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EVENT LOG: LOOK! A DISTRACTION!
Who: EVERYONE
What: Look! A Distraction! Festival log part one. The overflow log can be found here and part two of the event can be found here.
When: Days 338-341 (Oct. 8-15)
Where: The castle courtyard.
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
[ All barriers are coming down for this five-day event: both the ones between the gods and their Travelers and between the city and its center. The castle courtyard is open to any and all for the next five days. NPC booths with games, snacks, and trinkets fill the space both along and around the entrance with plenty of room to spare for anything the Travelers might want to set up for themselves. Music and food fill the air at a constant, with firepits and decorative torches burning at night to light up the courtyard in an earthy glow and keep everyone warm. There will be plenty of food and entertainment, and the party will last throughout the night each night.
The theme of the festivities will change with every day:
The event guide for various events throughout the festival can be found here. Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 338 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! If you want to request a certain god, feel free to ping them and we will do what we can. Otherwise, have fun, and as always - let us know if there's anything you need! ]
OVERFLOW LOG
What: Look! A Distraction! Festival log part one. The overflow log can be found here and part two of the event can be found here.
When: Days 338-341 (Oct. 8-15)
Where: The castle courtyard.
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
[ All barriers are coming down for this five-day event: both the ones between the gods and their Travelers and between the city and its center. The castle courtyard is open to any and all for the next five days. NPC booths with games, snacks, and trinkets fill the space both along and around the entrance with plenty of room to spare for anything the Travelers might want to set up for themselves. Music and food fill the air at a constant, with firepits and decorative torches burning at night to light up the courtyard in an earthy glow and keep everyone warm. There will be plenty of food and entertainment, and the party will last throughout the night each night.
The theme of the festivities will change with every day:
The log for the fifth day masquerade can be found here!
- Day 338 (Oct. 8/9)
- It's time for a costume party! Travelers will be encouraged by the natives and gods alike to wear costumes both silly and serious! Anyone needing assistance simply need to say the word, and they will be descended upon by enthusiastic natives ready to help and desperate to put the tragedy of Thiazi's attack behind them.
- Day 339 (Oct. 10/11)
- Familiar scents will waft in the air with the theme of the second day: Home away from Home! The visiting god Honir has made a push to organize food and music straight from the Travelers' worlds, and it will all seem absolutely and utterly authentic. The natives will be cooking and playing music throughout the festival, and will be encouraging Travelers to to teach others about their own world/time's clothing and culture.
- Day 340 (Oct. 12/13)
- This day is going to follow something of a Samhain celebration. Merlin, with the permission and help from the gods, planted the seed of an oak tree in the centre of the courtyard. By this day, it will have grown as large as though it's been there for a hundred years. Travellers will be welcomed to tie ribbons or letters to the tree for their departed loved ones and friends, whether they've passed on or simply left the city, in remembrance and a final farewell.
However, being far too curious about to whom they're writing, Honir will be going through all of the ribbons and letters when no one's looking. Moved by their losses, he'll be bugging Mimir into helping him perform a spell that will bring a sort of comfort to everyone. Characters can receive up to a maximum of three photographs of themselves with whomever their ribbon is for, regardless of whether or not they ever took a picture with that person or even had the technology to do so. All of these photographs will be candid shots of happy memories that will be waiting for them on the Travelers' pillows.
(We aren't doing approvals for these so please, limit yourselves to only three photographs!)- Day 341 (Oct. 14/15)
- This day will introduce a festival game with the gods! As you go around to the various booths and attractions throughout the festival, NPCs will be handing out small treats to anyone they see wearing the colors of their patron god - whether you wore the colour intentionally or not!
The gods themselves will also be hosting another game of sorts: each of Asgard's patrons and allies will have a riddle or trivia question for any Travelers that approach them. Answer these correctly and they will tie a token of their favor (a ribbon in their colour or crest) around your upper arm. These ribbons can be cashed in for prizes at any time during the rest of the festival! (More details can be found under Day 341 HERE.)
The event guide for various events throughout the festival can be found here. Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 338 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! If you want to request a certain god, feel free to ping them and we will do what we can. Otherwise, have fun, and as always - let us know if there's anything you need! ]
OVERFLOW LOG
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There is a moment where he takes it in, is breathing it in, and if he listens closely he swears he can hear Hogwarts's song in the background being sung by some of the natives. It's enough to snap him out of it, to remind him that those are natives to this world, not Hogwarts students singing, and so instead he ends up glaring at the offending treats. Treacle tart in particular, as he never liked it, and the sweets from Honeydukes. Sugary things are high on his list of undesirables.
In the end, he is insulted by the table's presence here. He is reminded so strongly of the Wizarding World and yet could not be further from it. The cruelty involved in this bit of "home" is enough to set his anger off, to take the very depth of his loss and rub his face in it once more. It is because of this that he now moves forward, gripping the edge of the table in front of him, and lifts. While not exactly the strongest of men, Voldemort is by no means physically weak. Certainly untrained, certainly not honed, but not weak, either. And so it is with this strength that he is able to lift the large table up and shove it over onto its top, food and mead and sweets spilling absolutely everywhere.
Hope you got all you wanted to eat, Severus, because there will be no second helpings.
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Pouring himself a goblet of the bitter drink, he sets the jug back down and takes the goblet up in his hand. There's something about this man; something... well, Severus can't quite put his finger on it, but there's something sinister about him.
Severus lifts the drink to his lips, vaguely tuning into music that he recognises from his home, when he sees the man grasping the table. It all happens so quickly: one second, Severus is peering at him in bewilderment as the table is lifted, the next, he's watching in wide-eyed horror as everything that reminds of him is launched into the air as the table is flipped over.
Without thinking, Severus darts in and snatches the man by the lapel of his shirt with an angry grit of his yellowed, crooked teeth just as the table lands with a sickening crash to the floor. He balls the man's shirt in his fist and gives it a sharp and outraged yank, making the man face him.
"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?"
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The name of the man gripping him, the name of the man snarling in his face, breath hot against Voldemort's face. The very man who insisted on their powerlessness, a man who appeared nonchalant in the face of an obvious goading. Of course, that was through text, and now he sees emotion clearly in the man's face. He sees the angry, the hurt, and he smiles at it. This table meant something to the man gripping him, and childishly, Voldemort is happy at being able to take it from him, to crush the hope of home.
"I am ridding us of the temptation of homesickness. There is no need for it here, not when the only assured way of returning is to fight this war and win."
Voldemort makes no move to disentangle his shirt from Snape's hand. He is not afraid of death, of injury, illness, or hurt here. Regeneration is his power, and if this is the first time for its use, then so be it. He doubts this man has what it takes to kill someone over something so petty, can see it in his eyes that he is angry but not to that point of rage. In fact, he considers himself untouchable.
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He manages, only by sheer habit and years of practice, to school himself into an expression of cold impassiveness. He is shocked to see the Dark Lord looking so... human. So refined and handsome, even.
And just as well he manages to school himself because in the next instant, the sudden burst of disgust at being in the face of the Dark Lord again wants to desperately come bubbling to the surface. This is the man - the creature - that killed his Lily. Manipulated Severus, persuaded Severus, to do the most atrocious things in the name of the Dark Lord's own vainglorious agenda: seeking absolute power. This is the man Severus was foolish enough to look up to in his misguided and troubled youth, believing himself to be accepted and cherished, loved even, for his loyalty and faithfulness.
Control your emotions, Severus scolds himself. Control yourself.
Severus stares at the Dark Lord for a long, hard moment, then lets his shirt go with a swift snap of his hand. He eyes the commotion that's surfaced around them as a result of the Dark Lord's actions: people are scrabbling around, cleaning up the mess that's lying all around them like debris. But, determined not to reveal any more of himself to the Dark Lord, he assumes an air of dismissiveness, as though he is far above stooping to the level of cleaning up the mess of others.
"Be that as it may," Severus replies, considerably calmer, "nostalgia for one's home can be just as much a motivation for fighting this war." And because he doesn't want to appear cognizant of who the Dark Lord is, he adds, "You are the person whom I spoke to over the network recently; Lord Voldemort, I presume?"
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He does not know this man, and yet this man knows him. He already has most of the picture painted in his mind of those who are here, and what it means for his future. This only adds more color to it, no, more definition. When Snape lets go of him, his smile widens. Once the older man recognizes him for who he truly is, Snape has given himself away to Voldemort for what Severus Snape truly is: a man who knows the Dark Lord, who perhaps even worked with him, who doesn't want Voldemort to know that he knows who Voldemort is. A man who loves a mudblood the Dark Lord wanted dead in his future, and a man whose true allegiance lay with her, for if he was loyal to Voldemort surely he would not withhold such knowledge.
Yes, Voldemort knows the truth of the situation. And it is for this reason he is smiling. Snape may interpret him being pleased as being recognized so easily, but Snape may have a number of ideas that would prove false about Voldemort. As for the people cleaning up his mess... he is unconcerned about them. In fact, he pays them no attention at all.
"I am," he says easily, "And you are Severus Snape. I'm impressed that you would recognize me from my manner of speaking," which is to be as close to a hint that Snape has given too much of himself away as he is going to get, "Though theoretically you are right, it does more damage than good. Longing for something unobtainable, no matter how temporarily, will get one nowhere. Instead of wasting time with sentiment, we should be utilizing it. The gods claim they need us, and yet they offer us the temptation to get lost in our memories, to bring insult along with injury when they brought us here to show us only a glimpse of the world we left behind. I refuse to play along."
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"Ah. No, I was referring to that which you mentioned: fighting the war. It reminded me quite clearly of the conversation I had the other day. With you, no less."
He clasps his hands behind his back. "Does it?" he challenges the Dark Lord's theory that this festival is doing more harm than good, with quiet curiosity. "Sometimes, people require time to ruminate upon one's intentions before taking action. To be focused on your goal means to allow it to fill you up, become a driving force. Motivation from being able to indulge in a little piece of home can go a long way. Where one might see this as a distraction, another, such as myself, might see this as a boost in morale to strive towards winning the war; something the gods quite potentially wouldn't count on.
"More than that, however, after the things this city has seen in recent weeks... Well, a distraction though this admittedly grandiose frivolity may be, it's also convenient distracted the city at large, which I daresay makes far greater room to plan, shall we say, strategic moves without the hindrance of suspicion. Upsetting the atmos means drawing unwanted attention in that very direction, does it not?"
He momentarily unclasps his hands again to make a gesture that they step away from the commotion of others hurriedly cleaning up around them. "Perhaps we ought to move away. I wouldn't want to discuss such things around eavesdroppers and those who enjoy prying into the business of others."
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What he says about suspicion makes him curious, though. And he considers the man's words, he does, thinking them over carefully as he considers that Snape may have a point. As he considers that Snape may, in fact, be correct in his line of thinking.
It's that line of thinking, in particular, that sparks in him a suspicion as to just how dangerous this man is. Just how dangerous compliance with this man could be. And so Voldemort does not follow Snape's direction, does not move, does not allow this man to control him as he would a lesser wizard. His words are logical, and that is perhaps the most dangerous thing about this Severus Snape: he obviously knows Voldemort well, well enough to understand his thinking and how to shape it, how to reason with him. Just how close is this man to the future him? Just how damaging is the betrayal?
"What is it about me that makes you think I'd rather keep quiet? I intend to be very loud here," he knows he is being contrary. It's with a purpose, as all things he does are. He has not moved from his spot, letting people run past him without an ounce of his attention falling off of Snape.
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Severus keeps himself carefully schooled, however. "You may recall that I said you speak with principle and conviction. Men who speak such qualities are not men to make rash decisions or act without a plan. To create noise without all the infrastructure in place to ensure organised chaos would be acting unthinkingly; it would be unprincipled and conviction would become lost in the chaos. That is what makes me think you'd rather speak in private."
He pauses. "However," he continues smoothly, taking a half-step back towards the Dark Lord and employing calm and well-practiced subservience, "if I am being unfairly presumptuous, I of course apologise."
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"I find it presumptuous that you would think I'd be interested in speaking at all," And there it is, flat out; a direct challenge, "I find it presumptuous that you think because we are from the same world, you might have an instant sway over what I might do or think. I find it presumptuous that you intend to talk strategy to me, as though none of what you've said has occurred to me already. You are wrong, Severus Snape. I am flattered, as you so clearly seem to think me important, which I will not argue, but ultimately, I have little need of you. And so, I bid you good day."
When he walks away, it is with the gait of someone who is unafraid of retaliation. It is the gait of someone who walks with purpose, but is not running, is not fleeing. It is the gait of someone who embodies confidence, who cannot be touched. Let him try to stop Lord Voldemort, he thinks, let this Snape attempt to call him back with something, anything in the attempt to stop him, and let his spirit crumble in realizing Voldemort will have no part of it.
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And then he's watching the Dark Lord walk away and Severus steels himself even more from following after him, which he knows is what the Dark Lord would want, so as to have an excuse to turn on Severus again and interrogate further. He knows just by that stride, the way the Dark Lord is walking. Severus has seen him walk with that same gait away from cowering followers attempting to beseech his forgiveness or favour.
Severus isn't going to give the Dark Lord the satisfaction of confronting him any further in public. In private, Severus will take criticism and even silently accept blame if it means serving a purpose. But not in public.
No. He will contact the Dark Lord privately and attempt to rectify this. He has to. Severus about-faces and quickly sidesteps a person cleaning up the mess from the tipped table as he heads the other way to get away and think.