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[complicatedliar]

Who: Loki and... whoever wants to join in!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Down on the planet, drunken shenanigans
When: December 22

[Video]

[Loki is down on the planet already, at one of the more rustic settlements where there are glacial ridges and tall moraines. He... doesn't look like he's dressed sufficiently for the cold but, you know. Better not to ask sometimes.]

Whether 'tis true or not here, where I come from, it is the Solstice and I shall celebrate it.

Anyone who wishes may join me. Do not forget your sacrifice to honor the old year.

I shall provide fortified wine.

[A brief, very promising grin.]

Those who fall shall be left to sleep where they lie.

[Video ends with a coordinate tag for the location.]


[Action]

[He's paid for a small cabin for the night that's been mostly emptied of furniture, and there's a big bonfire outside for more party purposes. Barrels of wine that have been magically fortified--drink with caution--are there for anyone's use. There's also a bit of the local food, though nothing that exciting; the alcohol is really the main show here.

Near the bonfire, there's a pole set up with paper and tacks, where people can write down wishes and confessions to be taken away by the wind. Loki starts off the party by throwing the horns of one of the game animals into the fire as a sacrifice.

There's music, traditional stuff of Asgard, provided by Loki via magic. Dancing is definitely a thing that happens if Loki is around. He never gets tired of that and never seems to get all that drunk.

As the night progresses, depending on how readily the alcohol flows, there might be a "raid" into the town, which mostly means singing extremely dirty songs while running through the streets, with a potential for some serious nudity. If things get even sillier than that (vandalism is always fun), trust that Loki will be egging you on.

At dawn, those still standing will be dragged up to the top of one of the ridges, where a large wheel (~20ft diameter) made of combustible local materials has been set up. To welcome the sun back, the wheel gets set on fire and rolled down the ridge until it explodes in a shower of sparks and debris.]

Comments

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[theshabbiestofmen]

early evening;

[It might be the height of foolishness, to get drunk with his shipmate and teacher-- but Remus is tired and sore from his recent transformation, and he doesn't know when he'll get a chance to have alcohol again-- and honestly, why not? He won't get drunk, but there's no harm in having a drink and celebrating the solstice.

So he arrives early in the evening, bundled up from head to toe, sipping a bit tentatively at the wine. Later on he'll go write a wish, arbitrary and silly, and grin as it's taken away by the wind.]

closer to morning;

[That wine was far more potent than he thought-- he's far closer to the drunk than he wanted to be, but fortunately Remus is a quiet drunk. He sits in the snow, coat open, watching the others with a smirk. He's quite warm, thanks to the enchanted fire he's made for himself-- it's contained neatly in a jar, flickering in all kinds of colors.

And if you come near-- if you even look a little interested-- he'll do magic for you, sparks and levitation and all kinds of tricks. Admire him, okay.]

[touchofrogue]

[Starting to get sleepy now, Rogue approaches one of the revelers. He's lying down on the cold snow with his coat open, but he does seem to have a pretty sort of something gleaming and glowing out and about.]

Ya doin' alright over here?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Perfectly.

[He sits up on his elbows. It's cold here, of course, but the alcohol and his own magic combining mean he's all right. Mostly. Probably best not to stay out too long, though.

He grins up at her.]

A bit tipsy, but I think that's rather in the spirit of the evening. And yourself?

[touchofrogue]

[It certainly was in the spirit of the evening, but Rogue was almost depressingly 'lightly buzzed'. She had control issues.]

Doin' alright. [Eyes narrowing a little.] What's with the fire in a jar?

early in the evening (to start at least)

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's gratified to see his student at the celebration. Obviously, he doesn't believe in that syncretic Christmas nonsense the humans like to do, but solstice? That's an actual important feast day as far as he's concerned.]

Do you celebrate the solstice properly where you are from?

[Let him make sure you've got a full glass there, kiddo.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not-- ah-- not the way you do. Not like this.

[He turns towards him, a whole-body movement, grinning at him from over his cup.]

But we had classes on it-- Astronomy, it was a whole lesson on, on the magical properties of tonight-- and of course there's Christmas soon, but nothing like this. Not a celebration.

[complicatedliar]

Oh, it is a very magical night indeed. [Is he serious? There's no way of knowing.] With proper mead, even more so, of course. But I hope you've made to honor the old year properly, yes?

And then we dance to call the new year to us. For if we do not, how can we know the sun will rise again?

[theshabbiestofmen]

You can dance, sir. The sun will rise no matter what, believe me, and I doubt my jerky movements will entice her any faster.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki shakes his head.] Come now, student, it isn't about how pretty it is. Everything's powered by raw will, not fluff.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, but this power has nothing to do with me. So. Yeah.

[Good job, drunky Remus, you made a decent point. He rewards himself with another sip, because why not.]

[complicatedliar]

[Have a light poke on the nose.] Oh, are you so unearthly as that? Do you find your light from some source other than your sun?

Really Remus, does your gangly clumsiness warrant sentencing an entire world to darkness unending? Surely you have more valor than that in your littlest fingernail.