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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2015-04-14 11:30 pm

[EVENT|4TH WALL] THE NEWCOMERS’ ARRIVAL | APRIL 15-22

Characters: ALL and plus ones.
Date: April 15-22 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: Farmlands outside the city walls, but this log can also be used for locations within the city.
Situation: Spring planting - fourth wall event, week one!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.

The days for the festival dawn sunny if a bit chilly, but the air is clear and the soggy ground has dried enough that there isn’t too much mud in the lanes between fields and homesteads. The broad dirt path to the Woodsmen’s land leads past the tram-line construction, lined with waving ribbons on sticks along the sides. The Woodsmen’s territory circles the city, separated from the city’s walls by five hundred yards of neutral land.

The festival’s central area is Liangken’s Clearing, and this is where the festival will begin and end each day. Liangken is an ancient tree, among the oldest on the turtle’s back. Though it doesn’t flower or bear much in the way of leaves anymore, the kedan have cultivated it carefully and now it’s an excellent representation for the revitalisation of old wisdom.



The lanes between the fields and homesteads will house the stalls, contests and walking areas. The Woodsmen will be keeping an eye on these to prevent anyone from walking off the marked paths. The homesteads provide ‘hotspots’ in among the lanes and fields, with Woodsmen families lending their yards to the comfort and entertainment of their guests.

In general, the Woodsmen are a taciturn, soft-spoken lot who nevertheless take great pride in their work. Their lands are all but sacred -- they accept no attitude, no trespassing, no attempts to thwart their authority. This causes some noticeable tension with the Snakes, who are accustomed to being the sole enforcers within the city; but though there may be some ill tempers and raised voices, at no point will anyone come to blows. It’s hard to argue with someone built like a brick wall and carrying sharp farm implements.

The Woodsmen are a touch anxious about having strangers on their land and this shows in them being overly officious or bossy, but at the same time their pride shows clearly and they are eager to show off the state of their lands, their greenhouses, and their farming processes -- practically without being asked. The residents of Keeliai tend to think of the Woodsmen as ‘cowards’, and the Woodsmen are taking this opportunity to prove themselves otherwise with feats of strength and tall tales.

Due to the farmers’ hours of “early to bed and early to rise”, the festival ends in the early evening at sundown, but begins again before dawn -- usually by greeting the sun with a song.




LINKS
Heojin, Ran and Lin | Liangken’s Clearing | Stalls and Lanes | OOC Information post | 4th Wall Character Check In


OOC
While Heojin and his bodyguards are open to everyone (including fourth-wall characters!), they are not available for small talk and general directionless CR. For the integrity of the mod’s inbox, please only request a thread with him if you already have an idea of what you’d like your character to ask/do. Other NPCs can be requested by sending a PM to the appropriate journals directly, with the same guidelines.

The top-level comments are for the festival, but fourth-wall characters should feel free to use the rest of the post for anything within the city of Keeliai itself! Just remember to label the top-level comment for location and date.
arewefriends: (science)

[personal profile] arewefriends 2015-04-16 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Tannis said, with a bite. Tannis was the leading researcher on Pandora, at the Dahl corporation, in her entire university. She could count her peers on one hand, and hopefully since she hadn't seen any of them for years most of them were dead.

"Did you say a giant turtle?" she asked, amused disbelief in her voice. "And they say I'm crazy. But- another dimension?" It was a little mundane if that's what this was. It was probably fortunate that this wasn't say, the realm of The Destroyer or The Warrior, but a little variety would have been nice. Being on the back of a giant turtle would have to do.
gistful: (it never is)

[personal profile] gistful 2015-04-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, excellent. The turtle and the dimensional change were usually the biggest source of disbelief, but it seemed only the former would be an issue here. That would make things significantly easier.

"I did," Anton agreed. "The world Tu Vishan inhabits has a particularly thin threshold between it and other dimensions. Foreigners from various worlds have been arriving here spontaneously for quite some time, though it seems the time differential between this world and the rest is something of a self-contained bubble. Time in your world will not have passed by the time you return. May I come in?"

He didn't move, though, and wouldn't unless she gave her permission.
arewefriends: (intense)

[personal profile] arewefriends 2015-04-20 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"No! No, but- but I'll come out. Greg is making this place intolerable anyway."

There was a great deal of shuffling, and some heavy equipment being moved, then Tannis slowly opened the door. She checked left and right, seeing that no one else was around, then slowly tip-toed out. There were still too many people around, but she could tolerate it. For now. She was still clutching her pistol tightly in both hands.

"A temporal anomaly? That's interesting. What proof do you have of that?"
gistful: (no longer)

[personal profile] gistful 2015-04-26 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very well." The time it took indicated the woman had indeed braced the shed well--possibly even impressively so, given that it was a shed. Not the worst of covers, but it took experience in certain situations to know how to take advantage of that.

Some of the kedan muttered behind Anton when she emerged, and there were some glares going around, but none of them tried to move any closer. They all seemed fairly convinced she was a crazy Foreigner. It was a wonder, said the belligerent mutters, that this didn't happen more often. Let Shudder handle it.

Anton didn't move forward himself either, but he did bow and then straighten before answering, showing her his empty hands. He had no weapons on him at all; his outfit was a suit and tie, like a funeral director.

"I have no overt proof," Anton admitted, "save the experiences of others; several have left and later returned, and they have said they had no memory of this place until they came back. One of them is a man very well known to me, and I have no reason to doubt his word." Or his intellect. Skulduggery was no scientist, but being a skeleton had lifted the limits on his memory.