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monthly mingle: MEMORIA

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: monthly mingle: memoria
when: the month of may
where: anywhere around the city
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

memoria

In the days leading up to May 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: Memoria. A more solemn celebration than Sampremi or the Flower Festival, Memoria is a week-long time of remembrance for those lost in the Great War and the epidemic that decimated Riverview Quarantine's population 10 years ago. Memoria traditions include lighting lanterns for the dead, telling stories about lost loved ones or lost homes, eating meals with loved ones, and a special gathering to send floating lanterns down the river in honor of those lost.

a solemn commemoration of those lost

While the main city-wide event associated with Memoria is the floating of lanterns down the river on each Sunday evening of the month, the holiday is generally seen as a time of reflection on and appreciation of things that have been lost - people, homes, cultures, and planets. It is also a celebration of the things that remain. Many locally-owned shops will host displays of culturally-significant food, and will hand out informational flyers sharing the unique customs of their own homeworlds and inviting others to share those customs. There is a heavy emphasis on sharing time with family, friends, and lovers, and anyone who is able to will cook meals or treats for loved ones, or at least purchase them something good to eat.

i. hanging lanterns

Throughout the entire week of Memoria, residents will be hanging lanterns around the city. Lanterns are generally placed in greater number in places of passage - streets, bridges, and all alongside the train lines are particularly well-decorated, as are any trees alongside paths, and most homes and businesses have a profusion of lanterns around their doors and windows. This tradition is twofold; some people believe that the lanterns are hung in these places in order to guide the spirits of the dead back to those who still love them, other people believe that the lanterns are to give light for living loved ones to find their doors in times of darkness...many people believe both.

No matter what your character might believe, you can be sure they will find themselves offered a lantern for free from various businesses or friendly citizens passing by, and invited to hang it before the sun sets, or they may be handed a bundle of lanterns and asked to help share them with others.

ii. sharing life

Throughout the city, characters will find groups of people gathering to share hot drinks and talk about their loved ones lost, their homes and planets, or their experiences during the Great War and the epidemic. Anyone who has lost someone, who has fought to survive, who is feeling cut off and homesick, is welcome to sit and share their story. If your character chooses to sit and to share their story, they will find that people will gather to listen, will generally be respectful of the telling, and may share their own similar experiences in return. This is an excellent time to air grief in an environment where most people understand and respect grief, and a good time to deepen the connections to others around you, to understand them better.

There is also a very large focus on cooking or purchasing meals or treats for loved ones during Memoria, with many people taking meals with everyone they care about during the week of the holiday. Some go the extra mile and will hand out baked goods (usually chocolate or cinnamon), packets of candy, or other little treats to acquaintances, especially if they would like to form a closer bond with them. This is a great time for characters to reach out to someone they would like to get to know better with a surprise treat!

iii. floating of the lanterns

On the evening of May 8th, just before sundown, many of the city's residents will head toward the banks of the river, where they will light lanterns in a wide variety of shapes, sizes, and colors, in honor of their dead loved ones. The types of lanterns vary wildly, based on personality (either of the person floating it or the person they are honoring), culture, and many other factors. Some lanterns are very simple, others are incredibly complex, but the one common feature they all have is that people write on the shades of them - they write about their feelings for their loved ones, their wishes for their relationships and friendships, a memory from childhood or home, or even just lines of poetry or lyrics from songs that express something they miss, or something that hurts them.

Once those emotions are written on the lanterns, the lanterns are set free, floating down the river in the darkening evening, in a cathartic gesture shared by most residents of the city. Waves of lantern floating will start around 7 pm and continue until the sun rises on each Sunday evening of May.

iv. down with the sickness

The epidemic that happened 10 years ago was an incredibly traumatic experience for the people living in the Quarantine, on a cultural scale as well as a personal one. While most people who live in the Quarantine are able to leave after 5 years, the trauma lingers in any number of invisible ways in the city. Besides that, there is a small population of people who have chosen to live permanently in the Quarantine, who have made it their home and embraced its melting pot of cultural diversity as their own. Many of these people are survivors of the epidemic, and have a particularly poignant connection to the Memoria celebration.

One of these long-term residents is an engineer specializing in magically-enhanced robotics who lost most of her family in the epidemic, and as each year passes she becomes more and more distraught by how the population turns over and slowly loses track of the importance of Memoria. In her eyes, it's become symbolic, commercialized, a celebration of general grief and not the very specific grief the Quarantine experienced 10 years ago. And she has decided to do something about it, something to make the specific trauma of the epidemic very real and very current to everyone in the city.

On May 1st, she will be releasing a small cloud of self-replicating magically-enhanced nanites near City Hall. The nanites are drawn to warm, living bodies, and once they enter, they find their way to the brain and central nervous system (or equivalent, depending on physiology) and start to take effect on the parts of the brain (or equivalent) that control a person's sensory experiences and psychosomatic responses. In effect, the nanites work as an artificial virus that makes residents horribly ill, and which can be passed from person to person like a contagion.

Throughout the month, reports of this mysterious illness will sweep through the Quarantine, with residents uncertain of how to cure it. Symptoms vary widely depending on the person, with each affected person facing a uniquely personal set of symptoms - but each case has the same thing in common: it ends with the victim losing consciousness and lapsing into a coma.

How It Works

● Participation is opt-in, and while the "epidemic" can't be ignored in the city, characters are not required to get ill even if they are exposed.
● The "disease" can be spread from person to person by skin-to-skin contact or exchange of fluids (kissing, coughing, spitting, etc.) There is no set symptoms for the "disease," and how much or little a character is affected or in what ways is up to player discretion. Incubation period (time between exposure and first symptoms appearing) is also up to player discretion.
● Since the nanites are based in both tech and mgaic, they are much harder to defeat than they would be otherwise. However, they can be deactivated and destroyed through a combination of electromagnetic pulses and magical nullification or spell-dispersing abilities. Players are also welcome to come up with other ways to deactivate the nanites, keeping in mind that it should not be too easy.
● Affected characters can be sick for as long or short a time as the player decides, and once they lapse into a coma it can last as long as the player decides. Once the character wakes from the coma, they will no longer be sick and the nanites will no longer be present in their system.
● Once a character has been infected, they will be immune and cannot be reinfected.
● All sick characters will be well again by May 31st and there will be no long-term effects.

● If any players wish to pursue or bring to justice the perpetrator, please send the mod a PM and we can discuss your ideas!

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 Memoria, feel free to write it up!

visual inspiration

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Credit: image i: RAW Visual, image ii: by trenchmaker, image iv: Bianca Draghici; image iii: found uncredited on Pinterest - please let the mod know if you find credit!

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iii. floating of the lanterns

Ronan carried three very different lanterns. One was bright and patterned with the flowers his mothers liked most. Another was simple and faded except for one side which was full of the most bright, clashing colors he could think of since Noah hadn’t always been so subdued. The other had no color and every color all at once. The only description one could give with any certainty was it shimmered. Only a dream would suit his father.

He’d barely written on any of them. There was no point in expressing his grief. If this ceremony was for the living, Ronan didn't see it like that. He owed them something, even if it was a couple hours of his life spent just remembering them.

“So long,” he said as set the lanterns into the river.

iv. down with the sickness

Ronan felt fine when he went to work. But by the end of the day, when he wiped the sweat off his face, he felt more replace it. Walking back to his car, he started to feel faint. He was still in the city when he was overcome by a wave of dizziness and had to pull over.

He opened the car door and stepped out. The fresh air proved to be less of a relief than he hoped. He shivered. Wrapping his arms around himself, he leaned against his BMW and closed his eyes.

“Fuck.” He rubbed his forehead. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It wasn't long after the beginning of the month that Adam started feeling off. It began as fatigue and moved into aching limbs. He said nothing of it to Ronan because it didn't seem too serious, but there were some apparent sniffles before they went to bed.

The next morning came with a fever. Adam had kicked most of the covers off by the time he woke up, taking a few tries to blink awake. He felt uncomfortably sweaty, but his teeth wouldn't stop chattering.

When he felt Ronan shift next to him, he grumbled, "Did you turn the heat on?"

For a few minutes, a muffled groan was Adam's only response. Then Ronan raised his head from his pillow and rolled over. He usually slept curled around Adam, especially after the night horror incident. He failed to remember why last night was different but it probably something to do with the fact that the covers had ended up on his side of the bed.

"No," he finally said. He eased his foot out from under one of their dogs and pressed closer to Adam. Had he taken a moment to consider why Adam asked about the heat, he wouldn't have been surprised by the sweat coating his body.

"Christ, you're hot." He pulled back and wiped Adam's sweat off his face. "Gross."

Adam grunted when Ronan pressed against him but didn't have the strength to move away.

"You too," he said but without any of the power to make it into an actual retort. He was used to unbearable heat, but this was a wholly different kind of uncomfortable. He was freezing and hot at the same time.

He'd gotten sick before, but it had never really mattered. It didn't change that he had things to do. So he forced himself up and into a standing position, which prompted the dogs to hop up and rush downstairs to await breakfast.

"Gonna make coffee," he mumbled as he shuffled away from the bed.

Ronan slumped back onto the bed once Adam pulled away. For a few seconds, he lamented the fact that this morning would not be spent ~~cuddling~~ lying in bed with his boyfriend. Then he got up and followed Adam and their dogs. There wasn't a real reason to stay anymore.

He scratched at his jaw. His skin felt significantly cooler than Adam's had and he finally pieced together why that might be. "You feeling alright?"

Adam was slow to get down the stairs, so Ronan easily caught up with him by the time they entered the kitchen. He glanced at Ronan, then eyed their begging dogs. Adam was weak, which meant breakfast came before coffee.

"Dunno. Maybe allergies." He shrugged and poured dog food into their bowls. Then he found himself needing to lean against the table so he wouldn't lose his balance. "Are you?"

Once it was clear that Adam did not quite have his balance, Ronan walked over to him. Hovering was not something he did, but neither was letting his boyfriend faceplant on the floor. He'd rather not take the risk.

"Yeah. I'm good." He stopped at a respectable distance, partly because Thorpedo came and pawed at his leg. He shook him off but scratched his ears to make up for it. His attention remained on Adam. "Pretty sure you've got a fever,"

Adam didn't notice Ronan coming closer to him for any discernible reason. He was too busy trying to convince himself to just move.

And he did manage it out of sheer stubbornness, stepping past the dogs to get to the coffeemaker. "Did you take my temperature?" he asked, his tone a bit teasing. He didn't see what Ronan could do about it.

Ronan moved away from Thorpedo, who followed anyway. Clearly he was in search of either love or coffee, if not both.

"Yeah." Before he could get started on the coffee, Ronan pulled Adam's hand away. No one had ever checked his temperature like that, but whether or no it was effective he didn't care. "Still hot. You want me to stick my tongue in your mouth to be sure?" For once, that was only a joke.

Adam gave Ronan a halfhearted smile. He wished he felt well enough to take Ronan up on the offer, joke or not, but this was about as close as he felt like getting. "Was this all for that bad pickup line?"

He gently pulled his hand away but leaned himself slightly against Ronan. "If you think I have a fever, you should stay away from me. Who's gonna take care of the kids if we're both sick?"

By this point, the dogs had all gathered around them and Adam patted their heads.

"We'll just let them outside, throw a few steaks out. They'll keep themselves busy." It was even less clear than before if that was a joke. It probably was. Probably.

Ronan folded his arms as he watched Adam. Ordinarily he'd be secretly appreciating the scene-- this was what he'd wanted. A home with Adam with kids as Adam had called their pets. It wasn't a bad life, even when Adam looked and presumably felt like shit.

"So're you going to stay home?" He had a feeling he knew the answer to that.

The dogs became distracted with something else and left Adam to take care of the coffee. Honestly, the thought of drinking something hot made him feel worse but he was sure it would cute him.

At the question, Adam gave him a side-glance and raised his eyebrows as if that was a stupid question. When talking to Adam, it was. "I have class," he pointed out, "then work. It'll go away." Soon he'd be too busy to realize he wasn't feeling well.

Once the coffee pot started going, he bumped his shoulder to Ronan's. "Seriously, you should stay away from me. And disinfect the place while I'm gone. I'll take the couch tonight."

Ronan bumped him back. If he weren't looking at Adam, he would've been tempted to kiss him after all. He still half was but again, he looked like hell.

"We just slept in the same bed. Another hour isn't going to kill me." Send him into a coma, maybe. Not that he knew that.

Ronan watched Adam for another few moments, then went to grab some cereal. "If you leave, you'll spew your germs all over. Do you want your classmates and coworkers to hate you for spreading the plague?" Now he went to grab a bowl. "Stay home. Take the bed. It's already got your crud all over."

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

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