[DROP] tapestry of rhyme

Are you sure about that?

With one last glance at his Mummy, Edmund follows Paige over to the other kids. He's a bit nervous but Paige is just the coolest so her friends likely are too. How could he not go to meet them? "Hi! I'm Edmund. It's nice to meet you. What are your names?" There that was a proper introduction. Just like Mummy taught him.

The little Abandoned was eager to see what would happen today. He wasn't sure what was going on if he was being honest. But Paige was excited, so he was too. The little Abandoned hadn't been sure what to bring but he did have a bucket of snow with him. Reaching into his pockets he pulls out the rest of his items. A loaf of bread and his favorite storybook that always makes him laugh.

Edmund brings a bucket of snow, a loaf of bread, and a storybook.

EDMUND

my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?

The letter has to be a prank, right? Given the fact only a few people know where they live, Sunjata’s sure it’s got to be some sort of joke. Still, they pack up on the off chance it isn’t, slip out from their home to head out into the edges of King’s End just to get a lay of the land and see if anything interesting pops up. Sunjata’s got a bucket of snow, because the letter said to bring some, even if he thinks it’s a bit ridiculous given everything. Guess it wasn’t a joke. Sunjata murmurs to Nate, gaze flickering to his husband with a raise of his brow as they stumble across the edges of the gathering with many familiar faces.

Aside from the bucket of snow, Sunjata’s brought a mixture of apples that Nate had helped him with – a baked apple, scooped out and filled with cinnamon and sugar tucked neatly into the pack along his back. And as for the third thing? Well, that’s the hardest part for the Flood, feeling as if he hasn’t had a reason to laugh in what feels like ages. Alongside the apples, he brings a deck of cards – because if nothing else, the typical deck had two jokers, right?

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Sunjata arrives with snow in a bucket, cinnamon sugar apples, and a deck of cards!

we die alone, we'll all die young

what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?

SUNJATA

engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see

I guess it wasn’t. Nate agrees, his jaw working as he looks over the assembled crowd, his teeth clenching so hard his sensors protest at some of the faces he picks out. Without thinking too much about it, Nate draws closer to Azrael and Nikolai, his shoulders up.

The pack on his shoulders clinks when he squares himself; jars, one filled with snow and one with popcorn kernels, rattling against a light pan. Nate tries to steady himself, dragging Sunjata along with him while he steps close behind Nikolai, setting a heavy hand on his shoulder.

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Nate brings a jar of water, popcorn kernels (and the necessary shit for popping it), and a coin for coin tricks

how the most dangerous thing is to love

how you will heal and you'll rise above

NATE

WESSEX

Go
deep throat
a cactus

The last cryptic letter they’d received had ended up being to their benefit, so even though Wessex roles her eyes, she sets about gathering the items on the list. They aren’t difficult to find; there’s snow all around the the Grounds, so right before the Wraith teleports in, she sets herself to compiling a great mountain of memory snow. All she need do is touch it and bring it with her.

Tucked into her pocket is some bread and jam, for that most basic, yet delicious of breakfast (nay, every meal item), toast, and an incredibly irreverent flip book, gifted to her by a young up and coming Ascended artist. Loki hauls herself up around the General’s shoulders and away they go, arriving somewhere in Kings End, quietly, and at precisely noon.

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Wessex brings a mountain of memory snow with her, bread and jam for toast, and a comic flip book about what it would be like if Safrin and Ludo were fucking.

random event So here you are now, all you 17, (or 18 I suppose if we count the baby-bean). We've got ascended, abandoned, and demigods alike Will this gathering remain cheerful, or end in a fight? I sort of hope it's the latter but we'll see how it goes, now first thing is first, let's deal with the snow: In groups or alone you must build the best thing Be it a shape, or a word, or a dog on a string. How much time you have you will not be told, So be cautious, or swift, or hasty or bold. Oh and just one tiny rule to make this more fun, every word must rhyme if it rolls off your tongue. In groups or alone, "build the best thing" using the snow you've brought with you. All dialogue must rhyme (open to interpretation, probably). You have 48 hours. Please include a summary.

Azrael

They’re drawn to Nate immediately as soon as their eyes land on him. And with it, they begin to move over to stand somewhere nearby, offering a relatively shy wave to Nikolai and Nate before their gaze lands on the rest of those gathered – feeling the tension that seems to be adrift in the air and not quite understanding what all it means.

Building, however, they can do. It’s like they were made for it. The snow that they’ve brought isn’t a lot to build with, but they can make their own makeshift little town – a miniature version, of course, complete with little dips in the snow for rivers and the like. Like a sandcastle, only made of you guessed it - snow. “Oh this is fun! Just a few more things and I’ll be done...” They murmur to themselves, a small giggle slipping from them as they rhyme.

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Azrael begins to make a tiny little miniature town with their snow (like a sand castle sort of but with snow!)

lay you down, there's nothing to be scared of
all your fears are in the breeze

my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?

This isn’t at all how Sunjata had expected the day to go so far. If only because he’d assumed it was a joke and now that he was here, it’s definitely a group, definitely an event of sorts, and gods does it put him on edge. Just like everything did nowadays. He checks his pocket for the illusion stone, just to make sure it’s there and to offer some comfort for him, and when it does his gaze flickers back to Nate once he’s dragged over to stand with Nikolai and someone they don’t recognize but that Nate seems to know.

Which is good enough for him, all things considered.

He looks at his bucket and tries to decide what would be best to make, making sure the gloves are on his hands nice and tight so that he doesn’t end up with soggy gloves by the end of it, his steel gaze dancing to Nate with the spark of a small smile tugging on his scarred lip. “Here goes nothing, let’s hope it becomes something.” The rhyme is easy and gentle, somewhat playful in the way Sunjata gets to work – beginning to scoop the snow out and mold it into something.

He doesn’t have a lot of snow, but the amount he has certainly lends itself to being enough for a snow statue of a bird – not just any bird, one of his shifts.

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Sunjata rhymes and uses his snow to make a snow statue of his macaw shift!

we die alone, we'll all die young

what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?

SUNJATA

cover you when the sky comes crashing in

Another task, another snort following through. He glanced over at their wares, at their sleigh full of snow, pondering just what would be best to build and orchestrate, all while adhering to the parameters. “I am certain everyone knows,” he began, shaking his head, wincing at the impending depths of a pathetic rhyme. “This is a time for a luxere with a red nose.”

And so, with a foolish laugh and half a smile, the Sword snagged using his water and air machinations, pooling and pulling the snow from the sled with ease, and intended to start outlining the aforementioned beast. Perhaps either Cordelia or Noah could snag at some branches for antlers? Find a way to make them glow? Or even manage to make a ruby red muzzle.

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Deimos rhymes and uses the sled full of snow to start building a luxere (with his air and water magic).

DEIMOS

you must burn brighter than ever

Melita hadn’t brought much snow with her, but perhaps that was just as well. She could still make something out of it. Crouching down towards the ground, she began sifting through, placing more of the adornments upon the elements, pondering what she and Fangorn could muster. “What do you think?” She whispered to the gourd, as her hands began to glide over proportions, as his vines followed in pursuit. “Could we make a mini Ludo in a blink?” Giggling at the ridiculous rhyme, they began with the raggedy portions of cloaks and hidden portions, before maneuvering up over snowy hoods and frozen masks.

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Melita rhymes, and with Fangorn, makes a miniature Ludo out of the snow!

Melita

WESSEX

Go
deep throat
a cactus

What’s the best thing?

Well, Wessex can think of any number of things, particularly when her gaze lands on Azrael and the rest of her family members. But there’s one who’s better, and it doesn’t take her long before she settles on a more lifesize model of Loki. The best thing to happen to her.

“Alright, Loki, you stay right there -” she indicates a clear spot, where she can easily see the companion. “I know it’s a bit cold, but we don’t have a chair.” So she’d have to be quick. Wessex digs into the memory snow and starts to reform it, building a torso, the neck, and then the tail of her beloved. After that come the wings, as Loki has posed with her wings unfurled, in an active position - and the Wraith is doing her best to do the fierce, elegant creature justice, but she simply is not an artist.

“Well this is just bad, it's really not fair.” She murmurs to herself. “I promise, I'm taking great care. But you look much better than this, I swear.”

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Wessex tries to make a Loki out of her snow, but doesn't do it very well.

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NOAH

There were so many gathered here, Noah wondered exactly how many received the notice. Part of him was relieved that it did not just come to the three of them. The other part of him was quite aware of who was gathered. Strangers and friends, allies and assaulters. Even as their task began, Noah never let his awareness falter. Deimos turned and began to pull snow down, his idea of a red-nosed luxere filling the space in Noah's mind enough that he could help. He gestured to Cordelia and her deer leg, knowing there would still be some blood within it enough to paint the snow-creature's nose red. Noah then turned, hurrying over to a small patch of bushes. From the base of the bush he grabbed two stones. He then cracked a few dead branches off, and trotted back to his compatriots. Once Deimos had finished with the statue's head, Noah stuck the branches in where antlers would respectively be. Thanks to the winter, the branches were bare and withered, and looked sublime atop the luxere's crown. He finished off his part with the stones, placing them in the spaces where Deimos had carved eyes. "Of all there is to see," He started, intentional to make sure his rhyme was correct, "splendid this shall surely be."

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Noah helps Deimos make a snow-luxere statue, and rhymes.

I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm

Don't worry I'll keep you warm

Everest

Of course Ever hates this. He hates the lack of clarity, hates the strange instructions that he is given, and hates the crowd. Everyone is moving and speaking in rhymes that to his ear lends an ominous sing-song overtone to this entire weird encounter that makes his skin crawl. Waving awkwardly at Paige before trying to figure out what the BeSt ThInG IS okay taskmaster, Ever turns an unhappy stare toward his counterpart. "I hate this." He mumbles, and then, because he will always follow rules even if they're stupid, adds: "uhh. hiss." so that it rhymes.

"I think music is pretty nice?" Biting the inside of his cheek he adds, 'Something something, sugar and spice." Not wanting to force out any more rhymes, Ever sets to work modelling his guitar out of snow.

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Ever reluctantly rhymes and makes a guitar out of snow.

Gideon

Try and fill us with your hate

and we will shine a light

Staying away from the crowd - there were a lot of Ascended here - Gideon got to work with his own sculpture. He had not brought much snow and would not count creativity among his talents, but he took to it with gusto anyway, building up a cone sort of shape from the ground with two lumps sticking out either side. Then, with one of the hats from his collection, one intended for the Festival of Lights in the style of ludo, black and ragged and long, topped it.

It was a tiny, snowman version of the God he followed, the best thing ever in his eyes. Gideon sat back, studied it and sighed. "This looks a bit shit." He mumbled to himself, then remembered to add: "....But I guess I'll live with it."

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Gideon makes a little Ludo out of snow and one of his silly hats.

And the days will become endless

never, and never turn to night

Everest hates it as much as Mateo loves it, and his eyes light up no matter how terrible his friend's attempt to rhyme might be. And the Hart boy doesn't do a half bad job when it comes to making his guitar out of snow, so Mateo shifts to join him, leaning down to gather up a few snowballs before starting to form them into little blooms around the instrument. "I think some flowers would improve things a touch."

Once he's done he steps back and dusts off his hands, grinning to Ever. "There, all finished - what do you think? Too much?" Rhyming, evidently, is not something he has a problem doing, and he's also having a very enjoyable time making their floral guitar in the snow.