[ Preparations are in full swing right after breakfast - although still seemingly unstaffed, the kitchen is a flurry of activity and careless guests may find themselves bumped into if they venture too far into the actual cooking area.
It's safer outside, where guests are encouraged to help dress the maypole with fresh cut, leafy birch twigs and a variety of colourful, seasonal flowers - ox-eye daisies, woodland geraniums, cow parsley, buttercups and lupines. There's also a table and benches to carry out into the community center garden, lanterns to hang in the fruit trees and bottles and bottles of elderflower lemonade, beer and brännvin - midsommar isn't midsommar without snaps.
A little later in the afternoon, with the tables laden heavy with pickled herring, fresh potatoes, sour cream and chives, and Västerbotten cheese pie (and a few other less traditional but perhaps more palatable dishes), guests and residents alike sit down for the midsummer celebration. If anyone wants to partake in local customs such as the little frog dance, Ingvar is more than happy to provide the music. Of course, he's just as happy to teach a few drinking songs for those who want to partake in snaps. ]
Evening
[ As the sun begins to... well, not exactly set, but take a dip towards the horizon, the long table will be cleared for dessert - coffee or tea, strawberries and cream, with the option of an aperitif of your choice. The music will continue with traditional songs, that the residents are more than happy to try and teach the guests - or just sing poorly, as is tradition.
For those who are looking for something a bit more quiet and peaceful, Valborg is spending the evening talking about the magic properties of midsummers eve, the most magical of nights. It says that if you pick seven different types of flowers in complete silence and then sleep with them under your pillow, you'll dream of your future betrothed... ]
Night
[ Those who stay out late will quickly notice that the sun doesn't exactly set tonight. You don't need much light to guide your way back to the cabins. However, as you make your way through a wooded area, you might get the sensation that you're being... watched. Like there's someone following you in the shadows. Surely that's just your eyes playing tricks on you... right? ]
[ Hanako didn't plan to stick around the whole day, used as she is to coop up in her room or the library when she doesn't want any outside contact, but she feels quite... different nowadays. It's not like her short stay in Norrhamn is going to flip her entire view upside down so soon, but at the moment she's not at all feeling that sickness-inducing anxiety from being surrounded by other people, residents and guests alike. It's not nice, but it's not awfully horrible either. She can live with it. ]
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[ She will contribute a little bit to the maypole dressing, working alone in her own corner. Anyone can approach and help out, just be careful that you won't startle her or get too friendly. It wouldn't be a good first impression if you never spoke before. ]
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[ At the proper celebration, she'll be sitting somewhere, plucking at her food slowly and just watching passively as people dance around and sing. At one point she does speak, murmuring softly but within reach of some ears: ]
It's like I really am in a-... a different world...
ii; night
[ Getting used to the sun being present at such hour is still hard. Sometimes it gives Hanako a feeling that might be compared to jet lagging, and it's hard to gather her bearings or sleep properly when she'd been used to night falling much earlier.
Maybe she shouldn't walk alone in the woods, but at least she doesn't need a flashlight. The sound of rustling leaves and her own footsteps prevent eerie silence from agitating her further, although another weird emotion assails her as the distance between her and the cabins shorters.
Someone is watching her. There are eyes set behind her head. Who could it be...? Is her latent paranoia playing pranks at such inconvenient time?
When she turns around and sees another person out of the blue, she lets out a high pitched scream, and she would run if her foot didn't get caught by a rock, causing her to fall on her butt. It's after a round of panic that she notices they're one of the guests and not a ghost. ]
[ If Haein were to list off his top five least favorite things of all time, he'd have a lot of trouble. Not because he wouldn't be able to think of anything, but because he'd just have so much to fit into only five slots. But being watched? That had to be upper tier, potentially top three.
He'd been on his way back to the cabins up until the feeling of being watched had crept over him. When he had turned around and not been able to spot anyone, but was still able to feel eyes on him, he'd strayed from the path and gone looking for whatever was keeping tabs on him.
Nothing turned up, and that meant an annoyed Haein reappearing from where he'd been searching. An annoyed Haein who hadn't meant to startle someone else on their way to the cabins, but well. Here they are. He winces and takes a step back when she screams, watching with frown as she trips and takes a tumble.
Now, he could be a civilized person and A) offer to help her up, B) ask if she's okay, or C) apologize for frightening her, but this is Haein and option D) be a huge asshole!!! tends to be the default for him. ]
Then don't walk around alone if you're so easily scared.
[ It's fun when your lungs decide to stop working like the air got knocked out of you through a gut punch. Hanako knows that sensation way too well. It's panic. Her chest hurts, the ground was soft but the fall still caused an ache to spread over the lower half of her body, and she's pretty sure her stockings have been damaged as well. But worst of all is how she knows there's another presence in front of her, and it has a male voice, he's looking at her, and he's just told her something definitely rude that adds painful pressure, causes memories to resurface. He sounds like a bully. That's not good. She wants to cry. Get up and run.
To the outside view, she's sitting still, hand clutching the front of her shirt, eyes wide open and jaw hanging a little. The dim light overshadows her scars, but the darker section of skin still remains for the curious. She stays like that for an eternity that lasts less than a minute, before she finds the strength to open her mouth and snap at the stranger, sparks of anger replacing loss and fear. ]
I wasn't s-s-scared until you sh-showed up!
[ Her voice comes high pitched, riddled with stutter, but even as she can't move her legs at the moment she won't lay down and take the accusation. She may be broken beyond repair, but she's struggling hard to grow out of the little girl who was called an ugly scarface by middle schoolers and cried until her eyes stung. ]
I-I don't n-n-need to hear your u-unnecessary opinions!
[ Even someone as cruel as Haein has a set of morals, as twisted and self-centered as they may be. His own aversion to being stared at and noticed means that he usually tends to shy away from making looks-based comments or even maintaining prolonged eye contact. Of course, this all tends to get thrown out the nearest window when push comes to shove and Haein really has to destroy a person.
But that time's not now. So when he notices the dark scars on the stranger before him, he doesn't pause or hesitate. There's hardly any acknowledgement at all that he's even seen them, his expression remaining as cold as ever. It doesn't matter that there's a scared, possibly hurt girl on the ground in front of him. Haein's all about treating people exactly the same, like they're there for the sole purpose of inconveniencing him. ]
You're the one putting yourself in situations to hear them.
[ It's snapped back, his tone obviously annoyed. ]
[Lisa feels like she's been eating too much, so she's going a bit lighter; at the moment, she's just holding lemonade and sipping slowly. She'd helped with the maypole earlier, but she's content to just sit back and watch for now.
...Until she hears the near-whisper next to her. For a moment, she doesn't hear the tone, she just hears the mode of speech and wonders if Rinko has somehow ended up here. But no, once she looks to the source, she finds a girl built a bit differently than her keyboardist. Of course, now that she's looked, it'd be weird not to say something, right?]
It feels like it, doesn't it? It's kind of quiet, but maybe that's not a bad thing. [A beat.] Well, it was until I opened my big mouth. Sorry!
early morning; [Noel hasn't been a restful sleeper in ages, and here, it's no different. He's back to rising early --a great relief, after so many months of living almost nocturnally-- but after a restless night, he's doing whatever he can to distract himself. To keep himself busy. So, before the festival preparations begin, he's down by the water's edge. Fishing. It seems oddly...innocent, after everything he's been through.
His hearing is no longer as keen as it was when he was a werewolf, but he's still got that tendency to be on high alert, listening for footsteps. If he hears them --if you wanna say hi, in other words-- he's not likely to ignore you. If you want to approach, he might even attempt a smile.]
Want to give it a go?
[He's got a pile of bait, but no fish. Clearly, he's just not very good at this. Someone help this poor fool.]
daytime; [The idea of a festival isn't new to him, but he's used to some evil ominous thing happening either during, or after, the festivities. So he's trying, he's really trying, but he's got this edge about him like something's about to happen. Nonetheless, he'll do his very best to brush that aside and enjoy.
He's got a handful of leaves and twigs, and he's haphazardly stuffing them onto the maypole. I'm just gonna tell you right now that his design sense is lacking, so it's not looking great.]
Is...is this how it's supposed to look?
[The answer is probably no.]
night; [All evening, he's felt a familiar foreboding shadow at his back. It's hard to describe, to people who never experienced it; a feeling as if something is about to happen. Something about to be unleashed. In the other world, he dreaded it -- the pain of transforming, the dread of being something else.
Here? Here, he knows it's all in his head. Those transformations are done. Only the memory remains.
Nonetheless, he finds himself wary and wired at attention, traipsing through a wooded area. Maybe that's part of it, too. On nights like this, he'd wander into the woods, run himself ragged to keep from hurting people. Even without the sunset, the crackle of leaves underfoot, the chill at his back...it takes him back to that time in a way he desperately wishes to shake.
He stops, tries to compose himself. Then another crack, like a twig snapping. It's probably an animal, is what his logical mind rationalizes. But there's a part of him that'll always be on edge, waiting for a monster that'll never come. That part of him is on high alert, now.]
I'll only give you one warning. [His eyes flicker around for something he can use as a weapon.] Who's there?
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[ If she has to be honest, Hanako shares the same sentiment about the execution, as she happened to overhear the stranger before taking a look at what has been placed on the maypole. She tries to make her approach polite and distant. ]
I s-suppose it looks okay... there would be a c-complaint from the residents i-if it weren't the case.
[The fact that he can't hear her coming from a more significant distance is still messing with his head, but her cautious approach is probably for the best, to be honest. He's still feeling very on edge about...uh, everything. A quiet voice and a slight, hesitant stutter indicate to him that he doesn't really need to be.]
You think so?
[He shoves a small sprig of flowers between two ribbons. What he lacks in grace he certainly makes up for in determination, because he's still at it.]
Maybe they're all too nice for that.
[Wow, is that bitterness in his voice? Chill out, Noel, geez.]
[ She watches the proceedings for now, making herself as small as possible for the other presence. It's out of habit and a significant bit of intimidation. ]
I... suppose that's a w-way to look at it, but I don't think they're being t-too nice.
[ whoever thought it was a good idea to have keith decorate anything ... well, they might have regrets after this. he's got a huge bundle of twigs in his arms when he approaches noel, a leaf stuck in his hair from his efforts in an attempt to help out with the festivities.
it looks like they're both a little hopeless today, like the blind leading the blind. he makes a face, seeming to consider his question with a tilt of his head. ]
Thanks. [This is said in a tone that might lead you to believe that Noel doesn't believe what Keith is saying at all. Because he doesn't. But honestly, how is he supposed to do any of this when he doesn't know what it's supposed to look like???
He eyes Keith slowly, and then moves a hand up to mirror the location of the stray leaf that has landed in his hair.]
[ he really shouldn't believe keith, who is a confirmed bad liar. it's an attempt to be friendly, even if it isn't all that helpful. of course, keith also isn't great at following directions which leaves them both a bit lost when it comes to this pitching in thing here before the festival begins. ]
What? Oh.
[ grimmacing, he brushes the leaf out of that dark mullet and at least looks a bit sheepish when he finally turns his attention to noel. ]
You have any idea what this is supposed to really look like?
Jack is a sociable animal (and still keeping himself busy to avoid having to think too much) so he's around all day. He's a bit sore from potato digging yesterday, but that doesn't stop him helping with the heavy lifting of the furniture, and helping hang lanterns on the higher branches of the trees.
He's friendly and jovial during the meal, entertaining his neighbours at the table with outrageous stories of other times and places that may or may not be entirely made up.
And he's definitely up for the snaps. He's got a pretty strong constitution and it takes quite a few shots before he'll partake in something like the frog dance, but he's very happy to join in with Ingvar's drinking songs, adding his strong, clear tenor to the mix – perhaps getting a little less clear as the amount of alcohol consumed goes up!
And if anyone's scared of the not-quite-dark and wants a walk home, he'll be there to offer a gentlemanly (if slightly inebriated) presence at their side on the way back to the cabins.
After the meal, Martha went back to the maypole for a final dance. She came away radiating with glee. It had been so long since she last enjoyed herself so well. She figured she'd keep her good mood going and headed over to the Snaps where she ran into Jack.
"I've been missing this in my life!" she exclaimed, her arms open gesturing at nothing really as she tried to indicate EVERYTHING.
It felt good to see Martha enjoying herself so much with the dancing, even though he knew that this Martha, thankfully, hadn't been through as much as the Martha he'd known more recently (and hopefully never would).
He laughed warmly at her exclamation, loving that this place could bring out her exuberance like that. "Yeah, this is pretty good," he agreed affectionately, toasting her with his glass of snaps and downing it in one very pleasurable gulp. Hanging out with Spike and tending to keep up with him when he went for the whisky had definitely increased his tolerance for spirits!
"Have you tried this yet?" he asked, reaching for the bottle. "It's very good."
Martha shook her head and held out her glass for him to pour a healthy amount. "Nope, but I'm honestly willing to try anything at this point. It's just too much fun." She took a sip and grinned. "Cor! That's brilliant!" She followed it up with a much larger gulp.
As she poured herself another, she couldn't help but ask, "I mean, did you ever think you could have so much fun with so few worries?"
Martha's very happy to help set up the maypole any anything else that needed doing. The maypole was her favorite though with all the flowers. It smelled fantastic. And then, when dancing got underway, she happily joined in with the maypole dance, paying careful attention to not mess it up too badly. After the latest dance however, she spun away to find the drinks table and learn some songs.
Evening
The evening started off fantastic for Martha. Lovely conversation, and very good dinner. If you catch her early enough, she's pretty lucid. As the evening goes on the the snaps are flowing, she does get a bit more giggly... perhaps even a bit more flirty. This is a good way to forget what she left back home. She takes another drink and laughs at a joke.
[The sunrise and sunset being a little wonky has played hell with Lisa's sense of time; she's taken a little longer than usual the last couple days to make an appearance on the island, but it's fine, she's here now! And you certainly can't see any signs that she's staying up entirely too late... probably. Maybe in another day or two, but right now, she's managing. Besides, there's a party to be attended! Lisa's around most of the day, though she's a bit more prone to zoning out - call out to her, she'll get back to you in a second. Beyond that:]
[A | early to mid evening] [Originally she'd been planning to listen to the music, but Valborg's pulled her attention away rather handily with his stories. It's almost immediately after he finishes his stories that Lisa hops up with probably too much enthusiasm and looks for flowers with single-minded purpose, blushing on and off. Not that she knows what some of these are, but that's not stopped her before. Each flower she does find is carefully held in one hand, like she's building a bouquet to give someone. In some ways, maybe she is.]
[B | night] [Sacred mission now completed - or at least, completed to her own standards - Lisa makes her way back to Pike Cabin as the sun... doesn't really fade, but sinks toward the horizon and makes the shadows ominous. She's more tired than she can remember being in a while after staying up so late gathering blooms, and she's drifting from side to side down the path a bit. She'll still manage to make her way back, it'll just take a little-
-what's that feeling of eyes on her back? It's not the good kind, like Ako or Rinko watching her during a show, or Yukina silently assessing whatever she's working on. No, this is something much less pleasant, and it makes a chill go down her spine, as she snaps into wakefulness. Nervously, she lets herself get out one of the less confident things she's uttered this month:]
[ it is a beautiful place. keith remains uncertain how much he wants to trust it, given the peaceful nature of kollo, the unseen staff, the slow-paced environment – or perhaps he simply isn't accustomed to having it easy, taking a break. it feels as if he hasn't really had a chance to rest and put his feet up in years. he had signed up for this hadn't he, this opportunity to finally slow down? he might as well try to take advantage of it and use what he has been given.
too bad he doesn't know how.
dreams and a mess of thoughts keep him awake and he's noticed that night never fully falls in this place, which is a curious thing. after all is said and done, he has to admit that he enjoyed himself and what the celebrations had to offer but now it's time for a walk and an opportunity to clear his head.
he gets lance without thinking, hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he waits for the other boy to join him outside of his cabin. ]
( a guy like keith is never going to be accustomed to taking it easy — he's figured that out, had figured that out a long time before now — but it's good to see him giving it the ol' college try, at least. lance, though? he's pretty sure he's in the kind of heaven he'd never thought he would see with all the pretty scenery and the laid-back attitude. it's so much different than what they've been used to up to now, all the push and pull and go, go, go that goes hand-in-hand with being a defender of the universe ( ™ ), and it might not have taken him long to get used to it, but. it's still almost enough to give a guy whiplash.
in a good way, though. this would be good whiplash.
keith might not know how to slow down, how to take it easy, but you had better believe this boy is going to try to show him. a vacation is no fun if you can't actually take a breathe and enjoy yourself.
when he comes to get him, lance goes with it without a single thought to doing anything different; his own jacket is still unzipped, though his hands are shoved into the pockets almost in a mirror of the other's boy's stance when he comes outside, and he's grinning lopsided as he always is, easy and genuine as he's learned to be around the one he used to insist was his rival.
nah. not anymore. they're more than that. ) As I'm gonna be. ( cheeky, just a little bit. but it's all in good fun. ) Promise you won't get us lost?
( and a poke for the sake of it. because it's lance, and it's keith, and that is never going to go away completely. )
[ he knows lance grew up living that island life, or at least a life close to the water; it would probably do him a world of good if he really tried to actually take a page out of this guy's book once in a while as far as learning how to enjoy himself goes. he's a little too much like shiro in that respect, hyperfocused on the work and the mission. it leaves him confused and aimless.
they meet and keith gives a little nod in greeting, especially since lance is all smiles and keith has a serious face of rbf most of the time. it's the least he can do. however, he does roll his eyes at the poke an shrugs his arm exaggeratedly in response to it. ]
( he'd spent enough time outside during his childhood that this is something that comes almost second nature to him, being out in the open instead of being cooped up inside without anything to do — and if he's perfectly honest, he's glad that keith wants to share in something like that with him. whether he's consciously aware of doing so in the first place.
maybe it's just nice to spend time together outside of a mission or training or whatever else that, up to now, has taken up every measure of their spare time.
his smile comes easy like this, even if he's poking just a bit of fun at the other, but it really is all in good fun. ) Don't worry, I trust you. ( in more ways than one? but no one's mentioning that here!
he hums, a thoughtful sound. ) Where're we going, anyway? Just wandering?
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Hanako Ikezawa | OTA
ii; night
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He'd been on his way back to the cabins up until the feeling of being watched had crept over him. When he had turned around and not been able to spot anyone, but was still able to feel eyes on him, he'd strayed from the path and gone looking for whatever was keeping tabs on him.
Nothing turned up, and that meant an annoyed Haein reappearing from where he'd been searching. An annoyed Haein who hadn't meant to startle someone else on their way to the cabins, but well. Here they are. He winces and takes a step back when she screams, watching with frown as she trips and takes a tumble.
Now, he could be a civilized person and A) offer to help her up, B) ask if she's okay, or C) apologize for frightening her, but this is Haein and option D) be a huge asshole!!! tends to be the default for him. ]
Then don't walk around alone if you're so easily scared.
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To the outside view, she's sitting still, hand clutching the front of her shirt, eyes wide open and jaw hanging a little. The dim light overshadows her scars, but the darker section of skin still remains for the curious. She stays like that for an eternity that lasts less than a minute, before she finds the strength to open her mouth and snap at the stranger, sparks of anger replacing loss and fear. ]
I wasn't s-s-scared until you sh-showed up!
[ Her voice comes high pitched, riddled with stutter, but even as she can't move her legs at the moment she won't lay down and take the accusation. She may be broken beyond repair, but she's struggling hard to grow out of the little girl who was called an ugly scarface by middle schoolers and cried until her eyes stung. ]
I-I don't n-n-need to hear your u-unnecessary opinions!
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But that time's not now. So when he notices the dark scars on the stranger before him, he doesn't pause or hesitate. There's hardly any acknowledgement at all that he's even seen them, his expression remaining as cold as ever. It doesn't matter that there's a scared, possibly hurt girl on the ground in front of him. Haein's all about treating people exactly the same, like they're there for the sole purpose of inconveniencing him. ]
You're the one putting yourself in situations to hear them.
[ It's snapped back, his tone obviously annoyed. ]
And I'm not in the habit of taking back my words.
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day, b;
...Until she hears the near-whisper next to her. For a moment, she doesn't hear the tone, she just hears the mode of speech and wonders if Rinko has somehow ended up here. But no, once she looks to the source, she finds a girl built a bit differently than her keyboardist. Of course, now that she's looked, it'd be weird not to say something, right?]
It feels like it, doesn't it? It's kind of quiet, but maybe that's not a bad thing. [A beat.] Well, it was until I opened my big mouth. Sorry!
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... It's a-alright, you aren't bothering me. I agree w-with that.
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That being quiet isn't a bad thing? Or that I'm a little loud?
-really, though, let me know if I'm being too much. You remind me of someone from home and I don't want to get out of hand.
[Her tone turns a bit apologetic, and a bit more serious, as she says that. She's not trying to be a jerk, honest.]
How have your first few days been?
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noel kreiss | ota
[Noel hasn't been a restful sleeper in ages, and here, it's no different. He's back to rising early --a great relief, after so many months of living almost nocturnally-- but after a restless night, he's doing whatever he can to distract himself. To keep himself busy. So, before the festival preparations begin, he's down by the water's edge. Fishing. It seems oddly...innocent, after everything he's been through.
His hearing is no longer as keen as it was when he was a werewolf, but he's still got that tendency to be on high alert, listening for footsteps. If he hears them --if you wanna say hi, in other words-- he's not likely to ignore you. If you want to approach, he might even attempt a smile.]
Want to give it a go?
[He's got a pile of bait, but no fish. Clearly, he's just not very good at this. Someone help this poor fool.]
daytime;
[The idea of a festival isn't new to him, but he's used to some evil ominous thing happening either during, or after, the festivities. So he's trying, he's really trying, but he's got this edge about him like something's about to happen. Nonetheless, he'll do his very best to brush that aside and enjoy.
He's got a handful of leaves and twigs, and he's haphazardly stuffing them onto the maypole. I'm just gonna tell you right now that his design sense is lacking, so it's not looking great.]
Is...is this how it's supposed to look?
[The answer is probably no.]
night;
[All evening, he's felt a familiar foreboding shadow at his back. It's hard to describe, to people who never experienced it; a feeling as if something is about to happen. Something about to be unleashed. In the other world, he dreaded it -- the pain of transforming, the dread of being something else.
Here? Here, he knows it's all in his head. Those transformations are done. Only the memory remains.
Nonetheless, he finds himself wary and wired at attention, traipsing through a wooded area. Maybe that's part of it, too. On nights like this, he'd wander into the woods, run himself ragged to keep from hurting people. Even without the sunset, the crackle of leaves underfoot, the chill at his back...it takes him back to that time in a way he desperately wishes to shake.
He stops, tries to compose himself. Then another crack, like a twig snapping. It's probably an animal, is what his logical mind rationalizes. But there's a part of him that'll always be on edge, waiting for a monster that'll never come. That part of him is on high alert, now.]
I'll only give you one warning. [His eyes flicker around for something he can use as a weapon.] Who's there?
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[Noel will be hanging around for much of the festival, either trying food or listening to the music. Feel free to throw a random scenario at me if you want!]
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I s-suppose it looks okay... there would be a c-complaint from the residents i-if it weren't the case.
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You think so?
[He shoves a small sprig of flowers between two ribbons. What he lacks in grace he certainly makes up for in determination, because he's still at it.]
Maybe they're all too nice for that.
[Wow, is that bitterness in his voice? Chill out, Noel, geez.]
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I... suppose that's a w-way to look at it, but I don't think they're being t-too nice.
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daytime!
it looks like they're both a little hopeless today, like the blind leading the blind. he makes a face, seeming to consider his question with a tilt of his head. ]
It doesn't look ... bad?
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He eyes Keith slowly, and then moves a hand up to mirror the location of the stray leaf that has landed in his hair.]
You have a...thing, right there.
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What? Oh.
[ grimmacing, he brushes the leaf out of that dark mullet and at least looks a bit sheepish when he finally turns his attention to noel. ]
You have any idea what this is supposed to really look like?
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He's friendly and jovial during the meal, entertaining his neighbours at the table with outrageous stories of other times and places that may or may not be entirely made up.
And he's definitely up for the snaps. He's got a pretty strong constitution and it takes quite a few shots before he'll partake in something like the frog dance, but he's very happy to join in with Ingvar's drinking songs, adding his strong, clear tenor to the mix – perhaps getting a little less clear as the amount of alcohol consumed goes up!
And if anyone's scared of the not-quite-dark and wants a walk home, he'll be there to offer a gentlemanly (if slightly inebriated) presence at their side on the way back to the cabins.
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"I've been missing this in my life!" she exclaimed, her arms open gesturing at nothing really as she tried to indicate EVERYTHING.
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He laughed warmly at her exclamation, loving that this place could bring out her exuberance like that. "Yeah, this is pretty good," he agreed affectionately, toasting her with his glass of snaps and downing it in one very pleasurable gulp. Hanging out with Spike and tending to keep up with him when he went for the whisky had definitely increased his tolerance for spirits!
"Have you tried this yet?" he asked, reaching for the bottle. "It's very good."
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As she poured herself another, she couldn't help but ask, "I mean, did you ever think you could have so much fun with so few worries?"
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GOD I'M SO OUT OF PRACTICE WITH THIS WHOLE RP THING
Aww, you're doing fine! Nice to see you back :-)
Thanks.
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Martha's very happy to help set up the maypole any anything else that needed doing. The maypole was her favorite though with all the flowers. It smelled fantastic. And then, when dancing got underway, she happily joined in with the maypole dance, paying careful attention to not mess it up too badly. After the latest dance however, she spun away to find the drinks table and learn some songs.
Evening
The evening started off fantastic for Martha. Lovely conversation, and very good dinner. If you catch her early enough, she's pretty lucid. As the evening goes on the the snaps are flowing, she does get a bit more giggly... perhaps even a bit more flirty. This is a good way to forget what she left back home. She takes another drink and laughs at a joke.
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[A | early to mid evening]
[Originally she'd been planning to listen to the music, but Valborg's pulled her attention away rather handily with his stories. It's almost immediately after he finishes his stories that Lisa hops up with probably too much enthusiasm and looks for flowers with single-minded purpose, blushing on and off. Not that she knows what some of these are, but that's not stopped her before. Each flower she does find is carefully held in one hand, like she's building a bouquet to give someone. In some ways, maybe she is.]
[B | night]
[Sacred mission now completed - or at least, completed to her own standards - Lisa makes her way back to Pike Cabin as the sun... doesn't really fade, but sinks toward the horizon and makes the shadows ominous. She's more tired than she can remember being in a while after staying up so late gathering blooms, and she's drifting from side to side down the path a bit. She'll still manage to make her way back, it'll just take a little-
-what's that feeling of eyes on her back? It's not the good kind, like Ako or Rinko watching her during a show, or Yukina silently assessing whatever she's working on. No, this is something much less pleasant, and it makes a chill go down her spine, as she snaps into wakefulness. Nervously, she lets herself get out one of the less confident things she's uttered this month:]
H-hello? Is someone there-?
– a late response, so a closed thread for today!
too bad he doesn't know how.
dreams and a mess of thoughts keep him awake and he's noticed that night never fully falls in this place, which is a curious thing. after all is said and done, he has to admit that he enjoyed himself and what the celebrations had to offer but now it's time for a walk and an opportunity to clear his head.
he gets lance without thinking, hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he waits for the other boy to join him outside of his cabin. ]
You ready?
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in a good way, though. this would be good whiplash.
keith might not know how to slow down, how to take it easy, but you had better believe this boy is going to try to show him. a vacation is no fun if you can't actually take a breathe and enjoy yourself.
when he comes to get him, lance goes with it without a single thought to doing anything different; his own jacket is still unzipped, though his hands are shoved into the pockets almost in a mirror of the other's boy's stance when he comes outside, and he's grinning lopsided as he always is, easy and genuine as he's learned to be around the one he used to insist was his rival.
nah. not anymore. they're more than that. ) As I'm gonna be. ( cheeky, just a little bit. but it's all in good fun. ) Promise you won't get us lost?
( and a poke for the sake of it. because it's lance, and it's keith, and that is never going to go away completely. )
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they meet and keith gives a little nod in greeting, especially since lance is all smiles and keith has a serious face of rbf most of the time. it's the least he can do. however, he does roll his eyes at the poke an shrugs his arm exaggeratedly in response to it. ]
We'll be fine.
[ just two bros going for a midnight walk. ]
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maybe it's just nice to spend time together outside of a mission or training or whatever else that, up to now, has taken up every measure of their spare time.
his smile comes easy like this, even if he's poking just a bit of fun at the other, but it really is all in good fun. ) Don't worry, I trust you. ( in more ways than one? but no one's mentioning that here!
he hums, a thoughtful sound. ) Where're we going, anyway? Just wandering?
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