[ 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? ]
Oh, sure, that sounds good! Um, if you find something good in general, let me know? I joke about it, but I really can't just read magazines and textbooks all the time. I need better hobbies. Or, well, to be better about how I practice my hobbies.
[She slouches just a little; she probably sounds really lame right now, but it's fine. She kind of feels lame.]
...hey, maybe I could work on my knitting. I wonder if there are pattern books in there-?
You might have to give me a little while - I bet you're probably faster at getting through them than I am. But I could get behind that. It might be fun to hear what other people think reading the same thing!
[Lisa shakes her head, thinking on the prospect of knitting... actually, did she even bring her needles? Something to double-check.]
I'll look later. I'd feel really silly asking you and then finding they were somewhere easy when I actually went in there. But thank you!
[ Hanako nods meekly, understanding. People have different paces on everything and she's not one to judge or be annoyed when she's also slower on certain areas. Books had only become a fundamental part of her life. ]
... Alright. But if you need that help I'll... I-I'll try.
[ It's hard to just say that and not feel dread crawl up to her spine. What if she's not enough help or fails completely? Being good at something doesn't mean she's going to be successful. Failure may just lurk behind a corner, ready to strike, and then she'll be hated or labeled as useless, a burden... surely.
She looks down at her mostly empty plate. The food had gone cold, so she sets the thing aside and decides it's a good time to move somewhere else, maybe leave at once. A walk to calm her anxious spirits might help.
With that decided, she stands up. ]
Sorry, I'm... going for a walk. Thanks for the t-talk.
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[She slouches just a little; she probably sounds really lame right now, but it's fine. She kind of feels lame.]
...hey, maybe I could work on my knitting. I wonder if there are pattern books in there-?
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[ Gathering up with other book enthusiasts, reading the same books, comparing opinions...
She's... she wouldn't be against that. ]
I c-could also search for them if you want me to.
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[Lisa shakes her head, thinking on the prospect of knitting... actually, did she even bring her needles? Something to double-check.]
I'll look later. I'd feel really silly asking you and then finding they were somewhere easy when I actually went in there. But thank you!
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... Alright. But if you need that help I'll... I-I'll try.
[ It's hard to just say that and not feel dread crawl up to her spine. What if she's not enough help or fails completely? Being good at something doesn't mean she's going to be successful. Failure may just lurk behind a corner, ready to strike, and then she'll be hated or labeled as useless, a burden... surely.
She looks down at her mostly empty plate. The food had gone cold, so she sets the thing aside and decides it's a good time to move somewhere else, maybe leave at once. A walk to calm her anxious spirits might help.
With that decided, she stands up. ]
Sorry, I'm... going for a walk. Thanks for the t-talk.