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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!
burntbridges: To the unknown (Doubt ☿ Oh it feels like ages)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-12-15 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her hands tense, and then curl into fists as she tries to right herself. No, no, she can't have this. She's not ready to speak to him honestly. Her knuckles are white as snow, a forgotten blister searing her with pain as she tries to recover her voice.]

I'm not sure what you mean. [She manages to keep the voice she'd trained for 'Cinna', hiding her hands belatedly under her cloak to conceal how affected she is.] I've told you who I am, and I have no reason to be false with a stranger.

[And yet her blood is rushing in her ears. Her baby is so close, and her true love even closer, and her head is nearly spinning with emotion but she can't let herself show a drop of it. No one cares what you feel, she reminds herself pointedly, just like her mother would have. No one cares, you shouldn't either.]
burntbridges: To the unknown (What? ☿ I will wait)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-12-16 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[She bristles a bit more, but fully hidden under her cloak it's hard to tell exactly how put off she is. Still, it's clear in the way that she stands, knocking back her chair and spilling what's left of her wine across her plate.]

I feel no obligation to show you my face. Now, if you'll excuse me.

[Her words are sharp and snipped, and without giving him time to react lest he reach for her, she snakes her way into the crowd and attempts to disappear. She'll be hanging around the celebration a while longer, but any time Ivar catches sight of her she'll do her best to make herself scarce.]