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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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Yes, I seem to remember something about silk slippers and fussy mages.

[It's said with a bit of a smile. He knows Dorian is fussy, but at least he's honest.]

I've yet to really notice much of a difference. Besides, comfort is never to be underrated.

Do you? I wonder to whom he was referring.

[ You're not getting to him that easily, Cullen. ]

Certainly not. It's a great deal warmer here, for instance.

I suppose that shall have to remain a mystery.

[Despite the fact that Cullen knows a great many mages that are still alive. And they both know exactly who it is that Cassandra was referring to.]

Yes, it is warmer, and I'm grateful for that. Even I can get tired of the incessant cold and damp in certain parts of Ferelden.

You? I'm shocked, Cullen, thoroughly. [Though he's smiling slightly.] And here I thought all your countrymen felt it made the lot of you the hardier for it.

I will let you in on a secret then. It's a facade. For every one of us. The cold is awful. You do get used to it, but you still feel it. It took a while after returning from Kirkwall for so long for my "frost layer" to return.

For Maker's sake, why would you stay there?

[It's a rhetorical question, obviously.]

Ah, well. I suppose home is home, regardless of how beastly it is.

The same could be asked of you and the Imperium or the Iron Bull and Par Vollen. As you said, home is home.

[Although, let's be honest. It had been a decade between him leaving and returning. And he hadn't had much thought of returning until the Divine had moved to Haven.]

Even if it leaves much in the way of required improvement. To be fair, though, I adore Tevinter's climate, as most of us do.

[And motions toward Cullen by way of indication.]

Which, it seems, is untrue of most Fereldens.

It has its pros and its cons, Dorian. No one likes to be mired in cold rain with little to no sun for months on end. But the weather isn't always so bad as all that. I remember the summer months being rather hospitable.

[Less stressful than any summer in the Free Marches indeed. Though possibly tinged with the romance of youth.]

Oh, yes. Ferelden summer. Clear skies, singing birds, and fields and fields of stripweed. A charming place, truly.

It's hardly fair of you to judge a country after over half of it suffered during the Blight. It wasn't always like that, you know.

Ah, so it was the darkspawn who cursed the place with that abominable plant, then?

Once the Darkspawn and the Archdemon were taken care of, and after the trouble with the Chill, it's a wonder anything grows in some parts of Ferelden even now.

Especially around Ostagar and the Korcari Wilds.

[He shakes his head as they neared the block on which they'd find the restaurant in question.]

You really do drain the fun out of everything. Is that a national pastime? [He smirks when he asks, though. This is also a joke, Commander. People poke fun at me for my nation and nationality all the time. Learn to take a joke.]

No, I assure you it's something that one spends many hours learning during training to be a Templar. And according to Cassandra, their training is even more fun draining than ours.

[Who doesn't know how to joke?]

There's a reason King Alistair never made it from novitiate before he joined the Grey Wardens.

The reasoning is sound. [He shakes his head.] Surely there must be some way to unwind that ball of repression.

I've heard the solution is sex, Dorian.

[Because, come on.]

It worked for Cassandra. To an extent.

Considering her taste in literature, I'm hardly surprised.

[He taps his chin.]

Now, who might suit your fancy?

[Cullen narrows his eyes briefly as he tries to determine if Dorian is serious or not. Hadn't.... Dear Maker, save him from inquisitive mages.]

Yes, well, that's not really something I can answer. The fact of the matter is that there is no one in my life like that.

[Not that he doesn't have some thoughts...]

[Yes, and it also just so happens Dorian sleeps in the same room with someone he knows has also been having thoughts.]

No? None at all? What a shame. I'll need to let her down gently.

[Lucky for Cullen, he doesn't have to deal with such issues.

Just blackmailing mages.

He turns to stare at his "friend" quickly as if hit.]

You'll do no such thing! [And, welp, he can't go back but that doesn't mean he has to give it more credence.] The Inquisitor is... very lovely, but I fear that I might fall short of what she deserves.

[Now, now, Cullen. This isn't blackmail. This is just banter.]

And is that for you to decide? What the Inquisitor deserves?

[Oh, the hypocrisy of it all.]

[Then why does he feel like he's going ten rounds with Leliana again?]

She can make her own mind up for that, but I know very well what I have to offer. And it is less than what others think.

[Because you're easy to toy with, Cullen.]

Too right you are, so allow her to make up her own mind.

[No, he's an honest person. More people should try it.]

I am. [Maker, Dorian.] And I will respect whatever decision she makes. What I want doesn't really matter in this situation.

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