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[OPEN] FLOWER FESTIVAL
Who: Open Log (All)
Where: Point-à-Tarte
Summary: A festival of flowers.
Warnings: N/A
At Point-à-Tarte, at the edge of the largest park in Eddan, booths that have been worked on for the past week are finally being opened to the public. Colorful banners decorate every single tree and and even the dullest of areas are covered up in the most creative of ways.
The booths themselves have everything one could hope in a flower festival, from mountains of flower crowns and necklaces being given to every resident of Eddan for free to the flower-shaped candy to the city-approved businesses touting the latest and greatest of the upcoming flower technology. New flowers, some supposedly glowing under UV light and others made to look like galaxies, are being sold at eye-popping prices.
The food, as always, is delicious and fresh, with early spring greens and even flowers themselves being added to salads. The only negative to the entire festival (if one can call it that) are the giant counters displaying the remaining time before sunset that serve as a reminder of Eddan's strange nature.
Sunday's opening sees the release of over ten thousand 'floating' seeds into the wind, a promise from the city to continue to make Eddan the greenest city in the entire world. Each person coming to the festival is given tulip bulbs in a variety of colors to be taken home.
The mayor takes time to speak about the recent string of murders and assures the people that they city shall continue to be vigilant to make sure that its citizens are kept safe. This is greeted with cheers from most of the population. Even the rainy weather doesn't keep such a happy day down!
An hour before sunset, the opening ceremonies close with a fireworks show. Due to the fact that they must be released only during the day, the explosive components have been changed as to give the night varieties a run for their money.
As the bright lights fill the sky, those soon-to-be-Awakened may have a flash of a memory from their past lives, such as a happy moment they spent with someone close to them or a moment of glory. This will soon be drowned out by ringing in their ears. For a few, brief seconds, they may notice figures close by glow oddly, their forms becoming distorted, but before they realize what has happened, blinking returns their vision to normal.
The headache, however, lingers until bedtime.
Royal Mount opens its WonderWorld Park to the public on Monday. For its opening week during the festival, the rides are all free.
Green Valley Organizes a flower judging contest for the various schools on Wednesday. Students are asked to present their most beautiful and unique flowers. Flower arrangements are also judged and with prizes evaluated at over 20 000 Macca, the stakes are high!
Eastmount offers rides in flower-shaped carriages driven by mechanical horses that could almost pass off as the real thing. (Though it is only the latest technology, thus keeping the entire thing animal cruelty free!)
The Giant Float Parade on Friday afternoon travels around the vast forest of Point-à-Tarte. Each school has been encouraged to enter its cheerleaders and theater productions into the parade. The Flower King and Queen greet visitors at the very end, throwing little presents for the children.
The festival continues until Saturday Nightfall. The schools visit the festival in turn, sometimes for education courses about the various flowers and trees that dot Eddan's landscape, sometimes to show off flower and plant-based sculptures that the various clubs have worked hard on.
Where: Point-à-Tarte
Summary: A festival of flowers.
Warnings: N/A
" Ah... the Festival of Flowers while a dreadful deadline looms! Enjoy what normal life you may have left...soon you may long for the return of these simpler times..."
A week of celebration (General Prompt)
At Point-à-Tarte, at the edge of the largest park in Eddan, booths that have been worked on for the past week are finally being opened to the public. Colorful banners decorate every single tree and and even the dullest of areas are covered up in the most creative of ways.
The booths themselves have everything one could hope in a flower festival, from mountains of flower crowns and necklaces being given to every resident of Eddan for free to the flower-shaped candy to the city-approved businesses touting the latest and greatest of the upcoming flower technology. New flowers, some supposedly glowing under UV light and others made to look like galaxies, are being sold at eye-popping prices.
The food, as always, is delicious and fresh, with early spring greens and even flowers themselves being added to salads. The only negative to the entire festival (if one can call it that) are the giant counters displaying the remaining time before sunset that serve as a reminder of Eddan's strange nature.
Opening Ceremonies (Special Prompt)
Sunday's opening sees the release of over ten thousand 'floating' seeds into the wind, a promise from the city to continue to make Eddan the greenest city in the entire world. Each person coming to the festival is given tulip bulbs in a variety of colors to be taken home.
The mayor takes time to speak about the recent string of murders and assures the people that they city shall continue to be vigilant to make sure that its citizens are kept safe. This is greeted with cheers from most of the population. Even the rainy weather doesn't keep such a happy day down!
An hour before sunset, the opening ceremonies close with a fireworks show. Due to the fact that they must be released only during the day, the explosive components have been changed as to give the night varieties a run for their money.
As the bright lights fill the sky, those soon-to-be-Awakened may have a flash of a memory from their past lives, such as a happy moment they spent with someone close to them or a moment of glory. This will soon be drowned out by ringing in their ears. For a few, brief seconds, they may notice figures close by glow oddly, their forms becoming distorted, but before they realize what has happened, blinking returns their vision to normal.
The headache, however, lingers until bedtime.
Weekly contest (week prompts)
Royal Mount opens its WonderWorld Park to the public on Monday. For its opening week during the festival, the rides are all free.
Green Valley Organizes a flower judging contest for the various schools on Wednesday. Students are asked to present their most beautiful and unique flowers. Flower arrangements are also judged and with prizes evaluated at over 20 000 Macca, the stakes are high!
Eastmount offers rides in flower-shaped carriages driven by mechanical horses that could almost pass off as the real thing. (Though it is only the latest technology, thus keeping the entire thing animal cruelty free!)
The Giant Float Parade on Friday afternoon travels around the vast forest of Point-à-Tarte. Each school has been encouraged to enter its cheerleaders and theater productions into the parade. The Flower King and Queen greet visitors at the very end, throwing little presents for the children.
The festival continues until Saturday Nightfall. The schools visit the festival in turn, sometimes for education courses about the various flowers and trees that dot Eddan's landscape, sometimes to show off flower and plant-based sculptures that the various clubs have worked hard on.
yoshio koutarou (jirou sakuma) | ota
[Throughout the festival, Yoshio can be found with a bracelet of heartsease and pear blossoms woven together, and a cluster of forget-me-nots pinned into the base of the ponytail he's tied his hair into. The eyepatch stays the same as ever, though he'd entertained pinning a big flower on top of it. If one eye wasn't going to be used at all, then it made sense to at least do something with it, but he had decided it was too much of a hassle.
Later in the evening Yoshio can be found sitting on the ledge of some stairs in between two planters overflowing with clematis flowers, somewhere quiet that he can watch the fireworks. Daytime fireworks are weird, he'd always thought, but he's used to them by now. The first ones start to crackle and as he watches he's suddenly somewhere else completely.
The Inazuma Japan selection match is a fierce battle. There are twenty-two of them, just enough for two teams -- but some of them won't make it, and he knows it. It's a harsh truth to face. The game ends 3-2 for the side he's playing on. It's with bated breath the players await the selection.
"Kidou Yuuto. Gouenji Shuuya. Fubuki Shirou. Kazemaru Ichirouta. Kogure Yuuya. Tsunami Jousuke. Hijikata Raiden. Tachimukai Yuuki. Midorikawa Ryuuji. Fudou Akio. Utsunomiya Toramaru. Tobitaka Seiya. Kabeyama Heigorou. Kurimatsu Teppei. And last of all... Endou Mamoru. Those are the chosen sixteen."
Coach Kudou finishes his announcement without naming Sakuma. He's not chosen, and yet... he's not bitter. Sakuma had been scared he might be. He doesn't trust himself not to be awful with such things anymore. And yet... instead of bitterness, all he feels is warmth. It's sad, he thinks, that he's surprised by his own reaction.
Sakuma leaves his place in the line.
"Kidou."
Kidou turns to him, his eyebrows furrowed. Sakuma wonders whether the look on his face is worry, and if it is, what is it for? All he can hope is that it isn't worry for his reaction. "Sakuma."
Sakuma doesn't hesitate. He reaches forward, hand outstretched. He can't keep the smile off his face. He wasn't chosen, and yet he doesn't feel like that at all. "Good luck out there. You are our pride." Teikoku's pride. Raimon's. And Sakuma's.
Kidou's mouth curves immediately. "Yeah." He reaches out and grasps his hand in his own and they stand there for a long moment, gripping each other's hands. Sakuma can't see Kidou's eyes beyond his goggles, and yet he knows they're both wearing the same expression. It's only when Kudou steps back up to speak to them again that they're forced to let go.
Sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge, as the memory (is it a memory?) fades, Yoshio pulls them up to press his face into his knees, eyes squeezed shut. His head hurts again. When is this going to stop? Is his life just going to be this weirdness from now on? He lets out a groan, rubbing at his uncovered left eye with the heel of his hand.]
2 - anytime during the week
[Yoshio puts the memory out of mind for the rest of the week, or at least, tries to. He wanders the festival, fully-charged phone in his pocket to appease his brother. There's a ton to do -- he spends a long time looking at the weird modified flowers and trying to decide if he's brave enough to go on some kind of wild amusement park ride. Finally he gets bored of all this and, realizing he's hungry, heads to grab something to put in his belly. What he ends up with is a box of french fries and a bottle of juice -- not the healthiest decision he's ever made, but it is a festival.
He retreats to an empty picnic table to eat, and sits with his back propped against the edge of the table, facing the rest of the festival. He sets his bottle down next to him on the bench, opens the brown paper bag around his fries. There's a seagull nearby -- there's always seagulls in places like this. It happens to waddle closer to him and he can't help but toss it one -- it catches it out of the air with a flap of its wings and gulps it down in one. It squawks at him when he ignores it after that and he sighs, tosses it another.
Above them, a second peeks over the edge of a building's roof. Yoshio doesn't notice that one, though. Not until a third lands right on the table next to him and shoves its head down into the fries. He gets up, turning to face it.]
Hey!
[It's not too long until a fourth appears. And a fifth. And a sixth -- and then there's a whole group of them, possibly twenty or thirty, all surrounding his feet, flapping and squawking. Yoshio is suddenly aware he can't go anywhere -- anywhere he might step, there's an indignant seagull.]
Aw, come on...
3 - wildcard
[Yoshio can be found throughout the festival on Sunday and Saturday, and maybe after school on the weekdays. Feel free to find him wherever you like, or hit me up on plurk (
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Yoshio?
[He looks between the boy and the birds. He kind of wants to help, since it seems like Yoshio needs it, but he honestly isn't quite sure how.]
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[Oh, thank god, there's someone to save him.]
They just -- came out of nowhere. There was only one...
[And then the others had descended. Yoshio looks particularly lost -- he's got maybe one or two fries left, and he's torn between eating them and just giving them to the gulls. Why bother keeping them at this point?]
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Did they eat all your food?
[Crazy birds. He takes a step forward waving his arms at the bunch of them, hoping to scare some of them into clearing out.]
Come on, shoo!
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[A few of them jump away, flapping, but most of them are still intent on the box in Yoshio's hand. He sighs, then upends it just as a seagull swoops out of the air at him. He has to duck hastily.]
They're gone! Go find someone else to bother.
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Just drop it. Then maybe they'll realise it's empty.
[Or they'll at least distract themselves trying to figure it out and stop pestering the kid with an empty fry container.]
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That was... kind of scary, actually.
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I can imagine. [It's weird enough watching it mostly from the outside.] You okay?
[He glances back to the birds being distracted, then toward some food carts farther away. He'd come over here to get food himself, but it's probably a bad idea this close to the horde of hungry seagulls.]
We should probably go somewhere else.
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I'm fine. Just kind of stunned. I'm not really sure what to do about lunch, though....
[He'd managed to eat some of the fries before the gulls got there, but it became more of a snack amount than a meal.]
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There's a few more food carts over there. We can probably get something there and be far enough away they won't notice.
[He hopes.]
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[If he didn't, he'll treat him. Asher rescued him, after all.]
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No, that's what I was coming over here to get.
[Once he finds a place that looks good sufficiently far away from the crazy birds, he might share part of his lunch, too, since it doesn't seem like Yoshio got to eat much of his.]
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[He's still got festival allowance left, it's cool.]