The Yule Log

[ragnarsson]

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!

Comments

[fiercestwarrior]

That is also true.

[ She nods, acknowledging the many generations of faithful with respect. ]

I have only been here a month or so.

[valr]

[That acknowledgement eases the tension in Kara's posture.]

Did they try to force a goddess to live in communal housing?

[She might, maybe, be teasing a tiny tiny bit. She can't imagine any of her gods sharing a room with eight other people, resigned to a single bed and chest.]

[fiercestwarrior]

They did.

[ Sif has been out on enough campaigns that shared living quarters don't really bother her too much, even if she would have preferred privacy. ]

But I now reside in the Perimeter Guard barracks.

[valr]

[There's a question she wants to ask, but she swallows it instead, not knowing how relationships have shaken out in worlds that aren't her own. Perhaps Thor and Sif are not a couple. It would be rude to assume.]

Is it satisfying? I-- [Maybe that was too forward? She should explain:] They gave me work here, but it seems pointless.

[Personal security for the goverment, people who are likely to never see danger. It's not what someone like Kara was made for.]

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif is grateful to not have to explain the situation between her and Thor, it's not exactly something she relishes in doing. Of all versions of herself, she had to go and be the one he does not want for a wife.

As for the work, well... Sif shrugs. ]

It is not like being a warrior of Odin, but I must pay my way somehow. Eventually, perhaps we will even see battle. What task have they given you?

[valr]

Their war was a long time ago.

[Kara isn't from this world, but those deaths still sing to her in their own way. Battles were fought and lost in this place, and the dead remain.[

I am to guard their politicians. Loki advised me to keep the work, for now, but I have little need of money.

[She could survive off the land, if she had to.]

[fiercestwarrior]

If you wish to join the guard, I am sure you could. Perhaos it would be more satisfying to be among other warriors.

[ Even if the work itself may not be the most thrilling. ]

[valr]

I have spent the last few centuries hunting monsters.

[Which is to say - she's qualified for it, if nothing else.

But also:]

We are at a blót and I'm talking work. [@herself: what the fuck] Do you dance, my lady?

[fiercestwarrior]

Work makes more sense than much else, does it not?

[ You are a woman after her own heart, Kara. ]

But yes. Tonight I dance.

[valr]

[Kara nods, with a wry little smile because yes work makes so much more sense than anything else, but she's trying to cut loose tonight, at least a little.

So she offers her hand to Sif, to lead her to where the others are dancing.]