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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.
oldmanstriker: (chewedout)

[personal profile] oldmanstriker 2015-04-19 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." He mumbles, automatically. "The breach is closed, both of 'em survived." Where you didn't. They came back.

You didn't.

It's completely unsaid, yet it hangs in the air. Heavy.

"The world's saved. Thanks to you."
youtaketheshot: (head down)

[personal profile] youtaketheshot 2015-04-19 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Chuck takes a moment to think on that, then nods his head and gets to his feet.

"Good."

Good that they won, good that it's over, good that Raaaahleigh and his little girlfriend didn't screw things up. His sacrifice was worthwhile.

"Always knew I'd go down in history a hero," he says, more than a little smug. Proud as he is, just about everything in his attitude in that moment is forced. He'll play it cool, as he always does. Play it cool while he tries to make heads or tails of what's happening.
oldmanstriker: (notnow)

[personal profile] oldmanstriker 2015-04-19 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Herc knows. Of course he does. He's spent the best part of five years in his kid's head. He knows more than anyone when Chuck is faking bravado.

The worst part is... it stings, this time. Because of what he's trying to cover up. Herc closes his eyes for a second, trying to fight down everything... but the next thing he knows, he's striding forward to seize his son in a tight, one-armed hug.
youtaketheshot: (suicide mission)

[personal profile] youtaketheshot 2015-04-19 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
In that moment he's a child again, clinging to his parent like they'll disappear if he lets go. In this case, it's an honest fear. Chuck is well aware that his father and him shouldn't be in the same place and that all of this is impossible, but it's happening, and for it to end before he's ready for it to... well, that's just damn terrifying.

His eyes burn, tears he can't stop spilling from them before he even registers they're there. "God dammit, old man." A curse it may be, but it's an affectionate one.
oldmanstriker: (myson)

[personal profile] oldmanstriker 2015-04-19 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Herc doesn't care that his broken arm is between him and the solid surface of Chuck's drivesuit. He's ignoring the pain, eyes screwed up futilely against his own tears. He brings his hand up, threading it into Chuck's hair, gripping it, not painfully, as though to remind him that it's there.

He lets out a choked sob-laugh at the curse. "That's Marshall old man to you." He growls back. He's not letting go. He doesn't want to let go. This is real, because he can feel it. Not just physically, but it echoes across the connection, the one he felt severed.

"Oh, fuck..." He mutters, pressing his head against Chuck's. "This is real, isn't it?"