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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
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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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[Val's staring numbly at the river in front of her, dark and sluggish and illuminated by all those lanterns, when she hears a voice, sees a shadow cross her vision. She blinks, raises both eyebrows up at the stranger, and for a split second she hesitates before an easy smile crosses her face. It's hard to tell in the dark that it doesn't reach her eyes.]

Only if you can promise me you don't have cooties.

[ And the answer comes easily, with a completely straight face: ]

Not anymore.

[ A pause. ]

Or at least, they’ve been dormant for a few months now.

[ But apparently that’s invitation enough, and he takes a seat nearby on the river’s bank. ]

I dunno why I didn’t just start off with the whiskey. I probably could’ve saved myself a lot of trouble.

Good enough for me. There's already enough weird illnesses going around right now.

[She watches him sit, eyeing curiously without turning her head, and then passes the bottle his way.]

I've found through a lot of trial and error that whiskey actually solves most problems.

[ He snorts out a laugh, taking the bottle.

You know, when he was a kid, there were a lot of lessons during elementary school about the importance of not accepting foodstuffs from strangers. Peter, apparently, has put all those lessons behind him as he takes a pull from the bottle, handing it back. ]

I dunno. You've gotta strike the right balance. Too little and you're just miserable. Too much, and suddenly you're sobering up in a drunk tank with a bunch of pissed off people that you probably started a bar brawl with.

[ He pauses. Then, thoughtfully, ]

Although I guess that'd mean you've got bigger things to worry about than whatever drove you to drink in the first place.

[Val cackles; she knows that scenario well enough, though Sakaar was kind of like one giant drunk tank full of pissed off people she'd started a brawl with, truth be told.]

My 'too much' is a lot more than most peoples', granted, but I've had a couple millennia to sort it out.

[She cocks a finger at him. Ah, yes, a fingergun. The most bisexual of gestures.]

All the better to keep your mind off your original problems, yeah?

A couple millennia.

[ And he echoes it flatly, in that sort of way that says, “I mean, I’ll believe you, but seriously?” ]

But you don’t look a day over 500. Do you moisturize or something?

[Val snorts, rolls her eyes back into her head.]

Not unless you count the tears of my enemies.

[It's a distinctly Asgardian thing to say, something she finds occurs more and more often since reconnecting with her own past. It's bittersweet, really.]

My kind age well.

[ The comment hardly bothers him – and honestly, if Drax were more given to metaphor, Peter could picture the big guy saying something exactly like that. He would also possibly express a desire to bathe in his enemies' blood, which just doesn't seem like a healthy choice. ]

What's your kind, then? If you don't mind my asking.

Me? Asgardian.

[There's a 50/50 chance he'll know what that is, in her Riverview experience thus far. She offers the bottle back to him.]

Heard of it?

[ A flash of recognition crosses his face. ]

Yeah. Heard about you guys a while back.

[ There was a Ravager in engineering who used to bitch about Asgardians, called them stuck up and full of themselves. Whenever he got drunk, he'd go on tirades about how their "magic" wasn't really magic at all, but just a super complicated form of reality-warping science.

Peter always thought he was nuts.

But to Peter, Asgardians were practically a myth. Their home planet might as well have been he lost city of Atlantis, for all that he believed in it. ]

Plus, I've met a few folks from there since I've been here. Sif and Thor and Loki.

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Oh, good. Less for me to explain.

[It's okay, Val doesn't really have any magic of her own, just the benefit of all the technology. The cool swords, the weaponry, the armor. She does miss the flying horse, though. That was pretty cool.

She brightens up.]

Yeah? You know them? Thor and Loki are pretty...well, they're pains in the ass, but they're cool. Sif...I miss Sif a lot, actually.

Yeah. [ And he casts his agreement a little soberly. ] I didn’t get to talk to her as much as I could’ve, but she seemed seriously badass.

[ Also, she tolerated him way more than he ever expected. Like, it took a while for Gamora to start putting up with his bullshit, but Sif seemed kind of okay with it from the word “go.” ]

Thor seems cool.

[ if you like dudes that are all, you know. Big and tan and muscular and nice. It’s whatever. ]

'Badass' is definitely the right word for it. She was legendary enough that I'd heard of her exploits even during my own exile from Asgard.

[The comment about Thor earns Peter a snort into her bottle as she takes a swig.]

He's a big dork, but yeah. I guess 'cool' works.

"A dork"? Really? I never got that vibe.

[ please dish that gossip ]

Behind all the muscles and the growly voice? Yeah, major dork. First time he met me he practically gushed over wanting to be like me when he was a kid.

Sooo.

[ He drags the word out. ]

I'm guessin' that means you were a warrior or something?

[ Asgardians, man. All about that fighting.

Have you guys ever thought about setting down the swords and the hammers and try, like, talking? ]

Warrior, yes. 'Or something...'

[She shrugs a shoulder.]

That works, too. Scrapper, sometimes. Here, a bit of both.

A scrapper.

[ And he repeats it back flatly, like he doesn't quite believe her. ]

Like, digging through trash piles, getting random junk, selling it at a premium? That kinda scrapper?

Exactly. And I'm fucking good at it. There's a lot of garbage outside those walls that's worth a pretty penny.

[And Val, or at least a part of her, will always be all about Gettin That Money $$$.]

[ He snorts out a quick laugh, tipping his head to one side in agreement. ]

Fair enough. They've got some weird stuff dumped out there.

I didn't think you guys were into... [ He waves a hand vaguely as he searches for the word. ] ...diversifying?

[ Which is his polite way of saying, "I thought Asgardians mostly killed shit." ]

[That gets him another laugh, because Val knows all too well what 'diversifying' means.]

We're not. Not really, not until recently. Actually, though, I was sort of...on a self-imposed exile from Asgard before Thor was even born, so I sort of had to adapt.

Ah.

[ There’s probably a giant story there, but despite what the way movies make it seem, the phrase “self-imposed exile” didn’t always precede expositional monologues filled with tragedy and violence.

Sometimes, it was instead followed up by, “And it’s none of your business why. Stop asking before I cram this fork down your throat.”

It’s a toss-up which it’ll be this time, so Peter goes for the easier question. ]

Where’d you end up going?

[It would have definitely been the latter, so he's made a wise choice for once. Val, for her part, is glad to be able to bypass the conversation entirely.]

Place called Sakaar. Heard of it?

[ Peter makes no move to hide the way he grimaces. ]

Sakaar? Seriously? Isn’t that place a total shithole?

Yes.

[The fire of twenty suns is burning in her eyes.]

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