Tl;dr: Screw accurate calendars, let's celebrate anyway

[faithfulwisdom]

Who: Finrod Felagund
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Bishop
When: backdated a few days, let's say the 26th.

[Congratulations, Drift Fleet. You are being treated to a little tune of Finrod's own composition. Because some days, you just feel like announcing things in verse, apparently.]

When the night is at its longest, we gather ‘round the fire
Drink is shared and tales are told as the flames grow ev’r higher.

The custom comes to naught without a sun to mark the days,
But merry voices hold shadows of many kinds at bay.

Our journey is no garden path; we do not walk with ease.
Any reason for song and drink is one that must be seized.

[Okay, okay. He'll put down the harp and address the camera a bit more serious. Only a bit, though- there's nothing truly serious about any of this.]

In other words, my friends, Turuhalmë, an annual celebration of my people is, I think, here. It’s impossible to truly know, since I have no notion of how my calendar lines up with any other used here. Regardless, I think the occasion worth marking. According to tradition, we should gather around a fire, tell tales, and make merry long into the night.

However, as I am not precisely enthused about the idea of making a return to the planet and our ships are not equipped with hearths, I will settle for the making merry and telling of tales. You are all welcome to join me; I am on the Bishop for the moment, though if the group should grow large, we may have to relocate.

[ooc: With apologies to Tolkien and poets everywhere. It's been a long time since I've done anything that's not freeverse]

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[invigorates]

[ being new the bishop, the first thing she sets out to do is to find her crewmates and acquaint herself with them. she doesn't get very far though, before she hears the music and song echoing through the ship.

she finds the source eventually, and patiently waits for him to finish speaking to the network so she does not rudely interrupt him. ]

What luck that I would be assigned here, just in time for such a celebration.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Oh, a new crewmate! And... if Finrod were less well-mannered, he would stop and stare. He's seen many new types of beings since arriving on the Fleet, but blue skin and visible veins are a first for him.]

In truth, if you had missed this one, it is quite likely you would have arrived in time for another. Midwinter seems to be a common time for these sort of festivities.

[invigorates]

I suppose you've a point. But, as it stands, I have not yet missed this one - so I would do well to participate.

[ she opens her mouth to ask another question, but stops short when she realizes something. ] Ah, forgive me for being so forward without even introducing myself. [ a bow. ] I am Lioriley, a new arrival to the ship. Well... new to the Bishop at any rate.

[faithfulwisdom]

There is naught to forgive. [He answers her bow with one of his own.] A pleasure, Liorlley. I am Finrod Felagund. Am I to understand that you have transferred from another ship, then?

[invigorates]

[ she shakes her head. ]

Nothing quite so simple, I am afraid. I was here previously, though, a few months ago aboard another ship - and have since been returned and thus assigned to this one. [ how overly complicated. ]

Either way, I am pleased to be aboard the Bishop, it seems I have been blessed with a pleasant crew from what I have seen thus far.

[faithfulwisdom]

How curious. You are not the first to have been returned in such a way. I wonder at the implications. [But then, he's still half convinced that if they pay enough attention, they can find patterns. Call him an optimist.]

But, yes, by and large I would say we are a pleasant lot. Strange, perhaps, but pleasant enough.

[invigorates]

There are far worse things than being 'strange.' [ they could be murderous or something. ] Oh, but I have very much deterred you from your original thoughts, have I not? Were you not meant to be telling tales?

[faithfulwisdom]

There certainly are. [He hadn't meant it as a negative, really. If anything, he rather enjoys their peculiarities.] But you are right! What sort of tale shall I tell? One that speaks of heroic deeds? A love story, perhaps? Or something more humorous?

[invigorates]

[ has she taken a seat yet? if not, she will now, making sure she's comfortable enough while he tells the tale that apparently she is going to pick. that's exciting - to the point where it's obvious on her features as glowing lines begin to pulse. ]

Oh! That is a difficult choice... [give her a moment. or several moments while she mulls over her choices before finally answering. ] I do enjoy a good love story. [ re: romance novels. make it nice and terrible like those, finrod. ]

[faithfulwisdom]

[And you are in luck. BAM]