When it comes to Sunset Falls festivals, it pays to be skeptical when the City Council says it’s going to be harmless, that something like a moratorium on murder will be in effect all week. The pre-timeline-adjustment Harvest Festival had been a bloodbath. Mainly due to the September 1st serial killer running amok for an age. And let’s not get started on Eros’s White Hearts festival. The deputy mayor does her due diligence before heading out there.
“There aren’t any human sacrifices scheduled?”
“No, deputy mayor,” the council members assure.
“And the local cryptids and monstrosities are just… leaving humans alone?”
“There’s one week every year where their hibernation and dormancy cycles sync up. Thanks to the Willow Maiden.” They seem more unsure on this point. Due to their exposure to both Loki and Mayuko, the council has an idea of what the previous timeline entailed. But they’ve also lived their whole lives in THIS timeline, where the Willow Bough festival is an institution.
The resulting “hnnn….” from Mayuko would make a witcher proud.
1. Play
[Mayuko has bundled up warm for the evening. With more trips out to the Magna Cucurbita with the schools on the horizon, it wouldn’t do to come down sick. She toys with the pendant around her neck idly as she scans the festival grounds, a hound puppy and a huge black Nefoundland dog at her heels. She’s not much of a ride-person, but does she want to grab some festival treats? Play a game?
This whole situation has her feeling unsure. Waiting for all of the shoes to drop. All of them. At least the residents are immune to the emotion-bleed. Fellow Starfallen, however… well, maybe some kind soul could distract her.]
2. Fireside
[She needs a moment away from the crowd; the bonfires will have to do. A big barn owl is perched nearby, ignoring Jun’s woofles, while the bigger dog flops away from the fire... losing its shape in the darkness? Nah. It’s probably a trick of the light.
Time to sit back. Take in the stars, the gorgeous fall foliage by night... the other festival goers. Re-center: a pool of calm broken by the occasional spike of intrusive thought. But there’s always room for one more on the log.]
((Open to emotion- and memshare with either prompt. Vine hijinks or other wildcards are welcome!))
Mayuko Shiraki| Fruits Basket (CRAU)| OTA
“There aren’t any human sacrifices scheduled?”
“No, deputy mayor,” the council members assure.
“And the local cryptids and monstrosities are just… leaving humans alone?”
“There’s one week every year where their hibernation and dormancy cycles sync up. Thanks to the Willow Maiden.” They seem more unsure on this point. Due to their exposure to both Loki and Mayuko, the council has an idea of what the previous timeline entailed. But they’ve also lived their whole lives in THIS timeline, where the Willow Bough festival is an institution.
The resulting “hnnn….” from Mayuko would make a witcher proud.
1. Play
[Mayuko has bundled up warm for the evening. With more trips out to the Magna Cucurbita with the schools on the horizon, it wouldn’t do to come down sick. She toys with the pendant around her neck idly as she scans the festival grounds, a hound puppy and a huge black Nefoundland dog at her heels. She’s not much of a ride-person, but does she want to grab some festival treats? Play a game?
This whole situation has her feeling unsure. Waiting for all of the shoes to drop. All of them. At least the residents are immune to the emotion-bleed. Fellow Starfallen, however… well, maybe some kind soul could distract her.]
2. Fireside
[She needs a moment away from the crowd; the bonfires will have to do. A big barn owl is perched nearby, ignoring Jun’s woofles, while the bigger dog flops away from the fire... losing its shape in the darkness? Nah. It’s probably a trick of the light.
Time to sit back. Take in the stars, the gorgeous fall foliage by night... the other festival goers. Re-center: a pool of calm broken by the occasional spike of intrusive thought. But there’s always room for one more on the log.]
((Open to emotion- and memshare with either prompt. Vine hijinks or other wildcards are welcome!))