about to force her, but he wasn't going to not try either.]

Isn't it obvious? [His voice was a low rumble. His blood felt like it was molten inside of his body.] You.

[He glanced around quickly before his dilated eyes moved back to her. He was trying to find reasons for her to object and overcome them. Maybe it was all the people around. Right? Right.] Let's leave.
fiercestwarrior: (really now)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2017-12-13 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes it is pleasant to hear the obvious be stated.

[ And so she rewarded him with another kiss, shorter and softer than her first but no less passionate. ]

Where should we go?
storradr: (1004)

[personal profile] storradr 2017-12-13 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He stumbled forward slightly, chasing after the brief kiss. Instead, she was asking him questions.]

Anywhere. I don't care. [He paused to trail a few kisses along her neck.] There are cabins? By the beach. For anyone. [He shifted just enough to see her reaction and gauge her opinion of his suggested location.]