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introductory mingle: SAMPREMI

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Sampremi Celebration
when: March 8th - March 15th
where: In several different locations in the downtown area of the Inhabited City.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

sampremi celebration

In the days leading up to March 8th, new residents may notice advertising around the city, everywhere from digital screens to paper flyers pasted on blank walls, featuring the name of the spring holiday in celebration of new beginnings, new love, and lust: Sampremi. The advertising mentions that there will be street festivals set up at various locations throughout the week and lists where the market will be set up on each day.

street market

The main draw of the holiday is a roaming street market that features special treats and street food that can only be found during Sampremi, a bustling bargain market with any kind of goods you can think of, and fair games that allow a person to win a prize for that special someone.

i. street food

One of the major draws of the festival is the special street food that can only be obtained this time of year. Almost everything you can buy at the Sampremi Festival is meant to be shared - whether it's one piece of meat on two sticks or desserts baked with a narrow part in the middle for convenient tearing, everything is built in twos. The stalls sell everything from cups of soup, sandwiches, roasted or fried meat, deep-fried vegetables and cakes, dumplings, donuts, bagels, turnovers, and anything else you can think of.

Many of the savory dishes are based on the meat of a particular fowl native to the moon Riverview is situated on that has a taste and texture halfway between chicken and duck, cooked to be spicy (ranging from very mild to throat-burning). Many of the desserts are based around a fruit native to the moon that is spherical, red-orange, and has a light sweet taste that is similar to a combination of mango, pineapple, and strawberry. Both ingredients are considered to be aphrodisiacs. Of course, the foods aren't actually aphrodisiacs and any effect is purely placebo.

ii. fair games

The festival features an entire row of fair games ranging from very high-tech games featuring virtual reality and neon holograms to extremely old-fashioned games with darts and balloons or balls and glasses. The games all have prizes in various shapes and sizes, with the standard stuffed animals, but also with goods and special items donated by any business in the city; ranging from tiny prizes to huge and expensive ones.

Due to the nature of the holiday, many of the stalls are set up to cater to winning a prize for your partner, and due to the nature of the Quarantine, a lot of them involve aiming or other aspects of pretending to fight.

iii. shopping

Originally, the part of the street festival that involved an actual market, with stalls and booths set up with goods, was aimed primarily at romantic trinkets like flowers or jewelry, gifts intended to be purchased for a loved one. As time has gone by, however, this aspect of the market has increased, with many businesses participating, though the emphasis is still on small businesses and anything relating to local culture rather than booths for any of the larger more corporate businesses.

There is still plenty of jewelry to be found, for sure, mostly handmade and artisan, but the scope of the Market has widened immeasurably. The Sampremi Market is an excellent place to find specialty foods, clothing, jewelry, art, or other goods that were originally native to cultures on other planets in this reality, or other realities altogether. Many residents in the city use the market to share their unique cultural goods and traditional dress with others.

iv. adult

In a side alley of the Sampremi Market on any day, one can find an area roped off with a red silken cord, attended by members of the Perimeter Guard in casual dress who will ID anyone entering to make sure they are 18+. Once characters are permitted entry, they will find all of the adult offerings that the market has to offer.

Since Sampremi is, historically, a celebration of lust and physical love, the adult offerings are all set up to cater to two or more people of any sex or gender configuration. One can find an adult or sexualized version of almost anything that's featured in the main market, from fair games to adult goods to street food laced with actual aphrodisiacs (there are always warnings for food spiked in this way to avoid accidental consumption).

v. roommates or wildcard

Feel free to use this prompt to set up headers for a communal floor, or threads open to roommates for the purpose of getting to know each other. Or if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set at the Sampremi Festival, feel free to write it up!

visual inspiration

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Credit (left to right): Theo Prins, andreasrocha @ tumblr, hrormir @ deviantart, nkabuto @ deviantart

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The fact that Tony has to share a space with so many other people really doesn't bother him all that much, I mean, it should because personal spac and all, but-- Whatever. The only negative side to it will be that it is going to be so much harder to go on work binges for the defence perimeter with Steve and Bucky in the same space as him. Maybe he can shift their attention to Strange, that might work. Whatever, the point is that it works for him, as long as no one gets annoyed about his weird hours and apparent battle with sleep.

So maybe he times his comings and goings to when he things people inclined to stare disappointedly at him aren't around, which is why when he comes into the room, wrapped in the red and gold of his armour, he is a little surprised to see that there is someone in the room. He thought they were all out at the festival. Or searching the wilds. Or-- well not here, basically.

The faceplate vanishes as he crosses into the room, nodding back at the Viking, as he heads towards his bed, as he does, the armour seems to disintegrate off of him, before reforming, solid, in the corner next to his bed. Tony's attention isn't on that though, he is staring at the weapons with a small smile, flashing a look at Ivar.

"Which one's your favourite? Is it the ax? Please tell me it's the ax, that looks like something forged by dwarves. " Tony doesn't think twice about moving closer. It's like he is the foolish idiot you think he is.

Magic armor. Huh. That might be more impressive to someone who wasn't raised on stories of men who wielded hammers that could shrink down and disappear at will or a giant metal boar that could walk round and attack people. And why is it painted up like that? He'll have to ask Tony at some point.

Oh, Ivar's already pegged him as definitely being a fool. The question is how long they'll be able to live together before Ivar goes after him with one of the weapons beside him. Talk of said weapons, though, is a good way to stay on his good side. "Actually, yes. It is the ax. I don't have to move to throw it." Mobility issues and all that, though it's never stopped him from wielding a sword before. And that's right, he doesn't just wield it, he throws it.

The mention of dwarves makes him snort. "I should be so lucky as to have something dwarven-made." Their weapons were legendary and only given to those destined for great things.

Not magic, uh. Ew. Magic. That shit annoys him. It's science okay. The best kind of science because it is his kind of science. But Tony doesn't think anything of his armour either, it's part of him and he is used to people knowing it and about it so it's just... there. As for the colours... well it can be whatever colour Tony wants, he just likes being flashy as fuck.

"Huh, makes sense. Do you only have the one? Or like... I don't know how that would work in battle actually, throw it then yank it out of the corpse? Or do you have multiples?" Yup, leaning in close while still looking at the weapons. He isn't someone who likes weapons himself, despite being a designer of them, but he knows enough about Vikings and culture and Ivar from their first encounter that this is probably the best way to get the guy to not hate him.

It's like building up a bank of forgiveness or something before Tony totals it with shit he is going to say about Loki. He just knows.

There is a snort about the dwarves because Tony knows but also... fucking dwarves man. "Not common to find then? The Dwarven stuff? Also, do you know how to forge things yourself? Because that is really cool shit, can't say I've ever forged weapons like that but... armour, that's a thing I can do."

Psh, Ivar is completely ignorant of science. There's been no need for it in his life up until this point. Magic explains everything better.

"I usually have more. I need a couple during battle. It's hard to retrieve them unless I want to get out of my chariot and get on the ground, which is a good way to end up dead." Yes, he's also got a chariot back home. He's definitely the coolest teenager in the city. "This was all I had on me when I got pulled here." Tony's definitely gonna need that bank of forgiveness. Ivar is not a stable individual and his temper is short.

"I know how to forge and I've done it before. The knife is one of my own." Just another of Ivar's many talents. He looks over at the armor when Tony mentions forging it. "I guess that explains that over there." He waves a hand towards the armor. "Doesn't explain why you'd want to go into battle dressed up in the same colors as a princess usually wears."

Magic explains... no. Just... no. Do not even, magic is just science that occasionally bends the rules and it would be so much better if it didn't bend the rules, but Tony is starting to see that he is going to have to just accept that magic is a thing. Ugh. Tony forgoes thoughts about magic to focus on the weapons talk. He likes weapons, even if he has some less than favourable memories with them.

"Huh, so you just--" There is a pause, Tony's eyes scanning the weapons before him before flickering to Ivar's wrists, then back to the axes, brain moving at a million miles an hour before-- "You want me to make you something that summons it back to you? I mean, kind of like Thor's hammer but with less magic and more technology and you would have to wear a bracelet to-- oooh! I could totally make like an arm brace!"

It takes the genius all of three seconds to go from idly watching the other with his weapons to planning on how to make him weapons that come back thanks to nanotech, somewhat similar to how his suit works. Alon with reinforced arm guards because, while he wants to offer to figure out a way to make the guy mechanical legs (he probably will, eventually) he also gets the feeling that the offer wouldn't go over that well.

Yet.

So he grins at Ivar and waggles his brows. "Yes, good, if I need help forging you are the guy I am coming to I hope you know that. Also, yes that is Iron Man. Well, I am Iron Man, but-- hey wait, princess? What?"

Had Ivar not already seen Bucky's arm, he might dismiss Tony's ramblings as that of a madman. But he knows if the man is half as good as he says he is, that he can come up with some wonderful tech. Ivar listens to his enthusiasm with a bemused expression on his face. He's never seen a blacksmith, the closest thing he can equate Tony with, as having the same level of excitement regarding a project. "If you can make me that, be rest assured I'll put them to good use." Despite his fierce nature, Ivar it's still young. He wants to look cool and arm braces that could summon his weapon back to him were like the coolest thing ever. "What do you want for payment?"

It's a good thing Tony doesn't offer anything regarding his legs just yet. Ivar is a prickly sort regarding that subject and he'd likely break Stark's jaw if he felt he'd been insulted. He's always on the lookout for signs of pity from someone and ready to retaliate in turn.

Ivar grins at Tony as he explains, teasing him a little. "The only ones who would wear colors like that at home are royalty. My mother was a queen and I'm certain she had a gown in the exact same color scheme." Sorry not sorry, Tony. Ivar just called you a pretty princess.

You know, dismissing most of what Tony says as ramblings as a madman might actually be a good way to go about things. Even if what he is saying makes some sort of sense once in a while. Maybe. But this level of exuberance was kind of Tony's thing, especially when it came to new projects, especially projects that were helpful and interesting and--

"That I do not doubt at all. It would take me a bit, and I would need some specs, fuck it would be so much better if I have my full workshop here shit." Tony sighs all but dreamily. Seriously, it is possible to miss a space greatly. "You need a place for the knives--- ooh! No, retractable blade in the arm guard along with the ability to call back the axe, how does that sound?"

The look on his face is that of near childish glee, the schematics and potential alloys to be used already taking shape in his head. At most, he will need the dimensions of Ivar's forearms. And how much weight would be put on them. And the strain. And--

"That-- well, your mother clearly had amazing tastes then. Red and gold are amazing colours. The suit also can be completely blacked out, or transparent, not that it really changes much. " He is a pretty princess, thank you very much. Wait-- "So you're a prince then? Cool."

"Sure. That sounds, uh, good. Just don't make it red and gold. I want a practical color scheme." At this rate, Ivar is just expecting him to add some wings onto the things and make him fly. Maybe it's best just to humor the crazy man. What else is he going to do? He's a bit out of his depth here discussing nanotech and armor that can retrieve weapons for their owners.

"A suit of armor that can do all that sounds like magic to me." Anything which he can't understand automatically gets relegated to the status of magic. He's going to need a very extensive crash course on how future science works before he can start to understand any of it. Until then, Tony might as well be a wizard-blacksmith.

"I was a prince. But titles don't just get passed down where I'm from. You have to earn them." With both his parents dead and Lagertha Queen of Kattegat, he wasn't sure where he stood anymore. He'd led a very charmed life up until recently, never wanting for food, clothing, or shelter. Being the son of the queen meant he'd been doted on, which wasn't always a good thing. He'd been spoiled and eventually smothered by her, when in truth, all he wanted to do was follow in his father's footsteps, and become a warrior.

There is a snort of a laugh from Tony at that as he rocks back on his heels a little, amusement clear on his features. "Uh huh, you're just jealous of my amazing suit. It's okay, everyone is." You're lucky that he is weirdly fond of you there, Ivar, otherwise, there was a good chance that the arm braces would end up a hideous mix of orange and purple. But not this time.

And really, if he wants wings, Tony can make those too.

"Mmm, no. Science. Which I guess is like magic but way easier to understand. I mean, there are rules and you follow them and then shit happens, it is cause and effect and there is no handwaving to produce anything." Tony pauses cocks his head to the side and looks at Ivar. "If you want, I can explain simple shit. Stuff that might be useful to you. I mean, only if you want to know it."

Tony is thinking physics and chemistry, biology. Ways that sciences can be used on the battlefield, because it is clear that the best way to earn Ivar's good will is through that avenue.

Though when Ivar speaks about titles and the past tense, he hums a little. There is a story there, and he knows it, but he also has enough of a past with his own parentage that he knows better than to ask after it. "That-- makes sense. In a way that determines that at least those who are the most competent end up in charge. Or the most ruthless, which I guess in a society like where you are from is a good thing?"

"I'm so sure. Just keep telling yourself that." There's no way anyone thinks that suit looks good besides Tony the pretty princess himself. Finally done with whetting his blades, he tests the edge of his ax on his thumb. Yep, perfect sharpness. He puts the sword next to his bed, slides the ax into its usual position on his back, and starts sliding the knives into various spots on his vest and in his boot.

"I'd like that. We don't have anything like this science where I'm from." Since coming here, he's realized how woefully inadequate his knowledge was. It made him feel both a little stupid and determined to improve himself. Knowledge was power and Ivar was going to expand his. Then when he went back home, he'd be even better planning on the battlefield.

"That's the truth. My father was the toughest, smartest Viking warrior anyone ever saw and he was king until the day he died. No one was able to overthrow or beat him as long as he lived." There's a fond note in Ivar's voice, something a little softer than anything he's show up until this point. It's clear he loved his father very much.

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introductory mingle: SAMPREMI

Roomates. WHOOPS. SORRY IVAR

Just don't lose a major body part, Tony

That is not something that Tony can promise tbh.

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