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expiationlogs2023-02-17 07:53 am
{Mini Event} Day of Devotion
This is an entirely opt-in very casual event that has nothing to do with overarching storyline and is just an additional introductory log, and a means for characters to meet. We hope you've all had a very happy Valentine's Day week however you've chosen to spend it!
SCARVES OF LOVE
The season of affection and love of all kinds falls upon Aldrip in the wake of their festivities for Those Who Were There. As part of the celebration, what's referred to as the 'Day of Devotion,' local merchants carry a variety of wares, but none so coveted as their multicoloured scarves available in a variety of prints, designs, and fabrics. Perhaps consider picking one up and giving it to someone who's important to you. No money? No problem! Whilst Aldrip doesn't exactly work on a layaway system or akin to, you'll find the mercantile business owners are quite open to trades and other means of bartering. Maybe they'll give out a scarf or two in agreement for running some errands...
Lucky recipients of these very fashionable scarves will find themselves suspiciously open to sharing positive, warm and fuzzy, or perhaps downright amorous feelings toward the person who gifted them the scarf to begin with, regardless of whether you've known them for years or even just a couple of weeks. But don't worry—the feelings are temporary! Once the Day of Devotion comes to a natural conclusion, your feelings will return to something like normalcy and you'll still wind up with a new fashion accessory. Of course, if you've always been amorous with that special someone, you likely won't notice any sort of change.
Take the opportunity to embrace the celebration, maybe embrace one another a little bit, too, and begin forming some potentially everlasting bonds with others.
BRING PROTECTION
Not everyone is choosing to celebrate the Day of Devotion in the same way. Due to the heightened popularity of the pretty scarves, some of Aldrip's jewellers have been bitten by the green bug of jealousy. In an attempt to compete with the sales of scarves, jewellers are advertising pendants, brooches, and other assorted charms that are meant to serve as warding and protective trinkets. What are they protecting one from? It's difficult to say and the merchants aren't inclined to give a straight answer. But whether you need protection from love, personal feelings, or perhaps something more physical, they've got you covered!
If you choose to give these amulets to others, recipients of them and their related will be compelled to share their true feelings with those around them in addition to the person who gave them the protective charms. This sounds like it could be a good thing, however, that means it covers the array of positive, negative, and every shade in between, without a filter in place. Consider these accessories a potential test of friendships, familial relationships, and more.
Like the scarves, this need and desire to be truthful with your feelings will be temporary, lasting until the Day of Devotion celebration is over. But at least you'll be protected. From something. Maybe. Probably. Or not!
FLOWERS FOR ALDRIP
By now, you may be well familiar with Aldrip's variety of fields that are filled with vegetables and fruits that grace the dinner tables of the town and local cuisine. During the Day of Devotion and weeks leading up to it, you'll find that they're clearing another field and preparing the soil. What for, you won't find out until the actual day of the celebration. Once it arrives, there's a collection of simple carts filled with flowering plants. Locals and newly-arrived alike are welcome to lend a hand in planting them along the neatly tilled rows.
You may find plants that resemble or are identical to plants from your home world. You may find plants that you've never seen in your life. They come in a variety of colours and are accompanied by a lightly pleasing scent that shouldn't be too overpowering, though may still disturb those with allergies.
All who help out with the planting, watering, and other tending, will be rewarded with a bouquet of flowers that can be passed onto others to show your appreciation and other forms of affection. You may even find yourself making a good and lasting impression on the locals by offering some assistance.
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The jester-like man twirls the flower once with a roll of the wrist before he offers it out again. This time it's even further into the stranger's space. ]
What's that you say? "Thank you so much!" Well, you're most welcome. Here you are, it does have your name on it after all, so you better take it before it withers away into nothing without your tender mercy.
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That's too extreme of a clumsy simile (and wrong, too, because at least one emotion won't take much longer to break through), but it's true that he doesn't react. ]
Please don't put words in my mouth. Rather, it'll die sooner or later. I don't want it, so let it wither now.
[ And take his name off of it, figuratively or otherwise.
Having spoken his rejection, he glances away, obvious enough by the turn of his cheek. Obvious, too, that he's gauging the most direct escape path. If this guy's determined to be a pain in the ass, Nanami's familiar enough with the type (or a close enough type) to want to preempt the headache. ]
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[ "let it wither now" he says, but he never specified where did he? While the other is looking for that expedient escape route Gogol leans over to drop the unwanted flower on his shoulder. Now that it has been "discarded" Gogol is completely content to ignore its existence from now on too.
It's kind of an obvious snubbing that the clown is getting right now. He laughs aloud after he follows the bespectacled man's gaze and figures it out. The double-take Gogol takes is exaggerated. ]
Oh no no, surely you can't make your escape that way?! You see that local there, don't you? They'll be next to stop you. If you reeeally want to avoid everyone you're going to have to think outside the box.
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[ Capable of dividing his attention between a proximate irritation and a farther search, Nanami's wearily aware of the man leaning, his hand raching, the flower deposited and sitting rather neatly. Depsite his build and appearance, his reflexes are good, he likely could have side-stepped or made a formidable attempt to incercept.
He doesn't bother.
Further, even though it would probably fall off as soon as he moved and be swiftly tramped and forgotten, and so no longer his problem, Nanami sighs and — without looking away from his obvious search for an out — reaches with his opposing hand, lifting the flower, only to tuck it into a pocket of his jacket, bloom sticking neatly out.
Because he didn't want the damn thing, he doesn't say thanks. ]
Inside the box is fine, since I'm obviously trying to get away from you.
[ Yeah, he just came right out and said it. ]
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[ With a smile he starts to make a shooing motion with one of his hands. ]
Well? Go, go, shoo! Get out away from me then?! I certainly won't stop you.
[ Then an even more aggressive shooing motion with both of his hands. Which is at least half true since he won't stop him. But Gogol plans on using his spatial displacement ability to angle for the right time to shove a box underfoot in an attempt to trip Nanami up if he leaves. ]
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It's still annoying. Annoying, and so emphatic, so insistent, that its's almost suspicious. Why almost? See above: the aforementioned I'm obviously trying to get away from you.
He looks at him for a beat, expression emptied then tightening, before the shooing is too much. ]
Then, I'll go first.
[ Which he turns to do — and Nanami might have been able to spot the floral slight of hand, might have allowed (i.e., been able to prevent) actually receiving that flower, might now have a bad feeling, but —
He sure does trip on a box.
That definitely wasn't there when he began turning(???).
He doesn't face plant, but staggers, sort of stilted half-tipping-steps-half-tilting-hops until he regains his balance. ]