Summer 11 - Medieval Week Mingle

[norrhamn_residents]

Okay, so maybe Norrhamn isn't as big of a tourist attraction as Gotland. Maybe it's not home to the best preserved medieval city in Scandinavia, complete with ring wall and twelve church ruins. Maybe it can't even compete with the near Mediterranean climate that Visby has during those late summer weeks, but Norrhamn knows one thing — how to do a lot with very little.

Welcome to Medieval Week - Lite Edition

The beach on the eastern side of the Island has been decked out with as many wooden tables and benches as is logistically possible, while still leaving some areas free for games and dancing. There's a wooden stage set up close to the woods, and a couple of racks of lovingly sponsored time-appropriate clothes available for those who want to blend in with the times.

Entertainment: To set the mood, management hired a band of Baltic musicians that will take up the stage for most of the day, playing well into the night. There's also dumb-ass jester performances from time to time, usually while the musicians are taking a break. The biggest event however is the fire show that starts up as soon as night falls right by the edge of the water.

Games: There's not quite enough room for an actual jousting tournament (my heart breaks) but there's a whole heap of stick horses for those eager to make their own. You're also welcome to take part in any number of feats of skill and strength, like rövkrok, armwrestling, or pillow-fighting on a slick wooden log. For those of a more intellectual persuasion, there's also a number of medieval board- card- and dicegames available.

Food and drink: Oh man. Oh man? There's so much food. Like, if some of the early guests thought that first welcome party had food in abundance, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Between the whole spit-roasted wild boar, through the pea soup and pork, the saffron-pancakes with dewberry jam, the roasted root vegetables (no potatoes in sight), the smoked pike-perch, the freshly baked spiced breads, the apple- hazelnut bread pudding, no one will go home hungry*. Wash it down with flagons of mead, spiced wine, beer brewed on honey and hops, or perfectly alcohol-free elderberry or lingonberry lemonades.

*There is of course thirium alternatives for the android population.

For those interested in more info on the actual Medieval Week, here's a link

Comments

[burntviolet]

[ Just like that, her expressions dims into something sober, sad. Inner demons. She knows quite a few intimate details about them, though she'd rather not. Jack is straightforward but helpful. Hanako needs to hear those things. ]

I know. If it's that s-sort of monsters then I guess I c-could give you a call.

[forever_jack]

[Jack may not be very good at actually talking about things, but once he does? There's no beating about the bush. He'll tell it like it is.

And he has more than enough of his own demons crawling around inside his head at the moment to really appreciate Hanako's resolution here.

He smiles.] Deal. You promise to call me if you need someone to talk to, and I'll promise to do the same.

And obviously that goes for while we're still here, as well. I may not be the most helpful at giving advice, but I'm always willing to listen.

[burntviolet]

I know. You d-do your best.

[ Should be lucky that she got a reliable roomate, even with the initial bumps on the way. Her boundaries had been set and things have gone better since then. Jack never protested her limits with human contact and she's most grateful for it. ]

It's good that we're still hanging i-in here.

[forever_jack]

[He won't deny it's hard, reining in his natural exuberance with physical contact, but if he's learned anything in the last few years, navigating the complexities of his relationship with Ianto and Spike, it's to listen and watch and learn how other people work, and respect that.]

Absolutely. Never give up, that's my motto! [And, because he's learned, he doesn't go in for a hug, or even a high five, but just gives her a warm, affectionate smile.]

Anyway, I should probably leave you be to finish your meal. [He gathers up his plate, cutlery and mug, and pushes up to his feet.] I think I can hear the rövkrok calling me again!

[burntviolet]

[ The smile is enough for her, it infects her with a tiny curve of her lips. With a nod, she picks up on her food again. Thankfully she found her appetite again. ]

I might go b-back to the cabin earlier than you. [ Quietly, as the party still rages on. ] Have fun out there.

[forever_jack]

[It's so good to see her smile, even a tiny bit. And eat, too!]

Sure, I expect I'll be one of the last here! [Once he gets partying, he tends to go all out.] Have fun yourself. [He grins, and departs, to dispose of his crockery and go and find someone to wrestle.]

[burntviolet]

[ She nods, humming a "See you later" before watching Jack bounce back to the party.

Mildly wondering how people like him can draw so much joy out of a single party, she resumes eating the rest of her meal. ]