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revivalproject2023-12-14 01:31 am
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2023-12-14 01:31 am
Illuminated
WHO: Open! Treat this as a mingle, there's a big thing in the middle of the city
WHERE: Right in the middle of Temba, by the fountain
WHAT: A big display of festive spirit. Bring your own traditions!
WHEN: After freed from the ships
WARNINGS: That's up to you. Mark your threads accordingly.
a. the fountain
The brief had been 'Rockefeller Centre', and Tony wasn't going to deliver anything less when Jan asked, but the impact was still yet alien, and honestly underwhelming in the glare of sunlight. The tree selection had already been slim, between their strange colours and threateningly putrid sap, and complicated further by the blanket of ash that still clung to many boughs and had left swaths of the nearest forested area suffocated and brittle. The ultimate selection was more purple than Tony had been envisioning, and while he would readily call it coniferous, if that was a reasonable designation given the circumstances, its 'pines' were tiny cups that had to be shaken vigorously in its transfer into the city to divest it of gathered ash and bugs.
It was impressively massive, though, and those cups, now stationary, could be made festive. At least, Tony hoped that was how they would look, once the sun went down. At the moment, the lights that he had installed throughout the branches and the water that glowed with pollen from Sh'ka didn't make much of an impact unless he cupped a hand over a branch, careful not to disturb it too much and spill all of the water out, to check that any of it had actually made it into those little leaves. Maybe he could salvage this with the rest of the decorations before Jan got back to check on the progress. They were scattered around the pavement by the fountain, mostly scraps from the forge that caught the light well, or had been dunked into the wealth of glitter so generously provided by the Agrii. There were strips of fabric, bent utensils, and baubles that for the most part looked like stars, though in a great variety, from dimpled copper suns to strings of glass constellations. There might have been enough to make the tree look richly cheery. Now that it was securely upright, the problem was going to be reaching the top of it. Someone was going to have to reach those upper branches, and find something to crown the Christmas tree at the very top to really finish it off.
b. make a wish
"It's how it works," Tony encouraged. "The tree isn't complete until you've made your wish. Whole thing will fall apart without it."
Everything had been prepared and the process couldn't be easier, so you might as well make a wish. Take an envelope from the basket at the base of the tree and write the thing you hope for the most inside. Maybe it will come true once you tie it onto a branch with the attached big, red bow.
WHERE: Right in the middle of Temba, by the fountain
WHAT: A big display of festive spirit. Bring your own traditions!
WHEN: After freed from the ships
WARNINGS: That's up to you. Mark your threads accordingly.
a. the fountain
The brief had been 'Rockefeller Centre', and Tony wasn't going to deliver anything less when Jan asked, but the impact was still yet alien, and honestly underwhelming in the glare of sunlight. The tree selection had already been slim, between their strange colours and threateningly putrid sap, and complicated further by the blanket of ash that still clung to many boughs and had left swaths of the nearest forested area suffocated and brittle. The ultimate selection was more purple than Tony had been envisioning, and while he would readily call it coniferous, if that was a reasonable designation given the circumstances, its 'pines' were tiny cups that had to be shaken vigorously in its transfer into the city to divest it of gathered ash and bugs.
It was impressively massive, though, and those cups, now stationary, could be made festive. At least, Tony hoped that was how they would look, once the sun went down. At the moment, the lights that he had installed throughout the branches and the water that glowed with pollen from Sh'ka didn't make much of an impact unless he cupped a hand over a branch, careful not to disturb it too much and spill all of the water out, to check that any of it had actually made it into those little leaves. Maybe he could salvage this with the rest of the decorations before Jan got back to check on the progress. They were scattered around the pavement by the fountain, mostly scraps from the forge that caught the light well, or had been dunked into the wealth of glitter so generously provided by the Agrii. There were strips of fabric, bent utensils, and baubles that for the most part looked like stars, though in a great variety, from dimpled copper suns to strings of glass constellations. There might have been enough to make the tree look richly cheery. Now that it was securely upright, the problem was going to be reaching the top of it. Someone was going to have to reach those upper branches, and find something to crown the Christmas tree at the very top to really finish it off.
b. make a wish
"It's how it works," Tony encouraged. "The tree isn't complete until you've made your wish. Whole thing will fall apart without it."
Everything had been prepared and the process couldn't be easier, so you might as well make a wish. Take an envelope from the basket at the base of the tree and write the thing you hope for the most inside. Maybe it will come true once you tie it onto a branch with the attached big, red bow.
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