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tushanshu_logs2015-01-21 12:35 pm
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[EVENT] THE SHANGPAR RACE
Characters: ALL!
Date: January 20th to January 24th
Location: Various.
Situation: It’s time for the Shangpar Race!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The day is here, the day is here, the day is here! Though not every shop is closed and not every kedan is on the streets, it’s a near thing. The race is slated to begin early in the morning, and the city rises for the occasion. Shops open late and workplaces allow for a late start to the day to give everyone an opportunity to watch the starting festivities.
It begins with something almost like a parade. The riders -- there are fifty-five of them, thanks to negotiations during the forum -- are escorted from the shangpari holding pens to the starting line just outside the city, using the most circuitous route available in order to take the riders through every sector.
The starting-line is located just outside a set of the city’s gates, while the finishing-line is at the set on the opposite end. It leads off away from the city, traversing through several of the shell’s terrains, from burgeoning woodland, across a ‘river’, to an area of wasteland leading into mountains, and then down to the shores of the shell’s edge.
While the usual daily processes continue during the race, there are runners at supply checkpoints who, thanks to the efforts of Stark Industries and a handful of Foreigners, are able to report the race statistics via audio directly to the consoles. Groups of children hired as criers run from place to place without access to consoles to carry those reports to the rest of the city. In this time the kedan already begin preparations for the feast which follows it, regardless of who the actual winner might be.
The winners begin trickling in on day four to a crowd already prepared. Thanks to the runners, the residents of Keeliai already know who’s in the lead and when, roughly, they will arrive.
LINKS
Parade | Betting booths | Starting line | Finish line | Feast
OOC
In the related forum thread the family leaders were open to the idea of Foreigners participating in the race as long as they possessed no abilities that would provide an unfair advantage and were able to front the cost of 500 juulan. If your character has no such abilities and would have wanted to participate, and you feel you have reasoning for their being able to finance their entry, please PM the mod journal so we can work out the details.
No Foreigner who enters will be able to OOCly apply to win the race -- this event is about the cultural experience, not the winning or losing! More details regarding the race are available on the itinerary here.
Please also do remember that IC actions will have IC consequences. This is a huge, huge cultural event for the kedan; disrupting it in any way will cause a negative reaction. That's not to say don't do it -- but do be prepared for the consequences.
Date: January 20th to January 24th
Location: Various.
Situation: It’s time for the Shangpar Race!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The day is here, the day is here, the day is here! Though not every shop is closed and not every kedan is on the streets, it’s a near thing. The race is slated to begin early in the morning, and the city rises for the occasion. Shops open late and workplaces allow for a late start to the day to give everyone an opportunity to watch the starting festivities.
It begins with something almost like a parade. The riders -- there are fifty-five of them, thanks to negotiations during the forum -- are escorted from the shangpari holding pens to the starting line just outside the city, using the most circuitous route available in order to take the riders through every sector.
The starting-line is located just outside a set of the city’s gates, while the finishing-line is at the set on the opposite end. It leads off away from the city, traversing through several of the shell’s terrains, from burgeoning woodland, across a ‘river’, to an area of wasteland leading into mountains, and then down to the shores of the shell’s edge.
While the usual daily processes continue during the race, there are runners at supply checkpoints who, thanks to the efforts of Stark Industries and a handful of Foreigners, are able to report the race statistics via audio directly to the consoles. Groups of children hired as criers run from place to place without access to consoles to carry those reports to the rest of the city. In this time the kedan already begin preparations for the feast which follows it, regardless of who the actual winner might be.
The winners begin trickling in on day four to a crowd already prepared. Thanks to the runners, the residents of Keeliai already know who’s in the lead and when, roughly, they will arrive.
LINKS
Parade | Betting booths | Starting line | Finish line | Feast
OOC
In the related forum thread the family leaders were open to the idea of Foreigners participating in the race as long as they possessed no abilities that would provide an unfair advantage and were able to front the cost of 500 juulan. If your character has no such abilities and would have wanted to participate, and you feel you have reasoning for their being able to finance their entry, please PM the mod journal so we can work out the details.
No Foreigner who enters will be able to OOCly apply to win the race -- this event is about the cultural experience, not the winning or losing! More details regarding the race are available on the itinerary here.
Please also do remember that IC actions will have IC consequences. This is a huge, huge cultural event for the kedan; disrupting it in any way will cause a negative reaction. That's not to say don't do it -- but do be prepared for the consequences.
Re: Anyone Up for some Barbecue?
[wow, young justice Zatanna does not look 14 years old]
Sonja immediately noticed that the girl cooking was another young foreigner girl and that lifted her spirits immensely. "Hi!"
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[Fortunately for Tu Shanshu(?), she's actually 17 now. Because yay in-game time]
Hey there.
Hungry? We've got plenty.
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[She pointed to one of the kebob's Zatanna was tending]
The races were... interesting, I suppose. I admit, its a bit unconventional to me to eat an animal you've used as a mount. Generally our eating animals are kept separate from our companion animals. Perhaps the Kedan aren't given to sentimentality?
[She gestured at the meat at the back]
Is any of that a former race contestant?
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[There was no hesitation as she leaned back, nibbling on her vegetables. And only vegetables; not a single piece of meat to be seen.]
I can't interfere with local traditions anymore than they can force me to participate in them.
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[Its kind of cute, in a childish kind of way. Sonja doesn't see the point in devoting that kind of energy to idealistic grandstanding, but she can admire the passion.]
[She nabs a kebob and starts to nibble herself.]
This is really good. My name is Sonja, I'm a bit new to the 'shell.'
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Zatanna.
I'm what you might call...actually, I'm not even sure. 'Turtle veteran' sounds pretty harsh, battle against evil or no.
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[Sonja found a bench and plopped herself down. She pulled out her phone and swiped a few notes in. She utilized the phone quite a bit, and used a shorthand that might be difficult to recognize as typing to the unobservant or unfamiliar.]
I'm actually pretty interested in hearing more about the fight that we were originally supposed to be summoned for but I seemed to have missed. Makes a tactician feel a bit superfluous. It was supposed to have happened in dreams?
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[Either that, or somehow texting a friend simultaneously.]
Basically, yeah. We all had to enter the Dream Realm--which, since I know you're going to ask, involved slightly more than just falling asleep--in order to fight. Which, of course, meant we all had to deal with our own subconscious. Always fun when that happens.
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[She was still splitting her attention between Zatanna and the screen. Sometimes Sonja just didn't realize she was being rude; she could be delightfully dense in social situations sometimes.]
[She took another bite of the kebab. Yum.]
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Uh...actually...yeah, it kind of is.
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[She tried not to look too disappointed. Obviously Zatanna was a harder character to unlock the backstory for, and she'd need to build a better rapport first.]
[Probably wise not to do anymore probing questions for a bit.]
Do you know either of the foreigner racers? Zuko, or the other? I didn't catch the others' name.
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I'm actually not sure. Who're the people actually racing again?
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[Sonja recalled seeing a fourth person hanging out with Zuko, Katarra and Sokka. Maybe that was him? Or maybe it was Aang, this 'avatar' person that she hadn't met yet.]
Pointy goatee with a mop of unkempt black hair? Average height, kind of silly looking?
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...no, still sounds like Wan to me.
Unless there's another silly looking, average-height guy roaming around with that look.
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No, that's- um. Yeah, sorry, I probably just got mixed up.
[Subject change, subject change, subject change.]
So like, I heard at the city meeting thing that it costs some money to join the races. How do you go about getting money around here?
[Sonja had no regrets about how she was raised and what she was good at, but it did leave something to be desired about marketability in a wage-based economy. How difficult would it be to orchestrate a war to illustrate her utility as a tactician?]
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Same way you go about getting money anywhere else. You work for it.
...admittedly, I got lucky. I knew someone from way back before the big bad battle. We met up again, and after a few talks she agreed to let me back on a part-time basis.
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[How much she elaborated on would depend upon the reaction she got.]
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What do you sell at a magic shop? Luck talismans, love potions? That kind of thing? Do they work?
[If I asked you if it was a con would you be offended?]
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We sell all kinds of things.
Mostly medicinal herbs and other ingredients for simple purification rituals. Some journals. Reference books. Love potions are a no-go. Way too unethical, and causes more problems than its worth. Talisman's, yes, but none of them are enchanted until they're bought with a specific spell in mind. And even then, we stick to minimal, specific things. Like this...
[She placed a hand to her neck, where Sonja might be able to get a glimpse of a small, blue choker with a single, silver snowflake hanging from the center.]
It protects me from the cold. I made it myself.
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[Presumably evil wizards are a thing here]
[...especially since technically they were a thing back home, but we don't like to think of that]
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...but mostly, it's so I can touch my boyfriend without him giving me frostbite. He's a Winter Spirit.
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[She noms a vegetable, polishing off the stick.]
So do you need to be able to do magic to work in a magic shop?
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No joke, I had to audition to get the job. And to get re-hired.
[As if she had somehow lost her powers over the span of a year.]
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[This may have appeared to be a drastic, nonseqitor change of subject, but there was a process, I assure you]
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